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herlondonboy · 1 year ago

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arms tonite, clarisse la rue

summary: I cry in the afterlife I cry hard because I have died, and you're alive I try to escape afterlife I try hard to get back inside your arms alive VERY loosely based off of this request

warnings: mc death obviously, sad everyone, my lack of knowledge on the battle of manhattan because i read the books 7 years ago

wc: 1.7k

you sit against the ancient tree, the bark rough against your back, a painful reminder of the chaos that unfolded. your fingers clutch your stomach, the pain intensifying with each passing moment, a stark contrast to the distant roars of battle. your chest throbs where the drakon's claws had viciously slashed you moments ago.

the air is thick with tension as you watch your friends and family, armed and determined, engage in the fierce battle of manhattan. the clash of weapons, the echoes of spells, and the monstrous roars resonate through the air, creating a cacophony that drowns the world around you.

your gaze shifts from one familiar face to another, each caught in the chaos of combat. the weight of your injuries pales in comparison to the heaviness in your heart as you realise the magnitude of the conflict. the realisation that more lives are at stake than just your own sends a shiver down your spine.

tears blur your vision as you witness the sacrifices being made for the greater good. the ground beneath you trembles with the resonance of battle, a painful reminder of the fragile line between victory and defeat. you wipe away the tears, a silent vow to honour those who fight alongside you.

despite the searing pain and the exhaustion that threatens to consume you, you summon the strength to stand. your every step is a battle against your own limitations. as you move towards the frontline, determination replaces despair. the stakes are too high, and you refuse to let the sacrifices of those around you be in vain.

with each step, you feel the weight of responsibility on your shoulders. the tree, once a refuge, now seems like an anchor holding you back. but you press forward, driven by a desire to protect the ones you love.

the battlefield unfolds before you like a tapestry of chaos, but you find a rhythm within it. your own pain becomes a fuel, transforming into a relentless determination. you join the fight, your weapon cutting through the air as you face the challenges that threaten your world.

in the midst of battle, you catch glimpses of your friends, their resilience mirroring your own. the scars on your chest throb in sync with the beating heart of the battle, a constant reminder of the price of survival. yet, you fight on, not just for yourself, but for the future of those you hold dear.

the battle of manhattan rages on, a testament to the strength of the human spirit in the face of adversity. and as the dust settles, you stand amidst the fallen, a survivor, a witness to the sacrifices that define the heart of heroes.

locked in the chaos of battle, your eyes meet clarisse's across the tumultuous field. the concern etched on her face speaks volumes, a reflection of the scars left by the loss of silena beauregard. the memory of silena's sacrifice lingers, and clarisse fears history may repeat itself.

summoning every ounce of energy within you, you manage a reassuring smile for clarisse, a silent promise that you'll make it through. the connection between you two transcends the battlefield, a source of strength that fuels your determination.

as you let out a ferocious battle cry, it echoes through the turmoil, a proclamation of defiance against the forces that threaten your world. the resonance of your voice, joined by the battle cries of others, creates a symphony of resistance that shakes the very foundations of the battleground.

with renewed vigour, you charge back into the fray, your weapon slicing through the air as you engage with the enemies that stand before you. clarisse fights by your side, a formidable duo that refuses to be broken by the looming shadows of kronos.

the battlefield becomes a dance of blades and magic, each movement a calculated effort to turn the tides of war. your connection with clarisse strengthens your resolve, and together you weave through the chaos, fighting back the forces of darkness.

clarisse's concern transforms into determination as she witnesses your tenacity. the bond between you becomes a beacon of hope in the midst of despair. silena's sacrifice, though painful, serves as a reminder of the strength that arises from unity and love.

amidst the clash of weapons and the eruption of spells, you and clarisse carve a path forward. the battlefield is a canvas of struggle, but your shared commitment to each other becomes a driving force that propels you through the hardships.

as the battle unfolds, you find moments to lock eyes with clarisse, exchanging silent reassurances that you're still standing, that the darkness hasn't claimed you. the weight of her worry lessens with each shared glance, replaced by a growing confidence in your resilience.

the battle of manhattan rages on, but your bond with clarisse becomes a source of inspiration for those around you. the echoes of your battle cry reverberate through the hearts of allies, spurring them on to face the challenges that lie ahead. together, you fight not just for survival but for a future where love triumphs over the shadows that threaten to engulf the world.

tears stream down your face, mixing with the dirt and blood on your cheeks. the pain radiates through your body, each breath a struggle. clarisse's hands, stained with the battle's residue, continue to apply pressure to the wound, her movements desperate and unyielding.

"sorry," she mutters through her own sobs, her voice breaking with every apology. but despite the pain, you recognised the strength in her touch, the fierce determination to defy the cruel hand fate has dealt.

you wince as her hands press against the wound, the searing pain intensified by the pressure. your breath catches, and you find it harder to form words. finally, you manage to muster the strength to speak, "sto... stop!"

clarisse's hands fall to the side, and she looks at you with a mix of sorrow and regret. you can see the pain in her eyes as she watches you, helpless in the face of impending loss. "stop, please," you manage to whisper, your voice barely audible over the battlefield's cacophony.

she apologises again, her hands cradling your head as if trying to shield you from the cruel reality. you can feel her trembling, the weight of the moment pressing down on both of you. in this shared vulnerability, the world around you seems to fade, leaving only the raw, painful connection between two souls entwined by love and loss.

as the battle continues to rage, clarisse stays by your side, her gaze fixed on your face. the chaos unfolds around you, a stark contrast to the stillness of this intimate, heartbreaking moment. in the hushed pauses between your sobs, you confess the fear that grips your heart, the terror of facing the unknown, of losing everything you hold dear.

"clarisse, i’m scared," you admit, your voice a fragile whisper.

clarisse's eyes well up with tears, but she brushes them away with the back of her hand. "you're not going anywhere," she insists, though the lie hangs heavy in the air, a bittersweet attempt to offer comfort in the face of inevitable tragedy.

the battlefield's rhythm continues, a cruel reminder of life's relentless march forward. you feel the grip of mortality tightening, each breath becoming shallower. clarisse leans in, her forehead touching yours, a final act of closeness in the fleeting moments that remain.

in the quiet between the clashes of war, your final breath escapes you. clarisse's hands still cradle your head, her eyes closed, as if trying to hold onto the fragile threads of your presence. the battlefield's chaos, now distant, becomes the backdrop to a heartbreaking silence.

clarisse stays there, lost in a mix of grief and disbelief. the world around her continues to turn, but in that stillness, she remains with you, holding onto the memory of love and loss amidst the echoes of battle.

clarisse, fueled by the searing pain of your loss, rises from the ground, her eyes reflecting the torment that lingers within. the battlefield, now stained with the blood of the fallen, becomes the canvas upon which she paints her grief and rage. without you to return to, her actions are untethered, reckless in the face of her newfound solitude.

she charges into the fray with a ferocity unmatched, each swing of her weapon cutting through the enemy lines. the air crackles with the energy of her relentless assault, a testament to the storm of emotions that rages within her. clarisse fights not only for victory but to drown out the haunting echoes of your final moments.

as she carves a path through the chaos, a determination burns in her eyes, a fire fueled by the memory of your courage. the world around her blurs, and she becomes a force of nature, unyielding in her pursuit of justice. her every movement is a declaration that your sacrifice will not be in vain.

the battle rages on, and as percy confronts kronos, the culmination of their struggles unfolds. in the aftermath of percy's victory, clarisse stands amidst the wreckage, alive but changed. the victory is bittersweet, and the reality of a world without you sets in.

chris rodriguez, battle-weary and scarred, kneels beside clarisse. he sees the turmoil in her eyes, the weight of a heart burdened with grief and guilt. without a word, he offers her a silent comfort, a presence that understands the scars etched into the soul.

clarisse, attempting to remain stoic, fights against the torrent of emotions threatening to consume her. but as the battlefield falls into an uneasy silence, she crumbles. tears stream down her face, a torrent of pain and regret released in a torrential downpour.

"i couldn't do it," she chokes out between sobs. "the one thing i was born to do, and i couldn't protect them." the realisation of her perceived failure gnaws at her, leaving her vulnerable in the aftermath of the war.

chris, with a gentleness unexpected from a seasoned warrior, places a hand on her shoulder. he understands the depth of her grief, having faced his own demons. in the quiet aftermath, they share a moment of shared sorrow, acknowledging the harsh reality of a world that demands sacrifices, even from those who fight with everything they have.

as the first light of dawn breaks over the battlefield, clarisse rises from her emotional abyss, a survivor forged in the crucible of loss. the scars of battle may fade, but the wounds of the heart linger, a reminder that even in victory, the cost can be immeasurable.

you cried that night. because you died in the arms of your lover, and it couldn't have been more perfect.

#clarisse la rue x y/n #clarisse my beloved #clarisse la rue #clarisse x reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you #clarisse pjo #elijah writes #lyric fic #angst #YIPPEE #please reblog

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lamefanfics · 2 years ago

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Discovering A Siblings Pain

[AN: Hi! This is my first fanfic so I apologize if it’s written wrong or if the grammar sucks (I suck at grammar) But enjoy!]

Jake hadn’t slept well since netyam’s death. So when his kids are missing in the middle of the night he notices.

Jake had thought they’d be good, hell the kids didn’t have the energy to get any trouble after what happened. But not to his surprise he awoke to find Lo’ak, Kiri and Y/N gone. Y/N and lo’ak were expected but it must be something bad if Kiri went to. So, naturally after seeing tuk soundly asleep with his mate, he went to find them. Only they were doing something he didn’t expect, and something that made his heart sing.

He’d found them at the beach, sitting at the docks together, passing up his inner o’toko mato, he watched them. They all sat in a circle at the docks. “Everyone remover what we agreed on?” There silence told Kiri, she needed to go over the rules again. She scoffed “Seriously guys how many times have we done this?”Y/N let out a giggle as Kiri shook her head. Lo’ak tried to hide his smirk.

Both of them are lying.

“No matter what we say, weather it be something that mom and dad would love to know. We don’t tell, this stuff is private and it will stay with us three.” Y/N shuddered “Don’t mention mom, I feel like she come from behind with her bow” Lo’ak shuddered as well as Kiri sighed shaking her head. “Alright guys come on, let’s start it”. Jake was surprised to see that Lo’ak was the one keeping them on topic normally that was never good. They all gathered in a circle and locked pinkies.

What were they doing?

Lo’ak and Kiri hummed quitely as Y/N spoke “Oh great mother, Ewya we ask you to send us a gift just at night”

Oh there mother would come at them with a bow using ewyas name in vain.

Y/N paused swichting spots with Lo’ak “Give us his ears tonite, so he may hear us with alll our might”. Again Lo’ak went back to humming as Kiri spoke “Ewya, please great mother, giver of life give us netyam’s ears just for tonite”

Netayam?

Lo’ak was the first to move, letting out a breath “Can I go first tonite?” His sister’s nodded moving to there own positions kneeling and praying in a whisper. Jake wachted as his son pulled out a peice of paper from his loin cloth. “Hey bro, I know it’s been awhile…

Oh.

“Things are better” He continued “ I don’t hurt anymore, I stopped after tsyeray caught me” Y/N seemed to wince at that as Lo’ak let out a sad chuckle “You would’ve called a sxwang and given me a good smack. Trust me, she hits a lot softer then you did”

Oh no.

Jake felt a twinge of guilt in his stomach for two reasons. Lo’ak was hurt and didn’t come to him and that he shouldn’t be listening to this. This was there time, there grief and as sad as he was he wasn’t invited. It reminded him of when he stumbled into the home tree. But this was different “Dad isn’t so mean anymore, he was in the first weeks. Like he knew that I was the reason you were dead” Jake held back a wince of his own. As much concern he had for his kids this was there time to speak freely. So he told himself that he’d go back once they were gone and not tell anyone else about this. “I miss you, I hope you are enjoying ewya. Soon enough I will be old enough to mate” Lo’aks voice became shaky “I’d hoped to experience that with you. The relentless teasing would’ve been annoying..” his voice trailed off as he choked a sob. Jake wanted nothing but to run and hug his son. And it seemed like he wasn’t the only one. Y/N put up and arm as kiri moved to go hug him and shook her head.

Poor Lo’ak , It wasn’t his fault.

Lo’ak finished his letter with a lot more heaviness, something that made Jake have to hold back a sob as a tear rolled down his cheek. His sisters stood up once he was anoced he was finished and tackled him with a hug. “Your such a Sxwaung Lo’ak!” Y/N shouted as Kiri smacked the back of his head all three of them were crying. Including Lo’ak who howled with laughter. “Shush!” Kiri scouled the both of them bringing the sorrow full laughter to an end.

Shit, damn Kiri’s good instinct’s!

Jake froze, not daring to make a sound as his daughter scanned the beach. “What is it kiri? Did dad wake up to lecture us again?” Y/N teased witchy made Lo’ak hold back a chuckle. “No, I think I heard a fish is all” she said “Better not have been tuk, I hade to spend two hours convincing her it was a dream” Lo’ak complained “You are a very bad liar Lo’ak” Kiri teased. “ Salibo’s si waste ne. Ewya’s kindnesses wis ke’u last forever. (Siblings, do not waste time. Ewyas kindness will not last forever)” they both nodded at Y/N’s remark and kept going.

Smart kid.

They continued Kiri had her turn and so did Y/N, at the end they all thanked ewya and said there goodbyes. And by the end Jake sully had cried. He cried for his children because they had pain that they refused to share. He hated that.

Please ewya

He prayed, for the second time in his life time as a nav’i

Give me there pain, there to young to new to be so hurt please ewya.

They started to walk inside, he’d almost been in the clear, until Y/N spoke up. His second youngest, adopted from the currents of the forests was Neytiri liked to put it.”Give me a moment, I will be inside soon” Lo’ak was concerned “Are you sure Y/n? We could wait with you” kiri tugged at his tail playfully with a yawn. “Give her time and trust” kiri turned to her laying her hands on Y/N’s cheeks as there heads met. “Time and trust” Y/n agreed. And they left the young warrior outside.

I wounder why, please ewya don’t let her start crying

Jake had been so lost in thought that he hadn’t noticed his daughter snaking up behind him. “Papa”

Oh shit.

He turned to meet her tear stained face “Yes, baby it’s me” he knew it was no use trying to fool the girl, she barely ever fell for horror stories. And she never fell for Lo’aks pranks. “We’re you out here the whole time?” She asked a slight hint of shame on her voice.

Oh hell no, no way she’s gonna be ashamed for that

“Yes I was sweetness and that was very beautiful” she seemed to perk up at that “You think so?” She had doubted his words since her brother, the first to truly see her passed. “It was very kind, very very kind” there was a silence before Y/N tackled him with a hug. “Oh my baby, my little ball of fire. You all did so well I’m very proud” he soothed. “You need to say that to Lo’ak more papa” he chuckled. Once His mate had told him that children are often copies of there parents. “Lo’ak is yours, but Y/N.. my sweet ball of fire. That one is mine” she was right, Y/N was like a mini version of her. Always outspoken and strong, so when these moments came Jake made sure to give her exactly what she needed. “I know I will” he promised, “No!” She pulled away “You can’t tell them anything about what you saw tonite, please papa” she asked him, she pleaded with him. “Alright, alright I wount I promise” Y/N took her father hand and locked his pinkie with hers the same way she’d done with Lo’ak and kiri. “Promie Ewya papa” she said “Promises the great mother you will not speak a word of what happened tonite”

Oh yeah this was definitely Neytiri’s kid.

“I promise Ewya I swear by her I will not speak a word of what I saw” Jake said holding his voice firm before pulling his daughter into another hug. “Papa! I can’t breath-!” He chuckled before squeezing her tighter “I love you Y/N so much, my little ball of fire” She snorted.

Jake didn’t tell anyone about what he saw that night but it didn’t stop him from squeezing the life out of kiri and Lo’ak the next morning. “Im very proud of both of you, I love you both so much” they had looked at him confused. “Are you feeling alright dad?” Kiri asked “Yeah, your crying” Lo’ak pointed out. “Yes, I’m more then alright,” he paused for a moment before getting another idea as he wachted Y/N sit down to eat. “Maybe once were all done with breakfast you three would like to go for a flight? Fill me in on what’s been going on with your lives” Jake sulky was not good at acting like he didn’t know things, luckily Y/N’s older siblings had much more on there mind then to question him.

Hey netyam

It’s Y/N

You’ll never guess what dad did.

#avatar #jake sully #lo’ak avatar #kiri avatar #netyam sully #neytiri #fanfic #avatar fanfiction #avater the way of water #authorsucksatspelling #writing #greiving #sadnees #pandora #y/n

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rainydawgradioblog · 3 months ago

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LCD Soundsystem: A call to the dance floor for a third decade

LCD Soundsystem emerged in the heart of the indie sleaze era and are coming up on the 20th anniversary of their debut album. After watching their documentary “Shut up and Play the Hits��, I thought this was yet another band that I was born a bit too late for and to be dancing in their audience, but I was happily proven wrong.

I took a trip to LA a couple weeks ago to see them at the Hollywood Palladium and it was worth every Delta mile used. Although the band has been in an on and off relationship since 2011, they are continuing to tour and release new music, like “x-ray eyes”, which made the security line at SeaTac substantially more entertaining to be in. The palladium is such a classic venue, large but intimate, and has hosted big names for decades now. I had no idea what to expect but I was ready to dance, and that’s all I did for 3 hours. The music is so infectious that you have no choice;even the people with their arms crossed couldn’t help but dance at some point. I was especially excited to see LCD Soundsystem live because I’m a huge fan of the Talking Heads and their “Stop Making Sense” show , and have found a lot of their sound and dynamic on stage to resemble a modern/2000s version of this iconic 70s/80s rock band, coincidentally also from NYC.

Anyway, now more about the actual show. As I entered the venue, I thought I entered a fever dream. I soon got sent deeper into this delusion by the openers, who practically sent me to another dimension. The entire stage was set up: a synth 2x the size of the piano, an LED lit drum kit, 2 keyboards, and probably more that I couldn’t register in my head. Distracted by my excitement of wanting to witness “Losing my Edge” live, two extremely colorful women came on stage, dressed like they were straight out of nintendo. One was wearing a large, orange furry hat, the other something equally as obscure and bright. Right when they started playing some enchanting whistling sounds, I looked to my left and noticed an increasing number of people dressed in brightly colored outfits, and an octopus. I felt like I suddenly got transported from the palladium to this folklore storybook. Along with the octopus then came fish, eels, and jellyfish, all being guided back and forth in front of the stage. Their songs blended electronic beats with a whimsical flair, infused with a powerful dose of feminine sexuality that just put the entire audience into a trance.

This mysterious fairytail opener I later found was from London, they call themselves Mermaid Chunky. The most memorable song was definitely “chaperone” which was also the only one I could recall of Spotify, because I was definitely put under a spell. They were the most obscure, yet perfect opener for LCD Soundsystem to captivate the audience with the music.

Now the main act: at least six people filter onto the stage, each taking their place at a different instrument. Then, James Murphy steps front and center, grabs the mic, and instantly electrifies the crowd with a surge of energy. They start with “Get Innocuous!”, warming everyone up for “I Can Change”, from This is Happening. I was really impressed with this being the last performance in LA towards the end of the tour. The energy was definitely still there, amplified by the music itself. Even though the music doesn’t age, James Murphey admitted they definitely have, and had to comically take a couple bathroom breaks during the set. That never broke the movement though, especially when they played “Movement” right after. They got a good amount of songs from each album, playing “oh baby” and “tonite” from american dream, then their new, and very much addictive, song “x-ray eyes”. Then to “Daft Punk Is Playing at My House”, foreshadowing when they played “Robot Rock” by Daft Punk in “Losing My Edge” after singing “I was the first guy playing Daft Punk to the rock kids”, both from their debut album.

Towards the end they played “Dance Yrself Clean”, which I definitely did, and after felt like my body had absorbed every beat reverberating from the amps. They slowed it down with “New York, I Love You but You’re Bringing Me Down” to finish the show off with “All My Friends”, both from Sound of Silver. When they finished, I didn’t know what to do with myself, I was speechless, starstruck, dazed (and confused), all of the above. I felt so lucky to be in such an immersive experience filled with innovative artistry and production. I definitely recommend diving into their discography as a good pick me up, or even for breakfast, lunch, and dinner. Overall, LCD Soundsystem live is everything you could imagine and more.

-Kimeeya <3

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bl6ckr0s3 · 2 years ago

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Financial Struggles continues....

So Joshua just quit his job at the Johnny Cash Museum. I sort of wish he didn't even accept the job, but they don't have a stable schedule. Their schedule is all over the place, and the manager strictly pointed out that he doesn't care about church. I can understand why people come in and out of that place now because maybe they don't cater as much to the employee's needs otherwise maybe they might be lucky enough to land some long term employees. Joshua knows and wants to do better attending our worship services at our church, so that's the reason he quit so fast there.

He found an add on Craigslist for a custodial job for this one company. Supposedly it's going to be a Mon-Fri day shift which is perfect for him. Now he needs to be there tomorrow by 10am to turn in his application and process his employment because they will start him on Monday. The company is here in town, but it looks like he's going to be cleaning up trash at a UPS corporation. Well, I surely hope he will keep this job for a good while. They are paying slightly more than the museum jobs so more money, the better right now since I been needing his financial support to help me for a long time now. He's not been able to keep his jobs for long because of his pickiness and struggles of dealing with other people or super picky management.

Jesus, if it's not one thing it's after another. I seem to continue to find a long list of things to add to a negative review I will be giving on the Drake Inn. It's supposed to be raining today and tomorrow and possible Saturday. It was raining really really hard earlier and the fucking water literally just leaked underneath our front door and our floor was partially wet. I felt it when I went to grab some stuff from my gym bag sitting on top of the dresser near the front door after I got out of the shower. I felt water on the floor and we were like wtf??? We had to grab a towel and just keep it underneath the front doorway for now while it's going to be raining on and off tonite. Like I mentioned before, I won't be giving a negative review on this place or awhile until I know for sure that we won't ever have to return back to this place. I mean it's really bad. I'll show you a sample of my negative review that I will leave for them when the time comes when we find a more permanent better place to live in here in Nashville. Since Joshua is supposed to be starting his new job next Monday, we need to make sure we come up with enough money to get a room at the weekly hotel right by my job so that I can just walk over there or walk back and not have to worry about needing my car to get back and forth. It's very convenient since it's close to my job if we were to rent a room from the Extended Stay hotel across the street at the end of the block.

Joshua's mother has been helping us financially with money while we been out here to make sure we had enough for our stay until we are able to financially get back on our feet. It's been hard especially thinking about a lot of the stuff that I had to leave behind at that fucking apartment in North Hollywood. I never thought I was gonna end up throwing so much stuff away especially leaving behind my computer cases and motherboards and shit. I spent so much money on that stuff and now it's gone. Well, it wasn't working so I guess it's not much of a loss now because those things had only been sitting in my room these last few years. I never had time, money, or energy to get it back up and running.

Here is a review I have typed up for the Drake Inn Motel that I have not posted online yet. It may be months before I decide to post it, but it's just so bad that it needs to be posted. It's nothing against the staff because they had been wonderful to us with their service. It's the condition of the fucking place that's really went downhill. Here's what I have so far:

"I'm not giving a 5 star review since the room needs a lot of work or a 1 star because of the good staff here. Me and my boyfriend came to this motel because the original hotel we booked our room for was never reserved for us as promised. We paid for a week of stay a month's in advance because we were planning to move down here to Nashville, TN from Los Angeles, CA. We even made a phone call and spoke to the supervisor at the place to make sure that we were going to be ok if we arrived later than the check in time because of the severe weather conditions on the way.

We were traveling 2,000 miles all the way there and we ended up not being helped by a man who was working at the desk during the night hours. He said there was a room available for somebody else, but it wasn't for us because he didn't receive any paperwork of our information. Was that our fault? No, of course not, but the supervisor was not there to help us because majority of the businesses close on Sundays because of their honoring Sunday as a holy day for church. We traveled all that way and not have a room reserved all that time because the guy had overbook the hotel rooms of course so we were pretty much screwed. We drove to a motel nearby so we ended up here at the Drake Inn. My boyfriend wanted to stay here originally because it was known as a filming location for "The Thing Called Love". We didn't realize all the negative reviews this place has gotten until we been staying here for awhile. Their rates are a good deal, but you know what they say, you pay for what you get.

Like I mentioned before the staff was very kind and welcoming and was understanding of our situation with HomeTown Studios. We were thankful for the good rate we were charged since a lot of other hotels were a bit more expensive. We are trying to get back on our feet because we no longer was able to afford to live and survive in California, so we didn't have a choice, but to stay here until we were able to get to a better place. I understand the staff is not responsible for the maintenance of the hotel, but we really don't understand why the owner can't take better care of a historical place? If I owned this place, I would make sure it was well taken care of especially for it being a historical place. It's really sad. A lot of the complaints I have read on the reviews were true about the rooms. We have killed every cockroach that has crossed our path in the room we stayed, probably at least 8-10 within the 3 weeks we now been staying here for. The room is extremely outdated, one of the light covers in the room were missing, somebody took a plastic bag and covered over a spot on the high part of the wall where the smoke detector use to be located, the bed comforter and sheets are old with stains and burnt holes from cigarrettes, there are stains on the floor and on the mattresses that was never cleaned, there is a big hole on the bathroom door, the bathroom door doesn't shut all the way because the door hinges look like they are not aligned, the bathroom ceiling looks like somebody repainted over it and it is a huge glop of whatever they put on and wasn't done right, the toilet water keeps running like the toilet needs to be replaced or there's a bad part that doesn't retain water in the toilet where you can actually flush it normally, and the towels are thin and worn out like they are also very old. In our current financial situation, this is what we had to settle for until we go to a better place since we need to save up for our own place since our move down here. This part of the town is somewhat ghetto, but it could've been worse. My original job facility came from South Central of Los Angeles, so I definitely have seen a lot worse. This location is not far from downtown. The last thing we wouldn't have expected is when there is a big storm raining down, the water had leaked on the floor right near the front door entrance.

We had to grab a towel from the bathroom and leave it on the floor to soak up the rain water, but thankfully the water didn't get to our stuff that was laying by the dresser in the room not far from the door. We are thankful the microwave and fridge at least works. For our budget, this is what we got, but I had never stayed at a hotel that was this bad in condition in my life. This place deserves to be better cared for."

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I am tired of struggling with money. I know me and Josh had only been in Tennessee for 3 weeks. It's going to take some time to get settled down. I truly hope we can get our own place in less than 6 months. We haven't attended church service in the past 2 weeks because of all the Holy Supper schedules going on with the churches. We weren't able to attend the preparation because of my work schedule. I wouldn't be able to travel to Memphis and then be able to make it back to work on time in Nashville. They are very limited in the church services here in these states which is the only thing that sucks. They don't have a locale for Nashville, only an extension at somebody's house. Their real WS are held in Huntsville, AL. We don't want to have anything to do with Alabama which is the reason we registered our locale in Memphis, TN instead. That town is 3 hours away from Nashville. The houses and cost of living there is very very cheap. I wouldn't be surprised if we ended up getting a house down there, especially if Joshua ever gets a job at Graceland down there. I dunno what's gonna happen yet, but I can feel that our lives will slowly come into place because I had been seeing some things work out in our favor since the moment I got the job transfer approved back last fall. Knowing that we were already struggling financially in California and Josh had been dying to come live in Tennessee, now we got our wish. We just need financial help to get through these weeks until we are able to afford our own permanent home. God help us.

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kittycatcarla · 2 years ago

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I use youtube music but thats not the point

1. Arms Tonite - Mother Mothet

2. Fuck the Supreme Court (Rant Song) - Rio Romeo

3. What Youre Worth (The Guitar Song) - Sushi Soucy

4. Hammerhead - Penelope Scott

5. Shia LaBeouf Live - Rob Cantor

6. Burning Pile - Mother Mother

7. Lemons - Brye and Cavetown

8. Burnt Espressor (feat Barnes Blvd.) - Sydney Amos

9. Oh Yeah, You Gonna Cry? - Lovejoy

10. Paint That Lady - Tom Cardy

Gonna tag.. @cupcake-smoothie1 @vancrypt @godmodebeginswithlesbians @endless---possibility and i dont have the energy to think of more urls but feel free to reblog this with your own if you want to

Herws the playlist btw

Thank you so much for tagging @khalewren! I love these things!!! :D

shuffle your “on repeat” playlist on spotify & post the first 10 songs and tag 10 people

Krakow- Matt Maltese

Mystery- Matt Maltese

Can You Picture That?- Dr. Teeth and the Electric Mayhem (The Muppets)

Krystal- Matt Maltese

The Adults Are Talking- The Strokes

Emergency Contact- Pierce the Veil

i wish that i could wear hats- Brian David Gilbert

Live Life- Crush 40 (YEAHHHHHH HELL YEAH LIVE LIFE WOOO)

Open Your Heart- Crush 40

Unbound- SEGA Sound Team (from sa1)

and let's go ahead and tag @lunapegasus, @starspices, @dreaminginmysoup, @ne0nbreeze, @shadow-von-vamp, @steeltwigz, @finleyforevermore, @nostalgic-soda, @whisper-and-tangle (no pressure tho! just have fun and be silly :3)

#thanks for the tag!

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mortalspark-blog · 6 years ago

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* — answer the questions and tag followers you want to get to know better.

tagged by: my everlasting fave @alleywaysbelow age: le twenty birthplace: berlin, germany! current time: 00.10 ( aka snooze time now ) drink you last had: tap water ( i’m a starving artist, folks ! ) mbti & moral alignment: infp and lawful good. current favourite outfit: can i say my sleeping clothes? otherwise black jeans, hoodie, denim jacket, vans. favourite song: the fear / ben howard. hogwarts house: hufflepuff in love: dear god, not at the moment. colour: grey, yellow, light green, red. love at first sight or walk around again: walk around again! middle name: victoria. number of siblings: six! favourite place in your neighbourhood: my apartment hgfcvgbh but no there’s a park across the street that i like to go to when it’s warm to write and read. person you called last: well, it was henri! ( @alleywaysbelow ) question you are asked most?: how old are you? / are you really working here? tv shows: twin peaks, peaky blinders, mr. robot. last song you sang?: i do not sing like in any way, but my bathroom walls surely were delighted to hear me yell out the iconic come what may of the iconic movie m.oulin rouge! time you woke up: 9:40am! worst habit: i never go to bed early, i can be very rude when i don’t intend to be, also i never have any cash on me. favourite food: the art of a good vegan pizza should never be underestimated. also fried vegetables with rice are a front-runner at the moment. zodiac sign: gemini sun, virgo moon, leo rising!

i tag: @bravegroupie @francaissonata @rosewand @loudnite @altarshine / @honeyear @thaegeiro and really just whoever wants to! 🌻💚

#this was fun i don't have the energy for more tonite soz u guys !#「are you able to get back home? 」 ⇢ ooc.

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garlique · 4 years ago

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one of u needs to stop me from ordering takeout tonight lmao

#eating bullshit to follow!!!#i havnt had a Meal since 10 am yesterday because i never ended up eating more than like 3 raviolis and ive only eaten prozac n powerade 2day #and i literally have no spoons i got so overwhelmed while cleaning the kitchen i laid down on the floor for half an hour #i almost texted grace like 'hey i need help or human company can u come just talk at me while i clean thanx' but i decided not 2 #i literally like dont have energy to cook even one of my shitty little tjs frozen meals because the idea of being in the kitchen #for that long is just. completely impossible lmao #so if i can't find cheap cheap delivery i will simply ~starve~ tonite

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badstargateimagines · 2 years ago

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Stargate Character Analysis

Based on what I think they’d have as their song in a relationship

Jack: In Spite of Ourselves by John Prine. I think it’s just uncouth enough that he’d love it and his perfect level of sappy. It’s a song that doesn’t take itself seriously and in turn that makes it one of the best love songs I’ve ever had the good fortune of hearing.

Daniel: Our House by Crosby Stills and Nash. This is a song that is so incredibly cosy and I think that’s fundamentally what he wants. Growing up in the foster system, I don’t think he ever would have had a sense of home. I think with the right person, he’d finally have that. I’d just like to point out the words “life used to be so hard, now every thing is easy cause of you and our house” are very Daniel In Love. Also alternatively, I think he’d have strong feelings towards the song Androgynous (specifically the Crash Test Dummies version) because Daniel and the concept of Gender isn’t something I see going well together.

Sam: Tonite is a Wonderful Time (to fall in love) by April Wine. I don’t think she’d be into the ballads necessarily but I think she’d crave the sentiment. This song falls perfectly in the middle of being sappy and high energy. I think it would remind her of long nights spent talking with her partner as they both work away at the kitchen table, catching glances of each other over their laptop screens.

Jonas: M+M’s by Blink-182. I think he’d also want a more high energy song, but I don’t think he’d want the traditional sentiment of a love song. Blink-182 managed to capture the feeling of being 20 and in love with a tongue in cheek sense of humour that I think would really resonate with Jonas. I think he’d be going on adventures with his partner at any opportunity with a living in the moment lust for life that attitude.

Teal’c: When I’m Sixty Four by The Beatles. I think he’d appreciate the implied longevity of the relationship as well as how happy it sounds. I think it reminds him how much he missed his family and why he’s working so save the galaxy. I think he’d also love Dance Me to the End of Love by Leonard Cohen for similar reasons.

Vala: Tainted Love by Gloria Jones. I think she heard the Soft Cell version first but prefers the original. I just feel like she has a tendency towards unhealthy, largely sex-driven relationships. It’s either that or like WAP or something lmao

General Hammond: You’re Always On My Mind but specifically the Willie Nelson version. We all know papa Hammond is always working and I can only imagine the strain that puts on his relationship. I think this song says exactly what he wants to say but can never find the words. I also think he would think of his kids every time he hears Leaving on a Jet Plane by John Denver. My dad once said that he used to listen to that song when he’d leave on deployment early in the morning because he’d often leave while we were still asleep and he found that the song captures that sentiment really well.

#stargate #stargate sg1 #sg1 #bad stargate imagines #daniel jackson #jack o’neill #teal'c #sam carter #jonas quinn #vala mal doran #general Hammond #managed to exclude mine and my boyfriends song #did not think I could get through this sans Just The Two of Us

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meirimerens · 2 years ago

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I know many people in the fandom like herb brides but I can't stand them. I hate literally everything they represent. Sure, they were supposed to be celibate priestes, but they are all, like you said, conventionally attractive 20 something year olds with no body hair, which makes this seem like a virgin fetish. Speaking about fetish fuel, one of them begs Artemy to kill her sacrificially while calling herself his "wife", the sacrifice in question being needlessly graphic and occuring in the scene that frequently needs to be reset by most players (therefore, having to mutilate her multiple times). I know they have a cool concept but jfc. At least in P1 the human sacrifice in the kin was somewhat criticized. Brides in P2 are so miogynistic, I hate everyone who was involved in writing them

I hear and understand your grievances. I personally more cannot stand the failure they were made to endure. i am mad at how mishandled they were, at how much of a lost potential they are. I am forever conflicted about Nara and her death in the Abattoir because (i've talked about this At Length with friends but I don't have the power tonite to rant about it again) On One Hand i UNDERSTAND why it happens. what she is teaching Artemy. what her importance is. On The Other, she is directly mirroring a Bull (cattle.) that Artemy cut up on day 5. she fits directly the trope of "dying to further a male character's story" and it drives me nuts. however i refuse to hate the Brides for being poorly-written, and will redirect all of my energy into 1) making them. differently teehee giggle 2) directly critiquing the people who have written them and the way they are written, because they are not Real Women With Agency, they're written characters.

I've added it to the previous HB ask, but while most of my grievances model-wise for them are from P2, they are not spared in P1. P1 is the game that explicitly says they are traded and bought between odonghs (like objects, like animals). It is also the game in which an implicit sexualization takes place, where the Brides say that being nude is part of the mores, and yet Worms will accuse them of sexualizing themselves for Andrey, "pleasuring outsiders" and "abandoning themselves to vice" (when they are supposed to remain celibate), and has implications of Andrey's bar being a brothel, which was greatly toned down in P2 (and replaced with. well). Considering the Kin is directly compared to real-life indigenous people (including Native Americans), this comes with its set of Deeply Troubling Implications about the sexualization of real-life Native women, and the history of colonization and sexual violence that has been inflicted on women within colonized peoples. And they also have detailed nipples in P1 because why stop there. they're not spared in P1, they're just... less in-your-face about it.

#allô (answers)#anonymous #herb brides

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jkstompers · 4 years ago

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passing notes | jjk

pairing: jeon jungkook x female reader

summary: a year of crushing and jungkook’s finally asked you out on a proper date.

genre: classmates to lovers??!, established friendship, they go on a date <3, jk is so stressed out, !fancy restaurant warning!, jk is A GENTLEMAN!! but wbk, oc is a nerd but is BOLD AF!!

warnings: mature!! (18+!!), SMUT,...they make out, LOTS of built up tension is let out tonite!, fingering, praise kink, handjob, backseat action, semi-public sex?? very strong language, jk overuses the nickname ‘baby’

word count: 9k

author’s note: pt. 3 of seatmate!jk. WE’VE GOT SOME FILTH TODAY PPL!!!!!!! this is my first time releasing a piece of writing that has smut in it so pls!! let me know what u think!!! i’m open to criticism but i cry easily so… pls pls be nice (Ｔ▽Ｔ) LMAO!! i also completely made up the program for ocean scientists that oc talks about LMAO i just needed her to ramble for a bit hahahah

additional note: also pls imagine jungkook looking like this in class and then wearing this for their date. also if ur curious, this is what i imagined oc’s dress to look like :)

okay enjoy!! thank u ( ˘ ³˘)

it was the end of the semester and of course, the only time jungkook would be running late to class was when he was finally going to ask you out on a date. so far, everything seems to be going against the idea. his alarm didn’t go off on time, the shower took way too long to warm up, and his car was low on gas. now he’s speed walking, almost running, to lecture to make sure that his seat next to you isn’t taken.

he wants to make sure this goes perfectly. he spent the past two weeks stressing over the plans. asking for recommendations for nice restaurants in the city in almost every group chat he was in. his friend (the one with parents as ceo’s, eunwoo), helped him and got him a reservation at this one five star restaurant that jungkook’s never been to. eunwoo told him that it was the prettiest place he’s ever been to, said it would be perfect for a first date.

jungkook specifically remembers you telling him that you’ve never gone on an actual dinner date. ice cream dates, movie theater dates, and amusement park dates were what you were used to. there was nothing wrong with that, it’s just that you’ve never experienced a candlelit dinner at a restaurant, that’s it. jungkook just wanted to be the first one to experience it with you.

so when his morning starts off this shitty, he wonders if his plans are falling apart. he tries to keep a good, positive mindset, but he’s already so nervous and the universe seems to be telling him: don’t do it, she’ll reject you, you’re gonna look stupid in front of her.

meanwhile, you’re early this lecture. it was the last class of the semester and you were hoping that you could get a nice conversation with jungkook in before it started. the two of you have gotten a lot closer since you last hung out. the chain of events starting with you apologizing for being so embarrassing,

[12:44 pm] you: jungkook!!! oh my god i am so sorry for last night 😭

[12:45 pm] you: i don’t take alcohol very well 😖

[12:50 pm] jungkook: 😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

[12:50 pm] jungkook: no need to apologize! are u feeling sick? hungover?

[12:52 pm] you: omg no not really

[12:52 pm] you: ur a great drinking buddy, i owe u one 🥺

[12:53 pm] jungkook: it’s alright cutie

[12:54 pm] jungkook: just happy ur feeling okay :)

[12:56 pm] you: let me make it up to u 😭 i’ll buy us lunch one of these days?

[12:57 pm] jungkook: ah no can do cutie

[12:57 pm] jungkook: have to buy u dinner first

the thought of the conversation makes you smile. that one conversation starting the domino effect of the two of you talking almost everyday for the past two weeks. you couldn’t help but expect jungkook to at least be here, but if he didn’t wanna come, then he didn’t have to.

you sat in your seat, patiently waiting for the one next to you to be filled by him. the hall was starting to fill now and class was about to start. you look around one last time to see that jungkook is still nowhere to be seen, and that a familiar brown-haired guy was beginning to walk up to you.

“hello, ___! is this seat taken?” taehyung smiles brightly, you look down at the seat next to you. your bag saving the spot for jungkook. maybe he skipped this lecture, since it was practically for nothing anyway, you’ve already taken the final and there was no other material to learn, it was more so to wrap things up and see if anyone still needed to understand something.

your brain comes to a conclusion. you remove your bag and say, “no, go ahead,” to taehyung with a small smile on your face, one that hides the disappointment riddling your mind.

it’s about five minutes after the professor starts talking when jungkook finally walks in. he looks up to try and find you as he walks up the steps of the auditorium. his eyes land on you and taehyung, chatting amongst yourselves. he can’t help but feel a slight twinge of jealousy, that’s his seat. even though there were no assigned seats, the place next to you was always his, that’s just how it was, and seeing someone else sitting there, especially taehyung, makes jungkook’s green monster pop out.

you feel a presence step behind you while you were talking to taehyung, and before you know it, jungkook is sitting in the seat next to taehyung. “oh! good morning, jungkook!” you’re smiling to him. he doesn’t grant you one of his regular vocal responses, rather he gives you a tight-lipped grin before he leans back into his chair and focuses on whatever the professor was saying.

maybe he was jealous. witnessing you and taehyung having a wonderful conversation, one that makes you smile and laugh like he does. you didn’t even notice him when he came up the stairs, only greeting him when he sat down. no, he was definitely jealous.

you’re stealing glances his way, pretending to be interested in whatever taehyung is talking about. he’s wearing the most boyfriend-est outfit in the world. a white long sleeve with grey sweatpants, his long hair tied up in a ponytail. you’re unconsciously biting your lip as you stare at him, he’s just so cool. he’s not even doing much other than looking straight forward. but this angle lets you see his sharp jawline and his side profile perfectly.

you felt bad, one hundred percent. you should have told taehyung that the seat was taken, because now he was talking your ear off and you didn’t mind it, but you wanted someone else to be talking your ear off and it was the guy sitting next to him.

when taehyung changes his focus to your professor talking about a summer he had in paris. you steal another glance at jungkook. you catch him staring at you, your eyes meet. he doesn’t keep the connection, cutting it off by moving his head and looking straight ahead. his jaw clenches, arms coming over and across his chest. he seems angry, you pick up on the energy now. an idea pops in your head to try and make him feel better. reaching into your bag to find one of your index cards, writing a message on it.

feeling okay?

you scoot your chair back a bit, pretending to stretch as you tap jungkook’s shoulder. he turns his head to you, eyebrows raised. you hand him the paper. he stares at first, eyes flickering between you and the paper. reluctantly, he takes it, unfolding his crossed arms to receive the note. you scoot back into your seat and lean into the table, lowering your chin onto the desk.

jungkook tries to hide his smile as he reads your little note. how could he ever stay mad at you? it wasn’t your fault he was late. so he replies, his black ink has a stark contrast against your green highlighter. he can already feel his bad mood brightening.

yeah, didn’t save me a seat? :(

this time he folds the note, handing it to taehyung and telling him to pass it to you. “really? you’re passing notes? we’re in college, jeon.” taehyung snickers as he slides the paper towards you.

you let a small laugh, reading the note. taehyung’s scolding continues as you write your response on the index card. you changed your green highlighter out with a blue pen.

i came super early :( waited 20 mins for u </3 but i didn’t think u were coming so i let taehyung sit here

you send it back and watch jungkook’s somewhat straight face contort into a smile. there it is, the smile that you know and love.

jungkook on the other hand could cry. you came early. you waited for him. god, had he royally fucked this up. he makes his mind up now.

i’m sorry :( let me make it up to u? can i take you out on a date tonight?

check: ◯ yes ◯ no

jungkook keeps the paper for a good minute, reading the note over and over again, thinking about how childish this way of asking is. but at the same time, jungkook knows that if he talks to you about it after class, he’ll gloss over the words and never ask you. letting the reservation and plans he made weeks ago render themselves useless. it was now or never.

so he fully sends it, tapping your shoulder and giving it to you directly. you open the note and scan the words, sending him the sweetest look he’s ever received in his life. he thinks that would be a yes. he hopes. you write something onto the card and pass it back to him, your hand grazing his for a second.

⚫ yes :) ♡ ◯ no

the rest of the class passes pretty quickly. not that you were paying any attention. jungkook had emailed you a link to a game that the two of you could play, a weird version of snakes. jungkook kept cheating, you swore it, but in all honesty, you knew you couldn’t compete when it came to jungkook and his computer games. a clap from the professor breaks your attention from your screen, “alright, that was the last class of anatomy 101!” he then goes on a two minute long speech thanking the entire class for their great work this past year. he ends his ment with, “good luck and make good decisions! have a fun summer!”

you take your time packing your things, a little too long for someone that just has a laptop to put into their bag. taehyung says goodbye to the both of you and leaves first, the seat in between you both empty. now it was just the two of you. a small blush creeps onto your cheeks. you were well past your high school crush phase, but jungkook makes you feel so shy again.

you try to hide it by speaking first, “so, a date?”

he sends you that award winning smile that makes you swoon. “yeah, did you change your mind?”

you shake your head. “is it casual? fancy? want me to wear a dress again?” you tease, finally pushing your computer into your bag and standing.

jungkook gulps. you looked so pretty that night in a dress. “fancy,” he answers, “you can wear a dress if you want, pantsuits are cool too— whatever you want.” he finishes packing as well, standing next to you as you both begin to walk down the stairs.

“okay then,” you smile. “what time should i be ready?”

“i’ll come and pick you up at seven, is that okay?” he replies, hand in his pockets. you both make your way out of the room and start to move towards the parking lot.

“sounds good,” you nod, approaching your car. jungkook walks you to your door, his eyes focused on your sweet smile and your eyes. if jungkook didn’t know any better, he would have thought you were leaning closer towards him. a small laugh leaves your throat. “see you later, kookie.”

he sends you a smile, the nickname tugging at his heartstrings. the realization hits him after you’ve already driven away and he’s sitting in the driver seat of his car. an embarrassing blush covers his face, he takes a deep breath and laughs to himself. finally. a year of crushing and he’s finally asked you on a proper date.

jungkook is quite frankly, freaking the fuck out. he isn’t sure what to wear and his hair isn’t working with him. the long strands seemingly out to make his life a living hell when he tries to style it. one strand always looks out of place, or the way that it parts doesn’t sit right. he’s pacing his bathroom, debating if he should just shower again and take all the stupid fucking product out of his hair.

he gives in after ten minutes of deliberation. a quick shower removing all the wax and gel from his hair. the ends of his hair dripping when he goes to check his phone, the time reading: 6:45. he was gonna be late to pick you up. now he’s full on panicking. he has no other choice then to skip the hair product all together and just let his hair dry and part on it’s own. he slides on his all black fancy outfit he had planned out just in case the first one didn’t work out. he steps out of his apartment after grabbing his car keys, wallet, and the flowers he bought earlier in the day for you.

a friend of his works in a flower shop. jungkook remembers you saying that you like all flowers and that you couldn’t choose if you had to. so his friend asked what you were like, trying to figure out a way to style the bouquet without knowing your favorites. jungkook said the general things; you’re sweet like an apple, probably sweeter, like candy. you’re so pretty, it’s blessing that he’s able to lay his eyes upon you. you’re smart, too smart for him to flirt stupidly like he always does, ‘cause you outsmart him and flirt with him back in a wittier way. you’re— that was enough information, his friend told him he was babbling again. jungkook only had to wait ten minutes for his friend to finish fixing up a beautiful bouquet for you.

the bouquet is placed on the passenger seat as he starts his car, texting you when he realizes it’s almost five minutes until 7.

[6:54 pm] jungkook: fuck

[6:54 pm] jungkook: i’m gonna be a little late

[6:55 pm] jungkook: i swear i’m not standing u up

[6:55 pm] jungkook: ok i’m putting my phone down to drive to u now, sorry cutie!!

[6:57 pm] you: ah okay!

[6:57 pm] you: i was getting a little worried haha

[6:58 pm] you: see u in a bit <3

jungkook drives safely, but efficiently to your apartment. the drive only taking about five minutes because the stop lights were gracing him with green lights his entire way to you. he parks right in front, grabbing the flowers and hopping out of the car. when he knocks on your door, he starts to feel his nerves work against him. the adrenaline from rushing here gave him enough energy to hype himself up, but now as he’s standing here at your door, waiting for you to answer, his throat starts to dry and his hands start to sweat.

the metal door slides open, revealing you. in your silk dress, draping over your body in the most flattering way. the neckline deliciously hangs down to reveal your cleavage ever so slightly and the slit on the dress, displaying your thigh teasingly. jungkook is speechless at his first glance at you. his eyebrows raise and his mouth drops open, catching himself drooling once you step out from your apartment.

“h— hi, you look— wow,” he stumbles over his words, taking a step back to admire you once again. “you’re fucking stunning.”

you brush your hair back behind your ear, your hand covering the blush covering your cheeks. “thank you, you look very handsome, jungkook.” you reach out and play with his black tie. he looks down when you do, remembering that he was holding a bouquet of flowers for you.

he holds them out, “these are for you.” like a kid giving his crush a dandelion he picked from the grass.

“these are gorgeous, jungkook! thank you.” you look up to him with your signature sweet eyes, the ones that never fail to make him melt. “just give me one sec, i’ll put these down and then we can go?” you ask, holding onto the bouquet and waiting for him to respond. a quick nod is all you need to open your door and place them in the fridge. you come out a few seconds later, locking your door and standing by jungkook again.

“that was fast,” he comments. he holds his arm out for you to hold, which you gratefully take.

“i just put them in the fridge, my grandma showed me the trick, it helps them live a little longer,” you explain. the two of you walking out to his parked car. he never lets your hand touch the handle, always opening the door for you.

“when they die, i’ll just buy you new ones.” closing the door for you and making his way to the drivers seat.

you scrunch your nose. when he comes back and joins you in the car, you voice your worry. “it’s kind of a waste, don’t you think?”

he shakes his head, “if it’s for you, nothing’s a waste.”

jungkook was a professional with his words. always rendering you speechless.

with that he starts the car and begins driving into the busier part of seoul. he makes his way into the restaurants parking garage, the building looks to be about five stories. the architecture itself looks expensive, you wonder where jungkook is taking you tonight. he parks the car, turning off the engine, and moving to open the door for you. he takes your hand and you hold onto your dress, fixing it once you get out of the car. god, you’re so pretty. he was so nervous.

“ready, my lady?” he smiles, his arm out for you to hold.

it makes you laugh, a snort almost. “i’ve never seen you so proper, mr. jeon.”

“only for you,” he winks. your heels click against the concrete floor as he leads the two of you into the building. the high ceilings and multiple chandeliers are what greet you first, the brightness of the place giving the sun something to rival. jungkook brings you over to the waiting area, telling you to wait for a minute as he checks you guys in.

this was crazy to say the least. the last time you went on a date, it was to the movie theaters. you’ve never been in a place like this; a doorman greeting every guest as they walk in, checking in to eat, multi-story, etc. the more you look around, the cooler it is. “let’s go?” jungkook’s voice makes you turn your head. you stand, taking his hand.

the two of you follow a man wearing a black and white suit, with a long tail jacket. he brings you to the elevators, holding the doors open for you both. you step in and he presses the fifth button, which was the top floor. you squeeze jungkook’s hand. he repeats the action, looking to you and silently asking if you were okay with the look in his eyes and the raise of his eyebrows. you nod, a smile on your face.

with that the elevator doors open, the metal doors sliding apart to reveal a private terrace. only a couple tables on the entire floor. a few people sitting down and enjoying their dinners. beautiful greenery surrounding the perimeter, the night sky only making it prettier. your mouth is left agape, you’re stuck in the elevator, speechless. jungkook gently tugs you forward, following the suit man to the table.

jungkook pulls your chair out for you. you could cry at the chivalry. you sit and he pushes the chair in, jungkook follows soon, sitting in the chair across from you. the man hands the two of you the menu and moves away from the table, standing back near to the elevator, waiting until you are both ready to order.

“this is fucking crazy,” you whisper-shout. the terrace was lit by these bright fairy lights that were hidden in the plants and were above the tables as well. it looked like little fairies and fire flies were in the air, roaming around.

“i know right!” jungkook looked as surprised as you were. “i asked my friends for some help and holy shit!”

“they know you’re on a date with me right now?” you ask, raising your eyebrows.

to this he furrows his eyebrows, “of course they do, i talk about you all the time—”but he stops himself from exposing himself any further. you can’t help but giggle. “i mean, i asked them to help me make this special, and here we are.”

you swoon. he’s so sweet for planning all of this out and wanting to make you feel special. the two of you look through the menu, jungkook warns you not to look at the prices, telling you to get whatever you want because the price doesn’t matter. but of course, your eyes stray to the numbers, the meals costing a pretty penny for a simple spaghetti plate, the cheapest thing on there. you were craving pasta anyway, you didn’t mind. the two of you order and wait for the food to arrive.

the city of seoul was just below you, not too high but high enough to turn people into smaller figures of themselves. the night lights look gorgeous from up here. the warm summer night only complimenting the gorgeous atmosphere.

“the view is so pretty,” you gaze out into the city. the pretty colors from all the lights of the different stores and restaurants complementing each other so beautifully.

jungkook was in awe, he knows that the city below you is gorgeous, but he can’t seem to get his eyes off of you. your chin resting in the palm of your hand as your eyes search through the streets. “yeah…” he agrees, “very beautiful.” he smiles, only looking at you.

the food comes and you both dig in. the two of you enjoy some conversation with each other as you eat. the topic of growing up comes up, both of you explaining the occupations you wanted, and you said something that sparked curiosity in jungkook. “your childhood dream was to live in california?” he smiles, chewing on his steak. most of the time kids dream about going to the moon or finding atlantis, but you wanted to go to america?

you nod, “sounds funny right? when i was a teen, i watched a lot of 90210.”

“is that all though? you only wanted to go because of a tv show?” he asks. there’s something you’re hiding, and jungkook can see it in the way that you hide your smile.

at first, you hesitate, but you open your mouth to speak, “well— there is— no, it’s embarrassing.” you shake your head, changing your mind and reverting your eyes down. staring at the plate of pasta in front of you. guys you talked to didn’t wanna hear about it, they thought what you were into was boring, embarrassing almost. a part of you feared that jungkook would feel the same.

you feel his hand on your chin, tilting your head up. “i wanna hear about it.” his face telling you the truth, the sincerity in his eyes as he patiently waits for you to explain.

“there’s this science program in california, they explore new ideas for researching the ocean, like trying to see what lurks in the deep blue, helping fix the rising oceans, everything-- oh my god, and they like go on field trips to different countries to see the coastlines and historical sites—” you cut yourself off when you realize that you’re talking at the speed of light. “i’m rambling.” you were terrified to see his reaction.

but when your eyes finally meet jungkook’s, they’re full of light. and his smile is so big. “dude, that’s so dope!” he grins, “i didn’t know you were so into the ocean!”

it was the bare minimum, being nice, but that was hard to find when it came to the majority of the male species. obviously, jungkook is above average, he only proves that the more time you spend with him.

“oh, i love it! my parents would bring me to the beach and i would cry every time we would have to leave, aquariums too, and the fish section in the pet stores.” you gush, leaning into the table to tell jungkook more. he leans into his hand, resting his cheek against his fist as he listens to you spill your knowledge and love.

he notes that the next date should be at the beach or an aquarium. it was a great time for him to learn this, especially since it was summer. the weather in favor of the cold ocean waves. jungkook swears he can listen to you talk until the end of time. your sweet voice can be the narration to his life, he’d never get sick of it.

the food on both of your plates had been cleared, the conversation sizzling into a comfortable silence before the man came back to give you the bill. jungkook doesn’t let you see it, instead just sticking his card in the black folder thing, and giving it back to the fancy suit man. it wasn’t long before he came back, handing jungkook back his card and giving the both of you a lollipop with gold flakes encased inside.

you gasp at the piece of candy, now that was ridiculous. you weren’t one to reject a lollipop though, gratefully taking the candy and popping it into your mouth. jungkook does the same. it tastes of blueberry. at this point he stands up, moving in front of you and holding his hand out to you. “let’s look around? i heard they have a cool museum on the second floor.”

you take his hand, “i love museums!” the two of you make your way to the elevator, the man (he never told you his name) kept the door open for you both. he presses the second floor button when jungkook asks him for the museum. the elevator landing on the second floor, the doors slide open to show a completely empty art hall. this place shocking you every chance it gets. you didn’t think it could get better, but it did.

when the two of you exit the elevator, the man leaves you to it, taking the elevator down and leaving you alone. your eyes scan the place, huge paintings on the walls, small paintings in collages, some sculptures on the floor, it felt like a pop-up museum. you both make your way down the enormous hallway, both sides of the room’s wall displaying works of art. you stop at one specific painting, the familiar work has you spewing random facts. “these are the lovers! i had to analyze this once,” you speak. the art displaying a couple kissing, both of their heads covered by a white sheet. “the real one is in australia, i think.” you laugh, tapping the lollipop against your lips.

jungkook listens intently, but he doesn’t pay attention to the painting on the wall. everytime he does, his eyes always revert to you. the art doesn’t stand a chance against you in his book. you, yourself, were a piece of art, one that was rare in this world, one of a kind.

he can’t seem to resist. taking your hand and raising it over your head, the way that they do in ballroom dancing. if a twirl was what he wanted, then so he got it. “beautiful,” he compliments, pulling you in close for a hug. the two of you swaying in the middle of the hall of this stupidly expensive restaurant.

you look up to him, making full eye contact as the two of you lean on one foot to the other. probably looking like a lovesick couple, getting lost in the moment. which, you were. your eyes flicker from his eyes down to his lips, he seems to do the same thing. his hand moves to caress your face, the swaying ceased. now the two of you are centimeters apart, noses brushing against each other. if jungkook doesn’t kiss you now, he thinks he’ll combust. so when he feels you pushing forward, he does the same, meeting you in the middle. your lips connect. the kiss almost identical to the painting in front of you.

jungkook swears he felt himself levitating. your lips are sweet, the blueberry flavor of the lollipop lingering on them. he’s had his fair share of kisses in his life. makeouts, pecks, cheek kisses, all types of kisses. but something about this one tells him that he’s in for it. he’ll never be able to get enough now that he’s gotten a taste.

neither of you want to take it too far; swallowing each other's faces in a distinguished, five star restaurant’s museum didn’t seem very proper. so the two of you make your way out of the building, thanking everyone at the front desk, especially the man that helped you out today, and walking into the parking garage where jungkook’s car was.

when you get to his car, he moves to open the passenger door for you but you stop him with a hand on his arm. you reach to open the back door handle and his eyes almost bulge out. everyone knows what happens in the backseat, and jungkook did not prepare himself for something like this.

you look up at him with the most innocent eyes, but there’s something devious hidden in your smile when you ask, “do you wanna talk for a bit longer? in the backseat? it’s more comfortable than sitting in the front.”

jungkook never took you for someone this bold. it’s either you didn’t know the meaning of the backseat (which was totally fine) or you knew very well, and had plans to devour jungkook (which was also totally fine).

he chickens out, his hands starting to sweat. “do you want to just go for a little walk or something?” it’s not like jungkook didn’t want anything to happen, it’s that he did. if he starts, he doesn’t know if he’ll ever recover from it. he walks a tightrope around you when it comes to his self control. one wrong move, and he’s terrified that he’ll fuck everything up.

“oh, it’s just my feet kinda hurt from these heels.” you pout, lifting you foot up to show him the almost stiletto heel.

his eyes widen. why didn’t he think of that? “oh— oh shit, i didn’t even— yeah, let’s sit.” he tugs on the door, letting you slide into the back seat. he follows, leaving a good amount of space between you both to make sure that there was nothing too suspicious going on. you hope your bold moves hide your nervousness, despite your confidence, jungkook’s unsure looks make you want to curl up into a ball. did he not want this?

the air was different now. in the restaurant the two of you had been so carefree, slow dancing in the museum, and landing a sweet kiss on each other’s lips. but now, an uncomfortable silence tears at the two of you. your hesitance makes you speak, trying to see if a conversation would ease the tension in the air. “i had a lot of fun tonight, kookie, thank you.”

it seems to comfort jungkook, he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. with a small smile on his face he replies, “me too, i was really nervous you wouldn’t like the food.”

“oh it was good! i’ll eat anything really, it’s just—“

“you didn’t like the place? was it too much—“

“no, jungkook, oh my god— i loved it, it was just really expensive, i still feel really bad about you paying for all of it,” you look to him seriously. “let me give you at least my half?”

he shakes his head, “i asked you out on this date, it means i pay, don’t worry about the price.”

you roll your eyes playfully, “big spender huh?”

a pretty laugh escapes his lips. “hard worker too.”

to this you smile, you stare at his impossibly-perfect face, noticing a stray eyelash on his cheek. you see a chance to strike and you take it immediately. you lean forward to swipe it off. jungkook almost leans into your touch. he’s so terrified that he’ll embarrass himself right now, so he’s been holding back tremendously. but the way you pick the eyelash off and place it on your thumb with a smile on your face, it eases most of the tension in his chest.

“make a wish!” you hold your thumb up to his lips. his eyes cross to look at the piece of hair on your finger, but nevertheless he obliged. shutting his eyes tight, making a wish, and blowing the eyelash off of your thumb.

you let out a small cheer before you ask him, “what’d you wish for?”

“if i told you then my wish wouldn’t come true, right?” he boops your nose. suddenly, jungkook doesn’t feel so nervous. his nerves calming at the feeling of your soft hands against his face. you make him so nervous, but at the same time you make him so comfortable and make him want to be himself. it seems as though the two of you were staring at each other for a while. jungkook was thinking about how much he likes you, the same ideas run through your mind. the thoughts make you wish for something more.

“can i kiss you again, kookie?”

he stares at you, weighing his options. if he kisses you now, then he has to strategically only give you a few kisses, he absolutely cannot make out with you, or else, jungkook will succumb to his desires.

but he takes a little too long to respond. the both of you overthinking the fuck out of the situation. it makes you draw back. “it’s okay if you don’t want—“

“no, no, please, kiss me,” he brings you back, moving closer to you. licking his lips in anticipation as you slowly push forward, closing the gap between you both. the kiss is so sweet, like the one in the museum. jungkook can still taste the blueberry lingering on your lips. he doesn’t think he’ll ever get tired of kissing you.

you pull away first. your eyes scanning his face to see any expression of regret. there’s none. his hand moves to the side of your face, caressing your face and bringing you to him once again to meet your lips. he can’t get enough. “tell me what you wished for, please,” you speak against his lips.

he smiles into the kiss. he wasn’t going to tell you, but since you were asking so nicely, he gives you a kiss on the cheek when he answers, “i wished for a second date.”

“oh, didn’t you know?” you kiss both of his cheeks before speaking again, “i grant wishes,” with wink.

“fuck, you’re so cute,” he thinks out loud, it makes you blush. pink cheeks out for show and jungkook thinks you look even cuter. he dives in for one more kiss, telling himself this will be the last one, but when you make sweet noises against his lips, it has him wanting more. hands moving down to your waist, pulling you in and letting you climb onto his lap. he pulls away first, trying to get a hold of himself. “i uh— actually, didn’t plan for this to happen,“ he mumbles against your skin, tripping over his words.

you look down, arms wrapped around his neck. “hm? what did you plan?”

“we were supposed to kiss on the next date i take you on and i didn’t think— we’re just ahead of schedule, that’s all.” jungkook tries to explain that he didn’t want to rush it, god no. he wanted to take his time, make sure that you didn’t feel pressured to do anything. but now, it seems like you’re taking the wheel and jungkook doesn’t mind it one bit.

“oh so you had like a real plan? like times and everything?” the thought of it makes you laugh, and the way that jungkook flushes makes you want to pinch his cheeks.

he pouts when you giggle, “don’t laugh, i just really, really wanted to do it right, you’re just so amazing and i didn’t wanna fuck it up.”

you smile at his concern. the fact that you have the uni heartthrob planning dates in his head down to the details and wanting to be sure he does it right makes your head spin. you hope jungkook doesn’t notice the way that your heart is beating three times the normal rate when you go to kiss him again. the only sounds in the car are labored breaths and your lips smacking together. it doesn’t take long before you’re grinding into him. his growing bulge rubbing against your soaking core. a groan leaving him when you grind particularly harder, his hands moving to your ass to grip it. you melt in his arms, small whimpers leaving your throat as jungkook drinks them up

you pull away from his lips, giving his cheeks attention then leaving a trail of kisses as you make your way to his ear. one final kiss is planted below his earlobe before you whisper, “am i ruining your plans, kookie?”

jungkook tries his best to conceal his groan, tries his best to ignore his incredibly hard dick in his jeans, but you’re so pretty and you’re on top of him, kissing him. it feels like a dream to jungkook. it is quite literally a dream come true.

he was already playing with fire, your body a flame in the cold, he moves closer and closer until he burns. “fuck plans,” he breathes. a hand comes back to caress your face once again. filthy thoughts flooding his brain. he wonders what being in between your legs is like, what you sound like when you cum. he wants to make you cry and beg for his cock. but he holds himself back, knowing that you’ll have time to try everything out, if you wanted of course. he leans the both of you forward, his large hands splayed on your back to secure you on his lap. your lips find each other once more. “can i touch you?” he asks so sweetly, a hidden poison weaving through that you can slightly hear through the deep rumble of his voice.

you’ve never wanted anything more. “please,” you nod. your lips chasing his when he pulls further away.

jungkook smiles at the action. “lay on my lap, baby.” he instructs, tapping your thigh. the nickname rolling off his tongue, his voice seemingly dropping an entire octave. you raise your leg and move it over to sit on his lap, sideways. your back against the car door and his right hand rubbing your thighs ever so gently.

“like this?” you ask, looking to him for reassurance. he looks to you with eyes that you’ve never seen, lusted and dark.

“mhm, perfect,” he nods. “good girl.” the praise goes straight to your belly, your panties flooding from how much you want him. his hands move slowly down your inner thighs as he goes in to kiss you again.

you’re absentmindedly spreading your legs, making room for him. he smirks against your lips when he realizes. he knows what you want, so his fingers move to your panties, lightly putting pressure over your clothed bud. you whimper at the feeling, biting his lip in the process. he moans in response, putting a little more pressure against your bundle of nerves.

“jungkook,” you whine, pulling away from his lips, “please.”

“please what, baby?” he kisses your cheek, “tell me what you want.”

“please touch me, please.” you beg, making eye contact with him. jungkook’s dick twitches at the sound of your begging. he wanted to string you along a little longer, but you’re being so good.

“since you asked so nicely, baby,” he obliges. bunching your dress up around your waist and noticing the pretty black lace underwear you were wearing, “for me?” he asks. you nod, your teeth taking in your bottom lip. he groans at the thought, you getting ready and picking out these cute, risque panties out just for him. it’s just too bad they’re gonna be on the floor on his car. he’s gonna need to ask for a rain check on admiring you and your cute underwear later.

you lift your hips to help him, underwear coming off to reveal your soaking pussy. “oh, fuck,” jungkook murmurs at the sight of it. “you’re so wet baby.” he almost starts drooling, he can’t wait to taste you, but he’s still hesitant, only wanting to do what you want to. next time, he can eat you out. right now, he’ll admire the delicious sight and make you cum on his fingers.

your eyes travel to the window directly in front of you, suddenly feeling insecure. thighs closing, thinking about how someone could look in and see. “what about the windows—“

“they’re tinted, no one can see from the outside in, i promise.” he reassures, giving you another sweet kiss on the cheek before asking, “do you still want to do this? we can stop now.” he’s so lovely, his concern and change in demeanor only making you want it more, knowing that he wouldn’t want to push you to do something you were uncomfortable with. sweet was sexy on jungkook. you never thought there would be a day that jeon jungkook fingers you in a parking lot of a five star restaurant, but here you are. and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

so you shake your head, taking his hand, and placing it back in between your legs. “please.”

“anything for you.” he whispers in your ear before running his middle finger up your slit, collecting your wetness, and spreading it around your clit. he continues making tight circles on your clit, the sensation drives you crazy. you lean your head back against the window, moaning out. it was almost humiliating how reactive you were, you hadn’t indulged in this kind of intimacy in a while, almost a year to be specific.

it wasn’t helping that jungkook was a fucking pro. the right amount of pressure and the placement of his digits against you has you dripping onto his nice, dress pants. you hoped nobody else was in the parking garage, else they would hear your cries of jungkook’s name. “more, kookie, more— fuck.”

“more baby?” he questions, the sound of your moans going straight to his already hard dick. he thinks he could cum just to the sound of your voice. he’s one hundred percent fucked when it comes to you. he dips his middle finger into your hole, you gasp in reaction. “like that? hmm? ”

jungkook knew was he was doing, he had you spread wide in the backseat of his car, already on the verge on an orgasm. he had a few years of experience on his belt, a ‘retired fuck boy’ he was, but he’s never wanted to please somebody more than he does right now with you. you just looked so pretty like this, so eager and begging for more.

he adds his ring finger now, his thumb against your clit. “oh, god—“ you mutter, the feeling of his fingers and his thumb on your clit is too good. his fingers fucking you better than anyone else’s dick ever has. you found yourself bucking your hips against his fingers. “kookie, kiss me, please,” you look up to him with the eyes he can never fucking deny. so he kisses you, drinking up your moans as you fuck yourself up onto his fingers.

“i didn’t know you were such a dirty girl,” he murmurs against your lips. your walls clenching around him, “letting me touch you like this in the backseat of my car?” his usual sweet demeanor now contorting into this cocky guy with an ego. it makes you even wetter. the squelch of your pussy every time his fingers push in is loud, the sound is music to jungkook’s ears.

“only— only for you, jungkook,” you whimper. you feel a familiar knot in your stomach tighten. he looked so hot like this. eager to please. his bottom lip caught in his teeth and a strand of his long hair dangling in front of his eyes.

“good girl, all mine,” he kisses your neck. it may seem just like something you say during sex, but jungkook wanted it to be true. wanted you and only you. all to himself. he makes his way to a sweet spot, the feeling makes you tilt your head, giving him more access to kiss and suck along the sensitive skin. the discomfort of your back against the hard door was the last of your worries. your orgasm creeping closer and closer, juices leaking all overs his fingers. “so wet baby,” he growls, “i know i could just slide in, fuck you so good.”

“p-please, i want it.” the thought of jungkook fucking you senseless, oh, you’d go crazy. begging wasn’t something you did when it came to sex, most of the time it was quiet, moans and breaths were the only things that you’d hear, no dirty words or praises. it was a good change, you never thought that you’d be so into being talked through it.

he smiles at your eagerness, “patience baby, gotta take you on another date, yeah?” kissing your pursed lips. always so sweet and lovely.

you feel his fingers push a little deeper, curling to find that sweet spot inside of you. your reaction does something to him, makes him hit the exact same spot, over and over again, in a slow, torturous beat just so he can draw those delicious gasps and moans out of you. jungkook feels close. he’s never felt like this before, so wound up. he ignores it, pushing it to the back of his head to focus on helping you reach your climax.

lucky for jungkook, he didn’t have to wait very long. his fingers were longer and a thicker than yours, his efforts making you get there faster than you ever could. the consistent deep strokes of his fingers make the warning signals go off in your head. you speak a verbal warning before, “fuck, i’m gonna cum,” your voice pitches a little higher than usual.

“gonna cum all over my fingers, baby?” he gives you one last sloppy kiss before you’re moaning out and coming onto his fingers, eyes screwed shut as your walls convulse rapidly as his fingers fuck you through your orgasm. “fuck, you’re so hot, ___.”

you feel a smile break on your face. “you’re not so bad yourself,” you wink, still trying to catch your breath. a laugh slips from his mouth, small smirk on his mouth to match. he slips his fingers out, your body twitching at the over stimulation.

“i’m sorry, baby,” he apologizes. inspecting his fingers, your pale almost-white cum coating the digits. he brings them to his mouth, sucking on your sweet sap. you’ve never seen anything hotter in your life. “sweet, just like you,” he smirks. you shrink in his stare, hiding your blush. like you totally didn’t just cum on his fingers.

you’re distracted by the feeling of something hard resting under your thigh, it’s then that you realize, “what about—“ you start but jungkook cuts you off quick.

“no, no, it’s okay, it’ll go away soon.” he shakes his head, but you furrow your eyebrows.

you pull on his black tie, making him lean forward and make eye contact with you “can i?” you ask, so sweetly.

he stares at you with the most sexed eyes you’ve ever witnessed. “you’re driving me crazy.”

“you’re always so sweet to me, jungkook,” you kiss his cheek. readjusting yourself in his lap, straddling him once more. “took me on this amazing dinner, always treating me like a princess.” your lips travel down from his cheeks to his jawline, then to his neck. he shudders at the feeling of your lips against his sensitive skin. your hands move from around his neck to travel further down, to the latch of his belt. his breath hitches. “let me return the favor, kookie.”

“i—“ he laughs, the embarrassment evident in the pink tint on his face. “i won’t last very long.”

you didn’t mind, just assuring him with a sweet kiss on the cheek before you start removing his belt. jungkook leans his head back on the headrest, his neck exposed for you to kiss and suck. you unbutton and unzip, pulling his pants and his boxers down at the same time. his size makes your eyes bulge. he was huge. your mouth waters at the sight.

“you’re so big, kook.” you egg him on, fueling his ego because he just looked so hot. your hand moves to hold him at the base, he lets out a shaky breath when your soft skin meets his. jungkook’s head is in the clouds, he could cum right now if he let go, but he’s holds himself back, not wanting to look like a fool in front of you. your hand moves up his dick, your thumb collecting the precum dripping from his hole, your thumb running over his slit as he groans.

his hips buck up, “shit, baby.” he just sounds so good. you could just lick him up. you collect some saliva in your mouth, letting it drip from your mouth onto his dick to lube your hand. he groans at the sight, “you’re so filthy, baby, holy shit.”

you smirk at the admission, the spit making it so easy for your hand to glide against his cock. the feeling makes him throw his head back again. his chest rising and falling. the picture of him with his eyes screwed shut in pleasure and his mouth agape makes your lower belly light up once more, you clench around nothing. leaning in as you pump his cock to whisper in his ear, “wanna fuck me so bad? have me crying on your cock? you want that, don’t you, kookie?”

jungkook twitches at your words. that’s exactly what he wants. was he that easy to read? was that what you wanted too? the thought of it makes him want to explode, “oh— god, ffuck— fuck,” he sputters. his hand coming up to hover above his head, your hand still pumping as the spurts of his cum shoot out. you smile at the action, knowing he didn’t wanna fuck up your dress. instead just making a mess of him and his hand. he takes deep breaths before speaking, “there’s a little box of tissues in the center console, could you hand it to me, baby?”

you lean back, opening the console and reaching for the small box that sits in the center. before you give it to him, your eyes flicker to the sticky mess all over jungkook’s hand and groin. a sudden urge to lick takes you over, holding jungkook’s hand and bringing it up to your mouth. you lick the dripping cum from the palm of his hand as he watches, maintaining eye contact the entire time.

jungkook shivers, a smile creeping on his face, “you— you’re evil.” the remark makes you laugh.

“sorry, just wanted to help clean up.” you smile, swallowing the cum you collected on your tongue.

“yeah, yeah, you’re not the sweet girl i thought you were,” jungkook quirks a brow.

you roll your eyes playfully, “you don’t like it?”

“nope, i love it, you’re perfect.” jungkook wipes off the remaining mess from his lap and his hand. you help him clean up tissues and he picks up your panties that were discarded on the floor. the two of you fix yourselves before stepping out of the back seat, jungkook opens the passenger door for you before he goes to a trashcan and throws away the soiled tissues.

he joins you back in the car, starting the car and pulling out of the parking lot. you were rambling about how happy you were that no one was around and how there were no security cameras in the parking garage. jungkook blabbers too, telling you about how embarrassed he is that he barely lasted a few minutes. before the two of you knew it, his car parked in front of your apartment complex.

he stands outside of your front door, leaning against the doorframe. all dreamy and not like he just made you cum in the backseat of his car. “text me before you sleep?” he smiles.

you nod, “of course,” reflecting the same smile. you wave before closing your door. the date being more than you ever expected. there was no way jungkook was real. he had to be a figment of your imagination, he was the absolute dream guy.

you lay in bed, staring at the stars on your ceiling. a blush creeping up to your cheeks once more when you think about the events that took place tonight.

[11:02 pm] you: thank you for tonight, jungkook

[11:02 pm] you: it was magical <3

[11:03 pm] jungkook: no problem cutie, i had an amazing time with you

[11:04 pm] jungkook: feeling okay?

[11:06 pm] you: i’m great!!! more than okay

[11:07 pm] jungkook: 😂

[11:07 pm] jungkook: i’m glad cutie

[11:08 pm] you: lunch on me next time? now that you’ve taken me for dinner :)

[11:08 pm] jungkook: sure, i’m down :)

[11:09 pm] you: i’m rlly tired kookie

[11:10 pm] you: gonna head to sleep now

[11:10 pm] jungkook: alright cutie

[11:11 pm] jungkook: sweet dreams!

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jaehyunfirstlove · 4 years ago

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hey i hope i'm not too late, can i request for comfort sex with bestfriend!jaehyun, in which the reader had a bad day/week and ofc jaehyun to the rescue! (maybe add fluff too or not) tysm <3

Pairing: best friend!jaehyun x f.reader

Genre: hurt/comfort, fluff, smut (18+ only)

Warnings: unprotected sex

Word count: 1.4k

A/N: aww this was a sweet request! thanks for sending it in, and i hope you like it!

Spilling your iced coffee on your favorite shirt was the last straw, the icing on the cake of the horrible day you’d been having. As soon as you got home you threw your bag on the floor, slamming the front door closed behind you and storming to your room. You threw yourself onto your bed, wrapping yourself up in your covers and throwing your pillow over your head. Distantly you could hear your roommate asking if you were okay, and you just mumbled a response and thankfully she left you to your despair. You resolved to lie there all night, except that you had promised to go out with your best friend, Jaehyun. You decided to text him to break your plans.

Me: sorry i don’t wanna go out tonite

JH: aw why what’s wrong

Me: just had a bad day

JH: come on it’ll be fun

JH: i’ll take your mind off your day ;)

Me: no really i’m not in the mood

He didn’t respond after that, and you felt bad since you’d never broken plans with him before. You felt like you should text back and apologize again, but your mood was so low you didn’t feel like doing anything except lying there, and so that’s what you did.

And that was the position Jaehyun found you in, twenty minutes later when he’d shown up at your place, your roommate having let him in.

“Hey,” he said from the open doorway, knocking softly on the doorframe. You took the pillow off your head, surprised at seeing him there.

“What are you doing here?” you asked, surprised but not unhappy to see him.

“You never break plans with me so I thought something must be up,” he tilted his head at you, a concerned look on his face. “You okay?”

You tried to nod, tried to smile, but you didn’t even have the energy for that, opting instead to turn onto your side, away from him so he couldn’t see your despair.

“Y/N?” he called from the door, and when you still didn’t respond he finally came into the room, and you felt the bed dip as he sat down beside you.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” he said gently, but you just shook your head, still not turning to face him. “Come on, please talk to me.”

He placed a hand on your shoulder, and at his touch your body reacted, like a jolt of energy had gone through you. He was taken aback by your reaction, but you just let out a deep sigh, your mood already starting to improve from that simple touch.

“Y/N?” he questioned, and he took his hand away, the loss of his touch bringing you crashing back down. You suddenly sat up to face him, eyes pleading.

“Jaehyun?” you took his hand in yours and he only watched you curiously, “Can you just hold me?”

He smiled, opening up his arms to you. “Of course, come here.”

In all your years of friendship you’d hugged many times, but this time felt different, you found comfort in his arms, something so deep and personal. He felt safe and warm, like a haven where you could retreat from the stresses of your world. You burrowed further into his chest, and found that you liked the feeling of his firm muscles, your arms snaking around his waist, hands roaming up the solid planes of his back.

“Mm, Jaehyun,” you moaned unwittingly, “you feel good.”

“Y/N?” he questioned again, his body tensing up under your touch.

“You make me feel good, Jaehyun,” you murmured against his chest, “can you just make me feel good?” You pulled back to look into his eyes, and he understood your request, smiling softly at you before kissing you.

It should have been weird, kissing your best friend, but it felt right, like two puzzle pieces fitting together. His lips were soft, gentle, and he tasted like peppermint altoids, your favorite. You moved to lay on the bed, pulling him down to you by his shirt, and he kissed you like that until you wanted more, opening up your legs to him and letting him settle between them. You felt him hard against you as his tongue moved inside your mouth, and you let out a soft moan as he rubbed his bulge against your sensitive core.

“Does that feel good?” he asked, pulling away from your lips to look at you with hooded eyes. When you nodded he slipped a hand under your shirt, caressing your breasts over the fabric of your bra. “What do you want me to do, Y/N?” he asked softly, lips pressing along the column of your neck.

You moaned as he sucked on your skin, fingers now finding your pebbled nipple and squeezing. “I want you to make me feel good, Jaehyun.”

He nodded, eyes roaming over your body as if he were seeing you for the first time. He went slowly, hands following your curves, checking in with you now and then to see if you were okay. With each pass of his hand, with each whisper of breath, you felt your burdens falling away, everything narrowing to him and how he was making you feel.

“Jaehyun,” you whispered, breaths becoming shallower, “I want more.”

You tugged at his shirt and he pulled it off, helping you take your clothes off until you were bare underneath him. He felt good, his heated skin against yours making you feel comforted and aroused at the same time. You held him to you for a moment, just breathing with him, your chests rising and falling together, until you felt his cock twitch against you.

“More,” you whispered against his neck, before you pressed your lips onto his smooth skin. He moaned beautifully into your ear, and then he slid inside you, taking your breath away as he filled you up.

“Does it still feel good?” he asked, his voice low but soft, his cock slowly spreading you apart.

“Yes,” you moaned, “oh god yes it feels good.” You didn’t know that sex could make you feel this good, lift you up and take you away from anything that could bring you down. Maybe it was just Jaehyun then, maybe it was the way he touched you, the way he moved inside you, the way he made you forget everything bad about your day.

“You feel good too, Y/N,” he groaned, bottoming out and staying there for a moment, “so fucking good.”

His praise made you feel warmth in your chest, as well as your core, and you clenched around him, making him hiss. “You can move now,” you told him, wrapping your arms around his torso to bring him closer to you.

He started off slow, just a languid movement of his hips, but the effect of it was a slow-burn that had you aching for more, your arousal building with each drag of his cock in and out of your pussy. You whined as the feeling built up inside you, your entire body tingling as he fucked you, slow but deep.

“Tell me how good it feels for you,” he said, his face so close you felt the brush of his lips against the shell of your ear. You shuddered at the contact, fingers digging into his back.

“Mm, it feels so good, Jaehyun,” you moaned, “so good.”

He started to kiss down your neck, down your chest, sucking your nipple into his mouth and making your back arch off the bed. He varied the angle of his thrusts at the same time, and that was enough, triggering your climax as you felt him hit so deep inside you. You came with a loud cry, releasing all the frustrations of the day as your pussy clenched around his cock. He groaned as he reached his own end, thrusting into you one last time and holding you tight against him as he shot his cum inside you.

You were both panting, skin damp with perspiration, but he still kissed you, all along your neck, along your jawline, and finally on your lips. When he pulled away he was smiling at you, his eyes soft as he studied your face.

“How do you feel now?” he asked, stroking your cheek gently.

“So much better,” you smiled, squeezing him tightly in your arms. “You’re the perfect cure for bad days.”

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Red Orchid

Silver Bullets pt.2 A03

{previous}

Donna Beneviento x reader/you

Series Summary: The head gardener has taken you under his wing and as you grew older you viewed him as a father figure. You and the young mistress grew close over time but due to mysterious events she shut herself out form the world. A childhood crush left inevitable yet impossible. Soon other servants and inhabitants of the manor began to disappear one by one. Eventually the head gardener left without a trace and yet you stayed, where would you even go if you ran? The night became more dangerous as the years went by, screams echoed through the night homes left untouched.

Warnings: little steamy/human experimentation, violence, paralyzation, heartbreak, self sacrifice, tell me if u missed anything

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The full moon had lit your path up well enough tonite. Your boots crunched in the snow as you clutched your machete tightly. The wind may have died down but the lycan numbers had only increased as you heard them all over. People shouting, guns firing, and blood spilling. An occasional fire breaking out here and there, the village had become a war zone. The most lycans you have seen since they started to appear, Miranda must be planning something. Best time to strike while she is busy making sure things go according to plan. You noticed an odd amount of birds in the trees, as if they were filling you. They probably were, knowing Maranda, she has eyes all over. Luckily the lycans had seemed to not bother you as you made your way through the village. An occasional villiger had pleaded for your help but you remained vigilant. No need to waste your energy. White snow had turned bloody red beneath your boots.

You finally made it to Miranda's building, your heart still tugged at you to get alway. Your last chance to turn back was right here.

You turned your back towards the permafrost outside and in the warm arms of another. A night of rest then waking up in a comfort you had been seeking out your entire life. The morning had crept its way like a gust of wind. Your lady’s arms protectively wrapped around your body, happy of your return. You watched her soft and steady breathing patterns, studying her sleeping unveiled face. A friendly face that has brought you joy as a child. Oh how those few pleasant memories can not outweigh the painful ones. You could simply escape into the first and start anew, but that would be frivolous. You knew what dangers lurked inside the village, who knows what lurks beyond the familiar area.

Miranda had answers you’ve been searching for your entire life. She was the cause for everything gone wrong in this village. For all the death and pain she caused you, the lords, and those dumb ass commoners.

The art of revenge, a quick poison that slowly kills the body as long as you acknowledge its existence.The answers to your questions are so close within your reach, you can’t stop now. Somewhere you knew even if you turned around right now things wouldn’t go back to the way they were before anyway.

“I’m sorry my lady, but a peaceful life was never an option for me as well as for you.” You whispered those words and kept your head low, eyes closed for a brief moment of silence before the chaos unleashed itself. You looked forward, eyes filled with determination as you stepped into Maranda’s hideout.

“I see you’ve come alone, what poor timing on your part.” You found her in the center of the room, raven wings on her back, a black moss had scattered around the room and was pulsating as if it were alive. She turned to face you, eyes dripping black ink.

“I’ve come for answers!” You clenched your teeth and held onto your machete as tightly as possible. “And you know that.” Before you could take a step forward something had latched itself on your throat and lifted you off the ground.

“I must admit you are one of my more successful subjects. Let’s see how that little parasite is favored?” Her grasp on your throat had tightened as you were pulled closer towards her.

Her gaze pierced through your bones, sending chills throughout your entire body. Heart pounding in your chest, catching fire. You tried to claw your way out of her grasp but she was too strong. You attempted to kick but not prevail. You gathered what little strength and used your machete to cut your way out of her grasp.

Miranda screamed in pain as you fell to the floor, gasping for air. “UGH why you LITTLE!”

She sent another black moss your way which hit your chest and sent you back flying into the wall. You could feel something breaking as you made contact. You fell onto your feet and knelt to the ground, trying to gather your strength again. Something inside if you tugged for release as your head began to pound. You did not fight as you felt your heart tighten and the pain slither up your neck, your right shoulder blade aching as something broke free from your skin. A bat-like wing sprouted itself out and spread open to stretch, blood dripping down your back. A surge of indescribable strength erupted throughout your entire body, setting it ablaze. The other half of your face becomes numb as the entity inside your body takes over.

“That’s it, let the battle commence. But do make things quickly, I’m on a tight schedule.” Her wings expanded and the ground beneath you began to shake. She remained in the center as her molds did her bidding, pushing you around and throwing you to the ground.

You shredded through the mold with ease, doesn’t mean she was going to make things easy for you. She was still stronger no matter what, though you were faster. You slid behind her with ease and landed a blow to her back, a mold winded itself around your ankle and launched you into the air and threw you to the ground. Spliteres pierced through your jacket and tore it to shreds. Before she landed another blow you rolled to the side, barely escaping. You managed to successfully doge a few of her attacks, only to be caught when something coiled itself around your neck and squeezed tightly and you gasped for air again. You were at eye level with Miranda again.

“Such defiance, you need to be taught a lesson.” Miranda said blankly as she crept closer. She placed a hand over your heart and something stirred inside you. This little bit of power you had inside began to eat you alive, crushing your soul. You screamed and squirmed like a dog for some sort of end to the pain. You felt your bones breaking from the inside, “You wish for answers, you’ve had them all along.” She let you go as you laid in the ground and another memory played in your mind. “We’ll, here is my gift to you.” Miranda spat before she flew off.

You had died the night you fell down the waterfall and Miranda had brought you back to life. Your father saw himself unfit to raise a child, unknowing Miranda was the reason his family had died to the lycans in the forest. He gave you up and hoped the people he gave you to would take better care of you, although the village had changed them entirely. They weren't the most grateful or nicest anymore, you had become a burden to them. They were glad to be killed by the lycans a few nights later, leaving you alone for the second time in your life. Your mind, unable to cope with being alone again, created the illusion of them still alive. You had forgotten who your father was and viewed these visions as your parents instead.

When some unknown feeling leads you back to the Benivento manor your father had noticed but did not reach out. You felt a familiar connection with the man but the entity in your body had not allowed you to remember. All you had ever wanted was a family, to be alone in this disastrous world and only experience loneliness had scared you to the core. Was this entity Miranda had planted inside of you the cause for your future connection with the mistress of the Benivento manor?

Tears pierced your eyes as smoke filled your lungs. As you regained consciousness you noticed a giant hole in the ceiling like someone broke it open. A fire had spread around the building and spread to the planks above, the mold clearly not comparable with fire. Your body refused to move, screams could be heard from outside of the building. You turned yourself around and attempted to stand up. Your entire body was aching and legs kept shaking as you slowly walked out of the building. But before you made it to the exit you heard a loud crash and looked up, then everything went dark for a moment.

When you came back the side of your face burned in agony and you were no longer able to feel your legs. You got a quick glance behind to see that your legs were trapped under rubble. You were free to crawl to the exit but your legs wouldn’t budge and it felt like you were ripping your body in half. It didn’t take long for your energy to completely diminish. Tears fell down your cheeks in defeat, you laid face down on the ground just waiting for your death. It was slow and painful while the smoke filled your lungs. Your last bit of strength was used to hold your wooden box close to you and you let the memory play out in your mind while your body slowly gave out and finally gave up.

“I’m sorry I could not be your white knight, my lady…..” The last words you had spoken before your world became dark and quiet. A quiet peace at last.

Your first kill is always the most memorable, especially when that was the night you stumbled upon the manor for the first time.

Things at home weren't easy and you had to learn to take care of yourself from a young age. Begging had become a formality but eventually everyone began to turn their heads the other way. Stealing had become easy once the monsters at night began to attack at night, leaving stores empty while the owners were dragged away into the woods. Except for one particular night you had been spotted and fought for your life.

You observed this small bakery/farm and the family’s behavior patterns throughout the day. Waiting for the right moment to strike when the night enveloped the skies. The family lived above the room their shop was in and when you successfully snuck in a few shouts from above startled you. Not a moment after you stuffed your makeshift bag and exited the building a body was tossed out the window and landed in front of you. The body of the mother had been torn to shreds and the image has forever been burned in your memory. You look back to the seceding floor like an idiot and make eye contact with the father whose body had changed in ways that almost made him unrecognizable.

The 7ft mutant leaped from the broken window and landed in front of you, slowly making his way towards his next prey. A surge of energy rushed through your veins followed by a wave of confidence that came from nowhere. You grabbed a long glass shard from the cold ground and held it in your hand, getting in a fighting stance. Although this beast may be bigger than you, whatever this adrenaline rush was had made you faster. You were able to easily dodge his attacks and struck his throat that was left exposed when you slid underneath. The creature fell and your eyes locked on a young girl not much older than you whose eyes are filled with horror.

In her hands were a small gun she pointed towards you, her hands shaking significantly. “You… you killed him… you took my family AWAY FROM ME!”

Before you could move the sound of a billet echoed through the night. Luckily due to her inexperienced and unsteady grip she missed. You weren't sure what caused your attitude to shift but you felt no fear and took a step closer to the child. In a matter of moments another warning shot was fired, this time you managed to dodge the bullet as if knowing where exactly it would fire before it was lit. You had gotten terribly close to the barrel of the gun when the sound of screams could be heard in the distance. Mixed with the screams you heard barking as well, could spot hounds running your way. Being smart enough you decided to run as quickly as you could.

You ran towards the edge of the village where you came across a familiar bridge you had never seen before. It was made of wood and ropes, not the safest thing but the only option. Howls could be heard not too far and you carefully made your way across the old bridge. Everything from your knees down had begun to feel cold due to the quality of your clothes, the fierce winds of the mountain piercing through your shirt. After a lovely trip through a path along the dark woods you stumbled upon a giant manor.

The cries of the dogs echoed not far behind and you threw yourself at the gates blocking the manor’s entrance. The bars were too small to crawl through and the gates were too far for anyone to hear with the winds. To the side there's an edge leading towards the bottom of a waterfall, you wander towards the edge hoping that there’s another way around the gates. There isn’t much space between the gates and the very high fall above freezing water. The sounds of the waterfall overpower the dog’s howls in the distance, your hands hold onto the frozen bars for dear life. A familiar fear spreads throughout your body as you imagine yourself plummeting to the bottom into the water. When you finally reach the garden behind the manor you spot a small shed with a faint light.

You run towards the building and kick against the gates. Your attempts to shout are silent when you feel a stinging in your throat. Not a moment later a figure kicks open the door with a shotgun and a lantern, quickly glancing around the area until the light blinds your eyes. The figure runs off to the side, unlocking the gates and gesturing for you to quickly follow. You attempt to run inside but your legs refuse to move, you can’t feel them anymore and you fall in the snow. Next thing you know you’re being wrapped in a warm blanket and being carried into a hot room. You assumed it was the mix of frostbite and exhaustion but something about this place felt familiar. The word father was on the tip of your tongue, must be the exhaustion causing you to hallucinate.

The sound of the waterfall was comforting, you opened your eyes to find yourself standing near the edge between the entrance and the bottom. You attempt to remember how you got here, last you remember there was a fire… Something causes you to look down and you notice there is a tombstone in front of where you were standing. Your name was etched in stone, your body was translucent. No wonder you couldn’t feel the chill of the wind or the droplets of water fly in the air.

“Gasp!” A familiar voice rang out and you turned to the left to find your lady standing beside you, her veil was covering her face but you could hear it in her voice her tears were filling her eye.

“I have returned, my dear. Just as I promised all those years ago.” You shut your eyes and cracked a smile, hoping to lighten the mood. What you didn’t notice was a permanent scar of the cadu traveling up your neck was visible as well as a burn from when your face was hit, leaving a half smile. Flames dancing from your jaw to the tip of your forehead.

Turning into a ghost didn’t really phase you after all you've experienced living in this village. You couldn’t exactly control when you’d appear and disappear, when you’d disappear it would lead to a dreamless sleep. One of the few times you appeared the sound of a gunshot echoed, fear spreading throughout your soul. You ran into the manor quickly to find dolls everywhere, some furniture was out of place and droplets of blood were tainting the floor. The sound of stone cracking came from above, when you saw what had caused the disruption you froze. There stood a tall man with a pair of scissors in his hand and a pile of broken stone. You brushed past the stranger as you surveyed the area and you spotted a familiar doll beside the rubble.

Is this what had become of your lady, just a pile of rubble. You feel at peace for some reason clashing with a fiery anger bubbling towards the stranger who killed your Lady. You simply turn towards the stranger and launch yourself at him. Throwing him and yourself out the nearest window, landing on a pile of freshly fallen snow. You pushed yourself off the strange man and paced a few steps back while he took a moment to stand back up and regain his bearings.

You reached out for something to come at your call and what came to your rescue was a bundle of vines sprouting from the ground and holding the stranger in place. They slowly climbed their way around the stranger and began to tighten around him. The more he kept struggling the more guilty you felt and once you regained your sense you let him go. Your lady was finally at peace, it was time for you to be at peace and join her.

“Take out Miranda and all this will be over. Heisenberg is a decent person, he’ll give you what you need.” And like that the man scurried off into the woods. Moments later the sound of a growl and a gunshot rang in the distance.

“Are you just going to stand there or are we going to go?” Pops appeared behind you, how you’ve missed his voice.

“Pops?” Tears filled your eyes and you ran into his arms. “I never got to thank you for everything!”��

“Look how you’ve grown, I’m sorry I left you to fend for yourself. I had no idea that they’d treat you so terribly. C’mon, let’s get out of here. Wouldn’t want to keep the Lady waiting now do we?” The two of you walked back into the manor and a bright warm light filled the room.

You awoke to the sound of someone calling your name, “…it’s time for you to wake up. Breakfast is ready and everyone is downstairs.” Her voice was recognizable and when your eyes adjusted to the light you remembered her form when you were younger. She was one of the first servants to disappear mysteriously.

“I’ll be there in a moment.” You spoke instinctively. You weren't sure what room you were in, let alone who’s room. Elegant casual clothes were left at the foot of the bed and you tossed them on them and quickly made your way down the stairs of the manor. The smell of delicious food filled the room as you made your way down the stairs. It’s been years since the place had felt so lively, too long. You stepped into the dining room to find Lord and Lady Beniviento, a lady who resembled your lady but you didn’t recognize her, your father, and of course your lady were all sitting at the table.

All eyes fell as you entered the room, “Morning sleepyhead.” Your Lady rose and kissed you on the cheek. She wore no veil and her hair was in a wavy ponytail, her eyes sparkled like you’ve never seen them before. She ran her fingers through your hair in an attempt to fix it.

“My Liege, breakfast is served.”

“I'm going to go help my wife in the garden, thank you for the meal.” Pops stood and headed out the door. Mom?

“I think it’s time we head into the village dear, care to join us Claudia. Lady Dimitrescu is expecting us to present some samples.” Lord and Lady Beniviento and Claudia left upstairs as well, leaving you and your lady alone in the dining room.

“So my love, we have the manor to ourselves today. I see Lydia choose your good outfit, care to join me for a picnic later.” She placed a hand on your chest while the other one massaged your scalp. Her eyes were beautiful, there was a light you had never seen before shine in her eyes.

While gathering things for the picnic you spotted Vivian and Angie on a shelf in your shared room. Seeing Angie so lifeless you half expected her to jump out and something not appropriate.

“You all set dear?” Your lady was waiting for you at the back door, her black sundress illuminating her pale skin.

“Of course, my dear.” The two of you walked hand in hand into the woods. That eerie feeling you became familiar with had left and you felt a comfort you had been searching for years to find, Home.

BONUS

Draft idea for the end:

“What happened to POPS?!” You begged your lady to answer, warm tears staining your cheeks. “He became one of Maranda’s experiments… I swear I did not know until afterwards.” “Is he that THING around Claudia’s grave?” “Yes… I’m so sorry.” You took a deep breath and signed heavily before speaking, “I know it wasn’t your fault. Let’s discuss this again in the morning, I need to sleep on this' ' you kissed her goodnight as she fell asleep in your arms. But you weren’t able to sleep at all, something in the back of your mind nagged at you. You rolled your lady out of your arms, giving her one last kiss goodbye and paid a visit to mother Maranda. ~~~~ Thinking back on what made you so determined to seek her out wasn’t quite clear. You wanted wanted have a family, hoped to form a family with your lady. But that day won’t ever come. Your determination for revenge was stronger than your wish for something you searched tone whole life for, something that was never given in the first place. Maybe it was the repressed feelings whenever you’d push something aside, the cadiu in your chest, or a combination of both. You wanted mother Maranda’s tournament to end, for the villagers and the lords who all suffered because of her. The battle didn’t last long, it ended in flames burning the thing keeping you alive. Your box holding the flower crown was the only thing that remained, underneath the ash for your lady to stumble upon. ~~~~ When you were little you died falling off the edge of a cliff and hitting the waterfall’s bottom. The gardener pleaded for his child to be saved and Miranda agreed if she would allow him to be experimented on. He agreed and she planted a cadou implant in your heart. Feeling unfit as a father he left you with some old friends of his in the village but they soon died due to lycan attacks. Your father thought you were better off without remembering him and the accident. Your mind and the cadou created the illusion your ‘parents’ were still there. Unable to handle the thought of losing two sets of parental figures, imagining and forgetting you were alone had been easier for you to adapt to as a child. ~~~~

Twisted alternate ending??

Miranda had complete control over your body, she was the host of the cadou. It was natural for it to follow her in the end. Your skin was devoid of all color and your eyes pale with no sole or will to fight left. Your soul is buried in the ash of the roof. The sight of becoming a soldier of her’s had deeply bothered the other lords and even if they wouldn't admit it the sight had terrified them. Your Lady had pleaded with Miranda to free you but knew this creature wasn’t you. You died in the fire, your body is just a vessel for Miranda to use.

What a nightmarish thought that came into your mind, luckily nothing along those lines came to be true. The fire had completely destroyed your cadou which in the end killed you. Things remained dark for who knows how long, the concept of time irrelevant. The sounds of the waterfall had woken you from what seemed like a bad dream. Although you found yourself standing by the side of the waterfall, you couldn't feel the snow beneath your feet. Or the wind that had blown the freshwater into the trees to form icicles.

BONUS

The art that started it all

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