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bobgasm · 4 months

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awards season | b.f

pairing: robert “bob” floyd x f!reader [admiral!bob] word count: 6129 warnings: smut, nsfw [18+ only], dom/sub elements, praise kink, superior/insubordinate, power play dynamics, panty stuffing, buttplugs, reader gets tied up, lush vibrating egg, slight voyeurism/exhibitionism, spanking as a punishment, choking, breeding kink, inaccurate naval knowledge, unprotected p in v sex, strip tease,

summary: in which you and bob have a private arrangement going on, but you can’t resist him at the navy’s awards and promotion ceremonies

author’s note: basically a follow up part of the snappening but is also a standalone. @attapullman don’t kill me for this. happy IBFF month everyone 🥳

oneshot | masterlist

You were dressed to the nines. A gorgeous, expensive dress had been delivered to your apartment, courtesy of Natasha. She’d asked you to be her plus one to the Navy Honour’s ceremony, and who were you to say no? Javy and Bob were going to be there, obviously, but given the nature of your professional relationships to them, you all decided it was best if you went separately.

Tonight was technically your first public outing with Bob. You’d been on a couple of small dates, usually dinner at his place that wound up with you spending the night. But tonight you’d be seeing him outside of the small bubble the two of you had been living in. You wanted to look your best, and make it a night he’d never forget.

And you knew just the way to do that.

Natasha had done your makeup and the two of you had done a few shots while getting ready. She was dressed in her Navy blues, just like you knew Javy and Bob would be.

Your dress was a red backless number and you had tape pretty much covering your chest to provide an easy no-bra look. Natasha had wolf-whistled when she’d seen you and you’d tried to adjust the neckline of the dress so it wasn’t sitting so low. You felt self-conscious.

Now you were arriving, walking arm in arm with Natasha as she spoke to various Captains and Admirals. You were polite, greeting them warmly.

“And who’s your date tonight?” Natasha was asked.

“This is my friend, Y/N,” she explained.

You were sat at a table with Cyclone who continued to eye you throughout the night. Also at the table were a couple WSO’s who were prominent in their field, but you were more concerned with the fact that Bob and Javy sat at the next table over.

“You look so fucking good tonight,” Bob told you later in the evening.

He’d slipped into the empty seat beside you while Natasha was in the bathroom and the rest of your table had dispersed to speak with other people in attendance.

“Good,” you said smugly. “I wore it with the intent you’d have more fun removing it.” He chuckled and shot a look over his shoulder. “Where’s Coyote gone?”

“Probably to say the same corny shit to Phoenix.”

You laughed and reached for your glass of wine, taking a sip. “Your place or mine tonight?”

“Yours is closer,” he mused, leaning back in his seat. The length of his thigh pressed up against yours. It was as much physical contact as he was going to show in public, and you understood why. “Don’t know how much more of this I can take.”

“Just tonight or in general?”

“Tonight,” he clarified. “You look so fucking good.”

You laughed again. “You’ve already said that.”

“I’m a little drunk, whatever,” he dismissed, shifting in his seat.

“How much longer do you want to stay?” You asked him, hooking your ankle behind his leg running the top of your foot up and down his calf.

He reached for your glass of wine and finished it. “I’m good to leave when you are.”

“I’ll just send Natasha a text,” you replied, grabbing your phone from your clutch to send them a text. The chances that she’d already left with Javy were slim, but never zero.

Bob and I are leaving. Recommend going to Javy’s tonight x

You tucked your phone away and gave him a look. “I’ll meet you at my place?”

He nodded and watched you quickly leave. You assumed he ordered himself an Uber, you just weren’t expecting it to be a ride-share and have him slide in the back of the car beside you.

“Same place?” The driver noted.

“Yeah,” Bob agreed, hand resting on your thigh just above your knee. The driver looked back at the two of you in the mirror before pulling into traffic, not saying another word. You were grateful for it.

Bob’s hand slowly inched higher the longer the drive took. You placed your hand on top of his to stop it from going any higher. He was who he was, and the driver kept looking in the rearview mirror. If anything was going to happen, it was once you were in the privacy of your apartment.

That you now shared with Natasha.

The two of you had decided to upgrade from your small, Navy issued apartments a few years ago. It meant you could have Bob and Javy over without any issues popping up, but the building you’d moved to was less Naval Officers and more public friendly. That had been deliberate.

Bob had been over a handful of times, though you usually went to his place. He liked to take his time, make you scream, and though Natasha wouldn’t give you too much shit for it, he didn’t like an audience. You understood perfectly, because you weren’t really a fan of an audience either. So anytime he came over, it was usually for cuddles and sleep.

By the time you got home, Bob was pulling you in for a searing kiss. He was aching to touch you, be near you. You hadn’t even managed to unlock the door before he backed you into it. Hands gripping your waist and his mouth on yours.

“Bob,” you whined, tugging at his hair.

He groaned, reaching for the keys in your hand and making quick work of unlocking the door. You grinned as you pulled him inside. He kicked the door shut and then his hands were on you again. Hiking up the dress, hands gripping your thighs as he lifted you up and wrapped your legs around his waist.

You gasped, feeling his erection pressed against your core.

“See what you do to me?” He asked, roughly groping your ass as he carried you into the bedroom. ��Drives me so fucking crazy not being able to touch you. Kiss you. Having to watch men flirt with you all night and not be able to make a scene.”

“They’re not you,” you reminded him. “They don’t get to see me the way you do. Who cares if they flirt? You’re the one who has me in his bed nearly every night.”

He hummed as you kissed him, savouring the feeling of his mouth on yours. The taste of liquor that lingered on his lips. The texture of his hair between your fingers.

“Help me out of this dress,” you told him, finding your feet and turning around so he could unzip the dress. Kisses pressed to your bare shoulder, fingers slowly tugging down the zipper. Too slow.

His hands skimmed your sides as the material fell to the floor. You reached up to tug at the corner of a piece of tape. You were relieved to find that it was easy to remove.

“That’s hot,” Bob teased, picking at the tape covering your other breast. “Like I’m unwrapping a present.”

You laughed and balled up the piece of tape in your hand, dropping it onto the bedside table while he continued to remove the rest of the tape. Grinning when he was done, finally able to admire you properly.

“You’re overdressed, Admiral Floyd.” Officially, he wasn’t an Admiral yet, but it was coming.

He groaned at your words, your hands sliding up his chest. Tugging the tie loose from around his neck.

“Fuck you for calling me Admiral Floyd,” he said, taking the tie from your hands and shrugging out of his jacket. “Lie down, hands above your head.”

You did as he said, resting back against the pillows and crossing your wrists above your head. You watched him move. Biting down on his bottom lip as he stepped beside the bed, looping your wrists together with his tie and knotting it to the headboard.

His hair was messy from your hands. Eyes dancing across your body with admiration and lust. He liked how easily you obeyed, that you really were his good girl. His.

Your chest heaved in anticipation, legs pressed tightly together. Seeking any kind of relief.

He hadn’t even seen your surprise yet, a pink jewelled plug seated nicely between the cheeks of your ass. It’d been driving you wild all night. A reminder of the fun you’d be having later.

“Have you been a good girl tonight?” He asked, voice thick with lust. Desire. All for you.

“No, Admiral Floyd,” you replied as innocently as you could manage.

“No?” He taunted. “Tell me, baby.”

“‘m wearing a plug,” you whispered. “Wanted to surprise you.”

He groaned in appreciation, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up his forearms. “Where’s your toys?”

You whimpered. He hadn’t even touched you yet.

“Bottom drawer,” you confessed. Of course he knew you had toys. You’d sent him a video on Snapchat of you using your dildo on yourself. He crouched down, grabbing the bag of toys from the drawer.

“What other surprises do you have here?”

“Bob,” you pleaded, tugging against your restraints.

He tutted. “That’s not my name, kitten.”

“Admiral Floyd,” you mewled, bringing a smile to his face.

“That’s better, baby,” he praised, opening the drawstring bag to reveal your two dildos – one bright pink, the other flesh coloured – some nipple clamps, a couple of vibrators and a…cock ring? He pulled it out curiously, holding it up for you to see. “Have you used this with anyone?”

“No,” you confessed. “Bought it because I wanted you to wear it. Just didn’t know how to ask.”

His eyes softened as he looked at you. Spread out on the bed, tugging at your restraints and desperately seeking some kind of relief between your legs.

“I should’ve known,” he said, reaching down to cup your cheek. “The second you said you wanted two of my fingers in your cunt and five around your neck.”

You gasped as his fingers trailed down your neck, ever so lightly applying pressure.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, eyes fluttering closed. It wasn’t enough, but it was him. The simple act of him lightly gripping your throat turned you on so much more than you thought it would.

“Spread your legs,” he told you softly.

You did as he asked, missing his light touch around your neck. You opened your eyes to watch him settle between your legs, grinning wickedly.

“Naughty girl,” he tsked. “Wearing that plug made you so fucking wet.”

“Wore it for you.”

He pulled the saturated material of your panties to the side, running his finger up the length of your slit and applied pressure to your swollen clit. Stroking it slightly, watching you squirm under his touch.

“Admiral Floyd, please.”

“Fucking hell,” he cursed, taking the time to properly remove your underwear. Stuffing the material in your mouth and pressing a kiss to your cheek. “Good girls get to talk. You haven’t been a good girl tonight, have you?”

You shook your head, watching him dip his head to suck your breasts. Nipples taut with desire to be touched, played with. Your moan muffled by the material stuffed in your mouth, back arching towards his mouth. Needing so much more than he was giving you.

“Was gonna take my time with you tonight,” he mumbled, his breath hot against your skin. Suckling bruises into the swell of your chest. “Don’t think you deserve it, hm?”

Your arms strained as you tugged them, begging them to be freed. Needing to touch him. Tell him he could have his way with you, whatever he wanted. You just wanted to be used.

You watched him free his cock from his pants, kneeling between your open legs as he stroked his length. His tip was positioned at your entrance, roughly thrusting inside your sopping heat. Palming your breasts or gripping your hips as he set an unrelenting pace.

God, this was exactly what you needed. His grunts and groans filled the air. Fingers gripping your hips so tightly you knew they’d leave bruises. The sound of wet skin slapping and the tightening in your core only spurring him on.

“Cum with me, kitten,” he goaded. “Fuck, I’m almost there. Need you to milk the cum from my cock. There’s my good girl, fucking hell.”

Your body spasmed as he talked you through your orgasm. Feeling like it was so much more intense than it had ever been before. Your eyes squeezing shut, your moans muffled and legs locked around his waist.

Bob loosened your restraints and you took your panties from your mouth. Throwing them across the room while he started taking your heels off.

“Don’t give me that look,” you whined, watching a smirk form on his face as he dropped the first heel to the ground and started on the next.

“What look?” He asked innocently.

You grabbed a pillow and used it to cover your face, groaning into it. He laughed softly, only removing the pillow once your other shoe was off.

“What look?”

“That ‘you’ve got a kinky secret you’ve been hiding from me’ look,” you replied.

“I mean, you do,” he pointed out. “I won’t push it if you’re not comfortable…”

“I can’t have this conversation with a plug in my ass,” you confessed, only making him laugh. You gasped as he flipped you onto your stomach, hands grabbing your ass. Revealing that pretty plug nestled inside. “Fucking hell.”

He hummed as he toyed with the gem, spanking your ass just because he could.

“So fucking gorgeous,” he praised. Your hands gripped the bedsheets, a moan falling past your lips as he gently tugged the plug. “Relax, baby.”

“This is just turning me on more,” you admitted. “Let me do it.”

“No,” his voice was firm, gently tugging the plug again.

The moan that fell past your lips as the plug breached the tight muscle had you hiding your face in shame. Whimpering at the loss of the intrusion while he slapped your ass again.

“Get that pretty little ass in the shower,” he told you. You wasted no time in heading to the bathroom and starting the shower. You heard the plug clink as he washed it in the sink before stripping and joining you a moment later. “You’re so fucking sexy.”

You grinned as he snaked his arms around your waist, your own draping around his neck.

“You’re not too bad yourself, Admiral Floyd.”

“I’m so glad you’ve never called me that at work,” he confessed. “Would’ve been awkward as fuck trying to hide my boner.”

You laughed and he silenced you with a kiss. Sweet and searing.

“Maybe this would’ve happened a lot sooner,” you mused.

“I love that it’s happening now, though.”

“So do I.”

The next awards show was the one you’d been hanging out for. The Promotion Ceremony was almost a week after the Navy’s annual awards ceremony. You’d been working your butt off during the week, and spending the evenings with Bob.

It was a comfortable little routine you found yourselves in, but you hadn’t come close to having a conversation about your kinks and boundaries. You were hoping to broach the subject with a new little stint at the next ceremony.

Once again, your dress matched Natasha’s dress for the evening.

You walked inside the building arm in arm with Natasha yet again. You smiled warmly at Natasha’s bosses and politely excused yourself to use the bathroom. Putting your little plan into action.

The pink device slipped easily inside you, and the control was an app on your phone. You checked it to see that it was working, leaving it on a low buzz that tickled you just right. Washing your hands before joining Natasha and trying to find your table.

You were led to the right table, glad to see that it was empty for now. Allowing the two of you to settle and chat amongst yourselves for the time being.

You perked up when Bob and Javy joined you both at the table. They were mingling, as usual, but both dressed nicely in their blues. You let your eyes wander over Bob, whose jaw ticked as he took in your outfit. Eyes lingering on the deep plunge of your neckline.

So that’s how you were playing it tonight, you thought. A smirk tugging at the corner of your mouth as you met his heavenly gaze.

“Fancy seeing you two here,” Natasha teased.

The low hum between your legs was comfortable, and as Javy dragged Natasha away to get some water, you made your move. Slipping into the seat beside Bob and placing your phone on the table, the app open for anyone to see.

“What’s this?”

You leaned in a little closer and lowered your voice. “The controls for the vibrator in my pussy.”

“Oh, kitten.”

You let out a flirty giggle. “Give it a try.”

You demonstrated how to alter the speed, biting down on your inner cheeks as he cranked the speed high. Too high.

“You’re in for a long night,” he warned you.

You gave him a sweet smile as you moved back to your seat, shuffling to get comfortable despite the intense vibrations from the toy. Yeah, it was going to be a long night.

“What’s the passcode?”

“7-4-4-8,” you replied through gritted teeth, watching him lock the phone and tuck it into his pocket. It spelled out shit, which was exactly what you thought at that moment.

He grinned wickedly, resting his arms on the table as he looked at you. “You’ll be rewarded if you don’t cum.”

You nodded, legs crossed beneath the table and hands in your lap. He watched you intently as you shuffled in your seat, breaths coming short and quick. Your eyes dart around the room, trying to figure out if anyone has any clue about what’s going on.

“Y/N,” Bob said softly. “Breathe slowly.”

“Shut up,” you hissed, blowing out a breath. Eyes finding his shining with mischief. You try to slow your breathing, in through your nose, out through your mouth.

But you’re acutely aware of how good it feels between your legs. The tiniest moan slipped past your lips and he’s quick to turn the device down. Your jaw ticked as you clenched your teeth and glowered in his direction.

He did it for a reason, Javy and Natasha were back. He didn’t want it to be so obvious. He didn’t want you to get caught.

One look at Natasha told you she’d got more than a bottle of water. You busied yourself with fixing her hair while she wore a guilty look and finished reapplying her lipstick.

Bob gave Javy shit, but it was all in good humour. Considering the control he had over you tucked in his pocket…you bit your tongue. Not wanting to say anything to incriminate the two of you when Natasha and Javy had clearly just fucked in a bathroom somewhere.

“Thanks,” she mumbled to you.

You hummed in acknowledgement as you sat back in your seat, trying not to fidget or shuffle too much. Every time you moved you felt the device hit your g-spot and you almost gave yourself away.

“You okay?”

You hummed again. “Yeah, when’s this thing supposed to start?”

“Soon,” Bob answered coolly. Bastard. He was having too much fun with his hand in his pocket and thumb moving the speed of the device inside you. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you snipped. Both Natasha and Javy cast a look between the both of you before sharing a look of their own. “Stop asking me if I’m okay.”

“You seem tense,” Natasha commented. “I know a good bathroom to get your back blown out in…”

Javy nudged her with a playful look in his eyes. You were glad you were seated so far away from Bob right now, you knew you’d cross a line if he was within touching distance.

“That’s not her problem,” Bob replied.

Natasha eyed you a little more carefully, her hand covering their mouth as she started giggling. God fucking damn it.

“Shut up,” you hissed.

“I haven’t said anything,” she replied, still laughing her ass off.

You slapped her arm, but the movement made the device brush your g-spot and you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop you from moaning.

Bob turned the device up ever so slightly. You glared at him, arms folded over your chest as you sank down in your seat. Trying to block out the tightness in your core and focus on your breathing again.

“What the fuck is happening?” Javy whispered to Natasha.

“I’ll tell you later,” she replied, rubbing her arm from where you slapped her. “I kinda wanna see how this plays out.”

“I’ll slap you again,” you threatened Natasha. She simply gave you a shit-eating grin in response.

It was going to be a long night.

Throughout the opening ceremony, Bob turned the vibrations down to a more bearable setting. You appreciated it, but didn’t let on that you were happy or annoyed. You focused on the host, while keeping an eye on Bob in your peripheral, whose gaze never once waived from you.

You enjoyed your drink and spoke with Natasha. As the ceremony progressed, you’d look at Bob occasionally, and only then would the setting get turned up slightly.

Your seating configuration changed so you were sitting beside Bob near the halfway point of the evening. At least, you thought it was about halfway through. They hadn’t quite finished all the mumbo jumbo from the retiring staff yet.

You drank to try and calm down as the vibrations were gradually increased to a point where you were constantly being edged. Brought closer to your orgasm, but then Bob would turn it back down. Resting a hand on your knee for a brief moment, a silent reminder of what he said earlier.

It only made you antsier. You shuffled your chair a little closer until his leg was pressed against the length of yours. You needed his touch, his comfort. Whatever kind that you could get, given your current surroundings.

When they announced the newest Admirals, Javy and Bob rose to their feet. But not before Bob set the device at an uncomfortably high speed.

“Breathe,” you reminded yourself, though it was a struggle.

Damn Bob. Damn you for having this idea in the first place.

They made short speeches as they accepted their medals that now adorned their breastplates and you shifted in your seat. Trying to find a comfortable position that didn’t have the egg pressing nauseatingly against your g-spot.

When the men rejoined the table, Bob’s hand lingered on your thigh. Your breathing quickened, heart racing as you squeezed your legs together and gripped his hand tightly.

“You’re okay,” he told you softly, turning his hand over to properly hold yours.

“I’m okay,” you breathed, swallowing hard.

“Good girl.”

You squeezed his hand as a warning, your other hand pressed to your chest. You barely paid any attention as Natasha took to the stage. She was accepting her second star on her Admiral badge.

Your attention was pulled back to Bob as he turned the setting up again. You squeezed his hand tight, your breath catching in your throat. Bottom lip taken harshly between your teeth.

He cleared his throat, making you look at him. Your eyes watered as you met his steely gaze.

“Not yet,” he told you.

“Please,” you whimpered softly. “Please.”

“I’ll take you home soon,” he replied. “Just a bit longer.”

“Turn it down,” you pleaded quietly. “I’m going to cry. It’s too much. Please, sir.”

He took you in. Your flushed, heaving chest. Your watering hooded eyes. Your swollen bottom lip. He shifted uncomfortably, unlocking your phone and turning the device down to a more bearable setting.

He leaned closer, lips brushing your ear. “You’re getting punished for that.”

“Thank you, sir. I deserve it.”

He surprised you by kissing your cheek. You gave him a smile and rested your hand on his thigh, his wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you into his side.

You enjoyed the comfort as another couple of promotions were announced, and relaxed into him.

When it came time for you to leave, Bob happily took your hand in his.

Bob stood beside you as you watched Javy and Natasha both disappear down the street, shivering in the brisk air. He shrugged his jacket off and draped it around you without you needing to ask, smiling at you as you thanked him.

“You did good tonight,” he told you.

“You mean the vibrator?”

He chuckled, sliding an arm around your back and pulling you a little closer. “I do.”

He helped you into the car, lacing his hand with yours. You sat in silence on the ride back to his place, his thumb drawing circles on the back of your hand. His other thumb altered the speed of the vibrator still inside you. Watching your reactions throughout the drive, and kissing you whenever he turned it up so you didn’t moan.

You were delirious when you arrived at his place. Feeling like you were floating on another planet as he led you up the steps and through the threshold.

“How many times did you almost come?” He asked you. You stood in front of him, feeling small under his gaze.

“Five times,” you told him truthfully.

He reached out to cup your face, lightly gripping your jane between his thumb and the length of his forefinger. “Five spanks on each cheek should be punishment enough, hm?”

Your cunt tightened in excitement. “Yes, sir.”

“Wait for me in the bedroom,” he instructed, pressing a kiss to your forehead and smiling sweetly at you.

You did as he asked, walking down to the master bedroom and hanging his suit jacket up in his closet before standing at the end of the bed, waiting anxiously. You felt the vibrations in the device get dialled up, squeezing your thighs together as you tried not to enjoy it too much. Your eyebrows pulled together, bottom lip taken harshly between your teeth. Hissing at the pain that shot through your swollen and bruised lip, a reminder of how many times you’d bitten it through the night.

Your eyes fluttered open as you heard the bedroom door click shut.

“Strip for me, baby,” Bob said, taking a seat on the end of the bed. “Keep the heels on.”

You had no music playing, but you pretended there was. A song played in your head as you moved your body under his watchful gaze. His eyes raking over you, taking in every sway of your hips, the way your hands caressed your chest and stomach. Flipping your hair over your shoulder as you turned your back to him and reached for the zipper on your dress.

The material fell to the floor but you kept dancing. The way you moved was hypnotising and you felt Bob’s burning gaze. The air electric between you as your hair covered your chest and you sat yourself down in his lap. Running your hands up his chest and toying with his tie, loosening it and undoing a couple of the buttons. Only moving away when he hand caressed your lower back.

“Touching costs extra, Admiral Floyd,” you chastised playfully, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you twirled around.

Putting on a show as you bent over and slowly removed your underwear. The material soaked with your arousal.

He chuckled lowly as you threw them at him, watching his fingers rub over the wet spot and his eyes darken as you sank to your knees. Stroking his thighs, lightly skimming over his crotch and hearing him hiss at the contact.

Eyes lock on his as you pressed a feathersoft kiss to his clothed cock. His nostrils flaring at the small gesture, jaw ticking.

“Lie across my lap, kitten,” he told you, voice leaving no room for argument. Not that you would, anyway. You were enjoying this too much. This shift in dynamic, the power you’d given him. The trust you had in him not to take it any further than you were comfortable with.

You folded yourself over his lap, glad you had the bed to rest on, too.

His hand rested on the back of your thigh, fingers toying with the pink rubber from the vibrator still inside you. He tugged it lightly, making your moan.

“You want me to take it out, or leave it in?”

“Out please, sir,” you replied meekly. He turned the device off before you felt a stronger tug. Willing your body to relax enough to let the device slip out, and whimpering at the loss as it breached the muscle. “I’ll take my punishment now, sir.”

“Five strikes on each cheek,” he reminded you. You didn’t know what he did with the toy, but his hand softly squeezed your left cheek. Playful, almost. “Count them.”

The first slap came as a surprise. Not too hard, but not too soft. Just enough to give you a taste, knowing he was likely to strike harder.

“One,” you counted as his hand caressed the tender skin. His hand came down harder this time, and you whimpered as he caressed the skin once again. “Two.”

Each strike got a little bit harder, and you grew a little bit wetter. Whimpering as his fingernails dragged over the sensitive skin, likely leaving a temporary mark in their wake.

You counted, “five,” and then came the assault to your other cheek. He started harder, but still took the time to smooth his hand over the freshly struck area. Caressing and squeezing.

“One,” you counted, hands fisting the bedding beneath you. Thighs squeezed together, desperately trying to stave off your orgasm. His hand came down hard once again, causing you to whimper under his touch. “Two.”

“Three more,” he told you, reaching out to brush some hair behind your ear. “Keep counting.”

You gasped as his hand stung your ass once more. “Three,” you said, eyes squeezed shut. You counted out the last two painfully, tears stinging your eyes. Not because of the pain, but because of the pleasure.

He pulled you into his lap, cradling you into his chest. Brushing your hair back from your face and swiping at a tear that escaped before it ran down your cheek.

“Was that too much?” He asked softly, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“No,” you assured him. “It was good, I just need to come. Please, Admiral Floyd. Please let me come.”

He hummed, cupping your cheek and drawing you in for a kiss.

His mouth was dominating. Tongue working its way into your mouth, a firm hand on your hip, the other cupping the base of your skull. Fingers wound into your hair and tipping your head back, exposing your neck to him. His hot mouth latching onto your soft skin, sucking, pecking, biting.

You released a shaky breath as he nipped at your collarbones, hand gripping the back of his neck, the other tugging his tie.

You gasped as his hand skimmed up your side, cupping your breast. Thumb brushing over your pebbled nipple before pinching it roughly and dipping his head to take the other one in his mouth. Teeth grazing the swollen nub, tongue soothing, fingers teasing.

He moved you so you were lying on your back, completely at his mercy. His mouth and hands continued to pinch and nip at your chest, your back arching into his touch. Legs spread wide, accommodating his body. Hands wound in his short hair and tugging as he sucked a bruise into the top of your breast.

Your hips arch off the bed, desperate for some friction between your legs. His teeth grazed your nipple as he chuckled, biting down enough to make you hiss.

“So needy,” he taunted, rolling his tongue over the hardened bud. “Use your words, babygirl.”

“Need your mouth, Admiral Floyd,” you pleaded. “Your tongue, your fingers. Anything. Please make me come.”

His hands grip your thighs, spreading your legs as he kisses your navel and pushes you further up the bed. Ankles resting over his shoulders, the heel of your stilettos no doubt digging into his back, but if it bothers him he doesn’t let on. Eyes level with your pretty, glistening cunt.

He used his thumbs to spread you open, groaning as your hands comb through his hair.

“Such a pretty pussy,” he compliments, laying his tongue flat against your cunt and tasting your arousal. Humming in appreciation as you gasp and shudder, nose pressed snug against your clit.

He hooked his arms under your thighs, splaying his hands out over your chest and stomach. One hand applying pressure to your abdomen, the other playing with your breasts.

When your thighs clamped around his head, he knew you were a goner. Tongue licking, mouth sucking, nose firm. The perfect combination, and his favourite way to make you come undone.

He groaned in appreciation as your hips bucked against his face, riding out your orgasm. Your juices coating his tongue and dribbling down his chin.

You saw stars as he pressed two fingers inside your sopping cunt, curling them back towards himself as he sucked on your clit. Teeth grazing the sensitive bundle of nerves, hips rolling against his mouth.

Then he sucks. Hard. And you almost pass out, gasping and bucking your hips wildly. Fingers brushing against your g-spot, working together with his mouth to make you cum again.

Your head lolled to the side, body satiated and pliant. Eyes frantically trying to blink away the spots from your vision until Bob’s face was all you could focus on. His hand cupping your cheek, eyes full of worry.

Chin glistening.

“I’ve never cum that hard in my life,” you confessed breathily, eyes coming back into focus.

“Think you can cum again for me?” He asked.

“Yes, sir,” you confirmed, pulling off his tie with a grin.

He chuckled as he finished unbuttoning his shirt and quickly removed his trousers. Cock springing free and slapping his stomach, the tip angry and red and glistening with precum.

He groaned as you reached for his cock, stroking his length. His hand replaced yours and you gasped as he slapped his cock against your clit. Grinning wickedly as he ran the tip of his cock up your slit and pushed just the tip inside your cunt.

“Admiral Floyd,” you pleaded. “Please. I need your cock, sir. Need you to fill me with your cum.”

Bob groaned deeply as he folded himself on top of you, hips rocking into you. Refusing to give you more than just the tip.

“Such a filthy little slut, hm?” He asked, fingers closing around your throat. Squeezing your pressure point. Your mouth falling open at the sudden act.

“Yes, sir,” you agreed, swallowing thickly. “Only a slut for you.”

He hummed, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “You’re mine.”

You whimpered, fingernails digging into the fresh over his shoulder blades. Your brain covered in fog, too overwhelmed by him.

“Say it,” he growled. “I need to hear you say it.”

“I’m yours, Admiral Floyd. Your filthy little slut.”

You gripped his wrist as he thrust inside you, bottoming out. Your eyes rolling back in your head, his name falling past your lips in a delirious chant.

“Mine,” he repeated, sealing his mouth over yours as his thrusts made you moan. So fucking close. So fucking good.

You groaned as you tasted yourself on his tongue, gripping the back of his neck as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes locked on his, noses nudging together as his thrusts grew faster. Harder. More unrelenting.

Taking and taking and taking until you were coming undone around him. Beneath him. Consumed by all things Bob.

“Bob,” you whined, legs wrapping around his waist as he came. Grunting and bottoming out as his cock twitched and spilled inside you.

He looked so fucking pretty when he came. Eyes screwed shut, body shuddering. A thin sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the low light. Lips parted as he cursed and panted your name.

He collapsed beside you, stroking your hair with a blissful look on his face. Holding you close, your lips pressing soft kisses to his cheeks, his chin, his lips.

“That was…holy fuck,” he said with a breathy chuckle.

You hummed, smiling as he nudged your nose with his. “You’re so good to me, Admiral Floyd.”

He groaned lowly, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re good to me, kitten. So fucking good.”

He kissed you slowly, sweetly. A stark contrast to the frenzied kisses you’d shared previously. Taking his time to make you feel comfortable, cherished. So fucking loved.

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modern!feyd thoughts? is he crazier than modern! coryo? i feel like modern feyd would be like a underground boxer or something

this ask is crazy because it’s so good. like i haven’t even considered modern!feyd before but the underground boxer element is 😋, went with the typical opposites attract hello kitty s/o trope again SORRY, mdni (AFAB reader)

Yeah something that like or mixed mma, i do imagine him in a more athletic field but it’d have to be one where he’s allowed to make a spectacle of being violent. The rookie that has a borderline demonic reputation because he’s so vicious. And sometimes he doesn’t even go into fights with winning being the first thing on his mind, he wants a good show as much as the audience does and he wants blood in whatever capacity he can get it.

He’s for sure crazier than Coryo, like lock them into a room together and Feyd’s skinning and deboning him like a fish. Still far removed from how he is in canon obviously, but i think that he does do the same extreme facial expressions during a match to psych his opponent out. Feyd wants to make it big, yes, but more so because he wants a bigger “stage” to have more people see him at his most raw and real.

But he stays because he knows no professional organization worth their salt would turn the other cheek when he loses control and kills his opponent. Not that that’s a common occurrence or anything, but the chance of it happening is never zero.

(His uncle definitely has a hand in the betting that goes on at his matches, and even places his own bets from time to time. Feyd’s resentment grows with every rigged match. He’s an unhinged freak with a penchant for blood lust, but he does still want to win at the end of the day when he’s done playing with his food)

You’re in the crowd for one of his matches. Attracted by the mystery and the taboo nature of what he does. You look nervous, rocking from side to side as your eyes follow every punch and dodge. You’re out of place, sticking out like a sore thumb in your tennis skirt and hello kitty necklace. There’s no date hanging on your arm or friend chatting your ear off, which leaves you ripe for the picking.

He keeps an intrigued watch on you out of the corner of his eye, hollering and crowding his opponent against the ring. He hopes you’re watching as he pummels his fists into the sorry bastard’s face. The low lights and the cheers from drunks and gamblers get his blood pumping. Even through all that background noise, he hears you softly gasp as teeth clatter to the floor.

Underground Boxer!Feyd who stares you right in the eyes when he’s declared the victor of the match, clocking how much you’re playing with the hem of your skirt. He smiles, a gross expression stained crimson and spits at his feet. It’s a good thing you’re so strangely accepting, his muscles are too sore to chase you down through back alleys and city streets.

He’ll burn through his winnings to give you the life you deserve, and he’ll wash the blood off you both when you get home after a fight. He can’t wait to see how you react to the motorcycle he’s got parked outside.

Fucks you against the cage when no one else is there and on his motorcycle. Gives you backshots in the shower, killing two birds with one stone. Bends you over his prize money and makes you squirt until you pass out on top of it.

Mean mean mean bf but he loves his favorite cheerleader with everything he has.

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Rip my heart, heal my soul Inside Alphabet

[ Jack the Ripper • modern!Aemond x female ]

Inside Alphabet for Aemond from my series Rip my heart, heal my soul after he met his girl, made for my one year celebration. Very dark content below.

A = Anger (do they get mad and how they react to it)

Before he met his sweet girl, rage, a sense of injustice and aggression accompanied him all the time. In fact, he took it out on his victims, feeling momentary peace, satisfaction and fatigue only when he killed them. However, the euphoric stage was too short-lived for his liking, so he had to quickly find new objects of interest to repeat the whole process.

When a woman was aggressive or rude to him, she could count on him to end her life even if she was not to his taste and he originally had no plan to do anything to her.

After he met her, his frustration and aggression subsided to practically zero. He replaced the adrenaline and endorphin that was secreted in his brain when he was killing with her constant closeness, both physical and spiritual. If he needed to get off, rough, violent sex would suffice, but the kind that wouldn't cause her any real harm. He would never want to hurt her.

B = Behavior (tics, reflexes, things specific to them)

His hands often tremble, usually from excitement or nerves, so he plays with, for example, a glass in his hand, a cloth slung over his shoulder, a cigarette, his jacket, anything to keep his fingers busy. He even feels a tickle in his fingertips when he thinks about killing. Apart from that, he talks to himself a lot under his breath when he thinks about something intensely.

C = Crying (whether they cry & do what when someone else cries)

He actually cries a lot, especially when he lets his consciousness take over for a while and he realises again what he has done to all these women. This knowledge crushes him and he becomes hysterical until she calms him down with her closeness, tenderness and warm words, even though he knows that he does not deserve to be comforted.

D = Despair (who they seek help from first)

When he panics, he calls her first before he does something stupid. He tries not to make any rash decisions before he talks to her. Often her voice alone and her soothing words calm him down and make him realise that the situation is not as bad as he feared.

E = Enemy (who they hate or argue with most often)

He hated women who reminded him of the girls who teased and mocked him in high school. There were several, but the worst was one of them, a dark-haired, petite, sweet girl who only pretended to be nice.

She flirted with a lot of boys, cheating on them, and made fun of him, saying that if he was desperate, she could take his virginity because he might never get the chance to make love to a woman with that appearance.

These words left a mark on him, completely killing his already low self-esteem. He began to exercise, changed his style of dress and conversation, and when he returned to school after the summer holidays, he found that she didn't recognise him until she saw his scar up close.

He felt a sense of power over her and satisfaction at the thought that she was now the one who followed him around and begged for his attention, the more he was secretive and withdrawn, the more he teased her, the more she was in love with him.

She was very insistent that they go to bed together, and when they finally did, she was not happy with how inexperienced he was. Her remarks and the look on her face full of disappointment enraged him so much that he strangled her with the string she used to tie her dress around her waist.

When she stopped moving he was terrified and tried to wake her up, however, in addition to the fear he also felt an immense satisfaction that this dumb bitch was no longer laughing.

She had mocked him and was now lying there with a blank stare, a fucking slut who deserved everything that had happened to her.

He decided afterwards that he wished he'd caused her more pain before he killed her, that he had said all those things to her that had been pressing to his lips.

His girlfriend reminded him a lot of her in some ways, so he had originally considered her the perfect target for his next victim, believing that she was simply faking it.

He tried to catch her in a lie, gossip or words she would normally be ashamed of if she didn't trust him, but his plan backfired a tad because he fell in love with her instead.

F = Friends (do they have and who they consider friends)

She is his only real friend.

G = Gifts (whether they like gifts and give them themselves)

He loves to make his sweet girl little presents, he knows what kind of buns she likes to eat so he always buys her fresh ones after work so she can eat them for dinner and in the morning before class, he buys her books, notebooks and anything he thinks she will find useful and enjoy, always excitedly waiting for her reaction.

When he gets gifts from her, when she turns out to have remembered his birthday or anniversary, he feels happy, ashamed and remorseful at the same time, thinking that after all he has done he does not deserve any presents, much less from her.

H = Hobby (what they do for pleasure in their free time)

Reading.

I = Idol (their role model)

In fact, she is his role model. Every day he watches her and learns from her how to deal with everyday problems and adversities in a calm and composed manner, at the same time filled with hope and reason. She is the one he counsels when he doesn't know how to solve his problem, not wanting to use violence any more, and he usually gets an answer from her that satisfies him and, in his mind, makes sense.

J = Jokes (how they react to jokes and if they laugh)

No joking. He doesn't even know how to do it. He laughs sometimes when she does something silly.

K = Kids (do they want to have them)

Some part of him would like to have a family, but he would be afraid that his children would be like him. He would also be afraid that he would then have to share his beloved, that a child would take her away from him to some extent. He knows that he is perhaps too possessive for that and would rather not risk it.

However, he would never force her to terminate the pregnancy if she decided that she wanted to keep the child. He would then try to deal with it somehow, but it would be very difficult for him because of what would be going on in his head.

L = Love (anything to do with falling in love)

Before he met her, he did not believe in love or that he was capable of it. He believed that he could not be loved and that women who bestow affection on him simply want to go to bed with him and fall in love with someone they have made up themselves, in some imagined version of him, rather than the monster he really was.

When he met her, however, it became apparent that something was beginning to happen inside him. He felt warmth at the sight of her as she crossed the door of the café, the rapid beating of his heart and the trembling of his hands as he handed her an order and exchanged a few words with her, the things he had learned about her and the articles she had written made some part of him want to get to know her instead of trying to drag her to bed, and once that happened he was unable to hurt her.

M = Manners (how they behave in formal situations)

He is cold and withdrawn. He hates talking to strangers and dies when he has to call the doctor or get anything done at the office. He begs her to do it for him, but she refuses, saying that he has to deal with such things on his own. He literally dies then, but he tries, for her. To make her proud of him.

N = Nightmare (their worst nightmare)

He often dreams that he wakes up next to her and she is lying beside him with empty eye sockets, covered in blood, dead. He doesn't remember anything, he can't believe that he did it, but he also sees traces of blood on his hands. He then wakes up, for real this time, and grabs her, begging her to say something, and she looks at him terrified, snapped out of a deep sleep, asking him if he's been having nightmares again.

Usually then he starts crying in relief, unable to even answer her question, sobbing hugged to her chest, and she embraces him and strokes his hair, whispering that everything is okay.

He dies of fear when she goes off somewhere alone and doesn't respond to his messages for too long. He's ready to quit mid-shift, get straight into the car and drive to wherever she is, just to make sure she's okay. He drives her crazy with his overprotectiveness.

He would be devastated if she broke up with him. He would be afraid he would do something to her in an act of desperation or go back to murdering again.

O = Origin (their childhood)

He grew up in a family where money was always in short supply. His father died when he was very young and his mother worked several shifts to support him and his siblings. When the terrible accident happened to him and he lost his eye, his mother could not afford the expensive treatment, so his scar did not heal as well as it could have.

For a long time he wore the cheapest glass eye, which looked awful and made other children afraid of him. It wasn't until he was in high school that he managed to get a refund from the country for a better one, one that is almost no different from a normal one.

P = Proximity (what they are like when they are intimate)

Before her, he associated proximity only with animalistic closeness and aggression, so he did not see it as anything pleasant or desirable.

Only when he met his girlfriend did he desire this closeness in a different way, wanting simply to touch her, feel her and experience fulfilment with her. It turned out that her touch, full of respect, warmth and care even calmed him down, and sex with her became his favourite way to relax.

Q = Quiz (whether they like to play and how)

He enjoys playing chess or other logic games.

R = Routine (do they have a daily routine and what is it)

He always sets himself a routine for the day, which he sticks to and which his girlfriend knows he hates when someone disorganises it for him. They have agreed that they will always set all changes in advance and try not to surprise each other with anything unless something happens that neither of them had control over.

He didn't resent her when she became unwell and he had to take her to the doctor even though he should have been at work, it is obvious that her and his wellbeing are of utmost importance to him.

S = Safety (whether and where they feel safe)

He only feels safe when he sleeps cuddled up against her breasts in their bed, making sure he has locked the door on both locks beforehand.

T = Touch (who they allow to touch and how)

Only she can touch him. He loves her hands, the way she touches his bare skin with them, his chest, his cheeks, his shoulders, when she kisses him, or when she comes close and embraces him from behind at the waist.

In the case of any other person, he tenses up all over and pulls away, furious, thinking that this is a right meant only for the woman he loves. When any strange woman touches him he bursts into a rage, he then snorts for air and counts to thirty, waiting for the wave of anger to pass away.

U = Unforgivable (things they would not forgive)

Lying.

He would never forgive her if she lied to him, even if it was some small thing. He would rather she say she doesn't know something or isn't sure than say something that would later turn out not to be true. He often checks what she says with the facts and is relieved every time her words are confirmed. He trusts her, but at the same time he is still afraid that she will start hiding something from him.

Betrayal.

I don't even have to write what he would do then. He would kill her first and then himself.

V = Vengeance (whether they are vengeful and how)

He is very vindictive and only her pleas and requests make him let strangers off the hook for certain things. He is very easily annoyed or offended and often winning his forgiveness is impossible.

W = Warderobe (what they wear, what style they have)

He dresses simply but elegantly. He loves fitted, dark jumpers and turtlenecks worn with black trousers.

Y = Yearning (whether they yearn and how they express it)

He dies of longing when she goes out somewhere alone with her friends. He lets her do it because he knows she needs it, but he wants to cry then. He is emotionally unstable and sees the very worst scenarios in his mind − above all that something will happen to her.

He constantly craves her, when she is tired several days in a row he starts to worry that she doesn't love him anymore, that he has done something wrong. Usually when she comes back to strength she shows him how wrong he was and then he feels that wonderful, overpowering relief again, which passes every time he has to separate from her again.

His dream would be to die lying in bed with her, cuddled up against her naked body, with his manhood deep inside her, his nose filled with her scent, listening to her calm breathing.

Z = Zone (their comfort zone)

He feels comfort when he is with her in their flat. This is where he's calm and composed and does not feel any frustration or anger.

When he goes outside and has contact with strangers he feels threatened, even more so when she is next to him and he has to worry about her too.

He then holds her hand in his to make sure he doesn't lose her somewhere among the crowds, watching the people around them like a guard, protecting her in his mind from other people like him.

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Hi! Welcome to fic recs....of fics I've read over the past couple months ! I had started out doing these monthly but then life happened and I didn't read tons so basically here's everything I've read and loved over like 6-8 months? wanted to put them together for the last 28th appreciation of the year, so here they are! Click on the links for full tags and summaries. If you read any of these make sure to show the authors some love by leaving kudos and comments!

⚡️Outside in the summertime by @dreamersdivin-headfirst

(2.2k | E | pwp)

Louis’ eyebrows shoot up in recognition, his lips curling into a smug smile. He brings his hand up to his mouth, taking a long drag, cheeks hollowing. His eyes never leave Harry as he blows out the smoke, the joint almost burnt out. Louis says nothing as he takes a last hit, holding the smoke in his mouth as he taps the end of the joint on the ashtray beside him. He beckons Harry closer with his hand, and Harry goes.

Thoughts: one word - beard burn. Why aren't you reading already?

⚡️Five zero five by @nooradeservedbetter

(2.5k | E | choking kink)

“So,” says Harry, and his fingers trail on Louis’ jaw, over his exposed neck. “I heard your cover tonight. Arctic Monkeys, really nice.” His fingers linger on Louis’ neck, stroke the Adam’s apple. (Or, they told us all they have a choking kink.)

Thoughts: stupidly hot, Louis is singing about being choked so really why wouldn't you read this

⚡️Like a fire burning in your veins by @nooradeservedbetter

(2.8k | E | pain play pwp)

But first kinks are never forgotten, so to speak, and Harry can’t help but go back to them, alone and with Louis, over and over again. Can’t help but ask for bruises and pinches and slaps, can’t help but get on his knees in a bathroom stall, mouth full of dick while Louis bites on his fingers to avoid screaming. (Or, the one with the pain.)

Thoughts: it's Harry and pain kink and hot smut and great look into his internal mindset literally what more do you want

⚡️Take the moment and taste it by @hellolovers13

(6.4k | E | meet cute and smut)

“You made him a bracelet?”

“Yeah. It’s a whole thing, people make these friendship bracelets and trade them at the shows. I got a bunch from fans while I was there, but I wanted to give Harry one, with my number on it.”

“Your number as in 28, your squad number, or your phone number?”

Louis smirked. “You know which one.”

or, Louis didn't get the chance to give Harry his bracelet in person, but Harry isn't one to leave fate alone.”

Thoughts: obsessed, cheeky Harry is such a delight, some of my fav characters I've ever read and fav smut I've ever read

⚡️True blue by maroonmoonlouis

(23k l E l established relationship)

Louis and Harry are the most codependent couple. Harry's life purpose is to take care of his omega & Louis' is to be doted on. After a few too many jabs from their friends and coworkers, Louis is determined to show Harry that he's capable of surviving on his own while Harry is certain that Louis is going to break up with him at any moment.

Thoughts: perfect, they are sickening and you'll love it, couldn't get enough of it

⚡️Let your damage, damage me by @outropeace

(57k / E / regency arranged marriage au)

A low and dangerous growl was ripped from the future King’s chest. “Who the fuck do you think you are?” the alpha snarled, eyes dark and nostrils flared. Even as anger rushed through him at the alpha’s brutish display, Louis felt breathless at the intense gaze of the man that was going to be his future mate. ‘Tomorrow I’m going to be under all that. He will be inside me, all muscles and rage.’ Louis felt his cheeks heat again, but refused to be cowed. So he put his best smirk on display, the one alphas despised to see, the one that assured them all he had the upper hand. “Thought you were expecting me, dear husband. I’m your future mate.”

Thoughts: I don't even have words actually, its perfect, I'll think about her for ages and firmly in my top5 fics.

⚡️Men of Steel, Men of Power by @nooradeservedbetter

(58k / E / political abo?)

Louis has one goal: survive this year unscathed to complete his grand plan, for which he has sacrificed his family, his friends. His identity. he's not expecting Alpha Harry, who manages to get under his skin and inside his heart. He suddenly has a lot more to lose, and a lot less control.

Thoughts: incredible plot, made me feel many feelings, layered characters and a story you can't put down. Bonus: animalistic sex?

⚡️Catch me if I fall by @shimmeringevil

(18k / E / enemies to lovers)

Lovers when on the stage but bitter rivals as soon as they step off, Harry and Louis have butted heads from the moment they first met. Locked in a stalemate that they hope to ride out until graduation, things take a turn when Harry learns that Louis is hiding a secret.

Thoughts: the enemies part? chef's kiss. The enemies with sexual tension part? chef's kiss. The sweet sweet lovers part? also chef's kiss. all of it really.

⚡️Don't want no other shade of blue by @louisisworthit

(30k / E / royalty aranged marriage au)

It was foretold that Alpha Prince Harry would be mated to a beautiful male omega with eyes that could rival the stone amethyst, but Omega Prince Louis refuses to believe it.

Thoughts: their banter is unmatched, Harry is the sweetest little character and they're perfect just like this story is.

⚡️Makes me feel alive by @itsnotreal

(8k / E / pain kink)

Louis hated when people came in to get tattooed and couldn’t sit still— bunch of fucking squares is what they were. If only that had been the issue for his newest client.

Thoughts: you cannot go wrong with a tattoo artist au ft pain kink. Naturally this is hot as hell so do yourself a favor!

⚡️But when we kiss by @indiaalphawhiskey

(24k / E / age difference, sugar daddy au)

Louis only nodded, still smiling. “Right, okay. As much fun as this has been, I really doubt the lovely heated seating of my car will dull our banter. Or...” he dragged out the ‘r’, eyes mischievous. “Are you really going to let a…” he assessed Harry. “Twenty? Twenty year gap,” he confirmed. “Be the reason you get hypothermia? Is that really the hill you want to freeze on, Mr. Principled?” –– Or, while Harry and Louis adore the chase, they find they adore each other much, much more.

Thoughts: listen I love everything I read from this author. It left me gasping for air in the middle of the night and I don't have enough words for how perfect it is in every way. If I try I'll write an essay. Go read.

⚡️Vine ripe by @bluestgrey

(11k / E / mommy dom H, sub top L)

after a night out, Harry and Louis have a little fun.

Thoughts: Top 5 smut i have ever read, what are you doing if you haven't read it, so fucking hot and perfect I couldn't breathe etc 10/10

⚡️Apple pie baked just right by @28goldens

(99k / E / cottagecore farm boy x city boy au)

Louis has to get away. The news of his father’s terminal diagnosis, the loss of his job, and the breakup with his girlfriend leads Louis to leave for a life of slower things in the small town of Cedar Hills. His new neighbor is the Cox Family Apple Farm. Harry Styles, the oldest child of the Cox Family, might just teach him how to live life a little simpler, bake an apple pie, and breathe.

Thoughts: perfect, so warm and sweet and like a hot cup of cocoa while winter rages on outside. So comforting, I adored.

⚡️Play by the rules by @shimmeringevil

(21k / E / disaster dom au)

Fed up with the excess energy that’s wreaking havoc on his personal and professional life, Louis asks his boyfriend to dom him in the hopes that it’ll help him relax. Unfortunately, Harry is a bit of a disaster when it comes to being a dom. So, Louis decides to get creative to try and encourage the dominant side out of him.

Thoughts: best characters, the humor is top notch, and they have the most perfect dynamic. its a shimmeringevil fic, you don't wanna miss out.

⚡️Your eyes outshine the town by @insightfulinsomniac

(19k / E / christmas fic)

When a freak French snowstorm traps Harry's family in Paris, he's suddenly left flying home for a Christmas spent alone. However, everything changes after a chance encounter with an undeniably attractive, generous alpha who suggests that Harry join his family's Christmas celebrations. Against his better judgment, Harry agrees, and follows Louis back to Doncaster for the holidays. Little does he know, he'll not only become attached to the alpha, but to his entire family. Maybe his Christmas won't be as lonely as he expected. Complete and utter fluff ensues. Sappy Christmas tropes abound.

Thoughts: so utterly sweet and soft, perfect for the holidays but also if you're looking for the equivalent of hot cocoa on a rainy day. I adored it

I honestly wish I had read more, and hopefully next year I'll have actual monthly recs and more fics I devour. I'd like to send so much love to all fic writers who created something this year and even more to those that may have struggled this year. Your passion and work gives so much joy and fulfilment to so many. I'll love you forever, I hope the next year brings you so much creativity and good vibes. Anyways if you check these out please show the writers some love.

Happy new year (in advance!)

#28th appreciation #end of the year reads #fic recs #larry fic recs

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Finally Free (PJM)

Summary: Kidnapped at a young age, Y/N is forced to work for an organisation that specialises in killing. All is well until she begins to realise her partner, Park Jimin, may be keeping more secrets from her than she realised.

Pairing: Park Jimin x reader

Genre: Assassin reader, assassin Jimin, enemies (?) to friends to lovers, assassins AU, angst

Word Count: 22.9k

Warnings: Kidnapping, murder/assassination, gun violence, knife violence, physical violence, major character death, mentions of a dead animal, blood, heated making out

“Once upon a time, there was a girl.

She was haughty and smug, plagued with the impression that those around her were inferior in every way possible. Her notion was not without foundation, for she topped her classes again and again, excelled in every activity she’d ever bothered to try, and had every student in the school wishing her to give them the time of day. Teachers lifted her with commendation and boys begged for but a simple chance.

Her only problem was that she was too good, and she didn’t bother to hide it.

She would revel in the praises of her classmates, flaunting her grades and trophies to no limits. New strangers were not seen as the beginning of a novel relationship, but new opportunities to show off her excellence. Adoration had become her perpetual melody.

Until one day the turntable turned no more.

The girl brushed her hair softly as she sat in front of her dresser, watching as the silky curls bounced against her nightgown. She was in awe at her porcelain skin and the delicate dip of her nose. Admiration for herself was nothing out of the ordinary, enough to put even a man like Narcissus to shame. But what she didn’t notice that night was the shadow watching her from afar.

Its gaze fixated through the cool glass of the window with focus and intensity. Had the girl been just a little aware, she might have even caught it, but she was much too immersed in stretching across her bed happily as thoughts of tomorrow’s exam results filled her with glee.

Her ignorance continued as the shadow finally moved, slithering within the darkness until it emerged from the shadows, slowly stepping towards the girl.

That was the last time anyone had ever seen her again.

Her parents had sworn they had heard a scream erupt from their daughter’s room at the strike of midnight, but upon stumbling into her room, they were only met with an empty bed, a window left wide open, and a message engraved on the alabaster wall dripping in crimson red blood:

‘We see all, we know all, we control all.’

The next day, gasps reverberated against the walls of the school. Not at the news of the girl’s disappearance, no the parents had not disclosed such information just yet, but at the results board that had been pinned in the hallway.

The girl that had never gotten below a full mark in her life had just received a zero, her name written boldly at the end of the list of students.

The day after, the school newspaper’s front page had, for the first time, displayed a headline worthy of turning the students' heads. It had been a three page summary of every sin the girl had ever committed, from cheating on her boyfriend in the eighth grade to bullying her friends into obedience in the tenth.

At the end of the newspaper, was an oddly written sign off.

‘We see all, we know all, we control all.’

One by one, everything the girl had worked hard for throughout her life had been torn down within a month- her reputation, her achievements, her school rank. Until one day, even the mention of her name was met with scoffs and rolled eyes.

‘It’s good she’s gone, she got what she deserved.’

‘If she’s really done all that, I hope she’s dead.’

‘She was snobby and arrogant anyway, good riddance.’

Jealousy is such an easy tool to play with, and they indeed played it with ease. But their intentions were not influenced by such an emotion. The pettiness of an action motivated by jealousy was far too low for their standards. They took the girl because they wanted her. They wanted her brain, her body, her soul. And they didn’t need to ask permission from anyone.

Because they see all.

They know all.

And they control all.

So, what is the moral of the story?”

The room was met with silence. Once upon a time you would rush to fill the quiet void created by the darkness of midnight and your mother’s expectations. Her words would seep into the marrow of your bones and create some of the worst nightmares you could think of.

But now you could only scoff.

“Don’t be a show off,” the words left your lips automatically. You were only half paying attention anyway, the mind of a nine year old tended to do that when being told the same story for what was probably the hundredth time.

All you wished to do was burrow into the blanket covering your frame and fall into the peace that was a gift of sleep.

Your mother simply hummed. She had asked this question as many times as she had told the story, and your reply was always the same. Even her hum in response was no different from the other times. It was never any indication as to whether the answer satisfied her, only a mere act of acknowledgement.

But instead of turning off the nightlight of your room and calling it a night like she always did, this time she stayed behind, gaze boring into yours as she watched your tiny figure hugging the pillow on the large bed.

“Is that truly what you believe the moral to be?” She asked unusually.

Your mother has always been ominous in everything she said. You were sure her words always held some kind of double meaning, like she knew things you didn’t and she wanted to make sure you knew it.

“Yes?” You replied, doubt weakening your response. Up until now, you had always believed that your answer had been adequate enough.

Was it not?

Your mother chuckled, another unusual action for her. Tonight seemed to be full of surprises.

“You will figure it out one day,” she stood, obviously refusing to answer anything in a way that might make sense.

“Did you lock your window?” She asked, checking the lock anyway.

You nodded your head, another routine question answered flatly.

“Then let your dreams give you comfort,” she said, one of the rare phrases of hers that genuinely brought warmth to your chest.

“Goodnight,” you replied, watching her walk out of the room while gently closing the door behind her.

Your room was drenched in the night’s darkness, only a sliver of moonlight allowing you to see the outline of the fancy furniture distributed throughout the room. You could hear the screeching caw of a bird outside your window, the tick tocks of the grandfather clock hiding behind your dresser, and the occasional tussle of your bedsheet as you squirmed around.

You were restless tonight, the words of your mother oddly bothering you awake.

If the moral of the story wasn’t to not show off, then what else could it possibly be? If the girl had not flaunted her achievements, they wouldn’t have known how smart she was and they wouldn’t have taken her. It was a logical answer with a logical explanation.

You huffed as you pushed the blanket off yourself and made your way to the window, eyeing the bright moon as you swam in the ocean that was your thoughts.

Maybe she should have tried to be more likeable? If she had been more genuine towards her friends, they might have liked her enough to search for her after her disappearance. That’s how it was in those movies, wasn’t it? The main character’s friend disappears, the police close the case due to lack of evidence, and then the main character takes it upon themself to search for their friend alone.

Maybe that was what your mother was trying to point towards?

You sighed, not feeling any kind of enlightenment at your ideas. Your small hands found the lock of the window and pulled it open, feeling the light breeze of the fresh air outside.

Life is not a movie my dear child. Reality is a lot more harsh than what they make it out to be.

Your mother’s words echo in your mind, though you don’t even remember when she’s ever said them. She seemed to have grown a consciousness of her own in your head. You suppose most people would classify that as some kind of mental illness.

You felt yourself lean forward, resting your arms on the windowsill as you closed your eyes and basked in the chill breeze. For a fleeting moment, you wondered what it would feel like to walk outside, to feel soft grass, or hard sidewalk concrete. That was what normal people did, didn’t they? They went on walks and played in parks. But you had never done those things. Maybe that’s why you felt like you were going crazy.

As you opened your eyes, they suddenly flitted across a shadow that you swear you saw on the stone driveway of your house. It had been small, and if it had really existed, then it had also been very quick. You strained your neck forward so that you could get a better look outside of the window. Your driveway was still within your house thanks to a tall iron gate, so no one other than your mother and the maids could be outside and at this hour it was unlikely that any of them would even be up at all.

Deep in your thoughts, you didn’t realise just how far you had been leaning against the window until you felt your hold on the windowsill slip. Your arms slipped forward, bringing your whole body with you. You only had a second to register the fact that you were going to fall, from a height that could very much kill you. But you didn’t. Your body didn’t slip outside of the window, nor did it hit against the hard stone driveway. Instead, you felt a hand grab your collar from behind, and throw you across your bedroom. Your back collided with the wood of your dressing table, causing pain to flare in your bones.

That’s when you finally saw him.

A figure wrapped in black clothes stood before you as he breathed heavily. The only parts of him that were uncovered were his hair and hands, otherwise his face was covered by a black mask.

You tried to get yourself to your feet, to scream at the sight of his presence, but he was much quicker. His hands were on you in seconds, one pinning you roughly to the floor while the other was held tightly against your lips.

Of course you struggled, but the figure kept you pinned with strength you could not match. You suddenly felt like the girl in the story your mother had just told you about.

Except this was real life. Either you would die here or you would be taken somewhere else.

With an idea forming into your mind, you slowly stopped struggling, letting your limbs fall to your side. The figure must have thought you were giving up because you could feel his grip loosening.

But he was wrong to think you wouldn’t go down without a fight.

In a quick motion, you moved to hit him on the head. But even with the element of surprise on your side he was still quicker. Instead you hand connected with his face, and in a moment of desperation, you grabbed onto the black mask covering his features.

The cloth ripped off of him, causing the two of you to freeze. He looked like a normal boy, maybe a few years older than you, but definitely no older than 12. His cheeks were soft while they were framed by his dishevelled black hair. But his eyes…

Despite their common brown colour, there was a hurricane of emotions hiding behind them. Anger, determination, fear and pain.

So, so much pain.

The two of you locked gazes for what felt like an eternity, but was probably only a few seconds.

Then the boy stood and began dragging you towards your window, which was now wide open. Once you were outside, no one would be able to save you. Your fate would be handed over to this unusual boy.

A sudden panic overtook your mind.

“Wait! Please,” you begged, your hands clawing at his grip on your arm with no success, “I’ll do anything, just please let me go!”

He ignored you, continuing to walk towards his exit with no plans of stopping.

“Please,” you were crying at this point, “who are you? What do you want from me?”

At those questions, he paused for a moment before slowly turning to face your small figure. His eyes were once again on you, this time regarding your arms, then your clothes, and then lastly your eyes.

If you were in your right mind, you might have noticed the shaky breath that escaped his lips, but you were too busy being terrified over where your future lay now.

He took a bold step towards you, causing you to back away as much as his grip on your arm would let you.

“Who are we?” He asked, his voice steady. It was the only thing you could focus on without panicking before nodding slowly.

He took another step towards you, “after today your life will never be the same.”

Another step.

“You’ll either live in fear, shivering in the shadows of darkness.”

One more.

“Or you’ll learn how to hide in them and use them to rise to the top.”

You felt your back bump against a wall, but he didn’t stop until his face was barely a breath away from your own.

“Either way, you’re ours now.

Because we see all, we know all, and we control all.”

15 Years Later

“There’s no way you don’t see it. You’re dumb, but not that dumb.”

Your back leaned against the mahogany bannister in a crouched state as your neck strained to continue focusing on Jimin, who was crouched on the other side of the staircase mulling over your words. He had wisely chosen to ignore the jab you had sent him, opting instead to shift uncomfortably in his place with his position mimicking your own.

Instead of an actual response, he just scoffed, turning his head to look between the gaps of the bannister rather than your face. Despite it, you could imagine his expression clearly, furrowed eyebrows and a narrow gaze as he waited for your target.

Fortunately for the two of you, the owner of the mansion you were in had decided to go for an open concept layout, giving the two of you maximum coverage of the whole ground floor from your vantage point at the top of the wooden stairs. That, paired with the isolated nature of his mansion, was just making it too easy. You could do this mission with your eyes closed.

Which made this a perfect opportunity to bring up this topic to Jimin. It was just as much frustrating as it was pleasing how unserious he was about it.

“I’m just saying,” you began, hoping to get the conversation going once again, “if you guys dated, it would be good for your reputation within the Organisation and you’d be loaded for life.”

You had to push away the rotten feeling in your heart at the mention of Jimin dating someone. It was so pathetic, all these years pining for a man that had probably never looked at you as more than a sister. But you couldn't help it. It was like in those movies you've watched, where the character's heart fluttered at his every touch. Or when he called their name and all their problems seem to wither away. Or just the thought of him brought a smile to their face.

As embarrassing as it was to admit, that was exactly how you were. It was always fine, because if you had learned one thing from your life, even before who you are now, it was how to hide things. Hiding your emotions had especially become your specialty.

But things were changing. You were starting to watch him when he spoke for too long, you started longing for his attention a lot more now and not to mention an incident involving falling onto him during a mission where you felt like your heart would explode. You were getting bad at the one thing you thought you were good at.

And it was starting to hurt. All those years of pining weren't really torture for you, for some reason it was easy to call it nothing more than a crush back then. Knowing you could never have him was simply a fact that you didn't mind. You had his friendship and friendship was all you needed. But now, his presence did things to you, and whatever it was, it was painful. Watching him laugh only reminded you that one day it'll be someone else's and listening to him talk about the future only reminded you that one day he wouldn't be in it.

Which was why you had to do this. You had to put some kind of boundary between the two of you so that these unwelcome thoughts would leave. So that you could finally go a day without thinking about him or without wishing he was by your side all the time.

And what better way than to find him a girlfriend?

Jimin’s face turned towards you once again as you adjusted the idle gun in your hands, gaze scanning your expression and then your finger resting comfortably on the trigger. You were used to it. You had been under his constant gaze ever since you were 9 after all.

Finally he turned away, staring forward in an oddly tired way.

“No, I don’t think so.”

“What do you mean no? She’s the daughter of our leader. If you two dated, even eventually got married, you’d have her father’s protection and money. You’d be set for life,” you argued, chest fluttering weirdly in the process.

But Jimin simply shook his head. You watched him for a moment, noticing his tense shoulders and furrowed eyebrows. He was a man of few words, you’d learned at least that much about him in the years you’d spent as mission partners. When something was on his mind, it took a little pushing to get him to open up. Since it was clear the mission couldn’t be what was bothering him, you guessed it was something else.

“What is it?” you asked finally, gaze flickering towards the mansion’s front door in case your target showed up, “there’s something on your mind. Come on, tell me.”

He paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts in the process. Just because he didn’t talk much didn’t mean he was stupid. He was the complete opposite really. Every word that left his mouth was calculated, an immense amount of thought and intention behind every sentence.

Finally, he spoke up.

“Do you really think she likes me?”

The question felt like a hammer to your chest. Any hope you had of fostering a more intimate relationship with the man a metre or two away from you was crushed by the sliver of hope you could hear in his voice. Of course Jimin would want to date her. She was rich, gorgeous, and, most importantly of all, the daughter of the Organisation’s leader. Who wouldn’t?

You pushed down the jealousy threatening to make itself known.

“Yes, I’m very sure she does. So what’s stopping you?”

The digital watch on your wrist suddenly lit up, a coordinate flashing on the little map illustrated in black and white. The target was close, but not close enough to matter right now.

Jimin’s gaze lifted from his own watch, pausing once again, “even if she did like me, which may not even be the case, her dad would probably put my head on a silver platter before he’ll let her date me.”

“To me it seems like her dad doesn’t really care about what she does,” you thought out loud, “besides, I doubt he’d stop one of the best assassins in the Organisation from being with his daughter. If anything, he’d be glad he doesn’t have to pay for her bodyguard anymore.”

You hated how much you wanted him to refuse. To say that the real reason was because he didn’t like her like that. But his next words crushed your heart once again.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right. I’ll try to talk to her when I get the chance.”

You wanted to ask him whether he’d been secretly pining over her this whole time, but it would have to be in a joking manner so that it looked like it didn’t matter to you and you don’t think you could muster up that kind of energy. You could barely muster the fake smile you sent his way.

Thankfully, you didn’t have to actually say anything because right at that moment, the doors of the mansion burst open and your target stomped into the room. Immediately you and Jimin took your positions, one knee steadying yourselves while your hands steadied the gun aiming towards the target. He hadn’t noticed the two of you yet as he grabbed one of the vases on a coffee table and sent it crashing against the fireplace.

Though his anger seemed especially exaggerated, it didn’t really matter. Your mission had already been assigned, and nowhere in the outline had it said to figure out why your target was in such a rotten mood.

So without even a glance at each other, you and Jimin each sent a bullet flying towards the target, one slashing through his right arm, while the other through his right leg. The target stumbled to the ground, flailing around while yelling obscenities that would make a viking proud.

But no matter how hard he yelled, the only people that could hear him were himself, Jimin and you.

The two of you dropped from the staircase and nonchalantly made your way to his writhing form on the living room’s carpet. The red of his blood seeped into the red of his carpet, so much so that an untrained eye might not have even been able to spot it.

“Mr. Kang,” Jimin announced. His voice when he addressed people during missions was low and authoritative, one of the only things that really scared you about him. Sometimes you could even see him leading the Organisation itself with that voice. If he started dating the leader’s daughter, would that eventually become a reality?

He continued, completely unaware of your wild thoughts, “you have betrayed the Organisation with your acts of treason, and for that, you have been sentenced to die.”

The man stared up in horror as he watched you walk up to his broken form and point your polished gun to his head. There was no one that could save him now, this was the end.

As if that realisation dawned on him, he suddenly calmed himself down. The whimpers that had been echoing around the living room ceased and he pulled himself into a somewhat sitting position.

That made you and Jimin look at each other in confusion.

“It doesn’t have to be like this,” he started, voice strained in pain, “they’ve made you mindless puppets only to be used for their own biddings. And when you finally stop benefiting them, they’ll throw you away the same way they’re throwing me away.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “you’re being thrown away because you’re a traitor.”

“How can I be a traitor when they betrayed me first? They promised me they’d keep him safe as long as I did their dirty work, but my years of service were rewarded with what? My own hands dirty with his blood.”

You looked over at Jimin to share your confusion but were surprised to see his shoulders tensed. He was looking at the man on the floor with an unreadable expression, but you could have sworn you caught some fear in his eyes.

The man’s eyes widened as he seemed to catch onto Jimin’s expression too, “he knows, doesn’t he?!”

He crawled forward and grabbed Jimin’s hand, but Jimin surprisingly didn’t move, “you know what is to come! Let me go! Rebel! Run away! Do not serve them even a second of your ti–”

A loud bang suddenly reverberated across the living room, putting an end to the man’s rambling. There was a shocked expression on his face as blood dripped from his forehead down to the bridge of his nose. In a matter of seconds, his body was slumped against the living room’s carpet and silence ensued.

Jimin slowly put his gun back into his holster and started drenching the place in gasoline. But you stood, completely confused by the last 5 minutes.

“What was that?” You finally asked, watching him drown the body in gas.

But Jimin remained silent as he continued quickly.

“He said something about they betraying him first… I’m assuming ‘they’ are the Organisation, but whose blood did he have on his hands? And why did he say you knew something?”

Jimin threw the empty tank of gasoline to the corner of the room and brought out a lighter, flicking it so that a small fire burst from the metal opening. He threw it to the ground, watching as the fire spread throughout the room.

The two of you made it out of the mansion, watching as it crumbled to the ground in a mixture of fire and smoke. And yet after all that, he didn’t utter a word. It made you a little frustrated.

“Jimin, I’m asking you somethin–”

“It’s nothing,” He interrupted. His voice hadn’t even been loud, but there was a firmness in it that silenced you immediately, “ I don’t know what he was talking about when he said I knew something. I don’t know whose blood is on his hands and why it’s so important. He was likely just speaking nonsense.”

Both his gaze and voice was firm as he said his next words.

“But we have nothing to be worried about, I promise.”

It took you about a week after the whole incident to forget that man and his weird words, as well as Jimin and his even weirder behaviour. But your uneasiness didn’t leave that easily. You couldn’t quite forget the tenseness of Jimin’s shoulders and the fear you had picked up on in his expression for just a millisecond of a moment.

‘He knows, doesn’t he?!’

Was Jimin really hiding something from you? It was hard to believe considering how close the two of you were growing up. Yes, Jimin was a quiet and relatively private person, but you’ve always thought that you knew him better than others.

Had you been wrong?

And you couldn’t even begin to decipher the rest of the things the man had said. He was clearly against the Organisation because… they betrayed him? But how could the Organisation owe him anything? The Organisation owes nothing to anyone. Not to people like you. Not to the world.

‘You know what is to come!’

Was something coming that the Organisation wasn’t aware about? Or was the Organisation planning something that you all, within the lower ranks of the Organisation, didn't know was coming?

You groaned, sending three bullets through the centres of the holographic targets in front of you. So much for forgetting that incident.

And to your disappointment, Jimin hadn’t said a word about it at all since that day. Instead he continued to be his usual quiet self, like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. Though, you couldn’t help but notice his shoulders tense once or twice in your presence, like he was expecting you to say something. But ultimately, you knew that if he didn’t reveal anything that day, he wouldn’t reveal anything through begging.

“Ms. Y/N,” a voice behind you called.

You turned around to see a man dressed in a business suit waiting for you at the entrance of the training room. He had sunglasses covering his eyes and a small black wire indicating the presence of an earpiece. Your eyebrows furrowed.

You didn’t know who that was.

The man bowed, ignoring your confusion.

“There is a mission briefing in room 314,” he announced, “please come with me.”

He started walking towards said room, but you hesitated. Mission briefings were announced through your earpieces, you’ve never been summoned through a person before.

“I would advise that you pick up your pace, Ms. Y/N,” his voice came from the hallway, “we wouldn’t want to keep your partner waiting.”

The mention of Jimin had you groaning inwardly. He could very well be lying to lure you into the room and do whatever it was he, or his boss, was intending to do. But what could happen, anyway? This was the Organisation. They saw all, they knew all, and they controlled all. How could this man be doing anything against them in their own building?

So with those thoughts in mind, and also a little worry for Jimin, you started following the man to the room. It didn’t take long, one efficient elevator ride later had you entering a room labelled ‘314’ in no time.

It looked like any other briefing room, except it looked old. There was dust accumulating in its corners, an outdated television perched on the wall and a large desk in the middle of the room with empty chairs surrounding it.

Your room scan finally revealed Jimin standing near the side, posture rigid and hands behind his back. It was how you all usually stood when talking to someone above you.

“Please, take your position next to him,” a female voice called.

You did as you were told before you looked in her direction, which was smart now that you had identified the source of the voice.

The Leader’s daughter, Han Iseul, stood elegantly at the head of the room, just barely paying attention to the two of you as she sifted through a few documents in front of her. She was dressed in business casual clothes that hugged her skinny figure well while her makeup was sharp and precise. She was trying to be nonchalant, but you could see through her facade as easily as looking through water. When she wasn’t moving, you caught her stealing quick glances at Jimin here and then.

You hadn’t been lying to Jimin when you said she had a crush on him, and this only confirmed that even more. It took a lot of self control to reel in your jealousy.

“I’ve called you here today to brief you on your new assignment,” she announced finally, placing the documents she had been reviewing before on the table in front of her, “I advise that you listen carefully.”

You’ve never heard of anyone being briefed by the Leader’s daughter before, it’s always been by your superiors who had direct contact with the Leader. They would always contact you through your earpiece, outlining the tasks you had to get done, and leave you and Jimin to do your job. It’s never been this excessive.

You suspected it might have had something to do with her little crush. Some sad attempt at getting closer to Jimin by briefing the two of you on one of your missions. She really must be whipped for him to pull something like this in such a strict organisation.

“The reason for the abnormality in your briefing today is due to the private nature of this mission,” she continued, eyeing the two of you, “this mission is to stay a secret even within the Organisation. The only ones you may mention it to are yourselves and me.”

“The task I am assigning you will require you to guard the transport of a particular cargo. The details of the cargo will not be provided, but it is imperative that this cargo make it to its destination. The transport itself will take about two days, both of which you will be on active duty. We will not risk transport at night, so the cargo will be transported to a secure location on the night between these two days.”

“Any questions?” She finally asked.

When she didn’t get an answer she nodded, “you will leave in two hours. Please prepare your gear.”

With those words, she left the room, but not before stealing a glance at Jimin one last time. It made you want to throw a chair in her face, but you knew you had no right to.

Once she had fully left, you turned towards Jimin, who had been quiet this whole time.

“Cargo protection? Since when are we, aka assassins, responsible for protecting cargo?”

“This isn’t the first time we’ve been tasked with a mission that does not involve killing someone,” he said, checking his watch for the results of his gear checkup and inventory stock. Jimin’s always been a stickler for the rules. It’s why he’s one of the best assassins in the Organisation.

“I’ll never understand why we get missions outside of our scope,” you huffed, deciding to check your own inventory. Even though the mission itself sounded stupid, Iseul had made it sound otherwise, so it must have been important. You weren’t dumb enough to be sloppy on a mission like this.

The corners of Jimin’s lips twitched in a slight smile, “I’ve already restocked your inventory and gotten your gear up to date. Just focus on not accidentally shooting the target’s sister again.”

“That was one time!” You huffed, feeling slightly offended, “besides, I doubt we’ll be shooting at anyone in this mission.”

“Lucky for you.”

You punched him in the arm, earning you an amused chuckle. The sound had butterflies swirling in your stomach until a sudden thought struck them all down.

“So… you and Iseul must have waited a while for me,” you began, dreading the answer to your question already, “did you guys talk about anything?”

The room quieted before Jimin answered your question.

“Yes, we talked a bit.”

Your eyes widened and without thinking you blurted out, “wait, seriously?”

You don’t know why that came as such a big surprise to you, he had agreed with the whole dating thing after all. But Jimin saying something and Jimin actually doing something were two different things. And now that something was actually happening, you couldn’t help but feel even worse than before.

“Nothing too specific,” he said, not giving much detail. But that’s the type of boyfriend you expected him to be, private when it came to his relationships, “just general stuff.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to ask him what ‘general’ meant. Did he mean general small talk? Or general dating stuff? Is that why Iseul was looking at him so much during the briefing? Did she realise that she finally had a chance with him? Or did Jimin already confess that he was willing to start a relationship with her? Were they already a couple?

You felt your throat start to close and tears prick the back of your eyes.

Silly girl. Didn’t I tell you boys were not worth the time of day?

It’s been a while since your mother’s voice has made an appearance in your head. In fact, it’s been a while since you’ve even thought about her at all. She was a distant memory. You could barely even remember her face. But her words have never left your mind, and right now was proof of that.

“Y/N?”

You looked up at Jimin, who was looking at you with a concerned expression. He must have been elated, knowing he would eventually become the husband of the Leader’s daughter. And here you were, a pathetic girl with a pathetic school girl crush.

“I’m going to go double check my gear,” you managed to get out before making your way out of the room.

You just hoped your voice didn’t betray how vulnerable your heart was.

The breeze lashed at your hands and shoulders as you sped on your motorcycle at the first sign of dusk. In front of you stretched an empty highway owned specifically by the Organisation, while on your left was the truck carrying the cargo you had been tasked to protect. Outside of your view you knew Jimin, who was speeding on a motorcycle similar to yours, was likely on the other side of the truck.

The two of you had been on the road for hours, silently taking in the scenery that zoomed by you. Missions usually weren’t like this. Usually, you’d be raving about the storyline of the new movie or television show you were watching recently while Jimin tried to understand with an amused expression.

But tonight, you couldn’t bring yourself to say much of anything. Iseul and Jimin’s relationship had only just started, and you already felt like a truck had run you over. You couldn’t imagine how it would be when they started getting more serious.

You shook your head in frustration, trying to get the thoughts out of your mind. Since when did you become that girl that was head over heels over a man? Why was it so hard for you to let him go?

“To your right,” you heard Jimin’s voice through your earpiece. For a second you thought he was alerting you of an attack, but when you looked to your right, you watched a bunch of horses running across an empty field together. It was enough to bring a smile to your face, watching them gallop freely.

What must it feel like to be free?

“The holding facility is just a few metres ahead,” the voice of the cargo’s driver spoke from your earpiece, “once the cargo is safely transported there, the two of you can go on break until morning.”

You could hear Jimin’s voice agree along with yours as all three vehicles turned towards the highway’s exit. The more you all continued forward, the thicker the trees beside the road started to get until you and Jimin were forced to ride behind the truck.

A few more metres later, a large facility appeared within the thicket of the forest, hidden well to anyone that wasn’t looking for it. Either way, a large metal gate stood between you three and the facility, ensuring no one could get inside unless they had clearance.

All three vehicles came to a stop in front of the gate simultaneously.

“I’ll send the message to headquarters that we’ve made it so that they unlock the gate and then I have to manually open it, so wait here and guard the cargo until I get back,” the truck’s driver said. You could feel his end of the line go silent as the truck’s door closed and he started making his way to a control panel that was likely out of sight.

That left you and Jimin standing awkwardly next to each other as you waited for the driver to come back. You don’t think the two of you have ever been this uncomfortable with each other.

Jimin seemed especially conflicted as his eyes flickered to your form every few seconds. Sometimes he’d open his mouth to say something, only to close it once again.

It was literal torture, and after a few minutes, you just couldn’t take it anymore.

You scanned the now dark area, desperate to do something other than marinate in the awkwardness. The trees surrounding you were endless and the sky exhibited a few interesting stars, but it was when you looked in front of you that you got an idea.

“Let’s look inside,” you said suddenly, pointing towards the cargo.

Jimin, who initially seemed surprised by the fact that you spoke to him, processed your words with a horrified face, “what?”

“Let’s see what’s inside this thing,” you repeated, slapping the giant metal crate, causing Jimin to flinch. You might have laughed at his horrified expression if you weren’t in such a sour mood.

“Y/N, we can’t do that,” he hissed, reaching towards your arm to pull you away from the truck, but you dodged him easily.

“We’re literally risking our lives protecting this thing, the least they can do is let us see what’s inside.”

“And what if they catch us?”

You shrugged, already working on the giant latch. Jimin tried to pull you down once again, but with no luck.

“I mean it Y/N,” he said more firmly, “they could kill us.”

“Relax, I’ll take full blame for it if we do,” you replied, finally getting the latch off.

“I don’t care about myself, I care about–”

His voice faltered as the door of the crate finally swung open. It was dark, too dark to accurately make out what exactly was inside. Jimin felt his heart drop as you took a step into the metal box.

“Y/N–” he tried again, but his eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness, and the crate’s contents could finally be deciphered.

“They’re… weapons?” You said, confusion clearly laced in your tone.

The crate was stuffed with different kinds of weapons: guns, grenades, daggers, you name it. There had to be at least thousands of them, all neatly stacked so that no space was wasted within the crate.

“What could they possibly need so many weapons for?” You thought out loud, scanning them all.

The Organisation was not in need of any more weapons at all, which meant a restock was out of the question. So why were they transporting so many weapons?

Your thoughts were interrupted by the sound of heavy steps against the concrete.

The driver was back.

You heard Jimin curse under his breath as he gently pushed you towards the crate’s door, “get it closed, I’ll distract him.”

Without another warning, he quickly made his way to the side of the truck, stopping the driver in his tracks with a conversation you couldn’t quite hear. But it didn’t matter as you struggled to get the heavy latch closed.

“Dude we have to get this done before HQ thinks there’s something up,” you heard the annoyed voice of the driver get louder as he got closer to the back of the truck.

Your arms tried to force the latch down so that it could lock again, but it wouldn’t budge. Only now were you starting to panic. When you turned to the side, the front of the driver’s shoe peeked from the corner of the crate. One step. Just one step more was all the driver had to take to see your form near an unlocked crate, simultaneously signing your death certificate in the process.

“Wait!” Jimin suddenly yelled.

The driver paused, looking back at him with confusion. You could still see his shoes around the corner, but with newfound adrenaline, you finally shoved the latch down, allowing it to lock in place.

Your shoes just barely touched the ground when the driver turned the corner. He first scanned the crate, then you, and then Jimin, who looked like he had gone through ten different heart attacks in the span of a minute.

“What the hell is going on here?” He asked, picking up on something odd.

But you only shrugged, “I was peeing in the bushes and I guess Jimin wanted to save your eyes.��

The driver immediately scoffed in disgust.

“I’ll see you guys in the morning,” he said, getting back into the driver’s seat and driving the crate into the gates.

Jimin was scowling at you, but it was nice not being the only one in a bad mood.

“There’s a town nearby, let’s find a hotel there.”

Turns out the mentioned town was actually experiencing some kind of holiday, which meant crowds upon crowds of people swarmed the place. The good news was that crowds meant a less likely chance that you and Jimin would ever be remembered. The bad news was that the place was so crowded you two could only book a single hotel room for yourselves.

Thankfully, the room itself was a suite, so the bedroom was separate from the common room, but that meant only one person could sleep on a bed. Considering the heart attack you gave Jimin earlier, you had insisted he take it, but Jimin, being the predictable man he was, wouldn’t have it.

That left you staring up at the ceiling from the stiffly made bed while Jimin laid on the sofa in the common room.

Despite the moonlight that shone into your dark room through the window curtains and the lulling sounds of the wall clock and AC, you couldn’t sleep. You’ve always had an issue with sleeping thanks to nightmares and likely some insomnia, but tonight seemed especially bad. Although you could usually sneak in a few minutes of sleep every hour or two, you could barely even manage to close your eyes now.

You blamed Jimin, particularly his face, for your lack of sleep. Every time you felt your eyes close, you could see him staring back at you with his kind brown eyes and black parted hair. You could even remember him when you first met him, eyes wild with untamed emotions and long black hair. He had grown up so much since you met him, into someone that was intelligent but mature. Gentle but ruthless. Quiet but authoritative. It was his duality that you liked about him, because despite his extremes, he was still balanced.

The mattress creaked under your weight as you shifted, eyes still focused on the ceiling. You couldn’t keep having thoughts like this if Jimin was going to start dating someone else. It would be unfair to him and his significant other, not to mention if Iseul found out about your feelings you have no doubt she’d have her father end you in a matter of seconds. You couldn’t tell whether it was funny or pathetic how the fear of death amounted to nothing in the face of hurting Jimin and his happiness.

The sound of the door creaking open had you jerking upwards and reaching for the gun under your pillow, but you paused when you noticed Jimin’s hand on the door knob.

At the sight of you awake, he seemed to sigh in relief.

“What is it?” You asked, as he made his way to the side of your bed.

“Come on,” he said while his hand gently wrapped around your arm and pulled you up, “let’s watch a movie.”

Your eyebrows furrowed, but he didn’t give you a chance to protest as he guided you to the common room. When you made it to the television, you noticed two bowls of popcorn already sitting on the coffee table and the red and black colours of Netflix exhibited on the screen.

Jimin let you down on the couch with your legs crossed before settling on the ground in front of it. You could feel his shoulder brush against your knee softly, and it took everything in you to keep the butterflies at bay.

“Pick something,” he said, handing you the remote. Your body was on autopilot now, mindlessly shifting through movies and shows you had watched a bunch of times already.

When you didn’t pick anything for a while, mostly because you were focusing more on pretending Jimin’s shoulder wasn’t pressing against your knee, he frowned.

“You’re mad at me.”

You felt yourself tense as he turned to look at you.

“I don’t like it when you're mad at me.”

Your gaze couldn’t meet his, opting to continue looking through the Netflix catalogue instead. But Jimin gently took the remote from your hands, forcing your gaze back to him.

Why are you mad at me?

You could practically hear his next words, but to your surprise, his question was different from the one you were expecting.

“Do you remember when we first met?”

The scoff left you before you could stop it. Of course you remembered the most traumatic day of your life.

“You mean the day you kidnapped me?” You deadpanned.

Your tone had been more humorous than accusatory, but Jimin looked like you had shoved a knife in his chest. He nodded weakly, and it suddenly dawned on you that maybe that day had been just as traumatic for him as it had been for you.

“That had been the day I had finally finished my first stage of training,” he started, looking straight ahead at the screen idly, “they used to have this mini ceremony when that happened, kind of like a kindergarten graduation. They gave me some cake. Told me that I would grow up to be useful to the Organisation. There was just one little thing I had to do.”

His shoulders tensed again, “I had to kidnap you from your home and bring you to the Organisation.”

“And despite not knowing what they would do to you, whether they would kill you or force you to join them, I agreed.”

His gaze fell to his hands, “your mother had never let you outside of the boundaries of your home a day in your life, like some real-life Rapunzel. I doubt she expected anyone to even know about your existence. It had been so easy to just break into your room one night, grab you and take you back to the Organisation.”

Jimin turned back to you, the moonlight illuminating the pain in his expression, “Y/N, you deserve someone better than me. Someone that doesn’t make selfish decisions. Someone that didn’t doom you to this life.”

Your eyes were wide at his words. Despite this entire confession, there was only one thing that you could say.

“You know?” You realised incredulously, “you know about my feelings?”

You didn’t need an answer, it was already written all over his face. He was begging you to forget him, to ‘find someone better.’ This whole time he’s known while you had naively believed that you had been hiding your emotions from him successfully. You couldn’t tell whether you were embarrassed by that or just purely in shock.

After the initial reaction wore off, and you could process what he was saying a little better, you furrowed your eyebrows, “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be stuck in this organisation, forced to kill and stay obedient. You could’ve had a life, Y/N, but I took it away from you.”

You raised an eyebrow, “what life? Another decade trapped in the confines of my mother’s home? Knowing her, I doubt she would’ve let me out of there anytime soon. Besides, if you had refused, they would have just gotten someone else to do it. I’m glad I at least got someone like you, who's been with me and supported me every step of the way.”

But Jimin still shook his head, barely hearing a word you were saying. You never realised just how deeply he still thought about that whole ordeal. Aside from a few nightmares every now and then, you didn’t think about it much anymore. You had already suspected that Jimin had been forced into it, so you had never even held it against him either. But it was clear it was still a big deal for him.

You sighed.

“What about before the Organisation?”

Jimin let a hand run through his hair, reliving the memories of his childhood, “I’ve been an orphan for as long as I can remember. I jumped between a lot of foster homes and orphanages, but ultimately I ran away. Even the streets were better than most of those places. The Organisation managed to grab me when I was living there. Obviously since I didn’t have a family no one really cared, so I guess I made a perfect target.”

You tilted your head, “and you’re still going on and on about being selfish and dooming me? You were a child they had taken advantage of. If you had refused to kidnap me, you would have failed that task. And we all know what happens when you fail a task in the Organisation.”

The faces of numerous children you had grown up with came to mind, all of which had failed in some way or another, and all of which had never been seen again. The Organisation wasn’t just some teaching school that reprimanded you when you did wrong. It was unforgiving and bloodthirsty, and even the youngest of children knew that.

Jimin’s gaze remained forward as you let him swim in his own thoughts for a moment. You hoped he was at least starting to let go of the guilt that’s been seemingly eating away at him for years. It hurt to see him in so much pain.

“I should’ve stopped them.”

“Then you’d be dead.”

“I should’ve refused them.”

“It wouldn’t have made a difference.”

“You deserve better than me, Y/N.”

“That’s my decision to make, don’t you think?”

He was silent once again, watching the different shows flash on the screen. You could still see his shoulders tensed and a pained expression on his face. Though he might have been slightly convinced, you could tell he still felt uneasy.

Slowly, you sank down to the floor next to him, earning you a confused look. But before he could refuse, you wrapped your arms around his torso, pulling him closer to you in the process. Jimin paused for a moment, clearly surprised by the sudden action, but after a moment, you felt his arms hesitantly surround your form as well.

“You’re the only reason I’m still alive today, Jimin. I would have never been able to survive the Organisation’s training if you hadn’t spent day and night teaching me. You’ve always been by my side every step of the way, not just as a partner, but as a friend. So please don’t hurt yourself with guilt, you have nothing to be guilty for.”

You felt Jimin pull you closer as he rested his head on top of yours. It was almost desperate, like he was afraid you’d disappear at any moment.

“I like you too, you know that?” He said suddenly, “no matter how crazy you drive me sometimes, I’ll always care about you. I promise.”

You pushed yourself off him, scanning his face with wide eyes, “But what about Iseul? Didn’t you guys… talk? Don’t you like her?”

Jimin chuckled, “no, we did not talk and no, I do not like her.”

“Then why did you say you did?”

His expression became sad as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear delicately, “because as much as we both want this, it can’t happen.”

Your gaze dropped to the floor, letting silence engulf the moonlit living room. He wasn’t wrong. The Organisation had banned any romantic or sexual relationships between members a long time ago, and breaking those rules unsurprisingly resulted in the punishment of death. Jimin’s confession changed nothing.

But that didn’t make his confession meaningless. If it wasn’t for the Organisation, the two of you could have had a life together. You could have loved each other freely, under no one’s terms. For the first time in a long time you felt a familiar anger towards the Organisation. For stealing you away from your home, and forcing you to do their dirty work while staying obedient to their rules. You were nothing but their slave, and one step out of line would cost you your life without a second thought.

And the worst part was that there was nothing you could do about it. The organisation didn’t lie when they said they saw, knew and controlled everything. It was terrifying how deep their branches ran in the network of society. They lurked in the shadows of the law, swam in the dealings of businesses, controlling them quietly while people went about their lives cluelessly. They could probably watch the two of you right now if they wanted to, with no repercussions whatsoever.

You didn’t realise your hand had curled into a shaking fist until Jimin’s fingers brushed against it slowly. He let his fingers interlace with yours, calmly caressing the back of your palm with his thumb.

“It’s unfair,” you said, like a child throwing a tantrum, but Jimin only nodded his head.

“I mean, why us? There are so many people in this world living their own lives, completely unaware of the Organisation's mere existence. Yet, we had to be one of the few unfortunate people stuck under their cruelty. Where’s our justice?”

Jimin pulled you into his arms once again. He had no words of comfort for you, but then again, what comfort could you give two birds in a cage when you knew they had no chance of escape. There was no justice for people like you. The ones who worked in the shadows died in the shadows after all.

Your eyes widened as you suddenly felt his lips brush against your forehead lightly, causing your stomach to do backflips. Even though it was only for a brief moment, they felt so soft and loving on your skin that you knew you’d forever remember this moment for the rest of your life.

But his kiss didn’t just feel like an act of comfort, it also felt like a little act of rebellion. Like it didn’t matter that the Organisation had banned relationships because Jimin was choosing to kiss you anyway. It made you selfishly happy, despite the risk it posed for the two of you.

You jumped out of Jimin’s arms, happy to see a similar smile perched on his lips as you grabbed the remote.

“Funny but wholesome, with a side of angst,” you announced, “I know exactly what we need.”

You sifted through a few titles before clicking on one of the best movies of all time.

Jimin’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched the loading screen pop up, “is that a panda? Are we going to watch some kid’s show?”

But you simply covered his mouth with your hand as you grabbed one of the popcorn bowls and leaned your head against his shoulder.

“Do not attempt to put down Kung Fu Panda, it will only bring you dishonour and shame.”

Jimin shook his head with a chuckle as he pulled you closer into him. What you didn’t know was that he didn’t really care what you put on the large screen.

In the end, his focus would be on you every time.

The next morning, the two of you were back on the road speeding through the freeway. The landscape had changed from grassy lands and animal farms to vast fields of beige dirt and rocky mountains. As if reflecting the sorry state of the scenery, the weather was also dreary, with thick grey clouds and the smell of a thunderstorm brewing. It didn’t seem to be an immediate threat, but you made a note to keep an eye on it in case it became an obstacle to the transport.

While yesterday was filled with awkward silence, today’s silence was comfortable and calm. Images of last night flashed in your mind once in a while, of Jimin’s arms around you and his soft lips against your temple. Even though it made you as giddy as a school girl, you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about it.

But there was also this new feeling of grief weaving through the muscles of your heart, weighing your limbs down so that every movement took just a little more effort than before. It was the mourning of what could have been that brought on such a response. Of the life you and Jimin could have had if you both weren’t shackled to the Organisation in inescapable iron chains. You’d learned to live with the reality of your fate, but now that you knew the value of what they had truly taken away from you, you were finding it harder and harder to maintain such a mindset.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the voice of the driver, who announced your arrival at the final destination. The facility that finally came into view was almost identical to the facility you all had stopped at last night, except this one was at least three times larger. As the three vehicles approached the gate, you watched it automatically open, allowing the three of you to drive through effortlessly.

Once you made it inside the facility itself, the driver bid you both farewell, turning to drop off the cargo wherever he had been instructed to. There was no reason to meet up again considering your task was done, so it was safe to say you wouldn’t be seeing him again anytime soon.

That left you and Jimin standing idly in the centre of the warehouse, in awe at its size and the diversity in equipment surrounding the two of you. The walls were lined with dozens of giant computers, while the corners were filled with tables holding various blueprints and documents.

It was a little… messy compared to the Organisation’s normally strict and organised style. The computers were all mismatched and some of the documents had even fallen to the floor. They would never be so careless with their equipment.

“We should get going,” Jimin said, taking in the unusual setup as well. But following the rules had always come more naturally to him than you.

Then again, it was important that assassins be ready for the next mission immediately after completing one. And with the intimate moment that happened last night, you were thinking maybe you shouldn’t test the Organisation’s patience too much.

You sighed, trudging reluctantly behind Jimin as he started making his way towards the exit. Your mind was whirling with theories that attempted to explain what was going on here and why. The only explanation you had was that they were in a hurry responding to something, causing them to be hasty in their actions. Could this tie into what your target in the mansion had said? Was there really something coming? But then why would he tell the two of you to rebel and run away? Was he indicating that this would be the only opportunity to do it?

Jimin pulled the large door open, waiting for you to pass through, and you were about to do just that when your gaze suddenly caught a flash of light near the corner of the room, hidden behind one of the computers. Even though it was dull, it was still bright and enough to trigger your curiosity.

Jimin’s gaze followed your own until it landed on the light as well. His expression suddenly aged like 10 years on the spot.

“Y/N, no.”

But you were already walking through the concrete floor, determined to figure out the source of such an abnormality. As you got closer, another computer came into view, bigger and more importantly, already turned on. The dull light had been coming from its screen.

Jimin’s eyes widened at the discovery, “what are you going to do, break into their computer? We should leave, Y/N.”

“It’s not ‘breaking in’ if the computer is already on,” you reasoned, “besides, don’t you want to know what’s going on here?”

He just shook his head, “we could get in trouble for this.”

Before you could reply, the screen suddenly dulled, indicating that it would turn off in a few seconds. You rushed to it and moved around the mouse, causing the screen to brighten once again.

With the mouse underneath your fingers, you couldn’t help but snoop around the files a bit, opening them at random to look for anything interesting. Despite his earlier words, Jimin peeked from behind your shoulder, scanning the contents of the screen. You had to ignore the press of his body against your back.

After one particular click, you noticed a file that seemed a lot larger than the rest. When you opened it, you felt your eyebrows furrow.

Dozens of blueprints began to fill the screen. At first, you couldn’t recognise what they were illustrating, but then you started to notice a few familiar layouts here and there.

“They’re blueprints for the Organisation’s building,” you muttered.

You clicked another file that revealed all the timetables of the Organisation’s higher ups down to even the Leader. Next to every name that popped up were red flashing letters spelling ‘optimal timings.’ Curious, you clicked on one of them.

Your eyes widened when a full page suddenly popped up. Within it were all the timings in which the Leader was vulnerable in one way or another: when he dismissed his bodyguards, when he was in public, when he was alone, etc. And every timing was accompanied by the most efficient ways to kill him. You clicked through all the other red inscriptions, taking in the well-thought out and very achievable schemes that could very much have all the higher ups of the Organisation dead.

“They’re planning a hit on all the Organisation’s higher ups,” Jimin concluded, “but why would the Organisation want to harm itself like that.”

You thought back to the unusual way you and Jimin had been summoned for this mission.

‘The reason for the abnormality in your briefing today is due to the private nature of this mission.’

‘This mission is to stay a secret even within the Organisation.’

“Because it’s not the Organisation that’s planning all this,” you realised, “it’s Han Iseul, the Leader’s own daughter.”

The two of you stood in silence for a moment, letting the discovery fully process in your mind. It was the only explanation that made sense, at least to you. But why? The only thing you knew about the Leader’s daughter was that she was largely ignored by the Leader and the Organisation. She didn’t really have any responsibilities, but being the Leader’s daughter, she had an image of purity and power to uphold so that her father didn’t look weak. Maybe she was tired of being nothing but a puppet? You knew you could relate to that.

You turned towards Jimin, “is this what the man in the mansion had been talking about? What you knew about, but didn’t tell me.”

No.

He hadn’t said anything, but the answer was written all over his face. Jimin looked just as shocked and confused as you did, which had you even more confused than before. There were just too many things happening right now, too many mysteries popping up just as old ones were uncovered. You’re pretty sure your head was hurting from all the thinking you were putting it through.

But then you realised the weight of your discovery. The Leader’s daughter was staging a coup of some sort in the Organisation. Whether it would be successful or not, it was clearly going to be a big event, one the Organisation wouldn’t see coming. What if you and Jimin could take advantage of that? During all the chaos and battling, what if…

“What if we ran away?” You whispered, as if afraid the Organisation would hear you if you spoke any louder.

Jimin’s face snapped towards you in surprise. The mere thought of defying the Organisation had you shaking down to the bone, and you were sure he was no stranger to the fear you were experiencing right now. But this could be your ticket to freedom, an opportunity to finally be free from the clutches of the Organisation and their tyranny.

If not then, it would be never.

You watched Jimin’s mouth open only for it to close when a buzzing sound came from your earpiece.

“L/N Y/N, announce your presence,” a stern automated voice stated.

You internally groaned, knowing the Organisation already had a mission ready for you.

Your response was in harmony with Jimin’s as he also confirmed his presence, no doubt hearing the Organisation in his own earpiece as well. The two of you stood idly, waiting for the outline of your new assignment.

“Your next mission will consist of the following task,” the stern voice continued, completely devoid of emotion, “Within the next half an hour, beginning at the exact moment this call ends, you must eliminate your target and dispose of the body effectively. Your target is as assigned:”

There was a pause as the database searched for the target that had been assigned to you, before your heart dropped.

“Park Jimin.”

The familiar click of the line going dead had never sounded so deafening in your ears. Your limbs were still with tension as you tried to process words that felt like they were closing in on you, suffocating the last remnants of any breath left in your lungs.

‘Park Jimin’

You had to kill Park Jimin

The man that’s been there for you since day one, the reason you're standing here today. Your assignment was to end his life so that you could never gaze upon him again.

You slowly turned to Jimin, expecting his expression to mirror your own. But instead, his lips were pulled into a taut line while his gaze was aimed straight ahead of him. That was when you realised that Jimin’s expression wasn’t that of shock, it was one of resignation.

He knew. This is what he had been hiding, what he had known and kept from you this whole time. You wanted to ask him so many questions. How did he know? Why was this happening?

But you could only force out one sentence.

“I have to kill you.”

Jimin’s gaze lifted to your face, and you realised his eyes were drowning in unshed tears. When he spoke, it was hesitant and full of suffering.

“I have to kill you too.”

While your earpiece had called for Jimin’s assassination, his had called for yours. It was clear now that the Organisation wanted a battle. They wanted you and Jimin to fight to the death, and only the successor would be allowed to continue serving them till they too met their end.

You didn’t know why the Organisation had made the decision. Was it because of last night? Was it because of your mention of running away?

But it didn’t matter anymore, did it? The plan was over. If one of you weren’t dead in the next 28 minutes, both of you would be killed for your failure. You couldn’t wait for Iseul’s coup to run away anymore.

It was over.

You brought out your dagger, an unfamiliar tremor making it hard to hold it firmly. Jimin was the better fighter of the two of you, there was no doubt that it would be your body buried today. The thought of death terrified you, but somehow, dying by Jimin’s blade didn’t seem as scary. At least he would live, even if life under the Organisation was just another form of death itself. You’d gladly give your life if it meant Jimin could live on.

But a battle is what the Organisation wanted, and just like everything else, a battle is what the Organisation had to get.

You lunged, swinging your dagger straight towards Jimin’s neck. His hand was on his own dagger in a matter of a second and, just as you expected, he deflected your attack easily with the swing of his arm. You expected him to target your armed hand while you jumped back, but instead, he went for your torso, which you dodged easily.

The next 10 minutes were spent in a dance of dodges and attacks. Anytime your blade came close to even nicking his skin, you felt your heart beat in fear as you quickly changed the trajectory of your dagger. The sound of daggers clanging against each other reverberated around the warehouse, but the red of spilt blood never came.

Your eyebrows furrowed as another one of Jimin’s attacks failed to even scratch your skin. You didn’t understand what was taking him so long to end this. There wouldn’t be much time left to take care of the body within the Organisation's time limit, yet, his attacks were uncoordinated and weak while his dodges were reluctant.

You went for another attack with your dagger pointed straight towards his ribcage, expecting him to dodge it easily, but Jimin angled his dagger in the opposite direction. Instead of your dagger being deflected into the space to his right, your dagger deflected to his left. You watched in horror as your dagger plunged into the side of his arm before you could pull away.

“What the hell are you doing?!”

You jerked your blade back so that it couldn’t dig any deeper into his skin. His blood dripped from the silver tip to the dusty warehouse’s ground, creating a small pool of blood.

Jimin’s blood.

You’ve been exposed to blood and gore since you were a child and then all throughout your life, but the sight of his blood already had your stomach churning uneasily.

Aside from a small grimace, Jimin’s expression was unreadable. No anger. No resentment. Just a slight downturn of the corner of his lips, the one he always made when he was in pain.

Before you could yell at him, Jimin raised his blade and swung towards your shoulder. Sudden panic took over as you raised your dagger to dodge it so that his blade would deflect to the side of your shoulder. Instead, as Jimin’s dagger clanged against yours, he twisted his wrist, literally disarming himself with your blade.

His weapon clattered to the ground not too far away from your figure, yet he made no effort to retrieve it. Only then did you realise that he hadn’t been putting effort into this fight as a whole. None of his attacks were legitimate and his dodges were just barely keeping him alive.

Jimin was letting himself lose.

“No.”

You grabbed his blade from the ground and shoved it into his hand, but Jimin just let it drop to the floor. A sudden burst of anger flared in your chest as you watched his attempt at giving up.

“Why aren’t you fighting me?”

You grabbed the dagger once again and tried to make him take it, but the dagger clattered to the ground once again.

“Why aren’t you fighting me, Park Jimin?!” You yelled, shoving his shoulder. He didn’t even stumble from the action, instead he just stood silently, watching your anger slowly rise.

You went to shove him again, only for his hand to enclose around your wrist and pull you closer, causing you to crash into his chest. A warmth you couldn't quite explain spread all around you as his arms suddenly surrounded your form. If it was possible for a heart to be ripped into two, you were sure you could feel it happening in your chest. Jimin’s warmth was just as comforting as it was heartbreaking, and soon you felt your anger morph into sobs. Your tears started to stain his uniform, but Jimin made no attempt to push you away.

“We both know who the winner of this fight is, so just get it over with,” you whispered against his chest, praying for it to be quick. But Jimin shook his head.

“Last time I checked, I’m the one that’s disarmed and injured,” he whispered back. You immediately dropped your weapon and let your hand stroke his injured arm. The cut wasn’t deep enough to be anything major, and yet it felt like your own arm was ripping apart at the sight of it.

“Please,” you begged in desperation, “there isn’t much time left.”

“You’re right.”

Jimin grabbed the abandoned dagger from the ground and placed it in your hand, enclosing his own fingers around yours so that the dagger couldn’t clatter to the floor. You watched in confusion as he sank to his knees in front of you and then sobbed as he brought the dagger closer to him until it was right next to his neck. You tried to pull away, but his firm grip on your hand wouldn’t let you.

“I knew that they would give us these orders one day,” he began while letting his other hand squeeze your unoccupied palm gently, “Before I had to kidnap you, I wasn’t that great at following the rules, and because of that I ended up overhearing an unspoken tradition that went on in the Organisation. Usually, they made partners fight to the death after years of service so that only the best stayed in the Organisation.”

“After you became my partner I realised that I didn’t want to participate in such a tradition. So after a little snooping around, I managed to hear about one or two instances where each partner was so good that the Organisation didn’t want to lose even one of them, so they had decided not to make them kill each other. I thought I could train us to be that good, so that we wouldn’t have to go through this, but I guess I messed up somewhere.”

You wanted to tell him that it wasn’t his fault. That, in the end, all the blame fell on the Organisation. That you were thankful for him and everything he’s done for you. But the words stuck in your throat as you continued to sob.

Jimin brought the dagger closer to his neck, “I’m sorry baby, you’ll need to continue without me from now on.”

Tears continued to stream down your cheeks, “no, no, please, don’t make me do this.”

“I know it’s going to be hard, but I promise you’ll overcome it quickly,” he continued with damp eyes and a pained smile, “you just have to push this dagger forward and it’ll all be over.”

You shook your head repeatedly, unable to speak because of your closed throat. What he was asking was impossible. You could never even think of doing it.

“It’s okay,” Jimin stopped squeezing your palm so that he could hold your hand instead, grip still strong in his other as he ensured your hand was clasped around the dagger, “you can do it. Just one push and it’s all over, I promise.”

You knew why he was so adamant about you being the one to kill him.

‘You must eliminate your target and dispose of the body effectively.’

To successfully accomplish the task, or in other words end up not getting killed by the Organisation, one of you had to kill the other. Any other form of death wouldn’t be accepted.

But if Jimin expected you to actually be able to go through with this, he was mistaken. You don’t think your hand could move in such a way even if you tried to command it. Jimin had been by your side for years. He’s the only one that’s genuinely ever cared for you, even taking your life before the Organisation into account. If you were being honest with yourself, you loved him. And although you would do anything for him, you couldn’t do this. No matter how much he wanted you to do it.

Jimin must have taken your silence for acceptance because you felt his grip slowly loosen so that you could push the dagger forward. But the second he did, you pulled the dagger out of his grasp and threw it far away from you. It felt like a hot iron had been removed from your hand.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, mimicking his position as a look of surprise took over his expression.

You knew you could never willingly kill Jimin and you knew Jimin would never willingly kill you. And ironically, that would just result in the Organisation killing you both. If the two of you were technically already dead…

Why not try something crazy?

Jimin cupped your face gently, letting his thumbs brush the tears from your cheeks. You spoke up before he could change your mind.

“What if we ran away?”

The question was an echo from the conversation you had earlier, only this time the chance of success was much lower. In fact, there was probably no chance at all and even Jimin knew it.

“There’s no distraction, Y/N,” he said, shaking his head, “the Organisation is focused on us now. There’s no way we can get away with it.”

“But what if we can,” you countered, “think about it. The Organisation abducted us all when we were children, in other words, young and gullible. They’ve drilled the idea into our minds that they cannot be defeated and are all-powerful ever since then so that none of us would ever dare to go against them even when we got older. But what if that’s not how it really is? What if… they're not as powerful as they say they are?”

You knew that wasn’t entirely true. The Organisation was powerful, and you’ve seen the proof of that with your own eyes. But the more you thought about it, the more it made sense. They’ve always used fear as a weapon for obedience, especially when you were children. It’s why you felt yourself shake at the mere thought of rebelling and why the thought has never even crossed your mind. Without fear, how much power did they really have?

Jimin’s gaze was focused on you as he mulled over your words.

“We’re not going to kill each other, we both know neither of us can do it. So why not just take a chance? We’re dead anyway. Maybe this way we could actually have a life together.”

The chances of that were very low, and you knew Jimin knew that as well. But you were surprised to eventually see a slight nod in his head.

“We have 5 minutes left,” he announced, referring to the amount of time left before the Organisation would come and finish the task that they had called for.

He stood, pulling you along with him, but his hand didn’t leave yours even when you were standing upright beside him.

“We’ll take our bikes and start heading North. I think I have an idea of where we should go,” he picked up both the daggers and handed you yours, “we’ll have to cut out our trackers.”

You nodded, already expecting as much.

Jimin took your arm in his hands while you took his. The trackers were cut out and thrown to the floor in a matter of seconds, both of you hissing a bit at the slight sting of your cuts. But they weren’t deep, and that’s all that mattered.

After ditching your earpieces as well, the two of you hastily made your way out of the warehouse to find a storm thrashing at the rocky terrain. The initially dry and dusty landscape was now damp due to the merciless rain and the roads seemed dangerously slippery. Thankfully, the weather would make it harder for the Organisation to track your motorcycle trails.

This time, the two of you wordlessly hopped onto a single motorcycle rather than separate ones. Aside from the rain, one motorcycle would be a lot harder to track than two. You let Jimin drive, opting instead to wrap your arms around him from behind as he sped through the road at the cycle’s maximum speed. Rather than feel fazed by the speed, you could only feel comfort in Jimin’s warmth.

“You seem to be enjoying yourself back there,” Jimin chuckled, which made you raise an eyebrow.

You chuckled along with him, “since when were you so brazen?”

“Since the Organisation isn’t holding me back now.”

It made you feel better that you weren’t the only one harbouring some intense feelings all these years. Even though they didn’t get very intense until the last few years, it still sucked sometimes thinking that they were unrequited. But knowing that Jimin felt the same kind of made those times worth it, in a weird unexplainable way.

Eventually, a tree here and there started to pop up until they morphed into a thick forest. At one point, you were sure you saw some of the Organisation issued motorcycles through the thicket of the forest, clearly speeding through another road in the opposite direction as the two of you.

“We’re going back,” you realised, “we’re going back to the hotel.”

You could just barely make out the nod of Jimin’s head. The sun had fully set now, and combined with the thunderstorm it was practically impossible to see in front of you.

It made sense to go back. The Organisation wouldn’t expect you two to be anywhere near it or near any recent mission areas considering they were too predictable. They would likely focus on the areas that were farther away from them, thinking that’s where you would be hiding.

Thankfully your destination didn’t take too long to show up after the forest thickened. Soon enough, you were checking into the same hotel and even the same room you stayed in the other night.

Immediately, you crashed back first onto the couch, groaning at the feeling of finally relaxing your muscles. Your day had definitely been more emotionally exhausting than physically by a long shot, which was probably why you felt so drained. Jimin gently sat next to you, adjusting your head so that it was resting comfortably in his lap.

“We should be able to stay here and get some rest for a few hours before they find us,” Jimin said, letting his hand run through your hair delicately.

“Then I guess that gives us enough time to come up with a plan,” you said, already racking your brain for the possibilities. You sat up and crossed your legs on the couch while facing Jimin.

“What do you think?”

Jimin thought for a moment before speaking, “we can lay low for a while, just until they stop looking for us. Then when we get an opening, we move to the countryside.”

You shook your head.

“They’ll find us eventually, whether we live in the city or countryside. What if we completely change our identities? You know, plastic surgery, new passports– all that? Then we can even blend into a city.”

But Jimin shook his head as well, “they’d still find us. Changing identities always leaves a trail.”

There was a beat of silence as the realisation suddenly hit you.

“Then… we’ll have to leave the country.”

The thought of leaving the country made your heart feel heavy. This was where you were born, where you were raised and became the person you were. Sure, your upbringing was pretty crappy, but nostalgia was nostalgia, wasn’t it?

Slowly, Jimin nodded his head, no doubt going over all the possible options in this situation. You’d still have to get new identities and live in the countryside even in the new country, but it was your best bet.

“I know for sure the Organisation doesn’t have any ties in Canada,” Jimin thought out loud, absentmindedly brushing his hand against your thigh, “the country itself is huge and a lot of it hasn’t been urbanised just yet. It would be the perfect place to run away to.”

You didn’t know much about the Organisation’s reach internationally, but it didn’t surprise you that they had some control even outside the country. If Canada really was one of the countries that was outside their reach, you could easily hide there.

There was silence after that. The two of you had been partners for so long that you already knew the rest of the plan without even having to speak it. You’d spend a few hours in the hotel room and rest until around midnight, where you’d get up and make your way to the airport. Hopefully, the Organisation wouldn’t catch up to you while you boarded and left the country for good.

There were so many things that could go wrong. So many ways the Organisation could get to you and yet, for once you didn’t feel scared. You and Jimin were as good as dead anyway, but now there was hope for a new life. You’ve always thought of hope as a dangerous thing, but now, it’s never made you happier.

Your hand found Jimin’s, letting yourself intertwine your fingers with his before shifting closer to him. Jimin smiled as he wrapped his arms around you the same way he had done last night.

Being part of the Organisation since you were 9 had ensured you’ve never had any kind of romantic relationship with anyone before, to the point that just sitting here in Jimin’s arms had your heart beating out of your chest. This was all such unfamiliar territory for you. The only thing that could guide you were all the movies you’ve watched, but you were old enough to know movies weren’t a very accurate representation of real life.

“The first time I realised that I may have feelings for you was during the Lockley mission,” Jimin said suddenly, immediately piquing your interest. You swung your legs over his and made a little show of getting comfy to encourage him to continue.

That made Jimin chuckle.

“It had been right when Lockley had turned the tables on us and pulled a gun on you while he had taken you hostage. I remember feeling so panicked, not the kind of panic you feel when a friend is in danger, but so much worse than that. It felt like his gun was resting on my head and, for the first time in a long time, my mind went blank with fear.”

Both your hands wrapped around his as you noticed a slight tremor in them.

You remember that mission. You and Jimin didn’t anticipate that Lockley, your target, had been expecting the two of you, and because of that he had managed to grab you and put a gun to your head before any of you knew what was happening. He had created a hostage situation so that he could buy himself enough time to get out of there before you and Jimin could kill him like the Organisation had ordered. Thankfully, Jimin had managed to save you, but not before Lockley’s gun went off and instead hit you below the ribs.

Jimin continued as his other hand rested on your leg, “then when you had gotten shot, it was like my heart stopped beating. I couldn’t even let you go when the surgeons had arrived because the thought of losing you terrified me. That’s when I knew that how I felt about you was not as simple as I thought it was.”

“Since the Lockley’s mission…” you thought, “that was almost 5 years ago.”

He’s liked you for the last 5 years and you hadn’t even noticed, probably too busy trying to hide your own feelings from him.

“Maybe it’s my fault we’re in this situation,” he said uncharacteristically, “I didn’t hide my feelings well enough last night and now our lives are on the line.”

Jimin has never been one to dwell on ‘what ifs’ and ‘maybes,’ he always made sure that what he spoke was useful and relevant. Otherwise he was silent. It was you that often spoke your mind, broke the rules, and gave him heart attacks. He’s done everything to keep you safe, and now here he was blaming himself for what you were starting to realise was probably your fault.

“If anything, I’m probably the reason we’re in this situation,” you thought out loud, “let’s face it Jimin, I’m not exactly good enough for them to make an exception in a tradition that has been upheld for years. They were going to order us to kill each other, regardless of what happened last night.”

You just wish Jimin didn’t have to suffer for your shortcomings. He could have lived if he had killed you when the Organisation had ordered it, probably would have been sleeping in his bed back at the base right now. It was only because of you that he’d dropped everything, sacrificed his life, just to be here with you.

As if reading your thoughts, Jimin immediately brought up his hand to cup your cheek before taking a breath, “no, don’t ever blame yourself for something that isn’t your fault.”

“But-”

“Even though the situation isn’t exactly ideal, I don’t regret trying to protect you. Because no matter how bad everything is right now, nothing makes me happier than being able to hold you like this after years of believing I’ll never get the chance.”

His hand felt warm against your cheek as you looked at him, his own gaze focused on your eyes. You felt the same; even though you’ve been doing everything the Organisation had ordered to keep your life, you’ve never felt more alive until today. Jimin’s touches and words, no matter how small, were electrifying and you found yourself wondering how you’ve been living without them for so many years.

You noticed his gaze flicker down to your lips for a moment before moving back up to your eyes. The action made you heat, and probably would have been enough to make you look away in embarrassment if it wasn’t for your own gaze that was now focused on his plump lips.

“Y/N?”

“Hm?” You said absentmindedly, trying to force your gaze back up to his eyes.

“Can I kiss you, baby?”

Baby

Your stomach exploded with butterflies at the nickname as your cheeks became hot. The prospect of kissing Jimin, combined with that nickname, suddenly had you panicking to the point that you couldn’t help but blurt out the first thing that came to mind.

“You called me that before.”

Jimin’s head tilted in confusion for a moment, put off by the sudden comment. It gave you time to try, and fail, at lowering your raging heart and mind.

“Back at the warehouse,” you explained, trying to focus on your words rather than how close his face was to yours and how foggy it was making your brain, “when you were trying to get me to kill you, you called me baby.”

Jimin studied you for a moment, gaze dropping to your slightly shaky hands still enveloping his and then back to your face, before suddenly shifting your positions. In a matter of seconds, you were straddling his lap while both his hands gently cupped your face. The position was different, it made you feel more in control of whatever was happening.

You could feel the warmth from Jimin’s chest seep into your own at the new proximity. For as long as you could remember he’s been your warmth and comfort, but experiencing this side of him gave the two words a completely new definition. You wanted to experience more, go as far as humanly possible- but with him, only with him.

“You’re dodging the question, Y/N,” he whispered, as if not to break the silence.

Your faces were so close to each other that you could feel your breaths mingling. The closeness felt oddly calming, helping you focus a little better. But you didn’t need much of your brain right now anyway. You knew what you wanted. There was no more need for thinking anymore.

“Can I–”

Before Jimin could finish, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him towards you, finally connecting your lips with his.

A comfortable warmth burst inside your chest as Jimin immediately sunk into the kiss, letting you feel his soft and plump mouth in the process. You couldn’t describe the feelings you were experiencing. Everytime his lips glided over yours, your chest tightened with want for more. Your hands found themselves in Jimin’s hair, tugging every once in a while and subsequently earning you a pleased groan.

One of his hands dropped to your waist, pulling you closer as his tongue moved your lips apart to let himself into your mouth. It was no question that he was the one dominating this kiss right now, but you didn’t mind at all. You were just trying not to self combust under all the new emotions you were experiencing for the first time.

Jimin’s hand, which was now resting on your waist, continued to pull you flush against his chest. The movement caused him to groan, and he suddenly pulled you away from him.

“How far do you want to go tonight?” He said through laboured breaths.

It took you a second to notice the obviously hard bulge in his pants and then another to process the fact that he had asked a question.

“As far as we can,” you said, “I want every part of you, Jimin.”

Jimin smiled before he connected with your lips once again. This time, one of your hands dropped down to his bulge and started stroking him. He moaned, causing his lips to disconnect with yours. Instead they found a spot near your neck, allowing him to send open mouthed kisses all over your throat.

You felt yourself being gently pushed until the soft couch connected with your back. Jimin hovered over you, continuing to mark your neck and collarbone with his lips. His crotch, which was now slotted between your legs, grinded against you, causing you to moan. The movement had your heart rate racing once again.

“Wait,” you said suddenly.

Jimin immediately paused, putting some space between the two of you, but the arms wrapped around his neck kept him in place.

“I’ve never done this before.”

Sexual relationships were also strictly banned in the Organisation. And since you started at 9, it was no surprise that you were still a virgin at your age. You wouldn’t be surprised if Jimin was still one as well.

It wasn’t that you were scared of having sex with Jimin, but it was the idea of the unknown that scared you more. You didn’t entirely know how to pleasure him, or even yourself. Knowing that you’ll never have sex, you never really bothered to research the specifics, but now you were really regretting that decision. You felt unprepared.

Noticing the uncertainty on your face, Jimin’s expression softened, “do you want to stop?”

“No,” you answered immediately, “I just… I don’t…”

You struggled to find the words, but Jimin being Jimin didn’t need much explanation. He intertwined his fingers with yours before placing a kiss over the scar you had gotten from the Lockley incident.

“I haven’t either,” he admitted, “but don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

That made you smile. Of course he will. Park Jimin had been by your side for as long as you could remember, been the only person in this world that had kept you safe and as happy as possible given the situation. You trusted him, more than you trusted even yourself.

“I know,” you said, because you wanted him to know it. You wanted him to know that you trusted him and knew how much he cared about you. You wanted him to know how much you cared about him too, and how much you wanted him in your life, even if it probably wasn’t going to be a very long one, “I love you.”

Maybe you shouldn’t have said the big ‘I love you’ right before having sex, you don’t recall any romantic movie scenes where that had happened. Maybe it was shallow or too casual.

But the big smile that suddenly overtook Jimin’s face made you happy that you did. He gave you a few light kisses on your lips before he whispered it back against your ear.

“I love you too, Y/N.”

Hearing him say it back affected you a lot more than you had thought it would. Despite dreaming about a moment like this for years, nothing could come close to the real feeling of Park Jimin telling you he loved you right after telling him the same. You imagine this is what being high feels like, mind hazy on satisfaction.

You let Jimin kiss you again, this one much more passionate than the last. When he pulled away from you, his expression showed nothing but care and love.

“Let me show you how much I love you baby.”

This time you didn’t overthink.

This time you gave yourself to him completely, all night.

It was still dark when Jimin woke you up, pointing out a few shady looking people from your window. It didn’t take long for you to understand that your time at the hotel was up.

You both needed to get moving.

After making sure you weren’t being followed, you and Jimin hopped onto your motorcycle and continued speeding down the secluded highway. You’d only managed to get a few hours of sleep before Jimin had woken you up, meaning the sun was probably going to rise in an hour or two. It wouldn’t do much to change the gloomy atmosphere considering it was still raining, but you’ve never been in a better mood until today.

Jimin also seemed to be in a good mood, pointing out cool scenery and animals through the dark as you travelled through vast fields of farmland. It didn’t even feel like you both were trying to run away from inevitable death. It just felt like any other day, following through on one of your missions.

About an hour or two later, Jimin was pulling into the airport, bringing the motorcycle to a stop right in front of the passenger pick-up and drop-off area.

“So what’s our point of entrance?” You thought out loud while scanning your surroundings.

You obviously couldn’t just waltz through security with your weapons and no passport and expect not to be thrown into jail in record time. There needed to be another way.

Jimin pointed his head to the right, guiding you to follow his line of sight. At the far end, you could see the air stewards and pilots laughing and talking with each other as they walked into the airport with their small hand carries.

“It would definitely get us past security,” you agreed, picking up on what he was implying.

The two of you abandoned the motorcycle and made your way into the airport. You needed to find the group of air stewards and pilots that were flying to Canada so you could get past security. After that, it should be easy to get onto the plane.

You and Jimin scanned the board of flights, praying there was a flight to Canada happening soon. To your relief, the earliest flight was departing in about half an hour. Not a lot of time, but you could definitely make it work.

Before you could start looking for a group of stewards attending that flight, a man caught your eye. He was just standing there, looking around the place as if he were some kind of security guard. But he wasn’t dressed as such, rather he was wearing a black hoodie and jeans–

Your eyes furrowed as you noticed his shoes. They were standard issue shoes from the Organisation, no doubt about it. And with how vigilant the man was being, you were betting that he had been put on high alert, likely searching for the two of you.

“Nine o’clock, in the black hoodie,” you whispered to Jimin, who didn’t look right away.

His eyes flickered to the man and then back to you, “the group of stewards next to the security entrance match our description.”

You nodded keeping a close eye on the man, who was still oblivious to the two of you thanks to the crowd surrounding you both.

“We meet up in the family bathroom after clearing security,” you said, causing Jimin to nod.

Without any other words the two of you split up, Jimin off to seize his steward while you were off to seize yours. It was normal for you to follow unsaid commands like that, you could read each other so easily after all. What wasn’t normal was the small squeeze Jimin gave your hand before you split, one that had you battling a smile and heated cheeks.

It didn’t take you long to find the group Jimin had hinted at, but it did take a while to find a stewardess similar to your height and appearance. The clock in the back of your mind was counting down the time left until the plane’s departure. You had to get on that plane in time, or you could kiss any chance of freedom goodbye.

27:32 minutes remaining.

You walked up to the steward, explaining the first problem you could think of off the top of your head. It was easy getting her to come with you into the bathroom, and then even easier to knock her out in one of the stalls without a sound. The Organisation had taught you how to manipulate to the point that it was practically second nature to you.

You quickly put on her uniform while checking for her passport and boarding ticket. Unfortunately you were going to have to leave behind your gun and daggers, which made you feel more naked than ever. But you didn’t have much other choice at this point.

With your head held high, you walked out of the bathroom in the stewardess uniform and hand carry dragging against the floor. You didn’t see Jimin anywhere yet, but you had to get past security and into the bathroom first before you could start worrying about him.

You greeted the security guard with a smile as you handed him your passport and boarding ticket. He took your baggage and placed it on a conveyor belt while motioning for you to go through the metal detector. The detector stayed silent as you walked through confidently.

It was the bag that caused a sound to erupt from the machine.

The security guard’s eyebrows furrowed as he focused on the screen that was showing the scan of your luggage. Unfortunately the screen was turned the other way so you couldn’t see what he was picking up on.

“Are you sure you’ve declared everything ma’am?” He asked sternly, pulling the carry on from out of the machine and unzipping it.

Crap… was the stewardess you picked a drug smuggler? She didn’t seem like one to you, but if he’s picking up on drugs then that’ll be an issue. How stupid could she be to openly smuggle drugs in her luggage? She was a stewardess, didn’t she know security scanned baggage?

You readied yourself to get out of the situation, but then paused as he flipped the luggage open.

Oh god…

Staring back at you and the security guard was a neon pink adult toy sitting right at the top of a bunch of neatly folded clothes.

The security guard stuttered as he quickly zipped the carry on shut while you tried your hardest not to laugh. He practically threw the hand carry back at you, looking anywhere but your face.

“Enjoy your flight ma’am,” he choked out. His eyes suddenly widened, as if realising the double meaning behind that sentence before scrambling to redeem himself, “that’s not– I-I mean-”

You couldn’t help the reply that came out of your mouth, “Thank you, I will indeed enjoy my flight.”

You laughed internally as you watched the security guard’s face turn bright red, before walking off towards the bathroom.

Poor guy. That was hilarious, though.

But your smile was quick to vanish when you noticed the guy in a black hoodie from earlier standing in the same line you had been just a moment before. This time, his gaze was fixed solely on you.

They found you.

Your hands were quick to find the lock of the family bathroom, twisting it quickly before you were scanning the small space. Jimin was already there, sitting atop the closed toilet patiently while wearing a men’s steward uniform. At your arrival he stood immediately.

You were surprised when he greeted you with a firm kiss to your lips.

Man could you get used to this.

“Nice dildo,” Jimin snickered, earning him a roll of your eyes.

“I guess the plane ride can get boring for some.”

The two of you couldn’t help but laugh at the situation. The fact that it was caught on the machine meant that it was some kind of automated toy too, which for some reason made it funnier.

When your laughs died out, you were the first to break the mood, “the man we saw earlier spotted me. He’s in line for security right now.”

“Okay, then we need to be quick,” Jimin nodded, demeanor becoming serious,“we obviously won’t be able to get on the plane as stewards. Our only point of entrance is the cargo compartment that they have for pets since it’s the only one on an airplane that’s pressurised and ventilated.”

“We can try getting there through the vents,” you suggested.

In the past, the two of you participated in a mission that required you to memorise the layout of the airport’s vents, but that was a long time ago. Your memory of the vents couldn’t be as accurate now, not to mention the airport was always going through construction, so you didn’t even know if the vents would still be the same as before.

Jimin explained that much to you again.

“There should be a back entrance for the workers that load the baggage into the plane,” he said, “we’ll have to find it and–”

A sudden bang from outside the bathroom door caused you both to flinch. Your eyes immediately went to the door, while your hand instinctively grabbed for your dagger before realising it wasn’t there anymore.

“This is airport security. Open the door or we’ll be forced to use violence,” a man’s voice yelled.

It was safe to say that was not airport security, and instead the Organisation forcing you out of the bathroom. In fact, you’d bet some heavy money on that guy in the black hoodie from earlier being the one standing outside the door right now.

“Well, vents it is,” you announced, rummaging through the stewardess’s hand carry until you managed to find a metal hair curler. You gave it to Jimin, who grabbed it quickly and began breaking the vent cover.

“You have 20 seconds before we open this door,” he said, but you could already see the door knob wiggling. They were no doubt placing an explosive and would set it off the moment they were done.

In a matter of seconds, Jimin had managed to break off the vent cover with the hair curler and hoist you into the vent. The sound of the door erupting reverberated around the room just as Jimin managed to hoist himself up. Splinters from the door flew everywhere, landing near even you, who was already well within the metal labyrinth. You grabbed Jimin’s arm and helped him up before making your way deeper into the vents.

Your mind struggled to remember the layout of the airport’s vents. Every turn you took was more of a guess than a certainty, but Jimin didn’t correct you when you made a decision so your choices couldn’t have been that bad.

The sounds of the Organisation’s men following you through the vents could be heard a few metres back. You needed to hurry if you wanted to get away from them and if you wanted to make it on time to the airplane.

10:01 minutes remaining.

You paused when the vents split into two opposite directions, completely unsure of which direction led to where. You could swear that this split wasn’t even in the outline you studied years ago.

“You wouldn’t happen to know the directions, would you?” You asked Jimin, while sounds of the Organisation’s men got closer and closer.

Jimin paused, no doubt crouched uncomfortably as he waited behind you. You hated how if the men caught up to you, it would be Jimin that would have to face them first. You could even bet that’s why Jimin stayed behind you in the first place. That protective bastard.

“I don’t think this was part of the outline,” he said after racking his brain for the answer.

Your focus shifted behind you to look at Jimin, but instead you noticed the Organisation’s men already inching a few metres away towards you two. They’d catch up to you guys in no time.

You shifted your focus back to the situation in front of you. It was really a 50/50 chance at this point, so you quickly did eenie meenie miny moe in your head and prayed the direction you chose wouldn’t land you right into the hands of the Organisation. Wordlessly, Jimin followed behind.

A few more minutes of uncomfortable crawling led you to a dip in the vent, almost like a slide. You slid down it without hesitation, completely aware that the Organisation’s men were now dangerously close to Jimin.

What you didn’t expect, was for the vent to end, causing you to slam into the vent cover. You awkwardly brough your feet in front of you, and slammed them against it. It clattered to the seemingly concrete ground, allowing you to finally squeeze out of the cramped vent.

05:57 minutes remaining.

The outside’s breeze flowed through your hair as you tried to make out the layout in front of you through the darkness of dawn, a crack of the sun that was now visible helping a bit. A few airplanes stood side by side in a line, while others were already speeding down the runway into the air.

You heard Jimin jump out of the vent, but before you could turn towards him, you felt him pull you down to the ground. Not a second later, three bullets came flying towards where you had been standing moments ago.

The both of you turned around to see the Organisation’s men jumping out of the vents, eyes trained on you. You were already mentally cursing at the guns in their hands.

“Let’s go,” you said, grabbing Jimin’s arm and dragging him behind you.

You were lucky that it was dark, which messed up the aim of a lot of the shots being sent towards you both. What you needed was to find the airplane leaving in less than 5 minutes. But the more you scanned the area, the more you were losing hope.

“There,” Jimin said suddenly, pointing towards your left.

The plane was hidden behind one of the watchtowers. It seemed that all the passengers had boarded, and the only thing it was waiting for was the loading of the luggage. You could see the workers still throwing large cargo into the cargo compartment quickly. You just needed to reach that point, then getting past the workers would take no time.

You and Jimin continued to run towards it. Almost there, almost there…

“Wait,” you stopped suddenly, realising something. Jimin’s brows furrowed as he paused next to you.

“Wha-”

“The men,” you said, looking behind you. They weren’t shooting anymore, instead they were just standing there watching the two of you, “why are they just standing there?”

You were well within range of their weapons. Why wouldn’t they take a shot when they had the cha–

“Watch out!” Jimin suddenly yelled.

You just barely managed to dodge the giant truck that had been hurtling towards you at full speed. With its headlights off, you didn’t even notice it had been coming towards you until it would have been too late.

The truck screeched to a stop, allowing several more men and women from the Organisation to jump out and surround you. You were severely outnumbered, with no weapons and now less than 3 minutes to get on a plane that stood at least 120 metres away from you.

“We just need to get to the plane,” Jimin said, analysing the 17 armed individuals currently surrounding you both, “once we’re in the plane, they can’t get us. We’ll need to make a run for it.”

02:11 minutes remaining.

Jimin was right, there was no time to take your chances with the individuals surrounding you. You could already see the workers throwing in the last of the baggage and getting ready to close the cargo entrance. If you didn’t make it, it was over.

You quickly lunged at one of the men, clearly taking him off guard. You grabbed his gun and managed to slam its butt into his face, causing him to crumple to the floor. One look at the gun in Jimin’s hand had you both sprinting towards the airplane.

01:37 minutes remaining.

Every few seconds, you had to turn back and send a few bullets flying towards the group, which was now down to 15. It gave you and Jimin a chance to run without being shot at.

01:07 minutes remaining.

A worker threw the last bag into the cargo hold and motioned for another to begin closing the compartment. You and Jimin were only a few metres away, sprinting with as much energy as you could. You’d be able to make it within a minute–

A bullet suddenly ripped into your calf, causing you to stumble and almost faceplant right into the concrete. Pain erupted in your leg as you tried to get back onto your feet.

“Y/N!” Jimin shouted, crouching down next to you immediately.

He brought up his gun and sent a bunch of bullets towards the group, three of which actually hit their target. The Organisation’s members immediately fell backwards, waiting for a safe moment to shoot.

00:34 minutes remaining.

You could see the compartment closing as the workers made their way back into the baggage carts and began driving away. 30 seconds… You only had 30 seconds to make it before your opening would close forever.

“Y/N, I know it hurts,” Jimin said, and you could pick up on the hint of desperation in his voice, “but we need to run for it. Just 20 seconds, okay? You just need to hold out for 20 seconds.”

You nodded, clenching your teeth as Jimin helped you up while sending more shots towards the Organisation’s people.

10 seconds remaining.

“Okay, now!” He signalled.

The two of you continued to sprint towards the now closing airplane compartment, Jimin’s arm half dragging you in the process. Your leg wasn’t completely useless considering you were just barely able to match his speed, but the pain almost had you blacking out midrun.

7 seconds remaining.

Jimin’s grip on your arm tightened as he sped up.

“Almost there,” he assured, “almost there.”

5 seconds remaining.

You wanted to cry in relief when you finally came to a stop in front of the compartment door. The large door was closing upwards and was already halfway closed. That caused Jimin to hurriedly lift you up so that you could slip into the little opening between the closing door and the side of the plane.

The only issue was that by the time you were inside, the opening was much too small for Jimin to slip through.

3 seconds remaining.

“Jimin!”

You couldn’t see him anymore, the sides of the door had closed too much. How was he going to get in?

2 seconds remaining.

No, no, no.

“Jimin!” You shouted again, like it was going to do anything.

1 second remaining.

A grunt caused your gaze to shift upwards, and you noticed Jimin slipping through the small opening between the top of the door and the plane’s side. For a terrifying moment, you thought the closing door was going to crush him, but at the last second he managed to slip through without losing his head.

The second his feet connected with the floor, you threw your arms around him, almost sobbing at the fact that he was alive and you weren’t going to have to travel to Canada without him.

Jimin chuckled at your reaction, but with how tight his hold was, you were sure he wasn’t as nonchalant as he was making himself out to be.

“Come on,” he said softly, refusing to let you go, “let’s go to the ventilated compartment before the plane takes off.”

You nodded as he helped your limping form towards the other side of the compartment. With the initial shock wearing off, your eyes widened at the realisation.

“We did it…” You said incredulously.

Jimin gave you a smile as he got the door open and ushered you inside before making sure it was properly locked.

“Holy crap, we actually did it, Jimin. We bested the Organisation.”

The realisation didn’t feel real, like at any moment you’d wake up back in the hotel room and realise this was all a dream. The Organisation that you’ve feared ever since you knew about its existence would now be a distant memory. You and Jimin could finally live your lives based on your own terms, without the fear of death constantly looming over your heads. It was almost daunting thinking about the amount of freedom you now had.

Jimin sat you down next to one of the cages, which were largely empty besides one sleeping dog nestled in the corner. Moving your pant aside, he began examining your bullet wound.

“I’ve been through worse, I’ll be fine,” you assured, but he continued anyway.

Gently, he unravelled the mini scarf wrapped around your neck as part of the stewardess uniform and began wrapping it around your wounded calf. You flinched in pain, causing him to stroke your thigh in comfort.

“What do you want to do now?” He asked, continuing to wrap your wound gently while you clenched your teeth.

“What do you mean?”

He raised an eyebrow in amusement, “we’re about to go to Canada and live the rest of our lives there. Surely you have some plans.”

You rolled your eyes, “I didn’t even think we’d make it this far, much less have time to plan out what we’ll do in Canada.”

The plane suddenly lurched, indicating the beginning of its take off. Jimin finished tying the scarf and then began to apply pressure, causing you to whine in pain.

“I want a small house,” you blurted out, piquing Jimin’s interest.

“Small?” He asked, to which you nodded, “I would have thought that after our small rooms at the Organisation, you would have wanted something big?”

You shook your head. Sure, the Organisation’s small bedrooms had driven you crazy at some points, but a large house was just as daunting. Big houses reminded you of your life before the Organisation, and although it wasn’t terrible, it made you feel cold and unsettled. And you told Jimin just that.

He smiled, continuing to hold pressure against your leg, “then a small house you will get.”

“What about you? What do you want once we reach there?” You asked, genuinely curious about his answer. Jimin wasn’t a very materialistic person. At least you watched an unhealthy amount of movies and made a hobby out of talking his ears off. But aside from training, you don’t think you’ve ever witnessed him doing much else.

“Well that’s easy. All I want is you.”

You rolled your eyes, “okay, Romeo. Serious answer please?”

The pressure on your wound suddenly lifted, allowing you to breathe out a sigh of relief, as Jimin checked for bleeding. When he seemed satisfied by the lack thereof, his gaze held yours, shifting to a more serious expression.

“As an orphan, I’ve never stayed in a place comfortable enough to call it home,” he said, “and then when the Organisation kidnapped me, I knew I could kiss any hopes of comfort goodbye.”

“But then I met you. You were lively and intelligent, with a spirit as vivacious as a cool breeze. And though they tried their best, the Organisation couldn’t entirely kill that fire inside you. I was doomed the second you decided to give me the time of day. You quickly became my comfort, my home. So yes, all I really want is you.”

“Since when did you become so chatty, Park Jimin?” You said, trying to distract him from the fact that you were sure your face was red.

But Jimin just gave you a lopsided grin, “ I have to make up for all the times you talked my ear off, don’t I?”

“Hey! I thought you liked listening to my rambling,” you protested.

Jimin stood up suddenly, walking towards you before kneeling down next to your seated form. His hand cupped your face gently as a slight chuckle escaped his lips.

“I’m just kidding baby, of course I like your rambling,” he said softly, “I would listen to your voice all day if I could.”

He brought you closer for a chaste kiss before pulling back and giving you a teasing smile. How you ended up with a man like him you’ll never know. But if the Organisation hasn’t killed you, you know he probably will with his sweet words and even sweeter actions.

His proximity had your whole body feeling warm and fuzzy, especially your hands. It wasn’t until you noticed your hands turning hot when you realised that they weren’t heating as a response to Jimin. Confused, your gaze dropped to where your hands were resting on the floor, Jimin doing the same when he noticed your sudden change in expression.

Your eyes widened.

Dark red liquid enveloped your hands as it pooled in the centre of the small compartment. Jimin’s gaze snapped to your leg, but it had long since stopped bleeding.

“What the hell-” you said, following the trail of blood to the corner of the cages.

Jimin stood, slowly making his way to the source of the trail. The dog from earlier was still soundly asleep in its cage, completely unaware of your presence. Or at least, that’s what the two of you had thought.

As Jimin inched closer, he was starting to realise that the blood was actually seeping from under its cage and pooling into the centre of the compartment. He crouched down with furrowed eyebrows, wondering how the dog could be sleeping through all this. But the answer came to him quickly as he noticed the eerie stillness of the creature.

He wasn’t sleeping.

He was dead.

“Jimin?” Your distressed voice called from behind him.

“The dog is–”

Jimin froze as he stood and turned around, taking in the terrifying scene in front of him. A man almost double your size had pushed a dagger dangerously close to your throat as his other arm wrapped around you, ensuring you couldn’t move.

‘Behind you!’ his mind screamed at him. He knew this move, had learned it multiple times before they had even taught him how to write. But he knew he was too late when he felt the press of a single cool blade against his neck. The owner of said blade chuckled from behind him.

You watched in panic as the man pressed his dagger more firmly against Jimin’s throat, enough to draw a single drop of blood.

“Well, haven’t you both been a surprisingly significant inconvenience today?” A deep voice rang.

Your gaze shifted to the other corner of the room, taking in the entrance of another man. It didn’t take long for you to recognise his tall figure, rugged features, and uniquely marked pistol hanging from his hand.

The Leader.

His sharp gaze scanned over you and Jimin with contempt as he slowly made his way towards the centre of the room. You grimaced when he stepped right into the pool of blood like it was nothing but water.

“You were given direct orders,” he continued, “yet they were disobeyed, despite your pledge of loyalty to the Organisation.”

“Were you not aware of the consequences?”

A silence ensued in the compartment, you nor Jimin willing to provide him with an answer. He didn’t seem to appreciate that.

He flicked his head towards Jimin, and you only had a second to realise the implication of that action.

The man standing behind Jimin suddenly plunged his dagger into him, right below his rib cage, to the point that you could see the tip of the dagger.

“No!” You screamed, trying to run to him but the man behind you held onto you firmly. Jimin groaned in pain, falling to his knees with a hand pressed against the bleeding wound. The man behind him no longer needed to restrain him, opting instead to lean against the wall.

You didn’t bother to hide the tears that started running down your cheeks as you watched Jimin grimace in pain. It felt like the dagger had stabbed you instead because you could’ve sworn pain erupted under your ribcage as well.

“I asked, were you not aware of the consequences?” The Leader asked again.

It made you glare, “since when do you care about what we are and are not aware of?”

But the Leader ignored you as he stepped right in front of Jimin, gaze focused solely on him. He lowered himself into a kneeling position and grabbed Jimin’s chin, forcing him to gaze upwards. The look of pain on Jimin’s face made you sob.

“Yes, I did know,” he said, voice unwavering despite the evident grimace on his face.

“So you both directly disobeyed orders from the Organisation? You admit to being traitors to the most powerful organisation in the world?”

“Spare her,” Jimin said suddenly, as if he’d been holding it in the entire time, “do what you want with me, but please let her go.”

“No!” Like hell you were going to let him take the fall for this, “I forced him to do it. He isn’t a traitor!”

“Shut her up,” the Leader commanded.

You felt pain shoot up your leg as the man behind you dug his heel into your bullet wound. Your knees collapsed to the ground as you tried to muffle your cry of pain.

The Leader scanned Jimin once again, who was starting to look a little dazed with all the blood he'd lost. He wasn’t going to last much longer.

“I’m disappointed in you, Park Jimin,” he sighed, “I had great plans for you. You could’ve married my daughter, become the leader after me. But now you’ve made yourself a traitor, and my daughter is dead.”

Guilt spread through your chest at the news of his daughter’s death. She was the one that could’ve stopped him and his organisation, but now she was no more. No doubt killed at the hands of her own father. You could see a hint of guilt in Jimin’s expression as well.

“I suppose I should thank you for aiding in exposing my daughter for the traitor she was,” the Leader continued, “but we both know the Organisation does not work like that.”

The Leader’s hand went to cup Jimin’s neck, who was now barely keeping his eyes open.

“There are no places for traitors in the Organisation,” the Leader whispered.

Jimin’s dazed, but heavy gaze fell on you, who was doing a poor job at keeping the tears streaming down your face at bay. For the first time in a long time you had trouble understanding what he was trying to say. Goodbye? I’m sorry? I love you? For a moment, you were sent back to when you were 9 again, staring into the eyes of the 12 year old boy who’s expression held a whirlpool of emotions and pleas as he dragged you away from your old life.

Then a dagger sprang from the Leader’s wrist and plunged into Jimin’s neck, causing another scream to rip out of your hoarse throat. This time, Jimin went limp in a matter of seconds, body dropping to the ground as his lifeless eyes stared aimlessly in front of him.

Your sobs filled the compartment’s silence as the Leader paused. He deserved so much better than this. He was so kind and intelligent and talented. He could have done so much, achieved so much if he had only been given the chance. If the Organisation hadn’t gotten to him and made his life a living hell.

The Leader turned to you, but you were no longer paying him any attention. Your eyes couldn’t rip away from the nightmare standing in front of you. Not even 10 minutes ago you had been hoping that you weren’t living some kind of dream, but now you’d do anything to wake up back at that hotel. If only you had forced Jimin to kill you at the warehouse. If only you had pushed him away that night in the hotel. If only, if only, if only.

Then Jimin wouldn’t have suffered so much. He could have been back at the base, training for another mission, alive and well. It should’ve been you. It should’ve only been you.

You could make out the Leader making his way towards you before kneeling and forcing your chin to face him. But it didn’t matter, all you could see was Jimin’s lifeless body and it would be the only thing you’d see until the Leader finally decided to end your suffering.

“It’s disappointing watching you in this position considering how hard we worked to get you back from your mother,” he said while shaking his head.

That made your eyebrows furrow momentarily. What did he mean by back from your mother?

Noticing this confusion, the Leader continued, “before you were born, the Organisation had decided to experiment with a new way of recruiting members. Instead of kidnapping children, we decided to try breeding them and then training them as soon as possible. Of course, we had to test this new approach first.”

“So we bred you, the daughter of the strongest assassins in the Organisation at the time. Unfortunately, your mother seemed to grow an attachment to you and ended up stealing you away from us. It was impressive how she managed to hide you from us for 9 years.

“But those 9 years were wasted. During them, you could have trained to become the Organisation’s best assassin. You could have been our most powerful tool.”

The Leader looked back at Jimin, but you couldn’t find it in you to follow his gaze. The image of his lifeless body had been burned into your mind, looking at him just felt like the hot iron was pressing back into your brain once again.

“Both of you could have.”

There might have been a time when the revelation of your history might have shocked you. When learning that your mother had betrayed the Organisation for you might have willed you to look back and connect the dots. But now your mind felt numb. You honestly couldn’t care less if your mother had picked you up from a garbage can. Jimin was gone and you were only running on borrowed time.

“Tragic how the ones destined for greatness always fall the hardest,” he continued.

The Leader’s hand followed up your shoulder until he was cupping your neck. His gaze was the gaze of death, and you focused on it until you no longer could. You closed your eyes, waiting for the final blow.

It’s funny how in the face of death your life didn’t flash before your eyes, nor did you cry hysterically or beg for your life. Instead, the voice of your mother awoke from its slumber in your mind, asking a question that you hadn’t been asked in a long time.

So, what is the moral of the story?

For years you had racked your small brain, trying to find an answer to the question that had seemed so significant and complex to you. It was almost insulting how quickly the answer came to you now. It couldn’t have been more clear.

In the story, that stupid girl had gone her whole life flaunting her grades, her intelligence, and her beauty in the faces of everyone around her. She ensured that anyone, whether friend or stranger, knew about her superiority and magnificence, yet not once did she stop to ponder about how against her that would make others. How willing people could be to destroy her out of jealousy, or how willing people could be to steal what she had and keep it for themself.

Not once did she stop and wonder how she could protect herself in the case of an attack.

She had built the cage that was supposed to protect her with glass, and when the big bad wolf had come for her head, she might as well have handed it over to him on a silver platter.

All your life, you had thought that the metal cage your mother had built around you was to keep you contained, but really it had been made to keep the Organisation out. Once the Organisation had gotten you, you didn’t bother building another. That’s what made you and the girl from the story the same.

You both didn’t bother to prepare, instead you were stupidly content with your glass cages.

But as you felt the Leader’s grip tighten on your neck, you couldn’t help but think you were tired of cages. You’d suffered within the confines of your mother’s, and then the Organisation’s. Your first taste of freedom had been Jimin, but now he was gone and had taken your freedom with him.

“There are no places for failures in the Organisation,” the Leader whispered.

And when the dagger plunged into your neck, a sigh of relief almost escaped your lips.

You were finally free.

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LOVE, WATER, FIRE

What is your best writing advice?

"Show don't tell" doesn't mean what you think it does. Learn it better, and free yourself from a half-understood mnemonic.

When you show, you slow. Learn THAT one backward and forward as well; it won't fix pacing issues overnight, but it'll help you understand what causes them.

Writing fanfiction? Go back to the source material FREQUENTLY, or you'll lose all sense of the characters and end up writing someone unrecognizable.

If you struggle to block out action sequences, genuine advice? Think in terms of combat rounds in D&D. Not literally, of course, nobody should be taking rigorous turns, but: Play out the action in your head. If six seconds have gone by, everyone in this sequence should have done something. That thing could be charging into melee range--noting that this extra combatant is running toward the fight but hasn't gotten there yet. It could be reloading a weapon. It could be clutching their side in shock and wheezing. They don't need to be Selecting A Combat Action, but fight scenes become incoherent when you lose track of who's doing what. When you forget about Goon #3 and then have him show up again doing something that doesn't remotely track with where you last left him. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO INCLUDE THEM IN THE NARRATION if they're not important! If two seconds ago your protagonist kicked a guy off the dock, we can safely assume they'll spend at least the next several "combat rounds" climbing back out. But at any given moment, YOU should know where everyone is, what they're doing, and why.

But most importantly:

Anyone purporting to give The End-All Be-All Writing Advice is either delusional or a scam. Yes, including or perhaps especially famous bestselling authors. What works for them won't necessarily work for you, and there are plenty of people who don't even like their work. You're never going to be whoever's advice you try to mimic. Write your stuff, not theirs.

Do you prefer urban fantasy or high fantasy?

Yes!

Genuinely though. They're both good and they both serve their respective narratives in some way. In general I'm more drawn to high fantasy, personally, but I'm never not going to be interested in a well-done urban fantasy.

Pedantic nitpick though, these things are not the opposites they are being portrayed as. I think what the question was GOING for was actually "low vs high fantasy" which is a completely separate concept. Words mean things! But also, I'm not an ass, and the intent was pretty clear.

(High Fantasy: This story is set in a completely separate world from ours, with no crossover into our known and lived reality. ANY completely separate world, regardless of technology level! STAR WARS IS HIGH FANTASY. This is not an opinion, this is a genre fact.

Low Fantasy: The story is set partially in our world or includes crossover or other intrinsic connections to a realistic world that follows the same rules and expectations of our world. Isekai and portal fantasies like Narnia fall into this category, as do hidden-world/veiled-magic fantasies like the Bad Wizard Lady Books, Percy Jackson, and Artemis Fowl; and also a lot of true-anthropomorphic fiction like Watership Down, Warriors, etc. Note that "low fantasy" does NOT mean "gritty" fantasy or fantasy that focuses on the lower classes instead of nobles, nor does it mean a low-magic pseudo-medieval setting

Urban Fantasy: A story with fantasy tropes and themes that takes place in an urban setting. Can be low or high fantasy!)

What is the worst thing you've ever created?

Okay so this one time in high school me and my best friend Sam were trying to make lemon bars at his house and to this day we do NOT know what the hell ingredient we neglected to add to the lemon bars

but given the state of the results, there is a non-zero chance that the ingredient we forgot was flour.

#askmeme #not today satan I do not shittalk my work #i learn from it

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Enemies To Lovers Trope

Jake Seresin X Reader

Warnings: low self esteem, hiding sickness,fainting, lack of self care, nausea, protective jake seresin, typical dead characters, curse words, suicidal ideation?, grief ,angstw/ happy ending

Summary: You would’ve gotten away with it if hadn’t been for a meddling Bagman “I hope I’m reading your charts wrong Chione” You were shocked— Hangman usual sarcastic filled accent was replaced with concern.

callsign:Chione(greek goddess of snow)

set during Tpg.m—preferably that one scene. also Hangman isnt the first one to get the first active aviator to get a confirmed air to kill.

“Your not sick Y/N a venomous laced voice in the back of your head reminded you. Your head pounded again as you tried pushing the dangerous thought away.

You dismissed the pounding feeling in your head. The way everytime you swallowed you felt as if pin and needles were being swallowed as well.

You cursed Lieutenant L/N for getting you sick, you’d also cursed your immune system for not being stronger. He just had to spread his sicky germs through the dagger squad. This wasn’t happening to you-not when your still being trained for the mission. You need to be picked as team leader— being sick would put you out of commission, then Captain Mitchell wouldn’t pick you.

Your weak and vulnerable—unable to lead a team. Something you couldn’t see your father doing- he himself could fly with one eye closed.

Your not sick Y/N— can’t be. Your not allowed to be. You tried zeroing in on what Maverick had in his hand…..a textbook.

“You all know this book, you’ve memorized it…. and so have your enemies”. The room erupted in low chuckles as the textbook went flying into the trashcan.

You couldn’t even bring yourself to crack a smile without feeling nauseated. You rolled your shoulders back—adjusting yourself again; attempting to “fix” yourself back into being the stoic soldier you are.

“Gear up Lieutenants” Maverick told them.

“You comin darling?” Hangman asked her, his toothpick sticking out his mouth as he flashed his signature dickhead grin. “Wouldn’t want you be left behind”

Your chair moved back fast.“It’s Chione to you Bagman” you bit back at him. Your body shook dangerously, sweat blurred your vision. “Don’t come for me” you told him coldy.

He seemed pleased with himself, pleased with the fact that he got under your skin. “Race ya Chione”. he seemed undefeated by your coldness as if a threat didn’t just come out your mouth.

“Jackass” you muttered under your breathe, “fucking hate him”

Fuck. Fuck .Fuck.

“Damn it Hangman where he is?” you couldn’t make out what was infront of your face. Was Maverick there, or is that your eyes playing mind games?.

“Were dead” Hangman’s voice rung out behind you. Muscle memory helped you land— your feet stumbled as you made it towards the tarmac. “Holding up the end of the deal Chione?” he teased.

Too late—like he said were dead. The chances of you becoming team leader were none now.

Son of bitch left me to hang to death.

Both of you slient—neither of you felt the need to talk to eachother. Both of you were pissed off at eachother.

“What happened Chione, I thought the Ice queen never lost?” He eyed you—watching anger etch its way onto your face.

Hondo was a couple feet behind you guys counting.

You shouldn’t be here—here on the ground doing push ups, instead you should up in the air-having a dogfight.

“Up 100”

You could feel the blood rushing from your ears, Hangman’s voice seemed quieter. Your stomach rumbled in protest— Did you to eat forget this morning?.

“Down 150”

“I don’t know Jake” you accidentally said his first name and allowed emotion to slip into your voice.

“Seemed to be getting old Y/n?”, he pointed out how slow you were going— how weak you seemed. Not old but sick as a dog. He’s right you practically a legend in this generation, your considered the a younger and female Iceman.

“Yup Bagman”

“Up 200”

“I would’ve stopped Y/n, If you had” No he wouldn’t have.

Tit for tat.

“This is my fault Jake Hangman?” You felt furious, how dare he blame you. “Are you serious right now?”.

“Down—250, your done aviators” Hondo’s voice could be heard in the background still.

He smirked like a shark— dangerous and uncaring of what happened next.

“It’s seems to be” he stood, “Ya coming Chione?”.

You were sitting on the ground trying to catch your breathe. You felt your lean to the side-dizzy.

“Chione?” Hangman said loudly.

“I’m fine” you persisted eager to prove yourself to the loudmouth texan you took a step forward— but you stumbled.

“Hey” he grabbed your arm gently, steadying you.

“Hang—” You felt your world spin around you, as everything around you went black.

Luckily Hangman caught you.

—

“She’s had that stubborn streak since she was a little girl”. Your mom loves telling stories about you to others.“Something her and Tom have in common”.

“Ma” you whispered, your throat felt too dry. You couldn’t tell if it was the immediate sadness that struck your throat or was it your “small cold”.

“Y/n, sweetie your awake?” She asked you.

You nodded your head slowly. You blinked your eyes slowly“Where am I ?”.

“Med bay sweetie, seems like you caught the flu”. your mom said— running her hand down your face soothingly.

“How ya feeling sweetie?”

“Tired, kinda better”, you honestly told her— there was no use of lying to Sarah Kazansky. The woman was one of the few people to break through your father’s Ice-cold facade. Also one of the few who knew your tells when you lied. The other person was your dad.

“I should go get the doctor” a familiar southern drawl softly interrupted.“Sorry Ms. Kazansky”.

“None sense Jake, call me Sarah and besides I need to stretch my feet— I’ll go get the doctor”., something told you-your mother wasn’t being entirely honest.

“Alright ma’am”

“I’ll be back Y/n”

She didn’t come back till afterwards

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Jake asks you.“Did you want die?”.

“I didn’t ask you for you save me”, you bitterly reminded him. “I didn’t ask for you stay here either, you could have gone back wherever”, unfortunately your stoic facade is starting to crash and you could hear emotion seeping into your voice.

“Am I supposed to leave you—on the fucking ground Y/n, am I supposed let you suffer in pain!?” Jake shouted. He runs his fingers through his hair shakily.

Look at me!" He screams, and for some strange reason you find yourself listening to him.“If you hadn’t fainted, would you kept going?”

He pacing back and forth.

“I…I don’t know” you tell him.

“What, what do you mean you dont know?” concern finds its way onto Jake’s face.“Y/n you could’ve died out there on that tarmac”

I didn’t mean for it get this far. Losing dad was biggest thing that’s ever happened to me.

“I-I’m sorry” your voice wobbled. he grabs your hand softly. “Look at me Y/n—please”.

“I’m so sorry you lost your father” his baby blues eyes pierced with sadness.“But that doesn’t mean the navy needs to loose you too”.

I can’t lose you either.

The bed dipped as Jake sat down.

“I may have never personally talked to Admiral Kazansky myself, but I know he wouldn’t enjoy seeing his daughter in the hosptial, I also know he dislikes the idea of his daughter thinking so low of herself”.

“I-I just want to be like him you know, since I got accepted into the academy everyone always compared me to the legendary Iceman”, you felt tears drop down your face.“I just want to be enough— for him”. your voice broke again.

“Darling, can I call you darling this time?” he playfully taunts this time— there’s no malicious intent behind his words.

“Yeah” you chuckled. “Call me by name again”

“Y/n”

“No my other name” you eyed him.

“Darling, your not supposed to be him, your supposed to be yourself— i’m pretty sure the Admiral didn’t have any intent of his daughter being the exact replica of him”.

“Maybe your right” you shrugged your shoulders innocently.

Jake pointed look said otherwise.

“Okay fine your right”. you sighed into his chest, “Thank you Jake”.

He leans over a drops a kiss onto the crown of your head. “ Your welcome Y/n”.

You start to blush like a fool- your face turning into the same shade of a tomato.

“Your kind Bagman” you mimicked his accent.

“Don’t tell anyone my secret Ice queen” he interlocks his fingers with yours.

“I’ll be damned If I let you ruin my reputation”

“Don’t you worry Slick” you patted his chest while laughing. “If you don’t tell anyone I have emotions, I wouldn’t tell anyone your kind”

Dumbass— Your dumbass gave you his pinky.

“I won’t let you down Admiral”

“I won’t let you down Y/n”.

#top gun maverick #top gun #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader

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triplesilverstar · 7 months

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The three of you are bad at being a household

Rating: Explicit 18+ Minors DNI

Pairing: Vash X Wolfwood, Vash X F!Reader, Wolfwood X F!Reader, Vash X F!Reader X Wolfwood

CW: Anal sex, voyeurism, penis in vaginal sex, fingering, belly bulge, mentions of abusive relationships, threesomes, Awkward flirting, double blow jobs, sloppy blow jobs, awkward pinning, cum eating

Word count: 3802

A/N: Chapter 4 of my roommates series, where the series sort of turned into a fic with plot compared to when I first started.

Hearing the moans from Vash always did something to your head, and made you want to smother him in your affection. Well and have his cock buried in one of your holes. When he made those moans for Nicholas though? God that left you dripping like a leaky faucet, the wetness forming in your core taking you from zero to horny in three point five.

So watching the two make out next to you on the bed, Nicholas balls deep in Vash, hands on his hips, and his own back pressing against the headboard so the blond beauty could ride him? Your hand was playing with your own folds, the other clamped between your teeth to try and not make a noise to interrupt them.

With a sudden jerk of his hips, Nicholas must have hit just the right spot in Vash, breaking away from the kiss and arching his neck beautifully. The salvia from the sloppy kiss runs down the sides of his mouth and along that pale neck, but it never gets the chance to drip off.

No. Nicholas has his tongue out, the point tracing the fine bones of Vash’s chin and collecting the liquid. Another moan from Vash, his skin slowly darkening from pale pink to crimson, the only sign Nicholas is as equally affected is the sheen of sweat on his tanned body.

As much as you’ve tried to hide it, a small whine echoes low in your throat. Those dark eyes of Nicholas’s flicking to you, his expression shifting quickly. “Don’t bite your hand.” His tone is soft, full of concern, pulling your hand from your mouth. “Here, help make Vash feel good Little Bear.”

Your smaller hand, encased in his, wraps around Vash’s length and Nicholas starts a slow pumping action. Stilling fingering yourself you keep up the motions while Nicholas goes back to helping keep Vash steady while he rides him. Giving Vash a hand job first thing in the morning is a fun way to start the day, feeling his hot flesh twitch within the confines of your fist. More than enough pre-cum dripping from his ruby red tip to provide sufficient lubrication, as you twist your wrist. Vash is a wretched mess above you, panting and moaning, and if it wasn’t for Nicholas you’re certain Vash would have slumped over by now. You’re still amazed that Vash can take the cock that is attached to Nicholas, you might be in awe of that fact until whatever this little dalliance is comes to an end.

You’re aware that you’re still just an invited guest to all of their little parties, even if you can’t remember the last time you slept in your own bed. Or Vash at his own apartment. This has been a lot more fun than trying your hand at dating again since you picked such a winner last time.

Wolfwood for his part, was breathing through his nose trying to keep himself from unloading in Vash’s perfect little ass. Trying to last as long as he could this morning while watching you join them. He was finding it harder and harder to ignore the bubbling in his own chest when he saw you in the mornings. Waking up beside him and Vash, the way your hips moved when you walked, the slight musical tilt to your voice when you were talking.

Vash had already told him, he wanted more. He wanted to offer you the chance to join him and Vash in a more structured relationship, but how the hell was the tan man supposed to bring it up? After the fiasco that was Vash asking you to join the pair of them in bed, he told Vash he wasn’t going to be the one to offer more if they decided to as a couple.

Plus, in his mind would you really believe the offer came from both of them if it was always Vash making the offer? After that blow job the other day, the image of you and Vash on your knees in front of him wouldn’t leave his mind. The way you swallowed him down, eyes closed and your cute mouth stretched over the monster of a cock he had? Wolfwood knew he was bigger than average, hell he’d lost a few relationships because most people could barely take his cock without screaming or hours of prep. But the idea of you and Vash in his bed, even if he never fucked you directly? He wanted it. Wanted it bad enough that he was jerking off to the idea of it all hours of the day.

A long low whine from Vash, causing his balls to tighten the noises from the blond always have that effect on him, something Vash uses to his advantage when he’s close and wants to feel Wolfwood tense inside of him. “Nico~” drawing out the O in his name does him in, grinding up into Vash as if he could shove more of his body inside the slightly thinner blond man as his balls are drained into the latex of the condom. A warmth splashed his chest, Vash reaching his peak shortly him.

As you watched both of them reach their peak, you pulled your fingers away from your core, wiping them on the fabric of your sleep shorts. After that show, they needed to be washed anyway. Slowly releasing Vash’s softening cock from her grip, a soft whine from the blond again.

“Lick up my cum?” The sound of his voice shakes you from your thoughts, and you turn to face him. His eyes are lidded in his post-nut haze, a delirious smile on that handsome face you find hard to say no to.

Turning your attention to Nicholas, waiting for him to give you the go-ahead since most if not all of Vash’s release is painted across the tan man’s chest. At his nod, you sit up more to better position yourself to start at the top of his chest, only for Vash to whine in disappointment. “Start from the bottom. Please?”

A roll of your eyes but you compile, starting to lap up the creamy fluid across Nicholas’s toned abdomen and stomach. Slowly working upwards.

Wolfwood. Is not amused. Narrowing his eyes at Vash above your head. Has been getting more pushy about making the offer. Almost certain that when you reach the top and go to move away Vash is going to ask you to kiss him. Something he knows will make you freeze, he knows you still remember the comment about Wolfwood stating he might never kiss you and his dick would only ever go in Vash. A rule you try to follow.

As you lick upwards you’re aware Nicholas isn’t happy. Is it something you did? Fuck. As you reach the top of his chest, senses filled with the salty taste of Vash and Wolfwood almost finished you slide your legs backward as you scoop the final drop off his chest. “I need something to drink.” Feet on the floor, you’re quick to dart out of the bedroom, closing the door behind you and heading for the kitchen.

A quick glance in the fridge and you realize it’s starting to look rather bare, a small container of coffee cream and the water jug with the water filter are the only items on the shelves. Even the door is lacking with just three bottles of condiments lining it.

Grabbing the water jug you pour some into a glass before topping the filter portion back up, slowly sipping the cool liquid and looking around the cupboards. Wincing as you do. Aside from coffee which between two of you is something you seem to depend on and the different sweeteners you use. All you can find is a bag of rice and a partial box of pasta. Glancing to the edge of the counter, there are three donuts left in the box from last night. You have a pretty good idea who ate the other nine out of the dozen.

Water finished you make your way to your bathroom after swinging by your room for some clean clothes. A donut and a coffee might be all you have before you head out for groceries.

Inside the bedroom, Vash is glaring down at Wolfwood who’s still balls deep inside of him. “Really Nico?” Exasperated and waving a hand at him. “You just had to scowl and scare her off. At this point, she’s going to think she’s not welcome.” Frowning Vash crosses his arms, trying to keep his frustration with his boyfriend visible.

“Vash, I need to talk to her about it. You pushing at it isn’t going to help, because don’t think I didn’t see what you were up to today. You were gonna tell her to kiss me afterward and use it as an excuse to make comments about her joining us more permanently.” Scowling up at his boyfriend just as much, equally frustrated, placing his hands on the blond's hips to finally remove his dick from the tight enclosure that was Vash.

“Well, I was. Nico, haven’t you seen the way she looks at us sometimes? She thinks we don’t want her, that she’s just someone to have fun with.” Rolling his shoulders before leaving the bed Vash heads for the master bathroom fully intending to have a quick shower.

Tying off the condom and watching Vash sauntered away all Wolfwood can do is groan, dragging a hand down his face. He had tried to bring it up during the thunderstorm a few weeks back, but you had been too scared and he had been far more concerned with providing you comfort. Making you feel safe. A long exhale and Wolfwood follows after Vash, stepping into the what he knows will be too hot for him water.

“I’ll try to bring it up today alright.” Because Wolfwood knows Vash is right, he saw the glimmer in your eyes just this morning of thinking you overstepped. He was also getting tired of you trying to hold back your noises when you were with them, you shouldn’t have to fear being some kind of distraction for them. “It just needs to be the right time Vash. I don’t want her to think we’re making a half-assed offer to her. I might not be at the same place as you are with her yet but I do want to see where this might go.”

Bodies press together as Vash catches Wolfwood’s mouth under the scalding spray, humming as their tongues dance together, while their hands glide over each other’s skin. “Thank you, Nico. I know you agreed at first just for me, but I’m happy you’re starting to see what I see in her too.”

Before Wolfwood can answer the sound of the other shower starting up echoes in the bathroom, telling the couple you’re also taking a shower. “I’ll finish up and see if I can cobble together a breakfast for us. You’re off today right?” Wolfwood nods, as Vash finishes hopping out and getting dressed. The moment he’s gone Wolfwood adjusts the water, glad he doesn’t have to feel his skin blister.

In your own bathroom with the stream of water pounding into your back you use your fingers to work yourself to completion, you don’t want to spend the day with a low fire burning in your core. Head pressing against the cool tiles as you gasp both of their names as you finish, unaware Nicholas can hear you through the thin walls, fisting himself to get a second load out. Hard because of the softness of the whine that is your voice calling his name.

Shower finished you towel dry your hair before getting dressed, the steam filling your lungs helping to loosen some of the tightness you had been feeling in your throat. Maybe when you head out for groceries you’ll grab a package of tea for yourself.

Opening the bathroom door you sigh dreamily. The scent of coffee permeates the air of the apartment, someone has started brewing some. Soft steps with your bare feet back to the kitchen and you see Vash, hair damp from a shower of his own blowing on the top of a mug of the rich brown liquid.

“Looks like we have slim pickings for breakfast, once I have coffee I’m gonna head out for groceries.” Pouring yourself a cup of coffee, making a few adjustments to bring it more to your liking as you watch the blond. Taking a sip from your own mug and you watch as he slips a little closer to you, resting a hand on your hip.

“Maybe all three of us should go, we can take my car.” A quick kiss around the side of your mug, planted on the corner of your lips before Vash steps away from you snagging one of the donuts.

“That would make it easier.” Out of the three of you, Vash is the only one with a car. Your old beater had bit the dust shortly after you moved in with Nicholas, and Nicholas had his motorcycle. Not really the best means of transportation for getting food home.

“What are you two planning now?” The gruff voice of Nicholas in your ear, tilting towards him you see the frown marring his sharp features. “What happened to breakfast Vash?” Striding past you to get his own cup of coffee but not taking his eyes off the blond.

“Unless you want plain rice or pasta all we have are donuts?” With the fury of an annoyed hen Nicholas is pulling the cupboards open, before darting into the fridge. A vein on his forehead twitched as he emerged from the appliance. “How are we out of food?”

“Well Nick, this might come as a surprise to you. But people need to eat on a regular basis, and I know the last time I brought any food home was three days ago. That was just some chicken legs and veggies.” You deadpan as you take a drink of your coffee.

“I guess we need to go grocery shopping then.”

After your meager breakfast of a donut and coffee, the three of you are peeling out of Vash’s car and heading inside the nearest grocery store. You have a list of things you want to pick up compared to the men who are just going to grab what looks good.

You could never do what they do, you need to plan your food so you can make the most of your food budget. While Wolfwood and Vash head off elsewhere in the store you start looking at the fruits and vegetables in season.

It’s there that disaster strikes. Giving a fruit a squeeze to check for ripeness you hear someone calling your name. A female voice. Turning you try to keep yourself from frowning.

Sara.

Sara had been your friend and your ex-boyfriend's friend. After the split you hadn’t heard from any of your shared friends, and you had a good idea why. “Well, I haven’t heard from you in a while. What have you been up to?”

Small talk from the perky blonde, just great. “Oh. Well, I’ve been busy since the move, trying to get a new job so I’ve been going to a lot of interviews. What about you?” It’s not a lie, you have been trying to get a new better paying job. It was also a side effect of wanting to get farther away from your ex who worked one building away from you.

“A new job? Tired of your old one? Me? I’m still going to school, maybe this year I’ll finally get around to getting my degree.” Something about the way she’s acting is setting you off, she’s acting more like a shark looking for blood in the water. While the two of you hadn’t been the closest of friends, she had still been a friend. Her words though are telling you something, your ex has been throwing your name in the muck.

“I just want somethin-” Interrupted by the sound of a different blond, one far more hyperactive calling your name. You don’t even get the time to turn before his arms are wrapped around, fake sobbing.

“Nico won’t let me buy a box of donuts!” You almost sigh at his dramatics, but he wouldn’t be Vash without them.

“Vash, you ate almost a whole dozen by yourself, you don’t need any more of them today.” Even with your face turned on the blond latched onto you like a koala bear you don’t miss the look of disdain on Sara’s face.

“Oh. This must be the guy you left Henry for then I take it?” What. You know you’re frowning, eyes narrowed.

“I didn’t leave Henry for anyone. I walked in on him having a threesome with two strangers.” Your voice has gone flat, trying to keep the despair from lacing your tone. Will anyone believe you after a few months of not having contact with any of them?

“Well, that’s certainly not how he tells it. Even if it were true you seem to have moved on pretty quickly.” Vash’s head is moving back and forth between the two of you, he might play to part of a fool a lot but he doesn’t miss the verbal barrage being thrown at you.

“Oh, are you two friends?” Vash is acting like an airhead and you can tell his smile is a fake one, meant to draw attention from you.

“Wow. What did you do, go find the biggest dumbest blond you could find and hop in bed with them?” That hurts. You like Vash, he’s a sweetheart and it’s not fair for him to take that kind of verbal abuse while trying to deflect her from throwing shade at you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Almost as if out of thin air Nicholas has appeared beside you and Vash. “You wanna attack my boyfriend and roommate like that in a grocery store? Maybe you should get your facts straight before you accuse someone of that shit. Or maybe an outside source, you think she would have been able to break their lease if something hadn’t of gone down?” You’re a little shocked at the venom dripping from Nicholas’s words, spoken evenly all while glaring at your once upon a time friend.

How did Nicholas know about you breaking the lease? It wasn’t something you talked about, hell you even had the single photo you took as proof to show your old landlord locked in your phone behind a password. You’d needed out of there right away, and your old landlord had been kind enough to make sure you could get in when no one else was home to collect the rest of your things when you moved, even if the few pieces of furniture were in storage since Nicholas had a fully furnished apartment minus your bedroom.

“Sounds more like she’s the one who was in the threesome instead of Henry.” Like a flash rain, Sara is gone as quickly as she appeared but the damage is done. You feel numb, tears pricking your eyes as you break away from Vash and Nicholas to get the rest of the things on your list.

Both of them look at each other and then back at your retreating form, Vash’s hand outstretched before it falls to his side. “Nico. Did we. Did we just make things worse?”

“Fuck Vash. I think we did.” Rubbing a tanned hand through his hair, watching you dart down an aisle.

It doesn’t take long to get your list, aware both men are just behind you in the checkout line. Close enough to reach out but they don’t, and you won’t either. The car ride back to the apartment is far quieter than the one to the store, and as soon as you have your bags put away you slink off to your room.

Face buried in your pillow you silently cry into it. Leaving Henry had been the best decision you had made because spending time with Vash and Nicholas had shown you how a real relationship was supposed to work. With compromise and understanding, talking. If you didn’t do or act a certain way according to Henry all he did was shun you and made you feel useless. Something that he still seemed to have the power to do.

Later you heard a soft knock against the door, an equally soft call of your name. Vash. You ignore it, you just want to be alone right now and wallow in your own self-pity.

A little while later, a harder knock and a rougher voice calling your name. “Fuck this” carries through the door before it’s pushed up, you barely have time to sit up before a pair of larger arms are wrapped around you and your pillow that you’re still clutching. “You can hide Little Bear, but we’re worried about you. I’m worried about you. Don’t hide from me when you’re hurting, she said those things to get a rise out of you.”

As Nicholas tries to console you, a new fresh wave of tears forms in your eyes soaking your pillow no longer silent in your grief and anxiety. “Nick. How many of my friends have I lost because of him?” Sobbing as you voice the thought, you wanted space and it might have cost you too much.

“They weren’t really friends if they aren’t asking for your side.” His husky voice whispers in your ear, and it’s the truth. A truth you’ll spend the next few days grappling with. “Take your time Little Bear, sort out how you feel because you’re allowed to feel hurt, to feel sad. Just know Vash and I are here for you, now ain’t the best time. When you’re up for it, I wanna talk about us.” Tilting his head to press a kiss to your cheek before he settles down once more with his nose buried in your hair. “I promise it’s all good things.” Squeezing you gently in his warm embrace.

You almost miss the dip in the bed, over the top of your pillow clutched in your embrace you see the concern in Vash’s blue eyes. Watch as his fingers peek over the fabric and push it down so he can see more of your face, more of your red-rimmed and bloodshot eyes. “You might not want to hear this, but I’m glad that Henry guy cheated on you. Otherwise, we might not have met you, and I think that’s tragic.” A press of Vash’s soft lips to your forehead, snaking his arms around you and Nicholas. Both of them holding you while you sob in the safety of their arms, and the day had started out with such promise.

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#trigun #trigun smut #vash the stampede #vash x reader #nicholas d. wolfwood #trigun stampede #twink writes #vashwood #wolfwood x reader #vash smut #wolfwood smut #trimax #modern au #vash x reader x wolfwood

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softxsuki · 2 years

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...It's me again- can I have a urgent request with eren,levi and Jean with romantic s/o that has covid, but like it's really bad? (Headcanons pls)

It's like my surgery wasn't enough I needed to catch covid and I saw people yesterday 🥲

I feel like my whole body is dying rn

Thanks 😃❤️

Eren, Levi, and Jean Taking Care of Reader with Covid

Pairings: Eren x Gn!Reader, Levi x Gn!Reader, Jean x Gn!Reader

Warnings: reader sick with Covid

Genre: Modern AU, Comfort, some fluff?

Post-Type: Headcanons

Word Count: 900

Summary: How the boys react to you getting sick with Covid

[A/N: Hey! Thank you for your patience with your request. I'm sorry it's a little short and they might not be that great. I couldn't think of anything directly romantic to add to these, so I kept the romance a little subtle I hope that okay. I'm not exactly in the best mental state right now, but I wanted to get this done for you while you were still feeling unwell to help provide you with some comfort. So I hope these came out at least a little decent. Feel better soon <3 also sorry if there are any mistakes, I didn't proofread :(.]

Eren:

Protect this man

He’s so scared for you; literally thinks you’re going to die (you're not of course)

But he doesn’t outwardly show it, he’s just kinda freaking out on his own

You’re supposed to be quarantining in your room on your OWN, but Eren refuses to take his eyes off of you, he’ll sit in a chair in the corner of the room and keep you company no matter how many times you tell him to get out before he gets himself sick

No lie though, he would probably cozy up beside you in bed just so he can keep an even closer eye on you and properly take care of you

So consider your whole house a quarantine zone because he’s 100% getting infected with Covid and he doesn’t care

He takes very good care of you, giving you 10000% of his attention, making sure you get better as soon as possible

He googles a whole bunch of homemade remedies that people said worked for them, and prepares it all for you (orders all the ingredients online for delivery)

He takes your temperature every hour and as much as it hurts to see you in discomfort, he confiscates all your heavy blankets so your fever can go down quicker

Anything you want or need, he gets it for you

He also makes sure that you get plenty of rest, so while you sleep, he tries to keep himself occupied doing something else around the house or playing a game or something, making sure the volume is low so he doesn’t wake you up, but stays in the bedroom so he can watch over you

He’s super relieved when you’re fully healed, but get ready because it’ll be your turn to take care of him now, he has zero regrets though, he’s glad he was able to care for you instead of avoiding you for a week

Levi:

Let’s not kid ourselves here, Levi is GONE as soon as he knows you have Covid

But that doesn’t mean he won’t take care of you–he just does so from afar

As soon as he finds out, your bedroom becomes your quarantine zone

He starts wearing a mask around the house 24/7, even when he showers because he is NOT taking any chances, he refuses to get sick

However, he does want you to get better and his heart breaks at hearing your coughs and groans of fatigue and pain, so he comes up with a plan

He prepares you meals and leaves them outside the door for you, knocking quickly to let you know the food is ready and runs to the other side of the room and waits for you to get your food

It’ll be a relief for you though, knowing that Levi won’t get sick because of you

He’s extra diligent and frequent with his cleaning even though you never leave the room for the whole week, using the connected bathroom in the room to shower and use the toilet; Levi sticks to the spare bathroom and bedroom

He’s a busy, responsible man though so he does continue to go to work; he calls a friend over to watch over you to make sure you have someone around incase of an emergency and someone to make sure you’re well fed and hydrated

His phone ringer stays on for a change incase he receives a call and needs to rush to you immediately

Once you’re fully recovered and Covid free, Levi gets to work in cleaning your spare bedroom because he needs to be back to sleeping by your side immediately; he’d never admit how much he missed having you in his arms as he slept–that week was especially lonely for him and he’s relieved to have you healthy and happy again

Jean:

Jean is another one who is super worried at first, especially when he notices your discomfort

He does stick to keeping his distance from you, but it kills him inside to be parted from you for so long, so as the days pass he gets very impatient

Tries entering your room where you’re quarantining before the recommended amount of days is up, so be strict with him, he’ll listen if you tell him no

Jean pretends to busy himself around the house, calling in for work saying he can’t make it, but his excuse to you is that he’s feeling a little under the weather (lies)

He’ll never admit that he’s worried about you or that he’s calling in just so he can keep an eye on you

He sits behind the door and asks you to sit on the other side of it and you guys have some conversations, but then he feels bad when he hears you cough and tells you to get back in bed so you can rest

Keeps you well fed and even tries to sneakily hand you your food himself, but you have to shoo him away

He can’t wait for the day that he can hold you and kiss you again, he misses you more than he thought he would–not that he’d admit it

He tries to act normally when you’re cleared to end your quarantine, but his giddy smile that slips out a few times gives him away

Good luck getting out of his grip, he’s super clingy for the next few days

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 10/18/2022

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mrhowells · 1 year

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Smallville 4x18

✨genius✨

why do I suddenly miss Pete :(

"So who is Smallville's most eligible bachelor taking to prom?"

LOIS. HE'S TAKING LOIS TO PROM.

"The thing about expectations, Clark, is they're supposed to drive you to do more with your life, not stop you from living it."

Chloe making points

"thanks mom and dad for everything" THAT'S ADORABLE🥹🥹🥹

sjskjsksjk

girl, you're literally in his mom's body💀

STAHP

SOOOOO THIS IS YOUR LITTLE SECRET. YOU'RE TAKING HER TO THE PROM AREN'T YOU

I'm screaming

Clark is such a fucking clown I CANNOT

why does he look so offended when he was literally also laughing the idea off two seconds ago, I'm-

his brain needs to be studied bc what was the thought process, I just don't understand😭

"So you two just get together and mack but keep it on the down low in public?" "MOM!"

I'M JUST SUPER PUMPED ABOUT PROM

She was so mean to Lana for literally no reason😭 Jealousy is a disease get well soon xo

Jason is unhinged💀

"A dog's life depends on it."

LMAOOOO I love her

"Clark, things don't always end up the way you picture them but sometimes they can end up even better if you give them a chance."

Martha is playing for the clois team always and I respect that🫡

akssaskxjask

he was malfunctioning💀

also Dawn has zero sense of style, wtf is this😭

*aggressive blinking and gulping* GET IT TOGETHER CLARK I THOUGHT YOU COULDN'T STAND HERRRR

he looks so scared I can't-

HOLD ON when did Jason start working with his mom??? Does my brain have holes again bc I'm confused, he just did a sudden 180 it feels like?

The fact that Lois doesn't look like a complete clown in that horrible dress? Face card 100/10

"Remember all those regrets that we were talking about? I think not seeing you with a crown on your head would be the top of the list."

they really don't have enough of these wholesome friendship moments🥹🥹🥹

Why is possessed Lois so funny help😭

I CAN'T BREATHESKASK

"A little close to the boob, don't you think?"

my head hurts from laughing😭

THE CROWN'S MINE, BITCH

GENIUS

this is the peak of television i don't care

Lois' superpower is she gets Clark to stop brooding, bless her

"I was thinking, since you did get all dressed up and you came here with me, you should at least get a dance out of it."

The writers were so mean for this😭

Lana ditching Jason & coming alone, good for her😌

PAIN

It's not about unrequited love because she doesn't have a crush on Clark or anything at this point, it's just painful to see her so resigned to the fact that she's never anyone's priority.

anyways, now I'm emotional😭

"You know, Lois, I think Clark might have a lot more to offer than you realize." "I wouldn't bet on it."

Martha & Jonathan being cute🥰

Jason lurking & looking jealous🤡

You know the episode is entertaining when I hit the photo upload limit😌

#ellie's smallville thoughts #smallville #4x18 #clark kent #lois lane #clois #martha kent #chloe sullivan

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plutobutartsy · 10 months

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headcanons for the solaire clan playing the best (worst) german board game ever: Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht (part 2)

here is part 1 with the shaw pack and also where i explained the rules. but if you don't feel like reading all that, apparently it's pretty much just the german version of Sorry.

onto the headcanons

as mentioned before, Sam really likes this game so he's also the one to introduce the clan to it

when he did, Darlin saw their life flash before their eyes. they're so SICK of this game y'all

they still play for Sam, of course, but if you look closely you can see their eyelid twitch and their smile start to falter

they do their best to pretend that they're enjoying it

Sam pretends not to know but he does

Vincent and Bright Eyes have a bet going on to see how long Darlin can keep it up

so far the clan is at 46 games and Darlin has yet to crack

when Sam first brought it up William was DELIGHTED

he's a big board game fan

name a board game and he has it

so of course he also has multiple versions of Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht

so he's also pretty experienced with board games. you think it's impossible to come up with elaborate strategies to win MÄDN? think again

is so serious about it, it's ridiculous

but he still has a lot of fun and isn't a sore loser

clan game night has actually been a mandatory monthly event since Vincent was turned, Will insists the clan needs "family bonding time"

Vincent absolutely hated it at first, especially during his angsty vamp teen phase

but he gradually came to enjoy it

he insists he's the master of all board games but god does he suck most of the time

when playing MÄDN he has two game modes:

1) he loses to Lovely on purpose because they "deserve the world", this means he purposefully tries to roll low numbers so Lovely can catch up to him and throw out his pieces. gets sulky if anyone else does.

and 2) he gets really competitive after being egged on by Bright but he loses anyway and pouts about it

Lovely is Always competitive. they don't care if it's their boyfriend and he's doing his best to help them win, they will throw his pieces out without mercy

of course they use Vincent being all sulky as an excuse to kiss him and engage in heavy pda. the clan is sick of it.

Bright is THE instigator. they love putting everyone against each other, it's their strategy

B: "what, so you're just gonna let Vinny snipe your piece like that, Fred?"

F: "well it wasn't that far along the board yet anyway, it's not a huge loss."

B: "wow, never knew you where such a push-over, see if that was me.."

F: "STOP. i know what you're doing, it's not gonna work."

B: "yeah, okay, whatever, go lose the game then"

V: "yeah, you couldn't beat me if you tried."

F: "okay you knOW WHAT-"

it works every single time and they find it hilarious

one time they even managed to pit Will against everybody else

they're part of how Darlin stays sane playing this god forsaken game. at least as long as Bright doesn't antagonize them

Fred is just trying to play the game normally, he doesn't understand why it always turns to utter chaos

it's "just a game" until Bright uses their instigator skills, then it's life or death for him

once furiously swore at Will because of it and was immediately mortified and embarrassed. Fred didn't play MÄDN at the next game night

Alexis insists that it's dumb and childish but sits down to play it anyways

she (not so) secretly loves it

just like Lovely, she gets incredibly competitive

she's pretty much the only one besides Will who doesn't fall for Bright's tricks

if she and Darlin were to play alone they would kill each other (affectionately)

on the rare chance Alexis isn't playing to obliterate everyone, she's playing to harrass Vincent

just completely zeroes in on him

watches him like a hawk to make him nervous while he's rolling the die, trying to get a 6 so he can put another piece in the game and when he inevitably doesn't roll one she just laughs at him

snipes all the pieces he intended for Lovely to throw out and jokes about how Lovely could do so much better and "marry somebody who's ACTUALLY good at playing Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht"

sometimes Lovely goes along with the jokes and Vincent has yet to know a greater betrayal

overall the solaire clan doesn't play with as much brutality as the shaw pack but the passive agressiveness is INSANE

@super-trouper-lights i promised i would tag you 🤭

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted solaire clan #stella's ideas

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starrypeeps-headcanons · 1 year

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Headcanon assortment (pt. 3) Shorties editon

-Magolor is very conscious about his age and his looks. With that being said, please, DO NOT call him "old", he will get very much angry.

-Galacta's hair is just superb, wavy, voluminous and just perfect. Of course, touch it and you'll die.

-Zan's nose is pretty ugly. It wasn't like this before though, in one fight with Francisca, she punched Zan in the face and broke her nose.

-Is hard to make Taranza mad, he really has the patience of a saint, but if you manage to make him angry you fucked up big time.

-When in certain mood, Zero Two can and will fight nearly everything and has even attacked his own kind.

-After being liberated from Forgo's possession, Elfilin was really never the same again, and fell depressed for a while.

-Gooey (therefore Blob), like any other member of the Dark Matter race, reacts negatively when in contact with light based objects. Although not as drastic as the other members of the family.

-Instead of not being able to feel (positive) emotions, the Dark Matter community values stoicism and emotionless-ness above everything else. Showing excessive emotion is frowned upon. For them is usually easy, save from some exceptions.

-Magolor has a replica of the master crown and whenever he's feeling cheeky or if someone pisses him off, he threatens the person by putting the crown on.

-Shadow Kirby can use copy abilities but doesn't like to (more like he's too lazy to) so he sticks to a sword.

-Iron Mam is a waddle dee, she just wanted to be ridiculously strong.

-...And Bandana Dee is a huge fanboy of her.

-The souls that DO get a second chance of living, get a new body identical to the previous one but with the scars of their respective deaths previous to their rebirths and no post mortem memories.

-Francisca lost sensitivity in some parts of her body due to frostbite.

-Fairies are born from a huge flower. A flower basically appears on the royal garden, over the time it grows and grows until it blossoms. And there you go: A fairy.

-I said this in a separate post but Meta Knight listens to a lot of old spanish music (Camilo, Mecano, Mocedades, Serrat, Leo Dan, etc.) more or less what your mom, auntie or even grandma listened to.

-Dark Mind is pretty vain and is always checking on himself to look for any cracks around his body to erase.

-Meta Knight is actually extensively trained in hand-to-hand combat (like all GSA members) he just would rather use his sword because he feels he's not as good (nor strong) at it.

-Marx is the very definition of a jock, he's very athletic and strong too. From all the sports he plays, he seems to excel at gymnastics.

-Another odd friendship that came to light during Star Allies was between Flamberge and Taranza. Their personalities are widely different but they still manage to get along nicely.

-Void Termina has a very wide vocal range, maybe not in his voice (which is low and booming) but the noises he makes, from growling like a bear to sound like a shoebill stork or chirping like a bird.

-In Dreamland there are three kingdoms: The Cave Kingdom, Dreamland Kingdom and the Heaven kingdom.

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I had an idea for you.. What if the reader were a robot nurse but with a human appearance (maybe the reader was a gift from another company that creates robots), and started working at the pizza plex in the infirmary... Of course the yanderes! Glamrock Freddy and Sun/Moon (separated) fall in love with the reader. What will happen? And how they react to the reader's appearance, as it is just like a human.

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲, 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 -> 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎

───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────

> 𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙽𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝙰𝚝 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢'𝚜: 𝚂𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑

> 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗿: 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢, 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙, 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙

> 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝚈𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛 , 𝚄𝚗𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚃𝚘𝚡𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚎𝚝, 𝙼𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚙𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝙱𝚎𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚛, 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛.

> 𝗧𝘆𝗽𝗲 𝗢𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁: 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────

•Awww this is cute! Honestly, some of these requests make me want to open a normal relationships blog XD, but I'd run out of ideas fast-

•Also not to be rude, but I lowkey think anyone who's asking about Glamrock Freddy, Sun, and Moon (separated) is the same person for some reason- I don't mind! Just anon, keep it to two asks a week when I open them up again, okay? XD

───────•°˖~❉᯽❉~˖°•───────

-> 𝐆𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐲:

-> Since Glamrock Freddy is the leader of the gang, he'll have to see you first when you arrive. He was expecting an animal themed robot like them, or a bot looking like the STAFF bots, but with some medical themed stickers or some sort of wear, he didn't expect a human looking one... Ah, well! It doesn't matter to him. Glamrock Freddy is really happy to meet you either way!

-> Even if you don't interact with the main glamrocks, Freddy makes sure to always include you when you aren't working. They're all sentient, right? So, obviously, he'll think of your "feelings". Even if the actual human workers there think it's weird and Freddy might need some check ups... Soon enough, he'll start getting protective of you if he notices others try to "separate" you, not that he doesn't trust his friends! But... Some of them are trouble, so he'd rather be alone with you.

-> He'll probably fall even harder, noticing how you take care of everyone. You're just so lovely to him. Will always visit and get concerned when you work with sharp objects even though you're a robot like them. Sometimes he'll even annoy you because Freddy won't let you do your job but once you refuse him a few times you get kidnapped.

-> 𝐒𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩:

-> This bot is so happy. Finally, no more rulebreakers being annoying because they ran too fast and fell, getting hurt in the process and then crying; now they can get better without a lawsuit incoming and Sundrop getting a scolding. He didn't expect your form, but it was a pleasant surprise! Sundrop is happy he and Moon aren't the only non animal themed robots in the pizzaplex.

-> Always trying to bother you after work. He doesn't mean to be annoying as Sun just wants to spend time with you but it gets real excessive because he demands to be close to you. If you give in, he'll take you to the daycare and play some games.

-> Once he realises he's in love, Sun might purposely hurt bad kids who break the rules so he can come see you with the excuse of sending the hurt child to the nurse. No, he doesn't care about security stopping him, he wants to see you, and that's final. At this point your unofficial office is the Daycare area because kids always get hurt... Yes Moon takes care of the rest

-> 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩:

-> The chances of running into Moon first are low... But never zero- Maybe one of the kids tried sneaking away during nap time and they ended up hurting themselves so Moon takes them to the supposed nurse of the place. He's left a little speechless but will quickly recover... By not talking at all- you threw him off guard.

-> But once he processed everything, the second it's naptime again he's going back to your office, he's not even watching the kids anymore, man just wants to know more about you. During nighttime when the Pizzaplex is closed, Moon always brings you over to the daycare, you're stuck with his teasing ass always clinging to you.

-> Moon will realise his interest is beyond just curiosity soon enough and man- he's gonna do what Sun does but this time the wounds are more strategic than just a broken leg/arm and you noticed. Once you notice and try to report his behaviour to the STAFF Moon is gonna stop you and check over your system, you might get your memory card taken or your entire system rebooted.

#yandere #yandere fnaf #yandere x reader #yandere headcanons #yandere fnaf x reader #yandere security breach #yandere sundrop #yandere moondrop #yandere glamrock freddy

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lilisouless · 1 year

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I already posted this, BUT season 2 is coming next year and i need and updated version, rebbloging the old one is not enought

Don’t-harrass-the-actors-or-crew 2.0 (A lot of this is the same text as before, but updated)

If Ben Barnes likes Darklina ,no bashing ,no calling him an abuse apologist or anything like that (again)

If Jessie Mei Li likes Darklina,Malina , Nikolina, Genyalina,Zoyalina, Alina/Tamar or even single!Alina, it´s their experience as an actor,their perspective ,their opinion and must not be treated as a “feminist traitor” or something like that. NEW: Also leave alone conspiracy theories that when they shows liking for Darklina,they are being genuine but if they speak in favor of Malina, they are being manipulated by netflix (yes, people already did that)

If Archie Renaux likes Malina, don't bash or harrass him (AGAIN)

If you don’t like Mal remember, Archie didn’t wrote the script

If you don’t like Alina, Jessie didn’t wrote the script

If you don’t like the Darkling,Ben didn’t wrote the scripts (you get the idea)

And since fandom (not this in particular,just any fandom) will take any excuse to do girl hate: Don’t hate on Sujaya Dasgupta as much as you could dislike her character. NEW: She didn't wrote the script (something people doesn't seem to get)

NEW: Whatever they do with Nikolai: Patrick didn't wrote the script, and he wasn't the one who had a hand over being choosen over Robert Wilde, he only auditioned.

Also, take in count Patrick probably had to do chemistry tests with Jessie but not Sujaya AND he will spend way more time with the first one. So there is a high chance he may ship Nikolina over Zoyalai and thats okay! there is no need to hate him for that.

NEW:

As much as i want Show!Tolya to be canon aroace and for Leigh to confirm it as canon after all those hints: If Lewis ships Tolya with someone, or if the show gives him a LI (we don't know if Vanessa Grace is actually playing a character, the imdb is incomplete since it doesn't have Adrik nor Jordie) don't hate him for it, since is not completely confirmed on the books and the blame would be on netflix for wasting representation material.

NEW:

Have you seen people giving Amita, Freddy,Kit or Dani a bad time, for bad things that were done with their characters and focussing the critism on the script and/or casting directors? Also: Freddy,Amita and Kit all support Malina, have you seen people attaking them? (other than a couple of joke responses to Kit)? Well, you can do the same! Not harrasing people doesn't hurt. I have the feeling this is because everyone knows the SoC part of the fandom won't let them live if they touch any of the crow actors (reason i am not too worried about Jack). The only i have seen is that person who put down Amita´s acting in order to highlight Ben´s , which fortunetaly was just one person and even Ben Barnes fans called them on that one. If you can show decency to them, you can do it with the other actors.

And Kuwei hasn't been casted yet but i´ll get ahead: don’t bash on his actor ,even if they cast someone who ships Kuwei and Jesper, he´ll deserve respect.

I know there are more new characters but, i am mostly sure no one will have a problem with Anna &Joanna and/or Kit & Jack liking their character´s ships , nor that Zoyalai shippers would come after Alistair for Adrik´s canon crush on Zoya.

Oh yeah, almost forgot: Don't give Joanna a hard time for reemplacing Gabrielle

We are never going to agree in a lot of things,but lets not be that fandom that harrases real people over ships or characters. NEW: Lets say the fandom was mostly tame, but the toxic behaviour should not be "low" it should be "zero"

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litgwritersroom · 2 years

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Musical Chairs

Part One of All's Fair in Casa Amor

read it on AO3 | chapter written by @crimswnred.

Bobby gets stuck straight into Casa Amor with speed dating. After weeks of being in nothing but friendship couples, are any of the new girls catching his eye?

Bobby sat down on the chair nearest him, trying to not look too sloppy in front of the cameras. He straightened his back and adjusted his purple shorts under the table, wondering how long they would be waiting for the producers to get it right. He had been in Mallorca for a couple of weeks now, so he should be used to the sun, but there was nothing worse than being left alone with his own thoughts under the hot Spanish sun while a bunch of cameramen kept strolling around the lawn.

Although, to be honest, his expectations weren't so high. From the moment he stepped into the Villa, he was nothing but a good mate in the eyes of the girls. He kept hoping his luck would change at some point, that a sweet girl would come in and take his heart but nothing. Not a single step in the romantic direction, nada. Even the new girl, Chelsea, seemed uninterested in trying things with him – even though he would never go for her, too many sibling vibes.

So you couldn't blame him for doubting that three days would shift his fortune on the show and if a girl did show some interest in him, the chances of it being real were lower than before. It wasn't like he closed himself to a little bit of action – after all, his couple with Marisol was just a friendship couple – but he knew these six new girls wanted nothing more than to stay. And as the only boy single and available, Bobby was the easier target.

But being next to the lads, Bobby was sure half of them wouldn't even look at him, and the other half would see him as nothing but a good mate. All he could hope for was to keep having a good time and use his 15 minutes of fame after the show was over. Maybe that way he could open a bakery and try a relationship after this as he had planned to begin with.

The producer let the boys know they were bringing the girls and soon enough each of the boys had a girl by the side of their tables. Bobby craned his neck, observing the order. Lucas was right next to him, and then Gary, Ibrahim, Noah and Henrik, all positioned in a weird type of circle.

He wondered if the producers had bets on who would end up with who – and who would switch. He knew they probably expected him to switch and he could admit that was the reasonable thing to do, considering Marisol was ready to hunt. But again, keeping Marisol safe should be his priority plus, he had zero expectations, it was just three days.

Urgh, three days.

Bobby took a deep breath before the buzzer sounded off.

The girl in front of him sat down on her chair. She had long black hair, now tied into low pigtails, and short bangs that barely covered her forehead. Her fair skin and blue eyes watched him with too much expectation, making the weight of reality hit Bobby once again. God, these girls were up for a great disappointment.

"Nice to meet you, Bobby, I'm Emily!" She said with a rather sweet smile while she played with the thin strap of her royal blue bikini top. "How are you feeling?"

"Overwhelmed," he said, scratching his nape. "I'm not really sure of what I should do."

Emily hummed, nodding slowly as she looked around. "Well, you could start with some basic questions, you know, like a real date."

"A real date doesn't have a timer," Bobby chuckled, making her smile.

"You're right but it's a hell of a story anyway," she shrugged, leaning towards him. "Nothing like national embarrassment."

He laughed. "You tell me, I think it shouldn't be allowed to have so many moments to make fun of as I do."

"It's not that bad," she chuckled. "Truly, people like you, if anything."

"What do you mean?" He raised a brow. "They think I'm a player. "

"That challenge was totally odd, true, but we know you aren't. And if you are, you're doing it wrong, my guy."

Bobby laughed, shaking his head and Emily smiled at him, her eyes shining a bit. Maybe, just maybe, the Casa Amor days wouldn't be that terrible.

The buzzer went off and Emily waved him goodbye before she moved to Henrik's table and the girl with Lucas moved to his. She was taller than Emily and had a curvier body, with chocolate locks and amber foxy eyes. On the corner of her mouth, a beauty mark garnished her face. She wore much more make-up than the girl before, with her doll-like lips painted in crimson red.

"I'm Blake," she said, sitting down and crossing her legs. "And you must be Bobby."

She had a peaceful voice tone and posture, her expression barely changing from her calm face. It made her look elegant and expensive, making him guess she was sent for Lucas. He was the one that liked them posh and high-maintenance.

"Exactly," he answered her.

She hummed, looking him up and down. "So, what do you do?"

"I work as a hospital caterer," Bobby offered a smile but she didn't react. "What about you?"

"I'm a singer-songwriter!" She nodded and he could swear he saw her nose curving. "You're with Hannah, right?"

"Not anymore," Bobby half-shrugged. He had been with Hannah for a long time, protecting her from the dumpings until she found someone else. And she did. "She's with Henrik right now."

"The tall blonde guy? So you're technically single?" Blake raised an eyebrow at him as he nodded slowly. "Interesting…"

"Why is that?" Bobby tilted his head and narrowed his eyes playfully. What was Blake's angle here? What did she want?

"Just that it is interesting that you don't have a strong connection with anyone right now," she said, at last, flipping her hair. "Someone asked me to figure it out."

Bobby froze. It could only mean one of the other girls, right? But who? Emily? Before he could ask Blake who did it, the buzzer went off again and the girls changed their chairs.

"Oh. My. Days." Bobby heard a high-pitched voice squealing. "Bobby McKenzie!"

Bobby smiled at the girl. With blonde hair, green eyes, a slim body and big breasts she looked like she had just stepped out of a generic fashion magazine, one of those you'd see when you are in your dentist's waiting room.

"The one and only!" He said. "And you are?"

"Oh, sorry. I'm Alison but you can call me Ali!" She giggled, grabbing a strawberry from the little basket on the table. "I'm a flight attendant!"

"Well, I'm a–"

"Hospital Caterer that bakes for a hobby, I know that!" She cut him off before biting her fruit. "Would you bake us something later? I know I'd love some!"

"Sure! Anything in particular?" Well, she was a bit like Chelsea. Was she there for Lucas?

"Hm, yeah, I'd really love some cupcakes, it's been so long since I last ate one." She puckered her lips.

"'Course, I'll make some." He couldn't help but smile. Just like with Chelsea, he felt big sibling vibes but she was fun. Bubbly.

"You're the best, the girls are gonna love it!" Ali told him as she rested her elbows over the table. "You know, you're a lot cuter in person. And that's saying something, 'cause you're already too cute on TV."

Bobby blushed, scratching his nape again. "Oh, well… thanks!"

"You're welcome," she winked at him before the timer went off. "Time to switch again! See you soon, Captain B Smooth!"

Fuck. These girls were handfuls. Bobby thought, already feeling tired. He shifted in his seat as he watched the fourth girl getting comfortable in her chair in front of him.

She was perhaps a few inches taller than him, her flaming red locks falling short, almost hitting her shoulders. A black and white swimsuit highlighted her generous cleavage and made her ivory skin look even more white if that was possible. With her big sunglasses on, Bobby couldn't have a proper look at her face, only being able to spot some freckles sprinkled over her reddened nose.

"Nice to meet you, the name's Shannon," she said in an over-polite tone, nodding her head.

"I'm Bobby." He said, trying to match her tone.

"I'm aware." She smirked. "Let me tell you straight: I'm not interested in getting to know you."

"Oh."

Well, she was straightforward. He would give her that.

"But don't you worry, you'll have your fair share of ladies." She nodded again, her thick Irish accent making the conversation sound somehow funny.

"Will I?" He smiled at her, his eyes sparkling with hints of mischief. God, he could find a joke there, a prank, even.

"For sure." She nodded, intertwining her fingers into each other and resting her hand on the table. "But I'm here for Rahim."

"Good luck with that!" She would need it. From the beginning, Rahim was all over Priya and vice versa. They were the strongest couple on the show besides the infamous Nope, even after the Operation Nope thing – an incredibly dumb deed on his part, that was for sure.

"I know what I'm doing," she said, getting up not a second after the timer went off. "Can you say the same?"

Well, fuck Shannon, no, I can't! He thought as he watched the girls switch places again as if they were playing musical chairs. She didn't need to be so judgemental about it but he supposed it was what the public thought about him. You're doing it wrong, my guy.

"Hm, hello?" The fifth girl said as soon as she sat down. "Can't believe this is almost done."

"The first turn." He told her.

This girl was a weird copycat of Hope, obviously being sent to mess with Noah. She had braided hair, dark skin and a slim body, just like the original Hope. Her make-up was a lot more to the natural side, though, and her eyes looked softer than the fierce look of Hope's. She was wearing a yellow bikini that highlighted her features very well and made her look taller.

"Hm?" She tilted her head.

"This is the first round, we'll have a second one."

"What?" She chuckled. "Oh, my, and here I was, thinking this couldn't be more awkward."

Bobby nodded, it was pretty awkward. "I mean, it's weird to date like that, innit?"

"Right? I feel like I know all of you!" She giggled. "It's like if they asked me to have a 30 seconds date with Tom Hiddleston and sell myself to him. I can't! Like, hi! I'm Siobhan and I like clementines!"

"Well, I'm no Tom Hiddleston…"

"True, Tom Hiddleston can't bake…" she said, but then stopped. "I think?"

Bobby laughed, hanging his head a little. "Yeah, I think he can't. It's one for me, Thomas!"

"You are funny, I thought they were just selling it to the public very well…"

Bobby gasped, faking hurt. "You did not just tell me that."

She was about to say something else but the timer went off again. Was that damn buzzer cutting his talks right at the best moment on purpose? Nah, that was too egocentric of him to think.

Siobhan stood up and walked to Henrik's table while the sixth and last girl sat down in front of Bobby. She had long blonde hair, caramel eyes that looked like they could melt and pearly skin with freckles scattered around it, looking like sprinkles. Her delicate pinkish lips were glossing and her cheeks blushed slightly as she adjusted her purple bikini before moving her white bucket hat out of her eyes' way and leaving it over her lap.

She smiled at Bobby and there was something different in the way she looked at him. He tried to gaze at her, truly taking her all in. She was taller than most girls but not tall enough to pass him and, although she was also skinny, her body didn't look model-like as the other girls' did. With her long fingers, she combed her hair to the side, letting him discover the earrings on her left ear.

"So, McKenzie," she started, her voice sounding like an old song melody, "which farm animal is your favourite?"

He coughed, a nervous laugh escaping him. "What did you say?"

"Mine is always cows. Although I'm afraid of them."

Was he going crazy? Was this a dream? Why was a hot girl asking him about farm animals? Oh, he finally had gone insane.

"Cows?" His confused tone must've matched his face because she couldn't bite down her humorous smile. "I think… Maybe a sheep? Chicken?"

"Great choices!" She nodded before laughing. Was this an odd personality test? The girl waved him off. "Sorry. It's just a trick I learned to break the ice! I'm Astrid, 23, and I love pastries."

How convenient.

Bobby chuckled. He did feel a little more relaxed now. "I'm Bobby, 24, I make good pastries and you scared me the fuck out."

She half-shrugged. "It's better than being weirdly straightforward, right?" She raised a brow. "And this musical chairs game made me too tired to think properly."

"I just thought that." He narrowed his eyes, jokingly. "Are you reading my mind?"

"Surely, and I know you just thought I was hot!"

Well… Bobby smirked.

"Just kidding," she waved him off but then paused, leaning closer with a smirk. "Unless?"

He mirrored her, inching closer to her face as his cheeks blushed a little and he felt a smuggling look grow on his face. Flirting wouldn't hurt. "You do have some powerful mind-reading abilities."

"Or we are just on the same page," she winked at him before the buzzer went off again. She looked around, rolling her eyes. "I hate this sound so damn sound," she sighed, her eyes meeting his as soon as got up. "I'll see you next round, don't miss me too much."

"I don't think I'll bear your absence, lass!" He joked, making her giggle as she strolled back to Henrik.

He looked at them for a minute. They seemed so much like each other, from the blonde hair to the tall figure, looking like a proper couple. She was probably sent to Henrik. 100%. There it goes… the disappointment.

"Back!" He heard Emily's voice telling him but he didn't drop his eyes quite yet. Astrid was leaning further back onto the chair, her hat back on her head. "What are you looking at?"

She motioned to turn but Bobby stopped her with a wave of hands. "Nothing, nothing, just spaced out."

"Get it," she smiled at him. "So, Bobby, I have a super important question to ask you, are you ready to hear it?"

"Shoot me!" He looked at her, both of her hands playing with her bikini straps as she puckered her lips.

"Can we share a bed tonight?" She pleaded. "I really don't feel comfortable with any of the other boys…"

She appeared a bit shy now, her eyes averting his own pair as she shifted uncomfortably in her chair. Bobby felt sympathetic, a welcoming smile working on his lips. "Sure, of course! Don't think no one else will ask me, anyway."

"Oh!" Her face melted into relief. "Thank god!"

The girls turned around the boys' tables in a rather complex dance while Bobby slowly grew tired of it. He was already used to the pacing and routine with the original girls and now, he had to get used to six new girls at once, only for most of them to be gone in three days – if not all of them. At this rate, Bobby doubted any of the guys would switch couples and he knew the production was relying on him to do it, the same way the boys had pep-talked him into trying it out with one of the new girls.

So Bobby aimed to at least look like he was trying while talking to the girls. He learned Emily was a graphic designer that had too much patience for the market. Blake looked like she was not that much interested in Bobby but was asking questions anyway – a few of them being about his type and what he expected from a relationship but not in a romantic manner but a rather interview-like one.

Ali seemed to be the most chattering one but also the least romantically interested in him – besides Shannon, of course, who just used her time to ask Bobby about Rahim. She spoke sweetly and told him all about her job as a flight attendant and how family-oriented she was. It didn't take him too much time for Bobby to realise she was sent for the crane boy.

Siobhan was fun and seemed to be open to flirting a little bit but Bobby had a hunch it was more due to the fact that this was Love Island and flirting is exactly what they were supposed to do than real interest. She had a good chat, though, and he found it impressive that she had a successful modelling career.

His last girl was her. Astrid was a breath of fresh air in the middle of chaos. She was by fair the girl Bobby felt more attracted to and she was flirting with him the last round.

"So, any other animal questions for me?" Bobby asked her as soon as she sat down.

"Cats or dogs?" She shot back as she combed her hair with her fingers again, this time to the other side, revealing angel wings tattoos under her collarbone. "And you better answer it right!"

"Hmm," he rested his elbow on the table and his chin on his palm, tapping his nose with his index. "Dogs."

She sucked the air between her teeth, narrowing her hazel eyes. "Good boy." She hummed and nodded slowly, approvingly.

And that did something to him.

He cleared his throat, feeling his cheeks burn slightly. "So, what you thinking 'bout the Villa so far?"

"That Noah is a lil pretentious," she said with a giggle. "Nah, just kidding, I like it. You boys are a laugh, that's for sure."

"Have a favourite yet?" He raised his eyebrows, suggestively wiggling them and making her laugh.

Her laugh – her real laugh, not the restrained giggles she would occasionally show – was enchanting. She would hold a hand against her chest, close her eyes and tilt her chin up just a bit, while the loudest and most joyful sound Bobby had ever heard escaped her like a volcano. He could see as summer slipped around her and the Mallorca breeze folded just so it could blow her hair, and he couldn't help but wonder if she would taste like strawberries and happy mornings.

She composed herself, her cheeks, once pink, were almost red now. She nodded as her laugh died out and looked at him with glee in her eyes.

"Yes, I do," she bit down her lips, not for a moment dropping his gaze. "You."

He wanted to believe those words so much, every part of him wanted to. But his brain, oh his brain, it took things to a bitter side. She was saying this to every boy, he was almost certain. He couldn't let himself fall for it, give his heart to her just so she would dump his ass soon after.

But god, was she pretty while she was playing him.

"Did someone already ask you to share beds?" She wrinkled her nose almost as if asking him that was against her good judgement.

"Yep, Emily." He said, scratching his nape again. Was he nervous? Why was he nervous? He didn't owe her anything.

Like he had just popped a balloon, he watched Astrid sigh and deflate, slumping her shoulders and lowering her eyes. She looked upset and he caught himself frowning. Didn't Henrik invite her to share a bed?

"Well, I guess I lost this round, then," she sounded hurt as she spoke. "But don't worry, I'll have my way around… just try to keep my name in your mind from now on, ok?!"

As if Bobby could ever forget it.

After the speed dates were done, the boys were sent to pack their couples' bags as the new girls stood back, hanging by themselves next to the pool. As they walked together into the Villa, none of the boys said a single thing, holding a silence that was not common among them.

Bobby kneeled next to Marisol's cupboard, picking some sexy clothes for her to impress the Casa boys. The others were working similar to him, clothes and laces all scattered around the floor and vanities.

Bobby couldn't bear the silence.

"What are we feeling then, lads?" He asked them without glancing back, just hoping to get the conversation rolling.

"You tell us, Bobs, you're the one at the biggest risk," Noah stated as if he was talking about the weather. Such a steady voice.

Bobby only shrugged. "They all seem sound."

Gary hummed next to him. "I like the Ali girl, she got that energy."

Lucas snickered behind Gary, rolling his eyes. "I'm sure Lottie would love hearing that."

All the boys turned to face Gary. Throughout the summer, Lottie and Gary's relationship had been an emotional rollercoaster. From Day 1 when he was coupled up with Hannah – Lottie's so-called best friend in the Villa that she betrayed by kissing Gary on the terrace – until now, they had never really been smooth.

But Gary only shrugged. "Lottie's not here."

The boys gasped in unison but none of them dared to say anything. Bobby, at least, knew better than to middle into Gary his decisions.

"So, Gary is saying he's open to getting to know the new girls, what about the rest of you?" Noah asked, looking between the boys. "I, for one, am not interested."

Of course, not. God help if ½ of hashtag Nope tried to test new connections. Actually, Noah was so tightly restrained on this leash that even if Hope came back with a new guy, he would forgive her the next day. Bobby could only roll his eyes.

"I feel like Chelsea and I don't know each other that well, and that I owe myself to try It," Lucas declared. "Blake surely is my type and so is Astrid."

Yep, there it was. The handsome doctor had to be interested in the same girl Bobby was. He just had to.

"Personally, Astrid is someone I'd go for," and now Henrik was also interested, "But Siobhan is definitely a force of nature. Even so… I don't know if I should switch from Hannah."

Before Henrik came in, Hannah and Bobby were trying to keep each other safe. They had chosen each other for the last 2 recouples before Henrik and Chelsea stepped inside the Villa together, side to side, and the tall blonde lad saw something on Hannah that the others didn't. Now, Bobby was single and at risk again.

"I feel like Shannon and I clicked from the get-go," Rahim pondered from the other side of Noah. "She is a breath of fresh air, that's for sure."

Bobby raised one of his eyebrows at the golfer, who just shrugged. He didn't know Rahim was not feeling Priya anymore, at least not to the point where he would need a "breath of fresh air." He felt partially guilty for that, after all, Operation Nope was half his idea.

"So, Gary and Lucas are saying they'll be cracking on. Rahim is interested. Henrik is deciding. And I'm closed." Noah analyzed, nodding his head as he announced the names. When he finished, they all turned to look at Bobby. "What about you?"

Bobby shrugged, turning back to Marisol's bag as he throw another pair of bikinis inside. "Que sera, sera."

The boys kept going back and forth for a while about the girls, and even if they seemed interested in getting to know the girls, none of them was willing to be the first one to say so.

The day passed calmly after the boys chat, and as soon as the sun set and they were all ready for the evening, the production gifted them cheap champagne and some snacks as a little welcoming party for the Casa Amor girls.

It was impossible for Bobby not to notice how Emily was the loudest one of the bunch and also the girl that spent the day with the boys the most. While the other girls did try to talk with the boys, it was definitely Emily who did most of the talking. And now, as he was escaping the main group, he was almost glad that she was grabbing the others' attention.

Bobby sat down on the pool's border, letting his feet dip in the water as he swayed them back and forth. Under the Spanish weather, it was always a good time for him to be on the water, something that wasn't common in his hometown. Taking a deep breath, Bobby leaned back, supporting himself on his hands that rested against the grass.

"Do you mind if I sit down?" He heard a feminine voice he didn't recognise saying.

He tilted his head up to meet the owner of the voice, finding Astrid standing next to him. She was wearing a purple strapless crop top and white trousers that left her belly exposed. Her blonde hair was cascading against her back again and this time she had a black baseball cap over it.

"Be my guest!" He told her, watching her sitting next to him

"So, how are you feeling now?"

Bobby turned his body to her, tilting his head with a smile. "You are making it really hard for me not to say 'better now that I'm talking to you'."

Astrid giggled, mirroring his position. "I thought you would be more creative than that!"

Bobby averted her eyes, feeling his cheeks burn. "Sorry, pretty girls make me nervous."

"I'll take it as a compliment, then, Mr Love Island." She nudged him with her shoulder.

Bobby winced, cringing hard. The whole nation had seen him doing it. Fucking god. Most times he was completely oblivious to the camera, only acting as he would normally back home but since this Casa Amor thing had started, it felt almost like he was constantly being watched.

"Was it too embarrassing?"

"Are you kidding me?" Astrid asked, leaning forward with sparks in her eyes and a big smile. "It was awesome! Oh, my god, I love it! My favourite bit from the show. Priya's face, when she saw you were wearing her dress, was priceless."

He felt himself slowly appeasing, "Really?"

"Yeah!" She nodded, getting closer.

How honest was she being with him? Honestly, how honest any of these girls were being with any of them? As far as Bobby knew, they could all be just playing the game and trying to find a ticket to stay at the main Villa.

"You seem a little off," she said, her eyes gazing at his. "Do you miss the girls?"

"A little bit, to be honest," he said, averting her eyes as he watched the sun setting. "I was used to having them around."

Astrid hummed, turning to face the sky. "I get it. You did seem all very close on TV."

He dared to look at her, her profile looking so gorgeous against the shining fairy lights. She had a beauty mark on her cheek, a round nose and the biggest, blondest lashes he had ever seen. Like a painting, Bobby could spend days just looking at her and not even once he would be able to breathe.

She seemed upset, somehow, and he wanted to tell her he was sorry but the reason why never came to his mind. Instead, he tapped the brim of her cap and said, "Are you always covering your head?"

"What?" She turned to him, confused, but soon enough realised what he was talking about. "This?" She giggled and pointed to her cap. "I was hoping you would ask about it."

He frowned. "And why is that?"

"I saw it and thought it would look cute on you."

She grinned, leaning so close that their noses were almost touching. With a wink, she took her cap off her head and pressed it on his, and, before she backed off, she brushed the point of his nose with her fingertips.

"Boop."

And just like that, she was standing again, walking towards the kitchen with the crisps sack and her water bottle as Bobby watched her go with a burning face, a dry mouth and a racing heart.

God, these three days were going to be like torture.

Sweet but torture nonetheless.

Shortly after that, Bobby rejoined the rest of the boys as the girls climbed the stairs to the dressing room. They got ready to bed, still discussing whether they should try it with the new girls or not – a topic which was starting to bore him.

He heard as Lucas kept saying how unsafe he felt in his relationship with Chelsea and Gary going on and on about how he was in two minds about giving the new girls a chance. Rahim seemed to be the boy with the most interest in getting to know them and Noah stabilished he was sleeping on the daybeds.

"... I think she was sent for Bobby, anyway," he heard Henrik saying, making him tear his eyes off the door and turn to the guys.

"Who?" He asked.

"Emily, bruv," Gary told him, sitting next to him on the bed. "She's just… you."

"I don't think she's Bobby's type," Noah frowned.

"What? No! She's a right laugh, she's hyper and she's loud."

"You just described Chelsea," Lucas said with a roll of eyes.

"Or Bobby in a skirt," Noah concluded, sitting on the other bed right in front of Bobby.

Bobby shook his head. "I'm not hyper," he said, making the other five boys turn to him. "What? I'm not."

"I thought we were trying to find out which girl was sent to who?" Rahim slipped into the conversation as he put his sleeping shorts on.

"And I'm telling you that Emily is for Bobby," Gary insisted with a serious tone.

"And I'm saying they are not fucking treats!" Lucas frowned.

But Gary just shrugged Lucas' remark off and kept talking to Noah. "If not Emily, who do you think is Bobby's type, then?"

"Can you two stop talking like I'm not here?" Bobby chimed in.

Noah was about to say something else when his eyes diverged to a spot behind him. He nodded for Bobby to look at it, making him turn and find Emily getting inside the room with Siobhan.

"Is it ok if I lay down now?" Emily asked him as soon as she parted ways with Siobhan.

"Sure!" Bobby said, getting up. "I'll sleep outside with Noah and Gary anyways."

Noah stated first that he was sleeping outside, so Siobhan would have their bed all for herself. After talking with Ali, Gary decided that it was for the best if he also slept outside for at least one night – to honour his relationship with Lottie, or whatever. And since Emily looked uncomfortable earlier, Bobby decided to tag along with the other boys.

"Oh," Emily said, looking down but immediately turned back at him with a smile. "It sounds fun."

"If you like snoring…" he joked, rolling his eyes in good fun as she let a small laugh out.

"Let's go then, boys," Bobby heard Noah saying before he felt the taller boy's hands on his shoulder and dragged him out of the bedroom.

"Jesus Christ, Bobs," Gary said behind them as they walked out of the room and towards the daybeds. "The girl was basically begging you to sleep there."

Bobby clicked his tongue, shoving Gary. "Nah, mate, she told me she was uncomfortable sleeping with guys like that."

"Yeah, sure," Gary huffed.

When they got to the daybeds, Noah and Gary decided to share a bed – mostly because Gary was used to snoring, having Lottie sleeping beside him for a while now – and Bobby was given the spare one, happily enough to have space for himself. It was weird, to say the least, sharing a bed with Hannah and Marisol, especially when he could hear all the other couples getting down to business.

He laid down on the empty bed, watching the stars in the sky, his eyes trying to get used to the constant lights coming from everywhere. He always slept in the total dark, hating even when rooms didn't have curtains, and now, here he was, sleeping outside.

The sound of steps took him off his thoughts as he saw a silhouette making its way to the daybeds with a pillow under her arms, a bottle of water in her hands and a smile that told him she was up to no good. Astrid came out of the dark, making the boys gasp in surprise – or delight, you call it – from seeing her wearing nothing but a robe and her underwear.

It was definitely a sight for sore eyes.

"Boys!" She exclaimed, smiling from ear to ear. "I can't believe it, you decide to sleep outside, too?"

Too. Wait. Was she sleeping there? Bobby watched as her eyes scanned both Gary and Noah before landing on him and staying. "Didn't Henrik say he could share with you?" Noah asked her.

"He's not the guy I'd like to share with," she answered, without taking her eyes off Bobby. "Besides, I love camping! Maybe we should build a blanket fort?"

The two other boys turned to look at Bobby and he could feel their humoured grins and hints of joy in their eyes, almost being able to hear their thoughts. She was sent for you. Deep down, he silently agreed, wondering if it was by the producers or destiny.

Astrid walked to the daybed he was laying and left her bottle and phone by its side. She then smiled and tilted her head, making her hair move with it.

"Is it ok if we share beds tonight, Bobby?" She asked him with a sweet, sweet voice that made him wonder if everything she would tell him would sound so good.

"Course," Bobby said, moving over so she would have the bigger size for herself.

She offered him a smile in exchange, to which he corresponded, before getting under the duvet. She turned to him, propping up on her elbow, hands supporting her head. "I told you I'd have my way around it."

Part Two.

The next phone to pop off was Astrid’s. Before she knew what she was doing, the surge of excitement had her on her feet, already screaming the words to everyone, “Kiss the three Islanders you fancy the most!”

Astrid had Bobby, her lips were on his lips before she could even register the shock on his face. She didn’t have time to think about it, to appreciate the electrified drumming of her heart at this. In one moment she was being told to kiss who she fancied most, in the next it was just Bobby, all Bobby, and there was nothing more to it. She grinned stupidly as she pushed away, darting off to the next guy.

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