#// sorry the eye colouring is so weird i did it on my phone on a moving bus haha

[lamoree-rody]

hey bro I lost my FOREVER WEED BROWNIE that was in that suspiciously open box that says "DO NOT EAT" and you have brownie crumbs on your face. you know where my FOREVER WEED BROWNIE is?

"........"

"...No?"

[luveline]

Hiiii sugarplum. I would absolutely adore some stripper reader x Hotch maybe like some of him comforting her or just coming to visit like outside of the case and some fluff 🥰🥰

ty for requesting!! fem

You’re texting on the wall outside of work when a shadow cuts across the streetlight illuminating your lap. Your head flinches up, phone to your chest, but the man standing in front of you isn’t one you’ve ever been scared of. “Fuck, Aaron, you scared me,” you say with a nervous laugh. 

He smiles at you in his gentle, unassuming way. “Sorry. I took care to scuff my shoes as I walked.”

“Oh, you took care,” you say. Your smile is far less gentle than his; your cheeks apple, your words coloured with it. “I was in my own world.” 

“I thought we talked about you coming outside alone.”

“Did we?” you ask, the short wall you’re sitting on biting into your hands and thighs as you tip back to grin at him teasingly. “Gosh, I’m sorry, Mr. Hotchner, I can’t seem to remember any such talk.” 

“Mm.” He rolls his eyes. “You don’t remember that?” 

“Don’t recall, no.”

“So you also won’t remember the conversation we had about flowers.” 

Your first date, your only date, and your first bouquet. He’d given you flowers and read the embarrassment on your face immediately. You aren’t the kind of girl who gets flowers. 

What’s wrong? he’d asked. 

You’d held the flowers to your chest, something in you worried he’d take them away, though you’re almost positive he’s incapable of being cruel like that. Do I look stupid? 

Of course you don’t. 

There hadn’t been much else to say about the flowers, until after the evening had gone well, and he’d asked you for another date. High with the delight of knowing Spencer’s nice, handsome boss doesn’t just think you’re pretty, he likes you, you’d said Sure, if you bring me another lovely bouquet, we can go on as many dates as you like. 

Aaron pulls the bouquet from behind his back. Petals bounce off of his tie, pinks and whites and baby blues against his black blazer and pristine white shirt as he taps his chest. They’re beautiful, and far too many. 

“Are they really for me?” you ask. You’ve never seen such a big bouquet in your life. It’s a wonder they fit behind his back. 

The strangest thing about dating him has been his sudden propensity for moments of shyness. “That depends,” he says, the slightest hint of nerves in his otherwise dulcet tone, “are they nice enough?” 

“They’re the prettiest flowers I’ve ever seen.” You stand up and hold out your hands, pull them back to your chest, and then hold them back out again. You can’t not want them. 

He hands them off to you. 

It must be weird for him to meet you like this. He’s very high up the ladder of his career, and it doesn’t make much sense for him to fall for you. You’re younger, less educated, less prestigiously employed. You hadn’t understood what it was about you that pulled him in, but you can remember how clearly he told you he was interested in you. No shame. Not a hint of reluctance. He’s bringing you flowers outside of the stripclub, ignoring the fact that you’re in sweatpants and a tight corset-type bra, and he hasn’t looked at your body once. 

“I was just texting you,” you say, opening your phone to press send on the text waiting in the hot bar. 

Aaron’s phone immediately pings. 

He reads it quickly. It isn’t a long message. Hi, handsome. Want to pick me up tonight? 

If he’d said yes or no didn’t matter, because you’d just wanted to talk to him, and here he is. 

He finally ducks in. A half side step into your reach, his face angled down, he kisses you chastely on the lips and everything fades away. The neon pink at your feet, the buzzing streetlights and the passing cars, the steady thump of music from three different buildings, it all disappears under his warm hand. He kisses you, and he hugs you to his chest, careful not to crush your flowers. You could glow from the inside out. 

He’s still smiling as he pulls away. “Are you hungry?” he asks softly. 

“So hungry.” 

“We can get anything you want.” 

“Really? What if I want the same as last time?” 

It had been expensive and you’d felt vaguely underdressed. Aaron doesn’t baulk. “Anything you want… You may need to wear my jacket, though. I don’t think your current outfit adheres to their dress code.” 

You push the flowers just under his nose. “Funny.”

[grahstumhurts]

2. Putting it into gear

Cheerleader!Megan x Loser Band Member!Reader

A/N Not proof read lol so it might have some weird wording and shit.

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The late May air is starting to feel slightly humid and hot as it usually does by this time, Megan's waiting outside. Leaning on the side of the school fence looking effortlessly beautiful as she does.

“Hey” you greet her, “What did you need to talk about?” She looks up from her phone, then looks around behind you to see if people are watching.

“Look, I owe you an apology and-” 

“That's an understatement.” You cut her off. “Two years of ignoring me should get me something better than an apology”

“Just hear me out” 

She looks you in the eyes, Her pupils glistening with the caramelised apple colour it's always been.

“Please,” 

“Fine” You cross your arms in anticipation “You gonna tell me or what?”

“I need to fake date you, for friendship reasons I guess.” Obviously that stuns you, A girl you had a crush on for the past ten years of your life is suddenly asking you to fake date her. 

“What?” Your face contorts in a mix of surprise and confusion “Why me?”

“You're the only gay person I know, I’m trying to come out to them and they won't believe me till I date someone who fits their “Gay” vision” She sighs, her face portrays her obviously conflicted emotions. “Look its okay if you won't do it, You don't owe me anything especially since i abandoned you but at least sleep on it for me.”

She pauses, trying to read your face, noticing the slight differences in your eyes.

“I also needed to say sorry, I wasn't there when I promised I would be.” 

“I wont accept your apology for now, you need to earn my trust back, Megan.”

 You sigh at the dilemma, do you chose to help her with her fake dating thing, or do you leave her behind. 

“I’ll help you under one condition, We will stay friends afterwards.” 

You expect her to say no, the wavering tone in your voice saying so.

“Thank you so much, seriously I appreciate this. I owe you, N/n” She hugs you, Her scent lingering of fresh citrus and light berries. Her arms wrap around your waist, you instinctively wrap your arms around her shoulders.

“We need to figure out a plan for this whole situation.” You comment as you two break the hug, still feeling the lingering warmth of her. 

“Are you free this week to meet up?” 

“Tuesdays and Thursdays I meet up with my band, any other day we can meet up after school.”

“How about wednesday? I have practice, can you come watch and we can go somewhere after?” The thought of her friends seeing you makes your skin crawl as your reputation with these “Popular” people is not exactly great. Considering that you and Lara are the ones who stand up to Greg when he feels the need to degrade Yoonchae. You may or may not have gotten into some physical altercations with said Greg. 

“Sure, It’ll sell the idea that we are dating a bit more,” It’s a trade off that is worth it to make Megan happy. You shrug just as her phone rings, Her ringtone was not the same as the one you had remembered her to have. It had been her favourite song, Perfect Lover by Britney Spears. But now it's one of those default ones, Removing some of the personality from her.

“Yeah?"

"Oh, Okay."

"I’ll see you soon, Mom. Love you bye”

You can vaguely hear her moms voice throughout the quick phone call, her familiar tone isn't something you can forget easily. 

“You gotta go I assume?” you pick at your nails, “I can walk you home if you want?” You look up to her, trying to gauge her reaction through her body language. “Unless you dont want me to.. You know what forget i even said-”

“NO!” She suddenly cuts you off mid sentence “I mean, No” She clears her throat repeating her affirmation in a softer tone, “it’d be nice for my mom to see you again, She used to ask me about you all the time.” She presses her lips into a line, her face covered with embarrassment. 

“Lead the way,” You slightly smile at the thought that her mom still wondered where you had been all this time, She starts walking in the direction of her house. Making small talk to catch up on each others lives during the two years of absence, Your hands brushing together as you walk on the pavement.

“I missed you, you know that right?”

The smallness in her voice juxtaposes her usually large demeanour.

“I hoped you did,”

You chuckle slightly,

“I missed you too.”

“This is me,” she stops in front of the house you used to know, “You wanna stay for dinner? I mean you don't have to or anything.”

“Sure, It’ll be nice to say hi to your mom.” She leads you into her house, The recognisable scent of her moms cooking wafting into your nostrils. Filling your senses with memories of years prior. “Do we have to fake date in front of your mom aswell?” You tease her, Slipping off your shoes.

“Yeah, I guess so..” She replies nervously, just as her Mom wraps around the corner from the kitchen. “Hey, I brought home a special someone.” 

“Oh my gosh, YN! I didn't realise you were coming tonight for dinner.” She embraces you in a warm hug. “Feels like I haven't seen you in forever.” She lightly jabs at Megan with her elbow. 

“Just been busy with school work and college applications, you know how it is.” You lightly giggle at Megan’s mom’s actions. “Glad to see you Mrs. Skiendiel”

“Oh please, Yn. You know not to call me that, Just aunty is okay.” 

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“Wow aunty, this is seriously delicious.” You moan as you wolf down the rice and pork on your plate. “I'm grateful that your cooking skills haven't deteriorated in the period I haven't seen you” You say in between bites.

“Im happy you like it, feel free to come over and eat when you want to, Honey” She chuckles

“Uhm Mom, We have something to talk about with you.” Megan’s words shift the energy at the table. You swallow your latest bite and glance at Megan, Giving her a reassuring look. 

“You guys are dating? I know, it's not that much of a shock.” Aunty takes the words out of Megan's mouth, “I've been patiently waiting when you two would realise your feelings for eachother. I have a standing bet with your mom, Yn.” She matter-a-factly comments,

“No funny business in my house alright?” 

“Yes aunty, I don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready. Don't worry”

You try to clear the air quickly, Megan grabs your hand on the table. Interlocking her fingers with your ring clad ones, The slightly cold metal meeting her warm skin. The embarrassment of your words settling in with the two of you.

“I wouldn't dare hurt Megan, I hope you know that aunty.” You stupidly grin at her.

“I know, Yn. Just double checking, I know how you teenagers can be.” She lets out a deep sigh of relaxation. “I have some work to do. all I need you guys to do is the dishes, can you two handle that?” She squints her eyes at us, 

“Yeah, dont worry about it, Mom.” Megan stands and starts clearing the plates from the table, You follow her actions grabbing plates and silverware and bringing them to the sink in the kitchen. 

“I’ll be in the office working if you need me, Good night you two.” Megan’s Mom announces before the door closes.

“Oh my god i swear that was the most awkward i've been with your mom in forever.” You let out a deep sigh as you lean against the kitchen counter, Megan places down the rest of the dishes.

“Yeah no that was really awkward.” She giggles “Yes aunty i don't plan on doing anything with Megan till she's ready” She mockingly says in your tone of voice. You shove her shoulder lightly. 

“Come on lets finish the dishes, I rinse, you dry?” You stand over the sink, turn on the sink and scrub the dinner plates with a soapy sponge.

“Mhm, sounds like a solid plan” She hums, picking up the drying towel from the towel rack as you start to hand her some rinsed dishes. You cheekily smile to yourself as you get a devious idea. Megan is suddenly met with a warm splash of water from the sink head

“You did not just do that” She looks at you astonished, Mouth agape. “You little shit, Yn” 

“Such hurtful words require punishment” You giggle as you spray her with more water,

“What the fuck!” She squeals, feeling the water soak her shirt, “that's not fair, i don't have a sink to spray you too.” Suddenly it seems as Megan gets an idea for your payback.

“Come here, YN. Give me, your girlfriend, A hug. why don't you?” 

“No! I'm not gonna hug you, Meg. You gotta catch me first.” She roars with laughter as she chases after you in the kitchen. 

“Im gonna get you!” She loudly shouts, Running you into the corner of the kitchen.

“I’ve got you trapped now don't i?” She pants.

“I guess so, And what are you gonna do about it?”

You tease her, She pulls you into a wet hug “Eughhhh, it's so cold” You groan feeling her damp top spread the water on your shirt. She pulls away, Snickering at the sight of your now also damp shirt, 

“You get what's coming for you.”

“Can i atleast borrow a shirt or something?” You pull your shirt away from your chest to unstick it from your skin.

“Yeah, Come on. Let's go upstairs and dry off.” She grasps her hand with yours, Her nails graze your wrist. She drags you up the stairs into her room. You stare in awe, It looks similar to when you were last here but different at the same time.

“You took down the BTS posters?” You take a glance at her as she rummages through her closet for two shirts.

“Figured it was time to grow up i guess” She sighs and pulls out the shirts. 

“You sure it wasnt just your new friends pressuring you? Not that it really matters honestly, just curious.”

“Yes its fine, seriously, YN. I dont get whats your problem is right now, they were just posters.” She throws a purple oversized shirt at you.

“Just asking, No offence and all that” You exhale deeply, “Should i go to the bathroom and change or?” She just nods and you take that as your sign to leave the room.

You reenter the room and she's laying on her bed, Phone in hand. You knock on the door frame, she glances up then pats the side of the bed for you to sit down.

“Sorry by the way. Its not really my place to ask those types of questions.” You sit on the end of her bed.

“Its okay, I'm sorry too by the way. I overreacted a tad.” You observe as she hesitates to interlock hands, You take action as you interlock your pinkies together. 

"I guess i realized how much you've changed. And i guess i wasn't ready to fully realize it." You lay next to her, Brushing shoulders.

[minjix]

Behind the lens → Vinnie Hacker x camerawoman!reader

summary: in which he sees her behind the camera

warnings: fluff omgggg, Vinnie being a shy boy + Vinnie being confident ughhhh also simp!Vinnie ;)

a/n: i took a small break from writing because my home situation hasn’t been that great and it affected my mental health which also affected my writing but i’m baaaaack :)))

word count: 1.0k

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He always felt awkward in front of cameras, something he wished to out grow with the years passing by, but yet there he was fumbling with his hands behind his back as they set up the recording room.

The table in front of him was filled to the brim with products from the infamous Wish site, from face masks to knives. It didn’t settle his worries.

He turned to Noah asking as to what they were waiting for.

“Y/n” the boy responded, his eyes glued to his phone screen. Vinnie’s brows furrowed in confusion. Who’s Y/n?

“Who’s-“ Noah interrupted him, “our new camera woman, the last guy quit last week.”

“Oh, okay.” He sighed. Now he would even be more uncomfortable.

A girl walked into the room with a nervous smile on her face, “LA traffic sucks, sorry for being late.” She quickly got ready, unzipping her backpack and taking out equipment far beyond Vinnie’s knowledge. He only saw wires and black boxes connected to said wires.

“It’s cool,” Noah finally put his phone away and helped her prep the camera. Vinnie looked anywhere else but her, knowing first hand how awkward he felt with eye contact.

He gulped when she stepped forward and cleared her throat, she lifted her hand, a black device in her grasp. “Gotta get you mic'd up,” he nodded softly and took a deep breath when she asked him to lift his shirt so she could attach the mic to his pants. He complied but he wanted to disappear.

He gulped when she attached the actual mic to the neck of his shirt, his eyes unintentionally taking her in. She was beautiful. Her smile promised to punch a hole in his heart and he found himself flustered with the small distance between the two. “…and done,” she gave him a wink that burned his cheeks a bright red. She quickly got behind the camera after testing the sound.

“And action.” Vinnie smiled, god was she beautiful.

Noah did the introduction whilst Vinnie stood beside him with a small and laid back smile, his eyes finding hers as she stood behind the camera. During the duration of the video Vinnie found himself relaxing with each eye contact and shy smile’s shared between the two.

His body warmed when he heard her muffled laugh as they tested the weird products, her eyes gleaming as she looked on. And for the first time in a long time, Vinnie felt comfortable under a strangers gaze. He couldn’t explain it, even if he wanted to.

He remembered hearing about knowing when you met the right person, but he quickly decided to stop before he made it worse for himself. She could easily be dating someone, he thought to himself.

Noah cleared his throat to get Vinnie’s attention. The tattooed blonde’s eyes were stuck on Y/n, his cheeks dusted with colour. Beck sniggered to himself as he and Vinnie continued on with the video, easily knowing Hackers tell signs. It was too obvious.

“Thank you so much for watching and remember to like and subscribe,” Noah's voice sounded muffled in his head. He really did try to turn back to the camera but his eyes wouldn’t, no couldn’t leave yours. No matter how hard he tried. He didn’t try.

“…and cut!” Your voice reminded him of a slap to the face and he found himself glued to his spot whilst you started to pack, his head screaming at him to say something, introduce himself, ask you out–

A hand to his shoulder pushed him towards you, he found himself cursing Noah out when he found himself before you, the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. And he’d seen plenty, but not you. Definitely not you.

“Hey–I’m Vinnie,” he stuttered, your eyes meeting his and a smile grew on your face. You laughed softly aware of Noah’s prying eyes. “I know, and I’m-“

“Y/n,” you looked at him curiously and the tattooed boy found himself even more flustered. “Noah, he uh told me.”

You nodded and reached down to grab your backpack but a tanned hand reached for it before you did, “let me help you.” You noted how red his face was, his eyes shifting everywhere. You also noted the veins in his tattooed arms. “Thank you,” you were flustered too.

“Of course,”

The walk to the car was quiet, a loud silence between the two of you as you walked through the lavish house. “Uhm, so is this your permanent job or-“ he stuttered, your bag thrown over his shoulder. It was heavy.

You snorted, a small smirk on your lips. “Yep, unless Noah fires me.”

“He won’t.” You looked at him curiously, now having reached your car.

“And why’s that?” He swallowed the lump in his throat, his eyes connected to yours, standing over you.

“Because it’d make me look bad if I were to ask you out and having to go through the awkward moment of my best friend firing you.”

You laughed and his smile grew on his lips, that’s a win, he thought to himself. The air between you both became lighter, easier to breathe, manageable.

“If you were to ask me out?” You tilted your head, “so you’re not going to?”

He set your bag down beside him and stepped closer to your form, his height blocking the sun casting a cool shadow over your body. Though it was quickly heating up in anticipation.

His smile was ever still present in his full lips. “Fine,” he cleared his throat, his hand reaching out to grasp yours, his fingers entangling themselves around yours. “Y/n, will you let me take you out tomorrow?”

You laughed, your face warm and your heart beating faster than normal, “yes Vinnie, you can take me out tomorrow.”

He turned away from you with a grin, “You heard that Noah? She said yes!” He yelled towards the mansion, a figure by the door. “Yep!” He yelled back, “I heard!”

You both laughed, “I’ll call you tonight, if that’s okay?” He asked you softly. You sighed happily, “yeah, that’s definitely okay.”

“Okay?” You chuckled, his hand still in yours.

“Okay. I know you’re trying to do Vinnie,” A playful look took over his eyes. “Please let me say it,” he begged, still smiling.

You relented, “Fine.”

“Perhaps ‘okay’ will be our ‘always’”.

[fandomfiz]

@and-bone-appetit  DID I MAKE IT?!?!?! TW: BLOOD ( and potential EYE STRAIN....)

Well this was time crunching! man Tumblr hated me today. This will technically mark my 1st post! AND 1st DTIYS! WOOOO- 🎉🎉🎉AS WELL AS HAPPY 100 FOR YOU!!!!!!! 🎉🎉🎉 Anyways! I really did enjoy creating this as this was a new style (hyperpop). Horrortale has to be my favourite AU ever. So starting off my first DTIYS with my most drawn character was very comforting as I knew I could get him right :) I loved seeing everyone else’s art SO MUCH as each new one would fuel me more for my own submission! The quality and stuff is going to look incredibly weird or inconsistent as I started off on paper with traditional drawing with water colours THEN uploaded it onto ibisPaintX for the background THEN to my phone’s notes app for the rest of the colouring and rendering. (Yes, I used the notes app over ibisPaint. I'm sorry it scares me…) so: \/ \/ \/ CLOSE UPS! \/ \/ \/

[bonbonchocolates]

Taxi

Yandere Jungkook x Reader

Summary: When you take the wrong taxi.....

Warnings: yandere jungkook, obsessive behaviour, non-con touching, smut (not descriptive)

A/N: Again originally from my Wattpad account. If you like it please leave a like.

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You checked the time on your wrist watch.

9:45pm

It read.

You are really late today it's all because of your rude and arrogant boss. Sometimes you feel like to kill him. You don't know why he is always after you, giving you more work than others, making you work at late hours.

What problem does he have with me?

You thought.

It is already too late. Now your mother will scold you as soon as you reach home. But still you want to return back home as soon as possible. You know it is not safe for a young girl to be out at this time. Moreover, recently a lot of young girls are going missing and you don't want to be one of them.

You booked a taxi but it still had not arrived. You are waiting for it patiently for the last fifteen minutes.

Then you finally heard the honk of a car, indicating your taxi has arrived. You could not get more happy and this. You rushed towards your taxi. You quickly opened the door, got inside and closed it.

As soon as you closed the door the driver started the taxi and towards your way home. Just then you got a call, you checked your phone, it was from your mother. You quickly picked it up.

On Call:

Y/M: Y/N dear where are you?

You: I'm in a taxi on my way home.

Y/M: Why are you so late?

You: Mom you already know my boss.

Y/N: Oh yeah. Come back fast, you heard the news, right?

You: Yes mom.

Y/M: Ok bye.

You: Bye Mumma.

With that you ended the call. You were busy in the call that you could not notice that the route the driver took was not the way to your home. As you looked outside you noticed it.

And you panicked.

"Excuse me"

(In Jimin's voice. Hahaha. Sorry, back to the story)

The driver looked at the rear view mirror to look at you. You knew that you grabbed his attention but you could not see his whole face. You couldn't see his eyes because he wore a black coloured cap.

"This is not the way to my house."

You told him but he just shrugged it off. After a long moment of silence he finally decided to speak.

"Mam, this is the shortcut."

He said in a husky voice. After hearing it you felt relaxed and you believed it because it's only been a year since you came to this city. The only strange thing is that you felt like that you heard the driver's voice somewhere but you decided to ignore it.

(Typical Y/N thing)

You checked on your phone and found a message from an unknown number.

Unknown: Mam, where are you?

You: Who are you?

Unknown: Your taxi driver, mam. Actually I have been waiting for the past half an hour but I can't find you.

You: What are you saying I already got my taxi and I am on my way back home.

It was really weird. Did the company sent two taxis for you? You then just to confirm you opened and found that the taxi that you booked arrived five minutes later you boarded the taxi.

What? How can this happen?

You then quickly opened google map on your phone and found your location to be 2 kilometres away from your house.

You panicked and as soon as you looked at the rear view mirror you found the cab driver stealing glances at you from the rear view mirror. Now you can see his whole face, he looked oddly familiar.

You quickly dialled the emergency number and waited for them to pick it up but as soon as they picked it up, someone snatched your phone away from you and threw it out of the window of the car.

(I wrote it as emergency number because all the countries have different emergency numbers and I have not mentioned which country this story takes place. So you can imagine as your country.)

You looked at the driver who gave out an evil smile. You were terrified of him.

"Who are you? And where are you taking me?"

You asked with all the courage that you had gained.

He then stopped the car and looked back at you. As soon as you saw his whole face you were shocked.

"Don't tell me that you already forgot me, love?"

Flashback:

You were currently at the last year of high school. One day when it was lunch time, you saw the one and only Jeon Jungkook, the most popular playboy of the school approaching you. He is in the last year of college.

(I don't know if such schools exist or not. Please let me know.)

But why is he coming towards you when you always wanted to stay a mile away from him.

He came towards you and did something that you never expected him to do in his whole life.

He took your right hand on his left hand and got down on his knees. Everyone was staring at you. You hated attention and and wanted to disappear from there.

"Y/N the moment my eyes fell on you, I felt something strange which I never felt before. I know that I'm a playboy but I'm ready to change that for you. I really love you Y/N. I want you to be in my life. Will you become my girlfriend and maybe my future wife? Please don't say no I love you very much."

Everybody started to clap. You looked at his face, his eyes were filled with hope and love for you. You contemplated what to do? It's not like Jungkook is a bad person but the only problem is that he is a playboy. Each and every week he has a new girl with him.

"Y/N"

The sound of his voice brought you out of your thoughts. You once again looked at his eyes. You don't know why but his feelings for you seemed genuine but still you can't trust him because it can be one of his bet with his friends.

"Sorry Jungkook but I can't be with a playboy like you."

You tried your best to sound kind and gentle. You quickly withdraw your hand from his and ran away.

End Of Flashback

After that he never approached you again. You assumed it was one of his bet with his friends. The next year your father got transferred to another city so you all shifted from there. You never saw or heard of Jungkook again until now.

"J-Ju-Jungkook"

You shuttered.

"So you remember me, good."

In a moment he was at the back seat near you. You tried to open the door of the car but he was quick to grab you.

"Don't you dare try to escape me"

He warned you.

You were terrified you had no idea why he was doing all this. Is it just because of a simple rejection? You didn't even have the courage to question him.

His hand then went down to your pants and he tried to pull it down. But before he could do anything you tried to push his hands away but he was too strong. So your attempt to push his hands away went to vain.

"Let me do what I want or othe-"

"P-ple-please l-leave me"

You begged in him. You don't know when you started sobbing. You kept on begging in front of him but he just gave you a smirk.

In a moment he ripped off your pants along with your undergarments. Now your lower body was completely naked and he could see it clearly. You were embarrassed and started to cry even more in the fear of what is about to happen to you. You tried to hide yourself from his gaze but he stopped you by grabbing your thighs.

"You are beautiful, love. Don't hide from me."

You then saw him opening the zipper of his pants and pulling down his boxers. Now you were well aware of his intentions.

In a moment both his pants and boxers were gone and he lined his member near your entrance. You wiggled about but he grabbed you and without any preparation he pushed his hard member in your entrance.

You screamed.

It hurts a lot and without letting you adjust to his size he started to move. You kept on crying due to the pain and there was no pleasure in it. While you cried he kept on moaning and groaning.

"For others it may be a simple rejection but not for me."

Saying that he kissed on your forehead.

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[miffy-00]

a great idea just popped into my head and it’s all about artist!jean

i think he began to love art when he was 5 or 6 after he went to this museum with his mother

there was this one painting that he couldn’t move away from. he had so many questions that he couldn’t fully articulate at his age. however he knew he loved the painting. the brush strokes. the simplistic colours. it was powerful. he had to be physically dragged away he loved it that much he talked the wholeeee day about it

after that he would draw almost everyday and eventually progressed to painting as well. side note i even think he begged his mum for those copic markers (he never got them and cried for days)

he would talk about art read about art literally his hyperfixation

but when he was in high school he was drawing as he usually does but then eren catches sight and he’s like

“WHAT IS THATTTT HAHAHAHA” he’s relentless he’s getting other people to stare at it and everything and poor jean isn’t even that bad but after that day he just stops occasionally do it at home

he’s probably like “shut up man you can’t even do shit..” in that like in emoji on tiktok AAAAA i can’t describe it

i think he picks up art again after going to another museum he got sent about it and was like why not ?

he was out of school, eren and him both matured (ish) and even when he put it down he still loved it

and he did ! he was just sooo happy and took so many pictures and was even writing down notes in his phone about it so he can fully remember this day.

he’s looking at the same painting again and it’s just you and him looking at it. it takes up the whole wall.

“it’s so…sad.” you say

“you really think so ? huh…”

“ what ? you don’t think so ?”

“ i mean sure.. but it’s freeing in some strange way..but i don’t know maybe that’s just me.” he smiles at you “i’m jean by the way.”

“nice to meet you” you smile softly “and i guess i’ve never looked at the painting like that…thank you”

“you’re welcome”

you roll your eyes and let a laugh. you guys sit in silence whilst looking at the painting. the whispered conversations shuffling of the feet, the occasional camera shutter. it’s comforting. you guys were exchanging thoughts and feelings without even saying a word.

jean is struggling to keep his eyes on the painting. he shifts his focus to the painting and to you. he’s hoping you don’t catch him.

your deep brown skin, it has undertones of red and orange. your jet black coils are bouncing off your shoulders and framing your face. your large framed tortoise glasses are sliding down your nose. the gloss on your lips shine brightly due to the overhead light. maybe he would use oil pastels or watercolour to paint you. pencil and acrylic was he excelled at but he was willing to experiment to capture your feature. you truly looked like you belonged in a painting.

“what?” you laugh nervously as jeans warm light brown eyes were staring right into your soft dark brown eyes.

“nothing. sorry” he laughs and rubs the back of his neck. “…has anyone ever drawn you or..painted you before ?”

“omg what ? no. never before why, do you want to-“

“draw you ? yeah. if that’s cool with you obviously. “

“um..”

“i’m not trying to be weird-“

“i don’t see why not” you smile softly.

and that is when jean found his new muse !

a/n: i hope you guys liked it i thought it was really cute ! aside from the ending it was soo rushed and this time i did a black reader just because i want black girls to be appreciated ! i hope you don’t mind ! i would love any feedback :))

[hannahssimblr]

I’m running again. It is the hottest day of the year, with the sun blazing down on me, but I’m running anyway, because this is what I do. It's become the pattern of my life. I sleep like shit. I get up, I run, I shower, and then I sleep the afternoon away. 

This morning at six, I talked to Alison. She was in the airport, crying in a bathroom stall. 

“It’s so weird that literally nobody knows I’m here,” she said. “The last time I left the country was for our school tour to Rome, can you imagine? That now I’m doing this?”

“You’re going to be okay,” I said, though I didn’t really know it to be true. How could I? Who am I to even say that to her, as if I could ever be sure? As if I am a person capable of making anything okay. I think that all I ever did was fail her, and she is alone and scared today, so I am failing her again. 

“I would have come with you,” I told her, in a voice that sounded weak and pathetic to my own ears. 

“I didn’t think I wanted you to, but now I do,” her sob echoed off the bathroom tiles. “Now that I’m here, I don’t want to be on my own anymore.”

“I can still come,” I said, but it was a lie. It was too late. I suppose that’s always been the nature of our relationship. I’ve acted too late, and reached her when the damage has already been done. 

For the rest of my life, I’ll think of Alison and feel regret. Her face and that feeling, intertwined forever. 

When we hung up, I stared out at the sea for a long time, the gentle pull of the tide, felt the heat of the sun that poured in the window that reminded me I was real and alive, then I put on my shoes and went for a run. 

It’s a day for swimming, not for running. The sea is still and glasslike today, clear turquoise and gently washing over the shore, as seagulls draw lazy circles overhead. I will swim, just not now, not while there are still heavy thoughts in my head. 

It seems I am the only person in town stupid enough to run on a day like this. I know sunbathers are watching me as I go, and I catch snippets of their incredulous remarks. “What is he at?” someone mutters to his friend. “He’ll be dead before he gets to the end of the beach, I’d say.”

I might be. Within minutes, my t-shirt clings to my body and sweat from my hair dribbles into my eyes. It stings. I wipe my brow with my arm, which is salty with sweat and unhelpful, so I commit to partial blindness for the rest of the run, kept on track by the slash of shore to my right. 

The beach is a blur of colour. Towels scatter the sand, and the vague suggestion of parasols jut above the masses of flesh coloured blobs, but the shape of her is unmistakable. She’s coming in my direction with her phone to her ear, ambling along the strip of damp sand the tide washed earlier. I can’t hear what she’s saying. There’s too much noise, but she hangs up abruptly as soon as I reach her. 

“Hi, Evie!” I wipe my brow again and act casual about my atrocious sweat patches. 

“Oh, hey! I didn’t know it was you.”

“Just out for a walk?”

“Yeah, enjoying the sun.”

“Same here. Hot, isn’t it? Sorry, I’m so sweaty.” Perhaps drawing direct attention to it will lessen the awkwardness, but then again, maybe it will make it all worse. What if, somehow, she hadn’t noticed until I pointed it out? 

She smiles sweetly. “I suppose that’s what happens when you go running in a heatwave.”

“I know. There’s no escaping it, though. It’s just been hot all the time lately.” I glance toward the sea. “At least I can swim after it. The water looks so nice.”

“Yeah, it’s lovely. I’ve been getting in three times a day.”

I smirk at her. I should ask her if this is some kind of competition, or if she just likes to brag about all the swims she takes. It would be funny, but now I think I’ve left it too long, and saying it now, after such a long pause, would make it seem like I have thought too much about it. I think I actually have thought too much about it. I look down at my feet, and a bead of sweat darkens the sand in front of me. 

“Hey, I’m sorry I didn’t… I didn’t, um, text you after that night we went to the graveyard.”

A smile. “Oh, no, well, I didn’t expect you to, like I wasn’t waiting for a message or anything. It’s fine.”

“I know. I just said that I would when I was free and I didn’t. I’ve been kind of distracted the last couple of weeks.”

“It’s okay, I understand! I get like that sometimes, too.”

“I just have a bad habit of saying I’ll do something and then not doing it, like, I’m a flake. I hope you weren’t waiting to hear from me.”

She tosses her air over her shoulder and laughs breezily. “No way. I didn’t notice. Don’t worry, I honestly do that all the time. Things just get in the way.”

I am desperate to get out of my sweaty clothes. The sea calls to me like a siren. “Well, if you want, we can hang out now. Are you busy today?”

“No, I’m free.”

“Okay, well, do you feel like a swim?”

 She frowns. “Right now?” 

“Why not? Yeah.”

“Oh, well, I don’t have my togs with me at the moment.”

“Me neither. I was going to go in naked.”

She blushes. “Wha- oh, um, really?” 

Bad joke. Maybe I should put more considered practice into shutting up. “No.” I pinch the hem of my polyester shorts. “I’ll just wear these. They kind of double up as running shorts. Look, you don’t have to if you don’t have anything to swim in. I just thought I’d ask. Maybe we can hang out later if you don’t have-”

“No!” She cuts me off in such a frenzy that I blink, surprised. “Just give me a sec. I’ll run up to the mobile and grab my togs, just… just wait here.”

Without giving me a second to respond, she sprints up the beach, sand flying behind her in cartoonish clouds. I watch her go all the way to the end of the beach, where the tiny figure of her scrambles up the side of a steep dune and leaps over a fence, gone from sight within seconds. 

I wait for her by the shore, my body too tired to do anything but sit and pick handfuls of sand from the ground. I could just get into the sea and swim now, but going in without her feels like a betrayal. She might want to do something competitive and race me anyway, and I might like to let her. 

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Golf on TV

Ask: fluffy piece based on Lennon Stella’s Golf on TV (sorry I deleted the original ask but this song is so fluff so ty!)

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I wake up to the bed made, for a second I don’t know where I am. My sleep-addled brain tries to catch up to the present moment. The present morning.

I was in bed, in my new home. It was Saturday morning.

Last night had been a late one. I was the co-lead in an intense case at work and the plaintiff’s team had been smoking our ass in court. Last night we’d gotten boxes of newly admitted evidence and every single person stayed well into the AM to sort it out. The other side liked to play dirty and this is how they did it. Little did they know we’d found our smoking gun. Never underestimate Stewart, Stone, and Nowak.

But I’d gotten home and passed out on the couch. Well, I’d gotten home to Harry passed out on the couch with the TV on. He must have tried staying up for me even though I had told him to go home. But he stayed.

I remember the tension leaving my body just seeing him snuggled on the couch, his face a kaleidoscope of colours reflecting off from the TV. I’d met Harry less than a year ago, a meet cute moment where both of us had gone for the same taxi. He’d waved me in like a gentleman and I’d invited him to share it. Turns out we were only going a few blocks from each other.

He was from London, in San Francisco for work. The taxi ride had been 27 minutes in total but in that time it felt like we’d known each other for 27 years.

As soon as I saw him on the couch, I’d dropped my jacket there, and gotten in beside him. He’d barely stirred, and I passed out pretty quickly thereafter.

I sit up and the sham that was draped over me falls over the side of the bed. I check my watch, still on my wrist. It was past 7. A solid 4.5 hours—that was a restful night for me ever since I took this case on.

Harry must have carried me to bed, I realize. And I’d been dead to the world while he did.

I never expected to see him again after that taxi ride. Until a few weeks later, he was waiting for me in the courthouse lobby. He’d looked me up, saw I had a case that morning, and waited. It was his last week in San Francisco and he wanted to take me on a date. He hadn’t stopped thinking about me, he’d said. I hadn’t either.

I’d dated plenty before him, had several boyfriends, even a situationship. Harry was the first guy I ever felt relaxed around. From that first date he made sure I felt cared for, that I was happy—he was unafraid to put me first. Even when he had to go back to London and we were long distance for three and a half months, we were always talking.

I’d felt unwanted before. Those were the days I chased after boys that only liked me for doing the chasing. Never did they actually want me. Because when they got me, they’d leave and keep me chasing them forever. Harry had never once been shy about the fact that he wanted me. That he chose me over everything.

We were always running towards each other. Never after each other.

I blink away the sleepiness and notice Harry had put me in a tshirt. It was the little things.

That’s when I hear the voices coming from downstairs. Harry…and my mom.

It was time to get up.

“Good morning princess,” my mom spots me first. I looked bad this morning—even though Harry had attempted to take my makeup off whenever he’d taken me to bed, and replaced my slacks for shorts, I still had craters for eye bags and a tangled bedhead, and dehydrated and inflamed skin from sleeping with makeup. But mom never stopped calling me princess.

“Harry and I were just making pancakes,” she points to the griddle behind her. God, mom loved Harry. It was weird because she’d only ever met 2 of my boyfriends since I started dating as a teen. She hated both of them and was never shy about it. All the others she’d heard about over the phone or a late night snack at her house back when she lived close to where I worked. She hated them all equally. “We’re worried you’re not eating enough.”

I catch eyes with Harry, it was a constant argument with us. But it was hard to eat with a regular appetite when I was so close to the end of big cases. He knew that. He used my mom as a shield to push his own agenda, they worked as a team like that.

But it never made me mad. It was more caring than any ex had ever been.

“Pancakes are your favourite,” Harry says while towel-drying his hands. He’d been ‘washing up’, as he would say with his accent.

“They are,” I say as he walks around the island to me and kisses my cheek. He was always weirdly chaste around my mom, nothing like his behaviour late nights in bed.

Mom grins at me from behind him. She was obsessed.

So was I though.

“Let’s eat!” Mom says. “C’mon, we gotta eat before they get cold. Y/N grab the fruit behind you.”

“Sure mom,” I grab the bowl she prepared. Harry watches mom leave the kitchen with the pancakes and syrup. As soon as she’s out of sight he tugs me right against him.

“Y’know you don’t have to wait for her to leave to be my boyfriend?”

“Is that what I am?” He nuzzles my neck. “I thought I was just your boy-toy.”

“Nah,” I let him kiss me even though we’re both smiling. “My boy-toy’s like, 5 years younger than you are.”

“Yeah well, he’s not the one trying to take your makeup off at 5am while you talk about invoices and flash drives.”

“Oops,” I must have been talking about our smoking gun in my sleep. I couldn’t even rest unconscious. “Thank you for that. You could have left me on the couch.”

“Maybe if I was your boy-toy. But I’m your strong English boyfriend, I take you to bed.”

“And you do it so well,” I pat his arm condescendingly, stealing one more kiss before skirting away. I leave him chuckling in the kitchen and gathering the coffee for breakfast.

Before Harry, I didn’t realize love could be so selfless. That it didn’t have to hurt all the time. That one person could be enough.

“Y/N?” Mom asks. “What do you think?”

“Huh?” I’d gotten lost in thought and I see Harry smirk. I guess I was just staring at him.

“For your dad’s birthday coming up?!” She sighs. “I’ve been talking about his dinner—Harry said he has to go back to London the week before. I thought we could do a birthday dinner early so Harry can be there. You know your dad would like that.”

He would. My dad was just as keen on Harry, telling me that he was good for me—the way a man should be. Those were his exact words.

I remember I’d been confused at first when Harry and I started long-distance dating. He was more stable and consistent than relationships I’d had where we lived inches apart. Being long-distance, I’d only missed him physically when we were apart, he was still there for me in every other way.

When he officially transferred to his San Francisco office 5 months ago, he had surprised me. I remember opening my door to him standing there with flowers and macarons—my favourite dessert. I’d nearly smashed them all when I screamed and threw myself onto him.

After that moment I knew I was done with romanticizing dysfunction and compromising. His love was healthy and pure, and it was for me.

I tried my best to give that to him in return. Lately I’d been a bad girlfriend working long hours and barely seeing him. But I’d make it up to him. He didn’t know this but I’d booked the same flight to London with him, that’s why mom was trying to move dad’s birthday dinner up. So I’d be there too.

“Sounds great,” I say. “That way we can all make it.”

“Perfect I’ll make us a reservation.” Mom picks up her phone and begins typing on it with one finger, one key at a time. She tsks, “Oh why is it doing this now.”

“Here Mrs. Y/l/n,” Harry holds his hand out. “What are you trying to do.”

“This new update has been driving me crazy,” she hand her phone to Harry. He glances at me and we bite back a smile. Mom was notorious for being Bad at Technology. But Harry was always patient and tried teaching her.

“The search bar’s on the bottom now,” Harry shows her. “That’s where you type it in.”

“It was fine at the top why do they always have to move it around, gah I’ll just do this on a computer.”

“Yeah no rush mom,” I say.

“Well I’ll clear the table now. I need to get going soon I have a squash game at half eight.”

“Yeah I need be in by then.” Court opened at 9:30 today and I had to be there a half hour early to submit what we had.

“You two stay here,” mom begins piling plates. She’s surprisingly strong when she snatches the mug Harry’s trying to take away himself. “Let me clean up. Then I’ll be out of your hair.”

“Thanks for the breakfast mom!” I shout as she heads away. Harry echoes a thank you.

“Don’t thank me,” I hear her mumble as she walks away.

Me and Harry are left grinning at each other. He holds his hand out on the table and I clasp his.

“Your mum’s sweet.”

“My mum,” I tease him. I keep his hand held as I go around the table to his seat. He tugs me down onto his lap. “Did you actually call your mom mummy as a kid?”

“Did you call your mum mommy?” Harry asks in a decent American accent.

“Maybe,” I smile.

“Maybe.” He replies.

“I’ll just ask your mum when I meet her someday.”

“She really does want to meet you.” He says seriously. “She thinks I’m deliberately keeping you away.”

“Maybe you are, so she can’t answer all the burning questions I have about you.”

“I can just imagine you and her teaming up against me. My sister will join in too.”

I’d met his sister a few months back when she visited. We hit it on immediately just like Harry and I had. It was a bit of a relief.

“I can’t wait to swap stories over breakfast with your mom.”

“Oh you’d love her breakfast,” Harry smiles fondly. I feel a twinge then, sometimes I wondered if he ever got homesick. Especially when he talked about memories from home. “She does the best English breakfast. You’d have to try black pudding though.”

I crinkle my nose, “Isn’t that the one with the blood?”

“Mmmm it sure is,” he grips my hips and a shiver shoots up my spine.

“Gross! Why would anyone eat that? Or your-what’s that other pudding thing? The one you tried making last winter that’s all puffy-“

“Yorkshire.” He smiles.

“You literally poured hot oil on your mixture. It’s clogging my pores just thinking about it.”

“That’s it. You’re coming to London before the year is over and you’re going to be begging for more when you have a proper roast. What I made at home was a pathetic attempt.”

“Mmm I don’t get it.” I wrap my arms around his neck. “I just don’t get English food. It’s like people who wear crocs, or golf on TV, I don’t get it.”

“You just descibed,” Harry tucks my hair behind my ear, “the perfect date. We’re sorted for the weekend.”

I laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“But I love you.” I kiss him. He pulls me back to him when I part.

“I love you.”

“I really do need a shower before I head in though,” I remind him.

“Maybe I’ll join you,” he says low enough so my mom can’t hear.

“If you’re brave enough with mom still here.” I tease.

“Okay hon,” she pops out of nowhere. “I’m heading out. Good luck with court today.”

“Thanks mom.” I get up and give her a big squeeze. “I appreciate you dropping by.”

“Of course. And I’ll drop dinner by tonight I saw the state of your fridge, you should clean that thing out y/n.”

“Yess mom,” I roll my eyes. Harry snickers behind me. Mom should see his fridge, it was half beer cans and takeout containers.

While mom tells Harry about the dinner she would drop by for us I get a headstart on my shower. It was already quarter to 8 and I couldn’t waste any more time.

Harry joins me shortly after, he lowers my hands when he gets in and washes my hair slowly with care. I nearly pass out in the shower with how good his fingers feel on my scalp.

“Thank you,” I turn to him after I wash it out.

“Don’t mention it love,” he kisses my temple.

“Harry,” I suddenly feel choked up. I think his scalp massage had unblocked some chakra stuff because I’m suddenly overwhelmed with feeling.

“What?” He tilts my face up.

“I’m just…I’m the luckiest girl in the world.”

“Nonsense.” He swipes my tear away even though the stream of water makes it all the same.

“No I…I never thought I’d meet someone like you. I used to think love was hurting. It doesn’t make sense anymore-“

“Like golf on TV.”

“Yeah,” I laugh and it breaks up the knot in my throat. “Yeah like golf on TV. Now being in love feels like soccer-“

“Football.”

“Soccer,” I correct him. He grins. “It makes sense to me.”

“If you didn’t have work in 30 minutes,” Harry pulls me into him and crushes me against him. It feels good, like being held together. “You’d be face down in bed in the next 10 seconds.”

“Where’s this Harry when my mom’s around.” I tease.

“This Harry’s just for you.” He says just as he turns the shower off. I draw away as he grabs us some towels and I watch him with an unbreakable joy; if it was physical it could illuminate this tiled shower and bounce around the whole room.

He was the reason I got through all these gruelling hours for court. Because I knew I had someone waiting for me, that I could steal an hour away with, and it would leave me refuelled enough for another 24 hour work-day.

“Why are you smiling at me like that,” Harry asks as he hands me the towel. I shake my head and wrap it around me. He watches as I blow dry my hair, kissing my shoulder when I’m done.

“I’ll leave when you leave. Should I drop you off to the office?”

“Please?” I ask. “That’d give me an extra 5 minutes.”

His face lights up.

“No,” I say as he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder. “No Harry I have to be early!”

“I only need 2,” he says as he launches me onto the bed. “Maybe 3.”

I pretend to be annoyed but I inch up in bed as he makes his way over and I can’t think of a better way to spend the extra 5 minutes. Or 10. Oops.

If the old me ever met the new me, she’d probably try to stop me. She didn’t know what love could look like. That it could be a gentle smile, a drive in to work, making sure you’re eating, helping your mom out with her phone, or washing your hair for you in the shower.

I’d tell her—the old me, that it was as simple as this: I wanted him, only him. And he wanted me too.

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It's been almost 2 weeks since you started to scrub offices for a living. You're up at least by 9 or 10am, ready to start work. Unfortunately, days don't pass fast as there are hardly task given to you in the morning. Most come after 3pm when you're mostly exhausted.

Marshmallow isn't in your care anymore, she's in Yunhos now. Seonghwa had ordered Mingi to take the dog as the building doesn't accept pets or animals. That's the information Karina given you a days after, and if you wanted to see her, you'll have to visit the therapy centre in the heart of the main building. 

Mr. Uder also known as Yunho, runs a therapy cycle. Since Seonghwa couldn't think of someone, Yunho took it upon himself to take Miss Marsh to the therapy cycle for emotional support. 

It was a great idea in your opinion. She's getting the attention and care she needs instead of being locked in your room all day. You'll have to visit.

Seonghwa would drop by every now n then to check on you, see if you're eating and getting exercise your body needs. He was able to get you a phone (no plan) and your inhaler. Your old phone was confiscated as it could've been easily tracked.

You walked around the building, picking up the last garbage bag, throwing it into your cart and replacing it a new one. The final beep on your table sent a wave of relief over your shoulders, shutting down the tablet. 

"Finally..." you whispered, stretching out your limps, rotating your upper body till you heard your hip crack with satisfaction. Mingi had left a couple minutes ago, disappearing once again. 

The male does this constantly. Appearing out of thin air. Most of the time he's quiet. Observing your every movement. At times, you even forget he's there. Only to be reminded by his sudden comments and commands. It could get annoying. Why couldn't they trust you wouldn't do anything? You ask yourself that repeatedly, only to answer it with the reason of their lives prize. They're assassins, agents, spys- what not. The Avengers are gone, who's gonna protect the world? 

You couldn't blame them for labeling you as an anomaly. 

Crossing over your arms above your head, stretching it out till it cracked. Your throat throb slightly, dry from the lack of hydration. 

"ahhHhhhh-" you yawned.

"-What are you doing?"

"OH-"

You jump immediately, your arms raised in fist, ready to punch whoever was behind you. But you were met to a soft looking male. Blonde, wore a large crewneck with complementary striped colours. Simple slippers, and black sweatpants with a small fanny pack. He didn't seem alarming, just weird. 

He smiled. His cheekbone becoming more visible. 

"Sorry did I scare you?"

"No, you didn't!" You said in sarcastic tone, rolling your eyes and ticking your tongue with an expensive attitude. 

"Almost slapped you..," you mumble under your breath. You look at him then looked down the hall both ways, seeing as to where and how the hell this guy even got behind you. There was a hall behind him, yes, but you emptied out every room already, leaving him with the entrance down the long hall. 

You stared at him. "Do you need something...?"

He's smiled remains. 

"No.. just um.." he was still smiling, almost a nervous smile. Licking his lip, tucking his hands in his pocket, looking down. 

"You wouldn't have a... key on you..?"

You immediately relaxed. 

"You lost your key didn't you..?"

His head shot up. 

"Not shocked?"

You shrugged. "A lucky guess."

"...So can you let-"

"Can I just take my trash out and I'll-" you cut yourself over, your thumb point in the other direction, but stopped and nodded. "Never mind, where do you want to go?"

"The dorms, if that's ok..?" 

"Oh of course.." out of everyone one here, this guy has been the nicest, weird, but the nicest. Nice people gonna be returned the favour right?

"Or you can take out that trash and then we can go, I've seen you a couple times in the dorms so I take it you're going back?" He questioned. 

Finally someone who gets it! You thought you found the one. Someone not weird (you think) someone who is talking like a human being! Not talking poems like Seonghwa, weird comments like Karina, threats(?) like Mingi, just a normal spoken person. 

"Oh can we? It's just it would be nice to not circle back-"

"I understand, let me go with you..." he stated, stepping forward and you nodded. You couldn't deny him. Company is nice but you wouldn't get too comfortable. You're in a high level secret government building. But you can't help but turn soft for finally finding a decent person. 

But something didn't really feel right...

"Yeosang by the way."

You were about to introduce yourself but stopped upon feeling something off about this whole encounter. You stopped, looking around then back to him. "Is this some test?"

He raised a brow. "Huh?"

"Is Mr. Park watching somehow. Testing me if I get too comfortable or something? I'm not getting it.."

"Seonghwa is not here. Nor is Mingi. Just me and you.."

Oh... you didn't really like that response, so you just looked at him, giving him a side eye. 

"Not convincing huh?" He asked. 

"Yup." Yeosang sighed, scratching his head in slight frustration. 

"Well what do I say to gain some trust..?"

You licked the inside of your cheek. "If you know Seong- Mr. Park, I take it you know who I am.. even so, in my situation, trust doesn't come easy.." you folded your arms. You weren't lying. Trust with something you dealt with your entire life. Even if they're housing you, you still have to be careful as to who you give it too.

"I know... listen, I'm not trying to be mean but.. I kinda just want to go to bed.." he responded in the nicest manner he could. He was handsome and his calm, collected expression, voice and face, for some reason, made him more attractive. Again... Unlike Mingi and Seonghwa. 

You clicked your tongue.  "You know what? me too.." already tired yourself, you rubbed your face in frustration, continuing to push your cart, taking Yeosang aback. 

"Wha... so that's it?"

"What's it?

"You gonna let me walk? In this building with no ID?"

"Yup."

"Why?"

"For starters," you stopped, using your whole hand to point out things about him. "You're wearing slippers, sweatpants and a crewneck, I take it you are already set to go back to your room. Plus, I don't understand why someone would adventure into this building, not knowing what it is as I don't even see much of this 'secret organization' you guys call. I clean these offices every day! It just looks like a normal building. And as soon as I mentioned Mr. Park, you were quick to mention lieutenant Song as well, which lead me to believe that you've seen my report- do you want me to continue?" You asked, scratching your arm. 

Caught right handed, he licked his lips, bitting onto them. He leaned on one leg, letting both hand fall into his sweat pant's pockets.

"Yes."

"No," you disengage, to which he playfully smiled to. 

"Seonghwa was right, you are oddly entertaining..." you looked at him, arriving at garbage suit. You stopped just as your back hit the door. "He talks about me?"

"Yup.." 

You gulped. "In a good or bad way?" Yeosang noticed the way your voice lowered into a more quiet one. Soft, confused, and concerned. 

The corners of his lips lifted. "In a good way," Yeosang leaned against the wall. "...I think.." he teased. Your lips flinched before pressing them thin. 

You only nodded, pushing open the suit door, the horrible smell now hitting your nose, but after the first 3 days, you've gone nose blind to the terrible smell. 

"What? Trying to shoot your shot?" You heard him yell from the entrance. If he was Karina, you could've confessed that maybe- MAYBE, you found the smooth looking male attractive. But even to Karina you wouldn't say much about something you found personal.

"No just curious as to what he says, that's all.." you simply said, no stutter or missteps, straight and forward. Who wouldn't want to know what others say about you?

"Also! they call me King." 

"King?"

"I'm good at flying aircrafts, most of the time, I end up saving their asses in the nick of time.." he explains happily. You do recall that name being uttered somewhere... interesting. 

"Code name?"

"Exactly!"

After dropping off your cart, you both walked back, swiped your card to enter the dormitory, walking past the front desk and the closed market. You noticed the vending machine in the corner near the laundry room, 'coffeeeeee-' but also noticed how silent Yeosang became. He was always on small talk but now he was fidgeting with his the tip of his fingers. 

"Ah..!" That was when you turned around to face him. "You good?" You asked, realizing he stopped walking, standing a couple feet away. You catched a glance of his hand before he stuffed them back into his sweats pockets. Small cracks appeared on them, like bright lightning. They were orange-red, almost like they were on fire. 

Your chest tightened at that sudden memory flooding back into your mind. It was impossible, it couldn't be possible.

All the way here? In Korea?

"Your hands.." you started, point to them, forcing your body to face him. 

"They're fine," he quickly answered, but he couldn't hide them glowing through his pants. "Dude.." you took a step forward and he took a step back, taking his hands out, hugging them close to himself. "Shit, why now..?" He whispered. 

Looking him, you gently began to approach him, taking a different approach. 

His body felt like someone had set his hands on fire. The burning sensation almost leaving them numb. His skin felt like it was hardening, ready to crack at any moment like an active volcano. 

He could only pray that it wouldn't be as bad as last time. At least not in front of you.

"...Can I see them..?" 

You gestured your hand to him. He was almost shocked. Many people would run, call for help, but you asked to see them instead? He almost didn't want to, but then he realized in the report he had read a week ago. 

You were a Shield agent, then worked for the Avengers.

He's condition for definitely foreign. He and the others don't even know how this could happen. 

Sometimes it's pain, other times there's nothing but a tingling sensation. He doesn't know what it is, but now that he had someone who used to work in one of the most scandals in the world, you, maybe, could end this nightmare.

But he didn't want to do it, he could burn you like he did the others. But almost like a scared animal, coming from a torturing family, the male you were previously talking to- shakingly brought his hands to yours. You went to touch it, but he would pull away slightly to avoid touching you. The heat of his hands felt like a fireplace. It made you wonder how much pain he was in- if he was in any.

"It happens randomly, it burns, it's like a power draw back." He spoke gently. 

You saw this back in New York. Once only. Like the super soldier serum, this played a similar role. Granting the host abilities beyond their control. But that was years ago, you couldn't find that memory even if you tried.

"Hm... I've seen this before..." you whispered. His head shot up just as you began to tilt your head around to get a better veiw. 

You looked up to him, eyes boring into his. 

"Does it bother you?" 

He nodded slowly. 

"Do you feel like you're gonna explode?

"Yeah... sometimes.." he said. 

You looked at his hand intensely. 

"You want it gone...?" You asked him lowly to which he nodded. 

He raised his brows in curiosity. "Y-you can do that...?" He stuttered. The light in his finger tips slowly fading away. But before he could retreat, you grabbed his hand. To which he suddenly gripped your hand back. It was quick but you can feel him slowly burn your hand and squeezed it a bit too hard.

You flipped his hand around, his grip still around yours. "Um.. yeah..." you mumbled letting go of his hand. You couldn't help but hiss at him suddenly pulling away, pulling your skin slightly. Your arm suddenly twitched but you used your other hand to hold it in place. Still up, you quickly shoved them into your pocket. 

"I just need to confirm it before I could tell." You cleared your throat. Scratching your arm again, making the fabric dance along your skin. 

Yeosang notice this but his eyes began to slight blur. Recovering slightly, his legs barely holding him up as he doubled over, leaning in, his face close to yours; A little too close for comfort. 

Reacting quickly, you hooked your arms under his pits and held him up with as much strength you had.

"Shit.. just bring me to my room, I have to take my shot," he mumbled, the awkward stance was kinda funny. Two random strangers standing in the empty lobby of the dormitory entrance. One leaning against the other. If someone came in, they would've thought you were dragging a crazy drunker into the building. 

It almost felt like it. Yeosang was pretty heavy. So much so, you ended up (just barely) piggybacking him to his room. It was only 20 minutes later, even with the elevator, was when you reached his room. You got lost and he kept misleading you to it.

Unlocking his room, you immediately noticed your breath. A small cloud forming by your lips and nose. His room temperature was freezing. It shows he has to change even his environment to keep his condition at bay.

It was dark, the moon shinning your way through. You couldn't see his room but it was for sure ten times bigger- if not, a hundred times bigger than your room. They gave you an old storage closet, while they gave the boys luxurious apartments. Bummer. But then again, they are the ones who do the heavy lifting. You're just a custodian. And honestly, you were supposed to be sleeping in a bunk bed by the janitors lobby where they keep the extra space for emergencies. 

After saying your goodbyes - as in dropping him onto his bed and feeing; you heard him mumble a small 'thank you' your way before letting sleep take him over. 

You would've helped him change but you felt like that was already too much. And also, you felt like you were trespassing. And you're not on that level, you did just met the guy.

"You're very welcome," you whispered finding your way back to the door and closing it after exiting. "Oh!" You stopped, turned and bented down. Sliding your janitors keycard under his door so he doesn't need to search for you again. You have access to a new one in the janitor's lobby. 

Before heading back to your room, you returned back downstairs, turning to the vending machine you marked before Yeosang had his little attack, to come back and take a cold coffee for tomorrow.

After retrieving your drink you stared at the entrance of the dormitory, the main entrance leading- for a lot longer than usual, like you were in a trance. The pitch black night being nothing but suspicious. 

Now kinda thinking of it, you've never stepped foot out since you got here. The dormitory and the main building are connected by stairs and halls. There was a market and a bar under both buildings, so you never needed a reason to leave. 

But now, it couldn't hurt... right?

You stood there staring into nothing. You felt something - you take as water, hit the tip of your nose. Looking up, you noticed more began to fall. You would rush in immediately, avoiding the possibilities to get sick but you didn't. You just stood there, feeling and letting your clothes slowly soak in the incoming rain.

You've never felt so empty yet filled with so much thought. There was so much but at the same time, nothing. 

But the sudden rain wasn't sad, no, it was refreshing. A reminder of life outside your hectic one. It was dark but the distance street light lit up your vision. That didn't stop you doing a little twirl, spreading your arms out, letting the rain wash you, wash the stress and anxiety away. 

The stinging pain in your arm and hand was ignored on your walk back to your room, opening the door and slammed the door closed. You felt... heavy. It's been about 2-3 weeks since you got here were you really at your breaking point?

You raised your arm, looking at it with bore eyes. Since all of this started, you've been questioning yourself and your life choices. 

Was your hero life really for you? Maybe your hard training wasn't hard enough. You're still a soft bunny- as Karina said a couple days ago. Your heart is in the right place. Right heart, wrong life.

You never noticed, but when you stood in the rain for a solid 3 mins, the tall stoic male stood on his large balcony. Watching you twirl in the rain like a man on crack. 

Silence felled the space as he scoffed, his thick ring, scrapping against the rail of his balcony, retreating back into his warm suit. He did say he'll be watching you when you least expected it...

"You ok man?" Yunho asked, playing on his best friend's tv. His thumbs caressing to buttons on the controller. 

"Yup.." he thought of you. "Everything is fine."

The annoying eerie light burned brightly. Having it to be the only thing lighting up the unknown room. 

You could see faint stars in the small window across from you. 

How long has it been since you left earth? Since you were kidnapped by random aliens talking about magical stones.

.

.

You laid in the for what felt like hours. They came in every now and then to ask questions. Only, the same question. 

"Where is it?"

"I DONT KNOW!" You yelled. You tasted iron on your tongue as it began to pour from your chapped lips. Your head was spinning. 

The alien frowned. "Lord Thanos wouldn't like this..." it mumbled. Rubbing a hand over its face in frustration. 

Your body shook in pain and fear just as he turned around and flicked his wrist to the other creature in the room. 

"Do it again." 

"No- NO-"

The stoic alien aggression grabbed your arm slamming your upper body into the metal table. It held down your arm, its other hand holding an electric weapon. The top opening and admitting an electric shock between the three pointers. 

You stared at the deadly weapon and back between the creature. But before you could think, you felt the pressure of the weapon before the shock came. Ripping a blood curling scream from your throat....

The shock painted a purple-blood bruise up and down your arm. 

Bang. 

Bang. 

Bang. 

The constant banging ringed in your ear as they came in and out to ask the same question in till your body couldn't take anymore. Your mind could puzzle out why you were there in the first place. You passed out too quickly to tell.

BANG

You can hear them talk in their respective language on the other side of the door. 

BANG

"F/N!"

Jointing wake from your nightmare, you were faced with still being in to last night wear. The first thing you did was take a shower and did your personal hygiene. Noticing that you had fell asleep without washing up last night. You had breakfast and headed for walk. You thought it could clear your mind a bit after what had happened. 

"Where are you going?" You stopped in your tracks, turning to meet the owner of that deep stoic voice who happens to be- of course! Lieutenant Song. Standing or waiting right behind you with one hand on his hip and of course, his baton, talkie, and gun hung on his belt.

"I thought maybe... I can go for a walk?" You asked politely, tucking your hand into your pocket awkwardly. The other one hanging on your side as the accident with Yeosang from yesterday slowly begun to make you question your decision/action when grabbing his hand.

He didn't answered, only lifting a brow, still staring at you as if he was waiting for an answer back. He knows how observing you are, how you can read people, and so you read him, his expression. Him waiting for you to answer or for a further explain. 

Only there wasn't. You simply couldn't answer, not even a groan of annoyance or anger. Not giving him time to process before you headed back towards the elevators. 

What. 

The. 

Fuc-

"You're not even gonna contravene?" That reply made you stop, again. Turning to face his back. You sighed, "What? you want me to argue back?"

"Yes.. I expect you too." He turned his whole body to you and crossed his muscly arms. 

You tucked your head back in shock.

"Ok," you patted out your clothing, dusting them to be more presentable. 

"Can I go for a walk."

"No."

"Goodbye sir.." you didn't give him a second glance. 

He's always on you. You thought he was going to monitor you during your work hours, but it looks like he's monitoring you 25/8. No rest, like the terminator except no execution, just constant observation. 

The day was boring and before you knew it, It was already 5pm, after making dinner, Jongho notified you to the nursing wing for a final check up. The general ordered him to do check ups on your health as your past medical conditions kinda left her concerned. Or at least that's what he said...

"All done!" He said, removing the blood pressure machine from your arm. "You're 100%," he claimed with a small smile. Almost happy this was coming to a closing. You? Now so much. You hate to admit it, but you actually liked the check ups, the constant pressure, and knowing you had to be somewhere at a particular time. 

"T-that's it? I don't need to come back?" You asked, looking up to him with eyes full of curiosity, your voice deep and small. He looked at you for a little longer than he wanted to. You watched his small smile return. 

"Are you upset? You know-"

"No- I.. actually liked it..." You confessed out loud. He immediately dropped his smile and pressed his lips together.  "Sorry I didn't mean it like that... it just..."  "I get it... you miss having to go somewhere," he answered for you. 

"And having someone... there... expecting me.." 

Oh, now he gets it...

"You want attention?" He question caught you off guard, looking up at him immediately. You caught a glimpse of his naked tail waving as the corners of his mouth curled upwards. 

"N-no maybe someone- no!" 

"It's ok F/n, many people feel this way in many occasions, yours is more understandable," he raised a brow after his eyes landed on what rested on your lap. You watch his soft plump cheeks fall a bit, his eyes fully fixated.

"Woah.. your hand..." he dragged his attention on the large bruise on your hand, red and pulsing. You tried to cover it with your sleeve but Jongho immediately stopped you. Gently taking your hand into his and pulled back your sleeve just enough to see your hand. His warm touch was almost welcoming, you- for some reason- wanted to continue to hold it. Squeeze it, but your injury swelled up too much for you to do that.

"F/n, you never told me about this.." he whispered, gently turning your hand to view different angles of it. 

"It's nothing.. ow..!" You jumped as Jongho pressed into the palm of your hand. Closing your hand as best as you can but the pain was too unbearable and you grabbed Jongho's hand that was around your wrist. 

"That's a lot of scratches... and your hand..." he claimed releasing you, walking over to his cabinet. He took a bottle of a substance and bandages and walked back to you, raising his hand to you. 

You didn't pay mind to it, the pain was there but you figured you might've pulled something. 

Then it hit you.

Yeosang must've squeezed your hand so hard, that he not only burnt it, but broke it. Was your body in shock or something? You remember breaking bones in the past being horrible, but this time, the pain wasn't bad, if not, not there at all.

"May I?" Jongho ending up taking an xray for your hand, checking if you needed surgery. Thankfully you didn't. So the mutant just wrapped your hand in a thick cast, cover it in a baby blue bandage.

"I'll report to Kim and Seonghwa about your injury."

"Can I-"

"You can't work."

"I can, I can still-"

He looked at you, leaning in close, but not too close. Just to make himself clear, face to face.  "No, doing that will only make it worse..."

Your lip twitched and his tilted his head. Tail flicking behind him, his eyes dared you to oblige against his advice. You both stared into each eyes, watching his pupils constrict for a second before they dilated.

"And you might lose it, understand?"

"Yes.. sir... Doc.. Jongho...?"

His smiles returned. Slitting the conversation in half and pulling back.

"Have you been eating?" 

"Yeah..." he flashed you a side eye. 

"And where exactly do you get your groceries? As far as I know, you never left this building since you got here.."

You got your food and snacks from the indoor market downstairs in the dormitory. After today you confirmed your thoughts. Mingi said otherwise... 

Speaking of the devil...

Your response was cut off by Mingi knocking on the open door, grabbing you and Jongho's attention. "Done?" He asked. It was to no one particular, maybe both of you. You stayed quiet though. "She's done!" Jongho said, getting up from his chair. He walked to the medicine cabinet pulled out a small bottle of pills - Acetaminophen. 

"It's just medication to help with your pain," he handed you the bottle. "What if I run out? do I come back here?" You started to rise from the bed you were previously sat on. He walked around you, cleaning, and smoothing out the bed sheets. 

"Only if you want to come back.." he said, flashing you a quick smile before walking to the exit. His tail waving as he stop by Mingi. Mingi's face was unreadable as he only fixed his eyes onto Jongho just ask the shorter male whispered something. 

Confusion arise into you, but you didn't question and only watched Jongho leave the nursing wing. Silence struck and Mingi only roll his tongue on the inside of his cheek before sighing. 

"You know, I'm off... today." Your voice finding itself in the empty hall. You played with the cap of the pill bottle using the tip of your thumb. You still stood in the same place almost as if you were scared of him. 

"Off or not, I still have to watch you," all you did was press your lips together and deliver him a small nod. As days past, you slowly learned to accept this hell of a life. But there's something at the back of your mind hoping this is all just a sweet nightmare and that one day, you'll wake up in your apartment. But when days past, you almost feel like burning down your room in full stress and overwhelming thoughts. 

"Tell me, what are you gonna do today?"

"Since I realize I have outdoor privileges, I can finally take Marshmallow out for a good walk.." you explained walking over to the taller male. "With the acceptance of Yunho of course... you're welcome to join me unless you want to go drown yourself in your most expensive booze?" You tried to joke but he only replied back with a head shake.

"Ok..ay.."

You didn't miss his eyes travelling down your upper body stopping on the large cast in your wrist.  You didn't give him time to question and walked past him and down the hall, retreating back to the dormitory building. You walked in an appropriate pace. As he always does, the much taller male lagged a couple feet behind. You honestly think he's there for intimidation. Setting you straight, making sure you're working, and to be honest, it works. 

"You can... walk beside me you know..?" You tried to remain friendly. 

"I'll stay here..." he answered plainly. You're trying, you're really are. Clearly some people just don't want to get to know each other. Mingi is one of those people. 

You stopped walking, arriving at the stairwell connecting to the dormitory. You felt like a fish in a hook. You just about had enough of this guy. There were buckets of you and your prey was him, constantly thrown in the ocean only to be eaten by the larger animal. 

"Listen-"

"What?" He catches up, stopping right beside you. He didn't give you a glance, looking straight on. "You have 15 seconds,"

You sighed behind speaking up.  "Do you like... ever, you know,.. smile? or are you just always stones and bricks?- I feel like you can't go a long way, now that I'm thinking about it, I don't think I've ever seen you eat, sleep, or drink anything.. I mean you're not here all of the time, sometimes you leave and never come back till 700 hours later...I mean- I didn't even know if you live in the dorms- do you know Yeosang? Is Yeosang ok?" you took another breath. 

"5 seconds." You stopped walking, coming to a holt. You tried to control your breathing but you started to be somewhat annoyed. It felt like talking to him was like talking to a brick wall. At first you wanted to just talk, see where that would take this, but something tells you that ain't happening.

Is it you? it has to be you! do you have something in the middle of your teeth when you failed to take it out after lunch? is your odor annoying? is your voice too annoying? or maybe it's him not you? SHI-

"Can I just be... unattended? enjoy my day off?" 

He turned to you, fully facing you. His bore eyes looking into yours. His face almost never speaks, but he's eyes surely do... 

"Give me a reason."

"Since I've gotten here, it's constant supervision from you." You took a breath. A long breath. "I've haven't been myself lately and I hate it, I'm not injured nor am I dangerous. When I worked for shield, I never learn how to shoot a gun, I shot Arrows, a bow. I don't have a bow anymore! I don't have anything to hurt anyone, you guys gave me a small place to stay, is protecting from what? I don't even know what! Gave me a job, then have the audacity to send someone to look after me, You're.." you paused and took a breath, using your hands for more motion and expression. 

"So cold, the block of ice is so thick, you can't even see that I'm trying to make myself and you comfortable! So why are you so.." you couldn't find the words and your mind went blank. 

"..so..-" Your chest tighten just as you unable to blur out the last words. Your breathing wasn't too heavy and you didn't want to show that to him. You're not about to ramble then have an asthma attack right after. No. You immediately started to search for your new inhaler Seonghwa gave you. 

You don't normally or often use your inhaler, it was just this situation caused so much stress to build, and for some reason, fear. 

You placed your lips around the life saving object, turned around and took a puff. Mingi could see your back muscles flex, they became stiff but soon relaxed after. 

You coughed a bit, turning back but he was closer this time. So you took a step back, but soon back fired as your back hit the cold stoned wall of the empty stairwell. He stalked in silence, stopping only when his large boots stopped in front of yours.

"Mrs. L/n, you were an agent before, so you should undoubtedly- understand. I have my orders and you have yours,"

You stepped forward, making sure your chest was close to his. You weren't gonna let this guy bully you because of some 'orders'. "For some reason I feel you're getting a kick from this, what? No missions? So you got no one the drag around..? "

"Watch the way you talk to me." He argued back. With one single push with his hand, your body was completely against the wall, his body nearly pressed into yours, now towering over you. 

You felt his intimidating presence behind you as you worked, but now you never realized the size difference between you too. You weren't too short, but he was still taller than you. His deep voice, and bulk body almost made you want to shrink into an aunt to run.

Your air way began to tighten again, breathing out your nose instead of your mouth, trying to mask your breathing over his cold glare. 

But the wall of confidence soon fell, unable to keep it up, you pushed past him, coughing immediately and took a puff. Your asthma was never this bad, something happened, something made it worse. A puff a couple times a month and that's it, but now you need to refill it every now n then. 

"Leave me alone.." Your soft deep voice echoing through the stairwell. You hunching over, hand over your chest. 

"I just... please, leave me... alone." 

You didn't want be alone... you wanted something, can you couldn't state it. it was right at the tip but you missed it every time. You wanted... comfort. A distraction. But Mingi wasn't helping with that at all. It was the complete opposite.

Turning around after hearing only silence after a while, you were only met with nothing, he was gone. He didn't say anything else, just disappeared. 

You stood there confused. He gave in so easily, no wise words or a fight. Guess both of you guys needed to be alone. You could walk away, go on your day like it was nothing, but you wouldn't be able to shake it off. 

Did you hit a nerve? Half of you hopped you did and the other kinda just wants to apologize in a sense. 

He tracks you like you have an ankle brace. Or so, he was the tracker. Since they couldn't provide one, they gave you Mr. Song. Was it harsh? The words? Behind closed doors, your doors, he could be decent guy, smiles a lot more than he is around you, like you suck the joy out of him. That stings and you transferred that emotion into anger, thrashing out on him without much thought. Or was your heart too soft for the man?

You were walking for so long, you didn't even know where you were going. Just walking. The buildup stress from the time you've been here is started to seep out. You hated showing these emotions to someone- anyone. 

You put you head against the wall, in the corner, closing your eyes. Some people walking by with slight interest. "Is she ok?" "Don't know, come on, we have training.." two girls spoke an amongst themselves. Walking by without much question. 

You sighed against the wall, taking a deep breath, you covered your ears. You wish you could mute the world for a couple seconds. Where people could mind their own business. You wish you could scream in a field and let it all out. It almost made you mad. But you were too tired to fight or argue.

.

You're tired, oh so tired. 

.

.

"F/n...?" You heard someone chant your name softly but you didn't move, remaining in the same position. You looked like you were on time out from a far perspective. 

Till the same person touch your arm, making you turn to them immediately. "Huh..?" Mr. Uber. Yunho. 

"You ok?" Standing beside him was Yeosang surprisingly, looking better than last night. Your arm still in Yunho's grip, landing your attention on Yeosang instead. He looked at your face with slight concern but dropped as soon as you gave him the same expression. 

"Are you ok? You gave me a scare last night..."

He nodded, his cheekbones appearing once again. 

"Are you sure? Yes? Have you slept? It looked painful..."

"F/n I'm fine, see?" He lifted his arm, doing a goofy twirl to show you. You let a noise out. Yeosang smiled but stopped upon scanning your face. It was near 7pm, but why does it look like you skipped 3 days of sleep?

"Are you...okay?"

You ran your palm down your cheek, "Y-yeah I'm ok..?" It sounded like a question. "I think.. just not getting enough sleep.. I guess," Yunho and Yeosang exchanged looks for a brief second. Yunho bit into his lip, his large hand gently gripping the dog. You glanced between the two, not even noticing the dog, only after the third glance was when you noticed the animal. 

"Oh... Marshmallow.." Yunho immediately brightened up. Handing the dog who was way too excited to get into your arms, even started to cry, her whimpers becoming louder. 

"Shhh... I got you.." you whispered gently taking the small dog into your arms. Like a baby you were more than happy to see the dog the System accidentally kidnapped.

"What's the reason you brought her to me..?"

Yunho shrugged, "no reason.." he paused. "Actually-"

"She's not invited."

You were so focused on Yeosang wellbeing, you didn't even noticed what the two males were wearing. They wore fancy yet casual clothes. In full black. Yeosang wore a black denim coat, with a fishnet-like fabric, solid but somewhat see through seeing small flashes of his abs with leather flair pants. Yunho wore a simple black dress shirt with dress pants similar to it. 

"Oh.." 

Wooyoung stalked by saying those words, giving no thought about you. Yeosang gave him a small look, shifting his attention on the sudden presence of another female. 

"You are not the host of this party, she can go if she wants.." Karina spoke up, standing beside Yunho. She wore thigh-high leather heels, her makeup done, tight black dress with cropped dress coat. 

They all wore black.

"You should come, lay off a little," San and Hongjoong were the last one to approach. Coat open, nothing under, his toned abs exposed. Hongjoong for a cowboy coat, with a low cut black blouse, one too many necklaces and chains around his neck, dark velvet wide pants and short heels. 

How are these people dressing better than an average person? Oh Right... money..

"The drinks will be on you though.." Hongjoong joined, raising a brow. 

Karina smiled, gently slapping your arm. "You should!"

You looked at every single one, looking at their heavy jewelry and expensive looking clothes. 

"I take it this 'party' is a club..?" You questioned, rubbing your thumb into Marshmallows fur/skin, the animal slowly falling asleep in your arms. 

"You don't like clubs?" Yunho asked. Tilting his head with the question, making one of his long earrings hang from his ear. 

"Never been to one.. are they like... the clubs in the movies?" You talked in your deep tired voice. Your eyes out of focus.

They all exchanged looks before slightly laughing. "I guess they are, Ms. L/n." Hongjoong said a smile forming on his pink lips. 

"The drinks!" You heard Wooyoung yell.

"Wait!" San replied. Turning back to you again. "So?" He questioned. 

You shook your head.

"No, I'm tired.."

"You're lost, lets go," Hongjoong dragged San, whose face voiced concern before giving you sympathetic look as he got dragged. 

"See you later, precious," Karina teased, hooking her arm around Yunho's, walking the same direction. You watched them happily leaving in the hall. Despite having to go on a hiatus, they found something to detract themselves for passing time.

You don't know the number of people who are in Seonghwa's squad, you definitely don't see your doctor Jongho, Mr. Park or Lieutenant Song with them. Higher the position equals more work and less free time...

"Your hand..." 

Yeosang cut the silence. You snapped your head back to him, actually forgetting him, thinking he walked away already.

"It's nothing.." you replied quickly, looking down to your wrist, fidgeting with the loose end of the blue bandage. 

"Did I do that?" He asked, starring intensely at your injury he clearly doesn't have memory doing.

You silenced yourself, it was more of him questioning himself. He stepped forward, taking your wrist gently, your other arm holding the now yawning Marshmallow. 

You watch him gently push up your sleeve, his veiny hand held yours, his thumb softly rubbing the material. He looked at your injury, watching his brow furrow slightly. 

"It's not your fault.. Yeo-sang.." you slowed his name, like you were attempting to properly pronounce his name. To which he looked up to you with a smile. 

"You remembered?"

"Of course, how could I not?"

"Yeosang!" Someone yelled from down the hall. You both looked quickly, seeing the group by the exit. 

"What do you think they're talking about?" San started. Leaning close to Hongjoong, arm still around his shoulder.

"Whatever it is, it's none of our business." Hongjoong answered. Everyone turned their heads to him. 

"Really, you don't want to know?" Karina asked, taken a back as the older male always ask and shuffles his nose into other people's business. 

"No." Hongjoong shook his head.

Yunho raised his brows, Karina licked her lips, San cleared his throat, and Wooyoung groaned under his breath. 

The group watched the two figures down the hall exchange a few last words before Yeosang retreated back to the group. 

As Yeosang stalked closer, Hongjoong crossed his arms, stepping forward. His earring swinging with attitude. 

"The hell was that about?"

It was about 8pm and you finished your shower, ate and now getting ready for bed, maybe watch a couple videos of your favourite YouTubers on your new phone. 

Dimming your lights, you cover Marshmallow's food bow and walked to your bed, throwing off the covers easily and slipped in. You held the blanket up, the small chihuahua climbing in. She actually smelt quite well, showing that Yunho or whoever was really taking care of her. 

"Tired? Yeah.. me too..." You mumbled, cuddling the animal closer. She let out some comfort noises before her large eyes began to fall. You weren't too far, your body falling first, your eyes, then-

Your door faced a loud bang coming from the other side. Waking you and your buddy up immediately. Marshmallow yawned and you shot up on your elbow. 

"Who's there..!?" You yelled in a tired tone, surprised at the range of your tired voice. 

"Me!" 

"Who's me..!?" 

"You are..!"

Groaning, you got up, walking to the door and swinging it open. 

The black hair male smiled, he was also in his pyjamas too. You were surprised he didn't go to the party/club with the others. You took it that he was that kind of man. 

"Mr. Park, it's 9.." you wiped your eyes. 

"Actually.." he pulled back his sleeve, raising it to his eye level. "It's 8:34pm," he checked his watch then flashed it to you. 

"Come on, I want to show you something.." he exclaimed. But you shock your head. Turning around, crawled back into bed, not even having energy to cover yourself. 

"Come on f/n..." 

You groaned again, holding the sheets tighter. Till you felt your body drag right off your bed, your sheets now on the ground. 

"Seonghwaaa!!" You called his first name accidentally. 

"F/nnnnn!!" He mocked. 

It's took some effort but the taller male was able to remove you from your room. Leaving marshmallow whose was sleeping too well to be disturbed. 

Arriving to the anonymous destination, it took you a couple seconds to realize you both stood in a bar-like kitchen. The cooking side in the back with a bar table in front. 

"This is my cooking room," Seonghwa said, turning on the lights. The bright shining light nearly blinded you, almost like the sun woke up early, you shielded your eyes almost instantly. 

"Sorry.." he apologized after hearing you groan, dimming the lights lower. 

You sighed, tired, "Mr. Park, why are we here? I'm tired and I have work tomorrow," but the male completely disregard your message. Turning and walked to the oven, he switched it on.

"..Mr. Park..." you called again, scratching the back of your head, eyes still closed. You could heard him shift around the kitchen, grabbing and putting away tools he previously used.

If there's one thing you noticed was the smell. The small was sweet and lively. If your lungs didn't have limits, you would only want to inhale it till they popped. You could almost taste it. 

But it wasn't just food, it was an odor, his oder. You never noticed how he smelled. It smelt luxurious and expensive. 

It reminded you where you stood. He was on level 500 and you're still on 50- if not, you may not even have a level. He bakes, cooks, he's tall, has a pretty face, smooth talker, fights, rich- what else? You? You couldn't even think of anything as of now. You just needed to sleep.

"Aghhh!" You yawned, stretching your arms up, standing on your toes.

"Look, I have work tomorrow, it was nice walk and talk," you turned, stumbling a bit. Brotherly setting your foot near the exit before it slammed shut, a heavy wind nearly knocking you off your feet. 

No words were spoken, just a faint hum coming from the handsome male. At this point, the loud slam had woken you up completely. Your body flinched abit, thanking god that your fingers weren't between the door and the frame. 

The sound made your ears itch.  You tried the door. It was locked. No- it wasn't, but there was something forcing it shut.

"Mr-" 

"Sit down," it wasn't cold, it was more of a soft command. His humming came to a stop, now grabbing a plate, he turned around to face you. 

"Unless you want me to help you with that?"

You slowly shook your head, taking slow steps towards the counter and took a sat in front of him. 

He soft smile came back, going back to what he was doing, the sound of the plate making contact with the marble countertop. 

You just sat there, rubbing your eyes in slight exhaustion. 

"Your hand," he started, spreading, what looked like icing on top of his homemade dessert. You blinked at his words, looking as your hand and back to him. "From Jongho's report, it sounded fucked up.."

Woah...

He swore...

"Um.. yeah- I mean it wasn't that bad.." you stumbled to find the right words. His tone didn't seem too welcoming, to you it was fine, but to others, it definitely wasn't. His voice went deep as if the words in his mind transformed to emotions. A angry one at most.

"Does it hurt...?" He asked, adding the last thing on his desserts. 

"Well-" his stabbed the sweet with a fork, driving the stainless steel straight through the hot dough. 

"Well... it... I never noticed the pain till Jongho touched it, really..." you mumbled, caressing the blue bandage. 

The black hair male walked around the table holding two plates of what you finally see are glazed buns. He placed one in front of you then sat beside you. 

"Oh... I already brushed my teeth.."

"Brush em' again..." he answered, taking a bite of his bun. 

You chewed on your cheek, looking down at the food. The glazed bun, smelt of honey and a touch of cinnamon. The dough was hot, soft, and a right amount of chewy. So why weren't you in the mood to eat this delicious sweet?

"Not eating?" He spoke in English. Swallowing his second bite. 

"I just don't have the appetite to eat."

"For this or to eat in general..?" You turned your head to him. He smiled slightly before taking another bite of his bun. Your eyes ran between the two plates and that was when you realized he had given you the bigger bun.

"Jongho said you haven't been eating.."

"Huh!? I eat, he might've got it wrong.."

Seonghwa shook his head. "You losing appetite confirm your diet," his pointed his fork to you. "You're also losing weight.." 

"What..?" You looked down then touch your face immediately after his comment. "I'm not losing weight.."

"Your asthma has worsened.." he added.

"How do you...?"

"Mingi."

"I'm just not in the mood to eat, that's all."

He stopped chewing, his tongue making a large bulge rising on the side of his cheek before nodding. You heard him exhale from his nose. Putting his fork down, he got up from his chair and walked around back to the kitchen. 

You watched him open a cabinet, taking out a clear glass container. "You'll be taking it back with you then..." he said, his back still facing you. 

"Can I?"

Walking towards you, setting the container in front of him and set his hands on the counter separating you two. Tilting his head a small smile formed on his lips. His long hair falling on the side of his face.

"Well I'm not taking it back, I'm I?" He slid it towards you. 

"Take it to go."

"Listen-" you started.

"You're not hungry?"

"It not that..."

He slid it further towards you. 

"Take it."

Pressing your lips together you gently grabbed the fork but failed as your dominant still resigned in the thick blue cast. The metal fork fell back onto the plate, creating the loud eerie sound that made your teeth hurt. 

You tried again. 

Failed. 

Again. 

Failed. 

At this point you can feel heat rising in you, your ears running hot, your neck forming small beads of sweat. You never felt so... embarrassed and nervous? Your broken hand restricted you the mobility to pick anything up. 

You didn't need to look up to see Seonghwa smug growing wider and wider. 

"Need help?"

"No, I... I got it," you failed again, the fork now falling off the plate. You sighed heavily, using your other hand instead. But of course, since it wasn't your dominant hand, all you did and could do was stab the bun right in the middle.

"Ah-ha.." 

You heard Seonghwa's chuckle and lower his head, hiding his face. 

"F/n, do you need help?"

"No, I got this.."

You successfully put your homemade bun in its container, the only problem was... getting the fork out. 

"Yes... sorry what were you saying..?" You asked leaving the fork perfectly sticking out of the hot dessert. Seonghwa's shook his head.

"Nothing..." he answered, the smile on his face slowly fading. The male licked his teeth, tasting the trapped cinnamon in his teeth.

"I actually brought you here to talk.." his statement made his words sound almost shaky, and sort of filled with uncertainty. 

"Sure... anything wrong?" Your words coming out as a whisper.

He shook his head no. 

"It not really about you in general, it's about what you want to know..." he said. 

You blinked.

Seonghwa thought if he's on hiatus, he mightiest well get to know you. You haven't talked to much people in the building. From Mingi's report, you never talk to him in a way to know him, or he never tries to engage in having a conversation with you. As far as he knows, only him, Mingi and Jongho talked to you. 

He couldn't help but feel kinda bad at your sudden loneliness. He does see your body became smaller. He began to question whether you obtain skills to be able to feed yourself or making enough to buy yourself food. He did remove the dog from your care. So why do you look so... tired?

"Only three questions, go." He commanded, looking straight on. 

"Umm.."

"Quick!"

You stumbled on your words for a bit but soon found a quick question. 

"...Do all of you guys have abilities?" The question has been nagging you for a while. Yeosang, Seonghwa, Jongho, and Wooyoung are the only people you've seen with your own eyes. If you're gonna live here, it nice to know who you're living with.

Seonghwa bit his lip, looking down and yet another smile appeared. 

"Not all of us..."

"Well what are they?" His brows rises. 

"You told me you'll answer them.." you remarked and he sighed, putting his hand together and rested on his elbows.  "Well... I have the ability to levitate things... telekinesis is the scientific name... " he said, breaking eye contact with you, his eyes landing on the fork in your now cold dessert. You tracked his eyes, finding the fork now levitating and spinning clockwise in a fast pace. 

"Wooyoung as you know, is a super soldier... and so am I," you pressed your lips together, looking back to him with questioning eyes. 

"I thought they go rid of that serum..? It's illegal..." Seonghwa's shrugs. 

You bit your lip, furrowing your brows, thinking hard. 

There was a lot of scandals around the super soldier serum. You know Bucky and Sam ran into some individuals who carried it but after that, you never thought the serum would stretch far, let alone Korea. 

"Don't think too much about it... he wouldn't give you much thought, it's only fair..." 

You nodded but still carried it in the back of your mind. The male does have something out for you. You don't know what.. but that's not your current mission, it would probably never be. You don't feel responsible for his anger. 

"Jongho is a mutant... you know, the tail... he can phase through things and teleport," you nodded, impressed.

"What do you think of him?" Seonghwa's asked, cycling around and sitting back beside you.

"Well he's nice, and resourceful..." he raised a brow.

"You were never scared? You know his tail, sometimes glowing eyes..?"

You shook your head, knowing how people treat his kind; mutants that is. "I think it's pretty cool..."

You paused. "You think he'll get mad if I tried to touch it?"

"Then you wouldn't need a pen to sign your death sentence..." Seonghwa joked, to which you chuckled a bit. "Noted."

The conversation went on, Seonghwa continuously talking about his team's abilities. Finding San didn't have any including Jiwoo. 

Hongjoong can read people thoughts, and view their memories if he can touches them. As of now, he leaning to control the consciousness of people minds and maybe get into it. To which you found cool yet scary at the same time. Mind control is something that's wasn't new to you. You've been mind controlled before, it wasn't pretty. You ended up hurting a lot of people... including some you love. One way to describe it is: a horrible hangover.

Yunho has ferrokinesis, the ability to manipulate iron and many metals. You found it odd, he never used it. But you're willing to see it in person. 

"...Yeosang?" 

This time he shook his head. "We don't know what is... but it's not power, it's curse..." he spoke the last words with a bite. Seeing his teammates so vulnerable. Cry in pain, having to change his environment just to keep it at ease. Ever since that American mission, Yeosang 'powers' developed. He has no family history of it, meaning something must've happened in the west. Yeosang has no memory or getting, let alone going on the mission. 

Whoever put their hands on his teammate is still out there, somewhere. That's why Yeosang doesn't do overseas missions anymore.

Mingi- to which you found surprising, can heal. 

"What? Heal?" You question, completely shocked. Seonghwa's laughed, his deep voice softened, "why are you shocked?"

Your lips twitched, "well... he's so... hard and stoic."

If Yunho was here, he would've made a dirty joke about his best friend. But that didn't stop Seonghwa from chuckling a bit. 

"Wha..?" You asked softly.

"Nothing..." he smiled, running his tongue over his front teeth. "You called him hard..."

"He is!- he's so hard, I genuinely don't think he can't get soft... is he soft? like with you guys? I'm sure of it, he doesn't like me I can tell." you almost made Seonghwa choke on his spit. You watch him turn his spinning chair away from you. 

"The ice could be melting- no the metal could be melting and he refuses to see! I thought Karina was odd, but him, he kicks the bucket..." you turned to him, "What?... what's wrong? Was it something I said?" You asked, completely lost. 

Now you had the pretty male cackling, his back facing you. His laugh made your heart skip a beat for a second, you haven't made someone laugh that hard in a while. It made you feel fuzzy. Your stomach flipped and butterflies began to fly. A friend. A real friend. With those dynamic you've see on instagram; those 'you and me' or 'me and my bestie' photos. You hope maybe you could be one of them someday. Your imagination for a 'normal life' is totally different. Versus how you ended up here.

Seonghwa recovered. You grabbed him a tissue for his watery eyes to which he thanked you for. The conversation soon continued after that. The chat leading to Karina. 

He liked his lips, eyes focused on nothing but spaced out a bit, "she's a witch."

"How so..?" You asked, placing a cap over your bun.

"I mean she can do almost everything... it's not full confirmed but... I think she's a blood witch... I worry it might rip her apart..." he spoke in a low tone, worrying about his teams. You found it, somehow- even more attractive, the fact that he cares so much about his team. He did end up making all those buns for a reason. He knows after that party, they're gonna need something sweet after all of that alcohol. 

More of a reason to talk to you. He could be sleeping but chose to talk to you instead to pass time till they come back.

A mom and dad right there. Looking back to your container, your perfectly glazed bun. You only thought of how he wouldn't have never gave you one if he wasn't interested. Being friends that is... he certainly not looking for someone.... You mean, someone like him definitely gonna be taken... right? Your thoughts soon fell on Karina words the other day. 

"I think you should ask him out..." Karina said, lying on your bedroom's floor. It was about 10pm on a Thursday night. Karina swing by to say hi just as you were about to doze off. 

"Who?"

Turning around and onto her elbows. "Seonghwa's duh.."

You shook your head. "Nope, not happening."

Karina pouted. "Or just hook up with him?"

Lying on your bed, you turned your head, looking down to her. Slowly shaking your head in disapproval and disappointment. 

"No?"

"No. 

"Oh come on now!"

Karina sat up, scooting towards you. 

"I heard he uses his power to-" quickly covering your ears with your pillow under your head, you shut your eyes tight and screamed. She continued to talk despite your loud voice. You didn't want his image ruined. 

"KARINA!!"

"A blood witch?" you looked tensely into his eyes. "Like Wanda?"

He shrugged. "Karina can be dangerous, just be careful ok?" He turned to you, looking into your eyes. Looking for something, for you to confirm your safety. 

You were taken back a bit. She's been nothing but sweet to you. She always offering to hang out (as in going out) but you would shut them down. Why? You're too nervous. It's been a while since you had someone that close. Close enough to make friends or to have a girls talk, which is something you craved for- for years. The closest you've been with her was arm. 

"Next question." He stated. 

Another question that has been bothering you was the organization after you, Nuclear. It been mention a couple of times, on and off but since you have a chance to learn some more, why not do so?

"...Who's and what's Nuclear?"

You felt the room drop and Seonghwa's chest slightly tightened at the sudden mention of the name. 

"Nuclear..." he repeated, as if he was testing how the name would roll off his tongue. 

"They're an organized crime group, formed from Russia, they traffic girls, and turn them into widows," he said, not staring at you, looking straight ahead and keeping a serious tone in his voice. 

You blinked, slowly beginning to connect the dots. "Like Black Widow and her childhood enemy?"

"Yup." He corrected. 

You looked back forward, trying to process the information. Trying to tie the dots together. 

"I thought he had died..."

"Oh his is, but he had successors, to which are still looking for you..."

You looked over you to him again, scratching the bowls glass sides. Your thumb nail slipping only to repeat the action. 

You both sat in a comfortable silence, swinging your legs from the high chair. 

"Mr. Park." You called gently.

"Hm?" He hummed using his powers to open a cabinet and made two glasses fly out of it. You watched them land gently on to the marble counter just as another cabinet from beneath it opened. A clear golden liquid danced in the glass bottle as the cap popped off before it tilted itself  to pour the- what you assume is alcohol- into the two glasses. 

After watching it, you turned to see him focusing on pouring you two a shot. His eyes were tensed, but his body was calm and relaxed. 

You couldn't help but trigger something that made him suddenly pull the alcohol. 

"Sorry." 

"Huh?" He asked. The shot now sitting in front of you. 

"That question must've touched something it shouldn't have..." you apologized. 

He shook his head. Resting on his hand, head facing you with a smile on his face. 

"I like you F/n," he stated which made your brain go blink. This guy seriously doesn't think before speaking..!

"Oh- Oh... thanks." You answered, putting both hands around the small glass. Shaking the glass gently, you were hesitate to take that shot. You never drunk. You're scared of the bitter taste, not wanting that to be the last thing on your tongue before sleeping.

"I like you too- I mean you're fine- like you're nice, at least to me... I mean you can still kill me... but I don't think you'll will..." you rambled, now grabbing the fork from your bowl and began to play with the handle. You would rambled, going on without much thought of what was coming out of your mouth, all while he teasingly smiled and nodded at every odd word coming from your mouth.

"...You won't right?" You whispered, giving his a quick glance, eyes falling back to your drink as you noticed him looking at you. 

The corners of his lips twitched. He noticed this- He noticed this for a while. It's something his gonna get out of you, one way or another. So he thought of something...

He nudged your elbow with his. Turning back to him, you noticed his mouth open, as if he was trying to find words. 

"Jagiya, how about this: If you can hold eye contact with me, I'll... do whatever you want..." his challenged, looking straight into your eyes, the corner of his plump lips lifting. 

"...How long..?" You asked, rolling your hand on each side of your shot glass. You didn't face him when you asked, only giving him more of a reason to believe you won't last two seconds. 

"40 seconds." He answered quick and easy. Turning his body to you, his caressed his thighs, his thick ring nearly getting caught on his pants. You watched his fingers squeeze them; probably for stress and tension relief. 

But you couldn't help but fire them a quick peek. 

"For-ty-sec-onds." He taunted, leaning in closer. 

"And I'll do anything for you, F/n..." his whispered. The fork suddenly flying straight out of your hand, shooting straight forward, impaling the kitchen wall.

Oh...ok...

"Okayy... I'll do it, just hold on..." you replied quickly as his bubble came closer to yours. 

Turning to him, your knees touching his, your eyes shifting between anything but him. 

"You're already breaking the rules."

"The game didn't start..."

"Game? it's not a game." That alone made you look at him. A dirty smile forming on his lips once more. 

"For me it is, for you, It shouldn't be..." you gulped. Not noticing his hands sliding closer to your knees. He leaned in, closer to you.

You held it, for a couple seconds, about 20 seconds before you flinched. His hands made its way to your thighs. When your body reacted, he immediately lifted his hands but you grabbed his wrist, leaving them where they were. His hand were now gripping them, the muscles were almost hard, showing how fit your thighs were. It kinda felt like a stress ball.

"F/n..? Sorry... I-" 

You squeezed your eyes shut. "My thighs are ticklish..." you whispered, letting go of his wrist. But he didn't move, still in his leaned-in pose. A breath escaped his nose, a dry chuckle.

"Ahhhhh- You cheated tho, I win.. what's my prize?"

He bowed his head, hiding his face. 

"Me, tell me and you'll receive.." he answered removing his hands from your thighs. 

Easy game. Seonghwa loves to play this game on conflicted feelings. He played this 'do this and I'll do anything' a couple time. People who are drawn to his handsome sculpted face would want nothing but to eradicate his body, hear what his sounds like, rip him apart for pleasure. 

This is a test for him, not a game. But last a test for you. Just to see who you really are. Was he wasting his time? He couldn't help it, it's either you two get it over with sooner or later. Because he feels like later might be too late. 

You could ask anything... anything! Ask someone who can do anything to do anything! You hit the real jackpot! Karina words ringed in your head, your thought cloud was covered in her dirty words. Your body wanted it, your lonely soul wanted it.

Your eyes landed on his warm hands gripping your slightly shaking thighs. His thumb moved slightly, the pads pressing down hard. 

Then it hit you. He was actually trying to tempt you. Trying to make you want it. But due to the lack of any type of intimacy. The touching didn't make you crave it, only made you even more nervous. And your excitement quickly turned hysterically shy. 

Wrapping your hands around his wrist, you gently pulled his hand off one of the most sensitive part of your body. You smiled before saying what you wanted... it was a simple and respectful request.

One Seonghwa didn't see coming. 

"Can I get a phone plan?" You asked, which made Seonghwa's smile drop from ten to one. 

"I- I can't do that.." he muttered, removing his hand from the warmth of your thighs 

"Oh come onnnn... I promise it's for a good reason!" You used both hand to grab one of his biceps and shook it gently. 

"F/n I can't, it's against the rules..."

"It's my prize..." you whined. 

"And you'll get one, just not that, now asked again." His demanded calmly, leaning in a tapped your nose gently.

After a small talk, you both concluded that this was the end of your night. You sat in his room for over an hour. 

It was nice, like talking to an old friend, you could do this more. Just not during your bed time...

"No work.."

"Huh?"

"You said you had work..." Seonghwa walked around the counter, taking your dirty dish. "Your broken hand... Kim already cut your schedule, check in with Jongho in two days..."

"But-"

"That's an order, Jagiya." Biting your lips, you nodded, squeezing your container. 

"Yes sir..." Seonghwa chuckled. 

"Never call me that..." he said taking both glasses, both shots still in them. 

"What then?"

"... Seonghwa... and no more Mr. Park... I'm only a year older than you, I'm not that old," he said turning around to the sink.  "Have a good night F/n," he said and you gently returned him a smile. 

"Goodnight... Seonghwa..." you bowed slightly and took your exit, navigating through the halls and back to your room where you found Marshmallow now on the other side of the room; it seems she moved her bed near the open window for some air. 

You sighed and put the now cold bun into the fridge before heading to your comfortable sheets.

After leaving his kitchen, Seonghwa was now sitting in his office, brought his legs up on his desk, sighing and recalling the night he had with you. He looked at the two shot that remained untouched. 

"She's definitely something, isn't she?" He mumbled, typing something on his phone. One hand on his phone and the other on his thigh. The ghost of your warm shaking thigh still lingered on his palm. He sighs, feeling kinda bad and surprised at the fact he pulled a move on you. He knew you wanted to fall into the temptation, but chose not too. He got rejected, and this time it didn't hurt. He could only smile.

Turning back to his phone, he requested exactly what you wanted, despite what he told you.

You laid in your bed, eyes still wide open, thinking about the night. Seonghwa, the powers, Karina, Mingi... You had so many questions to ask him, but he's not the best person you can talk to. You just can't seem to 'talk' to him without any eye contact or becoming a stuttering mess. 

"UGH! how can I be so stupid?!?" 

You ran your hands up and down your thighs in a stressful manner. Immediately the thought was replaced with the phantom of Seonghwa hands squeezing them. His long fingers with his thick rings pressed your squishy muscly thighs. 

Then you realize something... did someone just try to make a move on you...?

NEXT MORNING BOUNS

"I can't give you want, sorry I'll risk people tracking you." Seonghwa's said as the sun came back up, he meet you outside of your room. He leaned against the entrance of your room by the wall.

"You said you wanted to make a call?" He asked, taking out his phone. 

"Use mine." He called. Nudging it to you. You grabbed the phone gently and began to type away the number on the phone pad. 

"Can I take it into my room for a second?" You asked to which he silently hummed and gestured his hand to your door. 

You mumbled a small thanks and quick entered your room to make a quick phone call. It ringed a couple time before the person on the other line picked up. 

"Hello, this is Happy Hogan speaking." 

"HAPPY!" You yelled. 

"... yes?"

"It's me, F/n. F/n L/n..."

"..."

"Holy shit kido! How are you?" He yelled by in the same tone as you. To which you smiled brightly. 

"I'm ok, kinda got myself in a pickle but-"

"You want me to get you out of the pickle?" The older head leaned back against his office chair. His shoulders relaxed after hearing a familiar voice. 

Happy was Tony Starks personal assistant. You guys formed a bond between the years of working with the avengers. He was the one who fit the perfect father figure after the first foster one failed. He kinda was the one who kept you from fighting in all of the chaotic wars the Avengers were in as you weren't a legal adult. 

"unfortunately you can't help me in this one- I'm just curious, do you remember that one guy... um- oh! Aldrich Killian!?"

"That fire-y bastard?"

"Yeah, you don't happen have an injection for a user...?I'm trying to... you know..."

There was a pause on the line. 

"Holy shit F/n, what did you get yourself into?"

NOTES

❌ • You're growing a soft spot for Yeosang. Something about him makes you comfortable despite his weird nature

❌ • Hongjoong and Yunho run a secret therapy program outside of the therapy circle

❌ • with that phone call; You can't do much as of right now, but you can aid the ones who can

❌ • F/n been feeling low lately but after the night she had with Seonghwa, she started to feel a little better and less anxious

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I am so sorry for the wait. I got constant blocks, it was already written but i wanted to edit it to make it more interesting but it got SOO messy. This chapter is over 12k words the draft is over 14k. I CUT SO MUCH. 

I also had been busy with school and finals are almost over 🎉 I'll be going home to rest for about a bit so I hope I can get out of this writers block! Till then, thank you for your patience. Take care of yourselves and I <3 y'all.

Also genuine question, how do we like the MC?

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[thefrontofmymind]

Sunrays (Ross MacDonald x Reader)

a/n: just a short lil something while I was in the mood! Any feedback is appreciated :))

It was too early in the morning–for you, that is, for Ross it was the middle of the night and you knew he’d adjusted to the timezone and he’d be well asleep by now. You didn’t mind though, you hadn’t seen him in person in over a month and you just missed him so much–as he did you, telling you on every Facetime call and every ‘good morning’ text.

You walked down the silent hotel hallway with the room key that John had secretly organised for you to pick up at the front desk. 

1106…1108…1110…1112.

You stood in front of Ross’ door. It suddenly dawned on you that you were breaking into his hotel room in the middle of the night, while he was presumably sound asleep. And that was not how you wanted to start your visit.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, dialling his number like you’d done each night for the past month. You heard his muffled ringtone on the other side of the door. Four rings before he finally picked up.

“Hello?” He said groggily.

“Did I wake you?” You asked.

“Nah, I just-” He yawned. “I was just drifting off…”

“I’m sorry, darling…”

“It’s early for you, isn’t it?”

You were almost giddy with the thought that he had no idea you were just on the other side of his door.

“It’s not too bad, I just couldn’t wait to tell you.”

“Tell me what?” He asked. You could practically hear the confusion in his voice.

“I think you might have some room service,” you answered in a whisper.

“It’s the middle of the night!” He chuckled.

“Just open the door, will you?! I feel like some kind of stalker out here!”

In a flash, he’d hung up the phone and bolted out of bed to open the door. When you finally laid eyes on him, you breathed a sigh of relief you didn’t know you had. You’d never have forgotten what he looked like, but photos and videos just didn’t do his beauty justice. Within seconds you were caught in one of his bear hugs that just about knocked you over. You missed his scent, the security of his arms, the softness of his beard that was currently pressed against your forehead as he held you to his chest.

“What-how?” He asked once he finally found the strength to pull away from you.

“Decided to finally use some of my PTO to come see you,” you answered with a smile. “Sorted it with Waughy and Jamie.”

“I knew they were acting weird tonight!” He grinned, pulling you in for another hug. “Let’s get to bed.”

You hadn’t had such a peaceful sleep since Ross left for tour. His body kept you warm without feeling suffocated by the stacks of blankets you used to try to replace him in his absence. And for the first time in a long time, you didn’t have any dreams of Ross that would leave you desperately longing for him when you woke up.

You couldn’t sleep much–the jet lag was getting to you–but you didn’t mind, you were happy just laying next to your sleeping boyfriend, being lulled into a meditative state by his soft snores.

Soon, orange rays of sunlight began to peak through the open curtains. You couldn’t take your eyes off Ross’ face as the beams of light contorted over the bridge of nose, then illuminating the red tinges in his beard and highlighting his long, dark eyelashes resting against the bags under his eyes–that you couldn’t help but notice were just a couple shades darker than when he left a month prior.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you saw one of his eyes peak open. Their bright amber colour in the morning sun could only remind you of peaceful mornings back home, when you’d sleep in ‘till 10 and then spend the whole day watching movies on your sofa. You so dearly missed those kinds of mornings.

“Are you watching me sleep?” He asked in a low, gravelly voice.

“I can’t help it,” you giggled. “I could just stare at you forever.”

Ross grinned smugly, stretching, before lightly grabbing your arm and pulling into his side. ���Creep.”

[normalcannibalism]

(sketches + other stuff under cut)

sketches . little wendy was originally a warm up sketch for me to figure out how to draw her and figure out her colours, but i liked her enough to fully finish her, yay. you can kinda see my struggle to figure out what eye colour to do but. i finished drawing wendy and jusr gave up so no eye colour for her ^_^ or any sp character i may draw. probably. dont have much to say, i did kinda struggle for a bit with them tho

bg stuff. the first wendyls were originally warm up sketches, like the little wendy but i liked them. but now enough to finish them so i snuck them in the bg. phone is meant to reference call girl, she's also te picture on the phone wowwwwww. i originally wanted to fully draw call girl like how i did with wendy and wendyl, but her outfit was just too confusing for my brain at the time so. phone bg . nothing to say about the little tiny wendys and the dont fuck with wendy testaburger, i think the wendyl is funny to see like this. you can tell i just. idk how to word it, you know what i did right

finished character art. or whateber you call it. i dont habe anything to say, these are pretty. basic for me but i dont think i've ever done anything in the same style as the little wendy? there's a few flaws i can see with the wendy and wendyl but i think those are just. things no one else will notice, so i'm not gonna lose my mind trying to fix it. i am overall happy with all of these though, and this piece in general.

this art is now the one that took me the longest to draw, the last one's time being like. 11 hours? 12 hours? god. this one also definitely took me slightly longer than this time as i had to start on a new canvas. i don't think the last one is posted here, it could honestly be lost to time?? unless i have it in my archival discord server... idk.

anyways, hi hello. i am watching south park with my brother rn, but i have been a weird little freak and watching a bunch of video essays about it too so. i'm Not going in spoiler free, neither is my brother ithink? idk he's watched a bit of it, he's played the games i know that for sure. this weird fixation i'm having is rtgame's fault (joke) because i was watching nothing but his sot and fbw vods for weeks :') i feel somewhat guilty about it but. i enjoyed what i saw. idk man. wendy is one of my favourites rn. that could change. idk. a. i dont really have much to say, i am just. here. this took me ages to draw wtf. uhhhh bg. blame my brother if you hate me now because i posted this, he told me to post this ^_^ his fault. fuck him (joke)

sorry this was so long, thanks for lookign at it if you did :) bye

[alexiavettel]

chapter two

“The world was whole then, the sun and moon together as one”

pairing: charles leclerc x fem¡stroll!reader

word count: 1.4k+

warnings: asshole!charles, asshole!reader, mentions of Jules (this one actually trigger me), google translator italian/french, light mentions of death

disclaimer: any photo used is not supposed to represent the reader, are all Pinterest pics that matches the context

PS: reader is a slytherin (just like me) sorry if you don’t see yourself in this house but just matches perfectly with her personality.

⇦⇦⇦ previous part

(Y/N) Stroll POV:

I fixed the straps of my Ferrari red dress which in my opinion is RIDICULOUS to dress up in this specific colour. Okay, I’m not gonna lie I look pretty hot in this tone of red but I look hot in every tone of red so fuck it. I think I would look prettier in my classic green but let’s keep this in mind for the season start gala he’s gonna have to wear a dark green suit at least.

Got my keys, purse and mobile and headed to my Aston Martin Valhalla that my dad gave it to me (exclusive till the moment because customers will only order at the middle of 2023).

•

“Wow dressed up all for me?” Charles annoying Leclerc smirked while hugging me and kissing my cheek (ew this feels so weird).

“Unfortunately yes. But good news for me is that you are wearing a green suit in the gala next week in exchange” I didn’t told anyone yet but he doesn’t need to know.

“Absolutely not! Binotto is going to kill me”

“I talk with him about it no problem, sweetheart” I said while seating and opening the menu.

“Already knows what you’ll eat?” I asked after some minutes in weird silence.

“Probably a carbonara, the pasta in this place is amazing. You should try it”

“Well I’ll ask for some tagliatelle” I stand up my arm to call the waiter.

“It’s a Italian restaurant (Y/n) they speak Italian, let me do the talk for you mon ange”

“Prenderemmo uno tagliatelle, uno spaghetti alla carbonara e un vino per favore” I said smiling right after rolling my eyes at the driver.

“Qualche preferenza per il vino?”

“Voglio un Castello Tricerchi Brunello di Montalcino, grazie”

“I-I didn’t know you speak Italian” he gasped?

“Now you do” I forced a smile (god this is also entering the list of best moments, he looks soo taken back)

“S-So Lorenzo gave me a couple of questions we should do to know each other better in case the reporters ask us” he said picking his phone to show me a WhatsApp message with a bunch of questions.

“For real?? Shoot it, so we can end this up faster”

“Okay, favourite colour?”

“Your’s red mine’s green and black”

“Obsessed” he faked a cough “Do you have any pets?”

“Yeah, I got a Doberman named Sirius”

“From Sirius Black, like the Harry Potter one?”

“Yeah” god, where’s the food?

“Wait. What’s your Hogwarts house?” He asked like is the most important question ever.

“I’m a slytherin, for sure the best one” sorry not sorry.

“Hm I thought so, you kinda look a bit like Voldemort”

“Says the one who looks like one of Malfoy’s friends”

“Excuse me!? Whatever, back to pets I don’t got any. But I would like to have a little dog, nothing like a Doberman they’re scary-“

“He’s actually pretty cute but he’s trained so I can make him bite your flat ass” I would pay good money to watch this scene.

“Best moment in F1”

“Silverstone podium, last year” a hard race but I got my best result there. A P3 with Bottas in P2 and Lewis in P1.

“Monza, 2019” he smiles gently but drop it when reads the next question.

“Worst moment in F1”

“Jules’ accident” I answer without thinking twice.

This is actually one of my worst memories ever, Charles was lucky for didn’t get to see it in person like I did. I couldn’t sleep properly because of the nightmares for 3 weeks straight. Jules took care of me when I was younger, specially because I always competed against his godson so we always were together, he was kinda a big brother figure for me. He knew that my father payed more attention in my younger brother and he said something once that made me really try to get into F1…

“You’re a good kid (Y/N), you’ve got a long way. Call me crazy but I can see it featured everywhere ‘First female driver in Formula One in decades. The very much first female race winner ever. She came from far but she came to win! (Y/N) Stroll is the winner of the Canadian Grand Prix’” he said with a commentator voice making me laugh.

“I know it’s soo hard to be part of a real team in F1 and being a girl we both know will be even harder but you got to do it. You are stronger than almost all those little boys and you are going to show them in the future, but don’t be too harsh with my little Charles okay? I want to see you guys driving together one day” I tried to smile back at him but I wanted to cry so bad.

“I want to drive with you one day, Jules!” I said hugging his legs.

“I can’t promise that we will but I want to do that too, okay? Gonna make everything possible to make it happen, girl” he ruffled my hair gently.

“Yeah because he already promised me that, you ugly” Charles screamed at me coming out of nowhere “Come fast or I’ll slash your tires”

“I miss him so fucking bad. I was going to say the same thing, at least there’s one thing we agree with” he tried to laugh, and the waiter just arrived with our food.

“If exist something that lift me up from sadness around this topic it’s wine and think that he would be proud of me and my achievements. I like to remember all the memories we got together like me, you, Pierre and Esteban with Jules, Norman and Lorenzo taking care of us and trying to compete in karts but these old bastards almost made us crash every time” he let out a genuine giggle and true smile before trying the wine.

“Hmmm good wine choice”

“I know, it’s one of my favourites. My brother gave me this one as a prank and I ended up liking it”

“So one more question. Biggest dream?”

“Both of us dream in being world champions don’t we?”

“You actually right, ew. Okay, hm your dream travel?” He asked after chewing (disgustingly) his pasta, I swear he eats like a child.

“Don’t know if I have one… Maybe Seychelles, I discovered this place recently but it’s so pretty, like the ocean and the rainforest is incredible in the pics I saw. Or maybe Egypt! I’ve never been there-“

“Okay I got it, you like travelling! I don’t know mine, but I would like to see Argentina better maybe? Now-”

“Wait my BeReal just-“ I love this app but sometimes I would like to uninstall this shit “Give me your hand!”

“What?” When he took my hand in his I took my BeReal without showing his face.

“You don’t have it?” I asked putting my phone back in my purse, just waiting to see my friends' reactions.

“Pierre actually told me to download it but I don’t know”

“Oh come on it’s fun, download it!” I picked up his phone and put in his hands while drinking the end of my glass.

“I mean is kinda cool but what’s the point? What if I’m in the bathroom?”

“The point is being real like showing yourself to your friends without make up, filters, you know just living your life. And when it notifies in the bathroom just put your hand in front of the camera it’s for best”

“Okay…”

•

I’m ABSOLUTELY out of breath after seeing the BeReal’s reactions:

😲 pedritogostoso10: bitch u didn’t told me??? ik this watch is expensive so at least it’s a good catch

😃 howdydannyric: wow good pasta but poor wine choice 🤠

>>> memyselfstroll: just because it isn’t expensive doesn’t mean it’s bad

>>> howdydannyric: whatever you say extreme cheapskates

😍 yourdreamliv: hope you liked the dress in the end 👀❤️

>>> memyselfstroll: i just don’t stop paying you bc if i do some public shit u gonna save my ass!!

😍 thebestleclerc: enjoyed the questions?

>>> memyselfstroll: you dont know how much i hate u rn Lorenzo

If only I could tell Daniel… but he will bring this up till the rest of my life. Well I can tell him we are fake when we go public, I just need to remember that not a lot of people can know about it. In the moment just me, my “boyfriend”, our PRs, my father, my pt and our team principals.

I only can imagine when Danny and Seb get to know it. Not even my brother knows I’m “dating” someone, he’s going to get so frustrated when I tell him it’s fake! This boy try to get me a boyfriend for so many years it’s going to be funny tho.

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hope you enjoyed <3

[tomura-complex]

Babysitter or something more? Part 2

Part 1

I’m sorry it took so long, but I’m back with another part! I hope you will like it and enjoy it. I wish you nice reading &lt;3

Many weeks flew by… I visited Shouta and babysat Eri few more times. But something changed… I have never seen Tenko again. Last time I was at Shouta’s house, he quickly got inside and ran to his room, and then he locked himself up. No greeting, nothing. I felt kind of bad for him. Maybe I scared him. Was I ruder than I should be. “Ten leaves his room almost every night. I always hear him opening the window. And after a long while, he comes back.” Eri mumbled, when we were reading last time.

Her words are stuck in my mind. Last three weeks I didn’t have much time thanks to school, so I didn’t see Shouta and Eri often. Last night… I heard something strange. Something like rustling behind my bedroom window. But it was probably just cat or something. My eyes slowly closed. Last few nights I had trouble with sleeping. I was still hearing something. But tonight, it didn’t take long to fall asleep. Warm breath brushed over my face. I slowly opened my eyes and feel cold breeze and a click. A click of my window. I stood up and look at my window. My heart is beating out of my chest. This isn’t real, I’m just dreaming. I dragged into my kitchen and poured some fresh water. Then I saw something. Little red light in the corner of my kitchen. I stepped to it and looked at it. Wait. I turn on the light and saw a small black box. That’s… that’s a camera. How. How did it get there? I took it off and went back to sleep.

--next week--

Those weird things keep happening. I feel like I’m paranoid and overreacting, but this is too much. I feel like someone is watching me. I found camera in every room, even straight in the shower!  I can’t really sleep. I’m scared that someone will come inside through my window. I even bought lock for every window and my door. Buzzing of my phone snapped me out of the madness.

‘Hi Y/n, I’m sorry, but I really need your help today. We have a lot of work at UA and I need to work overtime today. Could you please look after Eri? I would be really happy if you did so.’ Oh. Maybe spending time with Eri could help me. I answered Shouta a yes and walked out of my apartment. I need to get out.

I helped Eri with her homework and cleaned the kitchen and the living room. “Why are you still shaking? It’s warm here.” Eri mumbled and held my hoodie. “Sorry sweetheart… I think I’m getting sick, so I’m feeling cold.” I smiled at her. Then she beamed. “Ten has a heavy blanket in his room! He wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it.” She beamed and ran to his room. He is still at uni. Maybe… I could borrow it for a little while? I walked right behind her and walked inside his room. It is… a big room full of mess and trash. There is a lot of kitchenware, clothes and emptied cans. I stepped nest to Eri and she handed me the blanket. I thanked her and threw it over me. It feels so warm. We then walked down and I handed her a colouring book. I cuddled into the blanket and watched her. The blanket… feels so warm. And. It smells so nice. I accidentally fell asleep in the warm embrace.

“What do you think you’re doing?” Someone yelled and waked me up. Then they yanked the blanket off me and I fell down. I opened my eyes and shoot up. “Ten! That was rude!” Eri shouted. I rubbed my eyes and turn around. It’s him. He... has changed… “Why didn’t dad let me look after you? Wait. You were in my room? What did I tell you about it?” He shouted. I felt how Eri clenched my hoodie sleeve. I gritted my teeth. “It is your little sister. She wanted to help me. To make me feel better.” I slowly stood up. “You should apologise to her. You’re her older brother.” I grumbled. He looked into my eyes and huffed. Then he turned away and walked into his room. I growled. “Give me one minute.” I smiled at Eri and quietly walked to his room. I politely knocked on his door. Then I entered his room. “Tenko, I’m sorry, but… Eri just wanted to help me-“

My kitchen. My bedroom. My bathroom. My shower. My… my bedroom from another angle. Everything was on the screen. On the screen of his computer. I felt frozen in the place. My heart was in my throat. He... I looked at him terrified. He had an expression of a surprised little innocent boy. He stood up and walked to me. In a glimpse, his expression changed into something even worse. I had sudden urge to empty my stomach… my heart. I ran into the bathroom and fell to my knees. I felt him raise my hair. “Don’t ruin your beautiful hair.” He whispered. After a minute the urge finally stopped. My throat is sore and itching. I hate puking so much. He handed me a glass of water and a towel. I sat down and drank. Then I dried my lips. My whole body is shaking and I feel like I’m freezing. “Ten? What’s wrong with Y/n-chan?” Eri squeaked. I looked at her. “I’m sorry sweetie, but... I don’t feel really well.” “Let’s dress up and walk Y/n home, what do you think? She needs to rest.” Tenko mentioned and Eri started bouncing. “Yes!” She squeaked and ran to dress up. Tenko hold my hands, but I smacked him. I stood up and slowly walked downstairs. I need to get out. Get out of everything. I grabbed my bag, but Tenko smacked my hand and took it from me. “Don’t overdo it.” He grinned. I… I’m scared of him… Eri ran to me and grabbed my hand. I smiled at her and went outside. We slowly walked to my apartment. Of course, that Tenko knows where it is. I grabbed my keys. “Can we go inside? We will make you some tea… Reassure that you have everything…” Tenko mused. “No.” I snapped. Then I saw how Eri got sad. I squatted to her. “I’m sorry sweetie. I will go, so you won’t be sick.” I smiled at her and went inside. As soon as I could I locked myself inside. I panted heavily. My legs trembled. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit! This is not good. I look at one of the cameras and gulped. This is not good. I started ripping every camera of and breaking it. It was him. The whole time. It was only and only him. Why did I feel close to him? I was so dumb, oh my god. I took a warm shower and made some tea. Then I looked at the last camera in my bedroom. I feel so dizzy. This is bad. I gulped and stood back up. Why is everything spinning? I took a chair and stood on it. This is really bad. Don’t tell me… don’t tell me that there was something in the water. I rubbed my eyes and looked into the camera. “I hate you.” I whispered and ripped the camera of the wall. I stepped down and quickly grabbed the bed. Everything is spinning. My eyes closed and my body gave up, falling to the ground.

-- two days later--

“Good morning sweetheart. You’re finally awake.” I slowly opened my eyes to… him. I jerked up and looked at him. What is. What. “You weren’t answering the phone more than two days. I was worried. Even my dad was calling you.” He smiled. Then he pulled his blanket up to my face. “You have fever and cough. You drained your body. I bought you medicaments and instant soup. You need something warm. And I will tell Eri and dad that you’re alright. Bye.” He whispered and kissed my hand. He then stood up and looked at me. Then he turned my back to me. “I’m not watching you. Not from now on.” He whispered and walked out of my apartment. Then I heard him locking my apartment’s door. My eyes feel heavy again and the blanket smelled nice I closed my eyes and drifted back to sleep and fever dreams.

A/N: Woah. I didn't expect that this would turn out this way! And I think you didn't expect it too ;> Now I wil try and write another part of this mini serie. And I think that would be the last part. (but maybe not ;>) And I hope you will stick with me still another part!

and thank you for your support, it means a lot to me and it always makes my day! &lt;3

Part 3

[donovankinard]

scaled & icy live

an hour, huh? i best get comfy.

it's all under the cut xx

the graphics are kinda funky

OH IS THIS WHERE THE PANSEXUAL FLAG COLOURS CAME FROM OKAY

i can get hype about some pink blue and yellow fr

wait is this meant to be the dema morning show?? thats so fucking funny though. thats actually so fucking funny.

okay wait so in this dema universe, in the lore, twenty one pilots is still a band? tyler joseph and josh dun are still a band?

why is he sad :(

"is that. number 16 cotton candy" bitch ofc it is

YEAH JOSH WHERE ARE YOU

u good tyler

whats with the wookie noises

into choker tho is beautiful

THE STAGE AGH

sorry brief mention to how fucking good josh looks in this video oml

the stressed out bridge coming in there????

wait are these the bishops little minions or smth cause theres too many of them to be the bishops

this is a vibey little live version

man sidenote im so ordering merch this weekend

wait wahts the light thing at the back

is that supposed to be the nine towers?

oh into migraine?? was not expecting that

"depresS" everybody fucking freeze. "ive thoughts."

into morph??

its a little all over the place but in a good way?? does that make sense

wait no bring back tylers agonised screaming

"my personal favourite, mulberry street" i hate you but same

YES MULBERRY STREET

KEEP YOUR BLISS THERES NOTHING WRONG WITH THIS FUCK YEAH

the murals. yes

josh just doin his lil bounce in the back tho

whats with the chick wtih the teddy bear

that guy was not there before was he???

and back to the piano. agh.

the little adlibs afkdlsjfdsklfjsld

see in my head all these dancers are banditos and i will take no argument

in two days i will know this mulberry street choreo by heart. just saying

when tyler and josh are looking for people for their next venture i will be ready. im telling you now.

that girl in the front in the skirt ate that

wait whos this girl

LANE BOY FUCK YEAH

whats with the gas masks? are you my mummy? /ref

wait where did josh's shirt go not that im complaining

anybody want to learn this choreo with me too

wait i wonder if i can convince my partner to do this at our wedding actually (long long way away but i picture it being Highly Amusing)

joshs hair is just so good in this video idec

joshua william dun was that a lip bite and a wink. god fucking damn

oh hello guitar

into chlorine?? okay this setlist is. wow

whats with all of joshs costume changes??

okay tylers coat is eating here now tho

shy away yessss

the set for this is so interesting too

shy awAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY

his little dance is so cute stop

also side note josh ate that fit so hard

"it brought tears to my eyes" same, dude. same.

ok that was fucking weird

that shirt should be so ugly so why is he kind of eating

the outside yes

josh in the onesie wtf😭 he's so!!!!!

hey bud where u goin

just casually breakdancing in the street. ok

"shut uP!" lmaooo

the water into the night sky into the backdrop is beautiful

THE UKULELELLELELELLELELE

WAIT HEATHENS ON UKE??? THIS IS GORGEOUS

wait he's in a boat thats so fucking cool

the sets for this are jsut fucking brilliant

i love this being just sort of him and the ukulele. i love it.

torchbearers back yaaaaay

ohhhh jumpsuit???? and the set gives the mv vibes

and then immediately into heavydirtysoul???

tyler periodically turning into a velociraptor is feeding my soul tbh

why are the hosts gradually looking more and more demonic/dead

SATURDAY AYYYYYYY

the disco ball lmaoo

the vibes here are immaculate

wait???? is that jenna?????????????????????

her sweater is so fckn cute tho

him getting off the phone and just going "oooooooooooooooOoOooooooooOOOOOOooOoOOOOOOOOoooooo" is such a mood

the BOOMBOX yES

LEVEL OF CONCERN FUCK YEAH

oooooh the backdrop here is fire?? the colour palette fdjklfjkldj

the remixed vibes of all the songs are fucking slapping. are they available to stream or anything anywhere??

riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiide!!!!!!!!

the visuals have been on point this entire video can i just say

also tylers shirt is so cool???

all the horn instruments are intriguing me

josh is so!!!!!!!!!!

car radio!!! car!!!!!!! radio!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

this song mostly just makes me want to cry actually. but

wait the mask!!!! the!!!! mask!!!!!

THE MASK IS OFF!!!!

well that was short lived

all the sirens and the freaking out and hes just like 🥰👉👈👏👏

NEVER TAKE IT

everythings on fire. again.

the little adlibs are so fucking cute tho

also i love when tyler just fuckin. screams

the three guitars in the one shot is such a fuckin vibe

the two in the back just clapping😭

and then there were two....

the lil dragon omg

oh look whos back on the couch

choker again????? yay??????

no tyler dont be sad :(

the overhead shot of all the sets>>>>>>>>>

yeah bitches you better clap for them

wAIT THEYRE CLAPPING FOR US

no cause josh and tyler at the end there kdfjfsdjfjdksl cuties

wow okay so much to unpack there im gonna go grab some chocolates and soda water

okay i've got the chocolates and soda water.

wow! so that was quite the experience. i can kind of understand how it all ties in with the clancy storyline, but it also feels like its not really *integrated* in the storyline. at least not for me at this point.

i really really enjoyed that whole video itself, regardless of lore. it was just a very interesting and cool way to present those songs

god i wish!!!!! there was a higher quality video. i couldnt find one on any of the sites i normally use, most of them said they were taken down, so.. :(

i dont really get what was happening with the woman and the man, the hosts? like i get that they were hosting but their whole vibe was off and they kept seeming to look injured/possessed/straight up weird. so.

im gonna take a quick break, maybe 15 minutes, to just draw a little bit and have some food and water and then i'll come back to the saturday video. i'm just sort of losing my focus and i need to do something else rq to kind of get my head back into it! so brb!

[m4iya]

ᝰ.ᐟ✮⋆˙ Matchup #7 Anon 777 ˙⋆✮ᐟ.ᝰ

It’s been a while since i’ve posted, so hello! And hello Anon 777, as you’ve requested to be called :3

I’ve decided to match you to Yamaguchi Tadashi!

Let’s begin with your personality: Reading this, I saw a few similarities between you two! As a first: Some of your likings that some of your peers may not understand. I know I may not be making much sense here, but the two of you might initially bond over struggling to fit in with crowds/making new friends. Since we know how much he’s struggled as a kid, being picked on for his appearance and whatnot, the two of you might be able to connect on a level where a mutual understanding of each other grows.

The reason why I specify not to include a physical description is because it usually affects my choice and makes it a little biased. In this case however, I read the rest of your matchup, taking your appearance into consideration after I had matched you. So this once, I’ll be including it in my ‘analysis’ or whatever you want to call it!

Some people say that friends and those who are close tend to look similar, and I think the neutral tones in your shared colour palette fits the mould i was thinking of (especially since you said you have freckles) I don’t want to spend too much time on the physical descriptions, so i’ll leave that for the aesthetics and pictures at the end.

I’m not exactly sure, but I know some girls who like to be very girly, not like a Barbie doll, but they like pinks, soft designs, delicate things, some of the general things you imagine when you think ‘girly’. I might be wrong, but I kind of got this vibe from you! Not the petit, coquette kind, but the cottage core, soft spoken kind.

And when I think of Yamaguchi, I also think of that type of girl. He’s not exactly the big and buff type, but I can see him as a type of person who’d want to ‘protect’ someone he’s close with? I don’t know if you got all that but I hope it didn’t come off as weird :c

Here’s a scenario I can imagine! maybe it’ll communicate what I tried to say above.

Stepping outside the door to your house, a picnic basket gripped in one hand while the other locked the door.

A ring sounded from your phone, and you held it up to your ear.

“I’m outside now, where are we meeting?”

Following the location sent to your number, it'd be a short walk from your house. After the two of you discussed an outing yesterday, he continuously asked to meet you at the door to your home and walk with you, holding the basket of food. Though, you insisted that you'd be fine on your own.

You knew how he felt; always doing the most to make sure you. weren’t having trouble with anything he could help with. School bag? He’d offer to carry it. Forget your mechanical pencil? No worries, he carries a spare. Convenience store? He’d pay, and when he did, he carried the bag. You couldn’t help but break out into a smile each time he was there for you, knowing how much he cared.

Stepping into the vibrant field, you took notice of the various kinds of flowers sprouting out in between the blades of grass, sprinkled all over the tops of shrubs. Just when you were about to reach into your pocket to notify Yamaguchi that you’d arrived, a panicked voice rose from behind.

“Sorry I’m late!” He panted, hands on his kneecaps as he paused to catch his breath. “Did you wait long?”

“Nope. I just got here.”

Laying the picnic blanket on the grass, you brought out each item, explaining what they were as he watched in awe.

“You made all of this?” His eyes were wide with surprise.

A giggle escaped your lips. “Yeah!”

The two of you snacked on some sandwiches and light sweets, occasionally feeding each other a bite. He’d reach out and wipe your cheek with a napkin if sauce or frosting happened to reach there, and you’d put something new in his plate whenever he finished what he was eating, until he genuinely insisted that he was about to fall into a ‘food coma’.

“They’re just snacks though!”

“They turn into meals once you eat enough..” He groaned, hand on his belly.

After a few sips of water and iced tea, the remainders of the picnic were placed into plastic containers including some that he could take home to his family. This time, he let you carry the basket as the two of you took a stroll through the park.

“This really is a beautiful park.” The flourishing greenery carried your gaze around, pausing occasionally to snap a photo.

“Right?”

Yamaguchi bent down in front of him, picking a daisy from a bunch. Twisting it around in between his forefinger and thumb, he turned his attention to you.

“You remind me of this flower..” A coy smile tugged at the corners of his lips. “Bright and happy..” Your gaze fluttered to his cheeks, painted with pink. “Yet refined and pronounced.”

Ignoring the warmth tingling your face, you chuckled. “Is that a compliment?”

His hand reached forward, tucking the flower behind your ear before cupping your cheek.

“What else would it be?”

1st pic: Picnic aesthetics, 2nd pic: a photo the two of you might take, 3rd pic: the vibes i get from you