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shurisneakers · 4 years

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harmless (vii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 3.4k

A/N: hey shoutout to @ugherik for suggesting a spin on the “A PLATYPUS!??!“ [perry puts his hat on] “PERRY THE PLATYPUS!???” thing. i used it in here, it’s a really small part and probably missable but i tried!! also i like the next chapter better than this one, i just wanted to put this here so it doesn’t seem abrupt <3333

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Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.

He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.

But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.

After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.

He got a haircut.

Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo.

He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.

What did he do-

“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.

He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.

Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?

Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.

“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.

“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy.

But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships.

She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.

“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”

He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate.

“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”

“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”

“Where is the location?”

“The local sports centre.”

“Isn’t that closed today?”

If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise.

Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum.

“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.

“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”

He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.

“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”

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The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed.

The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.

He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.

The door closes behind him with a soft thud.

You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”

Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.

“I don’t know. Lego?”

“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”

You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.

"Who are you?" you squinted.

What

"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-

"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”

Great

He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.

"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."

“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.

“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.

He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”

“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”

“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.

“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”

It did.

He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.

“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”

“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks.

“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”

“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.

“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.”

“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.

Ice skates.

“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you.

“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.

“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”

That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.

“For?” He halts where he is.

“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”

“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.

“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.

“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.

It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.

He raises an eyebrow.

Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”

Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.

“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”

“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.

The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.

His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”

He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.

He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.

It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.

"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.

Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.

The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.

His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.

He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.

It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.

“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.

He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.

A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”

He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support.

There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.

He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle.

Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.

The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.

Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this.

“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.

Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.

Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.

“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.

“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway.

“I like to keep things spicy.”

He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you.

Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck.

“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.

He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal.

He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.

He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.

“Stop that!”

He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw.

“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship.

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”

“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.

“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.”

“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”

You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him.

He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.

“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it.

He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought.

Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.

“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble.

“Shut up, you’re so immature.”

“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later.

He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again.

It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding.

Both of you looked ridiculous.

“Stay away, fiend.”

“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.

Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you.

“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.

He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.

“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”

The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t.

“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible.

You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself.

“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring.

“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”

“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.

“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.

“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time.

“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes.

He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you.

The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again.

“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst.

“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”

“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”

“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”

You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.

“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm.

He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.

“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying.

It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again.

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”

It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.

The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment.

You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.

You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.

“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”

“You refused to give up.”

“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.

“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you.

“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up.

“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”

Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech.

“Suppose that’s two points for me?”

You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.

“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.

“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.

He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something.

Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him?

“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”

The world may never know.

You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again.

He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.

Smooth.

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lemon-boy-stan · 3 years

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LO$ERS -> 31. "BEOMGYU-ITIS"

Beomgyu had never been so prepared in his life. He was ready at three o'clock and got to the Well House at three thirty. He had half an hour to wait, but whatever. He'd have time to plan ahead.

He wore his friendship bracelet and had tied one of Y/N's ribbons to the handle of his bike for good luck.

Beomgyu exhailed shakily: if he was stupid and if his plan went wrong, which, let's face it, there was an eighty-nine percent chance that it probably would, he could die here.

No, he told himself, don't be stupid. Follow your plan. Save your friends. You can do this. You have to.

He rubbed the beads on his bracelet, like he did every time he was nervous, and smiled at the memory.

Beomgyu and his friends sat in a circle in Yeonjun's house. They were in the seventh grade at school, and it was their last day of the school year.

Hueningkai had suggested to play Spin the Bottle, so they were using an empty bottle of Soju that Yeonjun had found in the trash.

It was Y/N's turn now, and Hueningkai grinned like he was planning something. Y/N sighed before giving the bottle a spin. It span for two rounds, then three, and a fourth round when it halted to a stop. The room went quiet. Beomgyu bolted up in his seat.

Y/N scowled.

"No," she said defiantly, "no way. I'm spinning it again. There's no way I'm kissing Bum-gyu." Hueningkai laughed as Taehyun shrugged, nonchalantly, "rules are rules." Y/N turned to the eldest Loser for help, but Yeonjun merely grinned, "make sure there's tongue." making Y/N scowl even more, punching him hard in the arm.

Then she turned to her brother, who shrugged shee pishly: "you guys didn't l - let me spin a - again when it landed on Y - Yeonjun,"

Yeonjun stuck his tongue out at Y/N's brother, "you liked it." making the stuttering kid scowl, "no w - way, homo." and even Taehyun laughed. Soobin turned to his sister, "whatever. Point i - is, you have to kiss him. L - Lips or it's not c - counted."

Y/N scowled even more, "I fucking hate you guys. If I get sick, I'm gonna kill you." Taehyun rolled his eyes, "how could kissing Beomgyu make you sick?" Y/N crossed her arms, "don't you know? He's got Beomgyu-itis." and the rest of the Losers laughed.

Before the kiss could even happen, however, a lound bang sounded from deep below the Well House, a loud circus tune following after, snapping Beomgyu out of his daydream and back into reality.

A voice spoke from somewhere under the house, its words distorted. As it kept speaking, Beomgyu realised that there was a melody to the words, and that the person was singing a song.

"Oranges and lemons, say the bells of St. Clement's, you owe me five farthings, say the bells of St. Clement's..."

The song drifted off into: childish Laughter as the air around Beomgyu grew cold. Beomgyu shivered, letting out an icy, fog-like breath.

Then the ground rumbled, and the floor opened beneath his feet. The house around him shook. Beomgyu fell.

summary: derry, maine, 1989. there have been a collection of missing persons cases, but that doesn't stop the losers club from having fun. y/n and her friends are determined to have a good time, and nothing is going to get in their way. genre: fluff, crack, it 2017 au. pairing: choi beomgyu x reader

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heymeowmao · 2 years

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2022.05.08 - https://weibo.com/l/wblive/p/show/1022:2321324766969315590791

Just a little bit~~~

LYN: Hallo everybody and good night. I’m Modern Brothers’ Liu Yuning. Welcome~ LYN: Isn’t it a surprise? LYN: I wasn’t going to stream today, but I saw that it’s the weekend and I hadn’t streamed for a week. I’m sure a lot of you can’t take it anymore- they can’t live without me. My heart hurt so I decided to stream a bit.

LYN: I’ve been tired- not that I’m complaining. I SHOULD be tired, but it does wear you down. We’re in a rush to wrap up and there are quite a few scenes left to do, so we’ve been having some long days. The area’s so dusty and we’ve been filming in it for 4-5 days already, so my voice is hoarse. I wasn’t going to stream, but I saw all of you leaving comments and I couldn’t refuse. Since I’m here, I’m going to be happy~! I’m not here to complain, and I want you to be happy, too. Your happiness is the most important. I don’t matter- I’m gonna grin and bear it.

LYN: I got off work at 9:30p and by the time I got home and removed the makeup and washed my hair and tidied up.. I was prepared to stream by 10p. I’ll stream until 12a and leave it at that. I don’t want to interfere with your work coming up tomorrow. It really will be a shorter stream today.

C: Have you eaten? LYN: When the crew took a break for dinner at 6/7p I had some zhajiangmian, so I’m good. LYN: I thought I would come and stream so you wouldn’t be left with any regrets this weekend. But maybe I’m thinking too highly of myself and you actually don’t think anything of my streams. In any case, if you’re here and watching I hope for you to be happy and to have a complete weekend. Because a weekend without LYN is incomplete.

- explains what the Carnation Festival is, because it’s the one year anniversary of it (he streamed a “music festival” around this time last year w/ az & df, the other 2/3 of the MD Bros)

LYN: There’ll be a new song out tomorrow... maybe around 10a. It’s been recorded for a long time already, and the drama is going to air soon. I hope you can take a listen to it tomorrow. Thanks in advance! If you wanted to save me some face, you can also share the song with your friends. I promise it won’t make them think lesser of you for liking my music. Alright? Please share it for me.

LYN: The volume of the mic isn’t low today, right? See- I’m all about the customer service experience. I know I can’t make everyone happy and satisfied, but if it’s something I am able to do (fix), I’m going to do it to the best.

C: Daimi yells at you now? LYN: The sky is falling. I was walking too slow and she didn’t like it, so she yelled at me. She’s spoiled.

C: Are we celebrating the new year today? LYN: Just about- I’m going to stream at least until 12a. I won’t sing today, though. My throat hurts a bit- there’s too much dust. I’ll just chat with you.

C: Is your hair not poking you in the eyes? LYN: It is. I’m not a fool- with hair this long, do you think it wouldn’t poke my eyes? But isn’t my look today that of a ~depressed man~. When my hair blocks my eyes is gives of a dispirited and depressed feeling, doesn’t it? So in order to bring up the mood I should tie my hair up, is that it? But when I act I have to get my hair glued down and get a wig put on- doesn’t that also trouble me? But I do it anyway- in order to complete the look. LYN: I saw someone saying they didn’t like my long hair... um... you’re probably still going to watch my guzhuang dramas, right? I have long hair in those... Anyway, the time to cut it is coming up. The reason why I’m keeping it is because I’m using my real hair for my current role; another reason is because I’ve never had hair this long before. I want to try keeping it while I am able to grow it out and while my work still allows for it. I was a young rocker, remember? I’ve loved rock music ever since I was young, but the school never let you keep it long. Later I went to work as a cook, but they didn’t allow me to keep long hair either. When I wasn’t a cook anymore, I was a waiter- they didn’t allow long hair either. In the end, I became a celebrity. What I didn’t know is that even after that, they still don’t allow men to look to feminine and have long hair. It seems like every industry I go into has something against my hair. LYN: I haven’t been appearing on tv as much lately, so thankfully I got take this opportunity to keep my hair for the duration of this drama. I’ll have to cut it for the next one though. When I was young I envied the rocker’s long hair- when they could play guitar and whip it around. There’s nothing I can do- I’ll have to cut it. C: I like your short hair. LYN: That’s not important. It’s not like you started liking me BECAUSE of my hair or my hairstyle.

C: When’s the variety show coming? LYN: You must not have seen my last stream. It’s going to air in May- it’s about ready. We’re also going to shoot the rest of the episodes soon. I think you should know this already- you know how artists like to release a monthly schedule for their fans to see? You already know who the special guests for this variety show are, so if you see that we all have the same time/date blocked off in that schedule you can make a guess that we’re all shooting for the same show. We’re about ready to shoot it now, but the location as changed to Changsha. I’m happy as well, because at the very least we’re ABLE to go film. If all goes well it should be able to air on time. It wouldn’t be good if we aired two episodes and then there was nothing left to show.... C: What about Hi!6? LYN: Oh, it was leaked. Yes- I already told you that Chaoyue, Shunxi, and I were going to get together to shoot some promo material. That was in Changsha. We’re also going to shoot the Heroes Hi!6 special, and then after that we’ll do the photo-shoot. C: Heroes is coming then? LYN: Even though we’ve recorded for Hi!6, does not mean that Heroes is going to be airing anytime soon. They’ll record it first and leave it there until the drama is about to air, and THEN that episode will come out.

C: What about ALZ? LYN: You’re way too early. Forget it, really. We’re not even ready for the voice acting yet. What usually happens after a drama wraps is: it gets edited (by the director or the production company), then the edited material gets sent to the platform for review, if it passes review then ok! but it it doesn’t pass review it goes back into editing. I’m not too clear on the details- I already told you last time: I’m only the second male lead, I can’t be asking things I shouldn’t. But that’s the process as I know it. It goes back and forth a few times before we can get to voice acting for it. The VA itself will take about a month. After that it gets sent to censorship and if it doesn’t pass we have to edit again. After it passes the first censor, it goes through a second one. So... you’ve got a long while to wait. Usually a drama will air within six months from the time I finish up the voice acting. I haven’t even been called to do it yet, so we’ve got some time to wait.

C: Which part of the process is Heroes stuck in? LYN: I don’t know either, I haven’t asked. Probably on the second censor by now. After that it’s all up to the airing platform. If they want to air the drama, they will. If they don’t want to.. then we wait. C: Platform-baba, please let us watch Heroes. (baba = daddy) LYN: I’m also looking forward to it. It’s been about four years since I’ve debuted, but out of all the dramas I’ve done so far- other than Hot Blooded Youth, I had quite many scenes there- it’s given me the most scenes. Usually they are 100-200 scenes, like The Long Ballad and Zi Chuan. In ALZ I had a bit over 200.

- ~ * ~ - [t/n: put a pin in this, we’ll come back to it later]

LYN: I saw some gossip the other day saying that the 2ML in ALZ (him) was stealing scenes from the FL (Reba). ?_? I nearly had a mental break after I saw that. I mean, I’ve heard of the 2ML stealing scenes from the ML. I’ve heard of the FL and ML fighting for dominance. But I have never heard of the 2ML stealing scenes from the FL. Isn’t that terrifying, my friends?? Tell me how I’m supposed to steal her scenes!! Like, the FL has a bath scene and it gets delegated to the 2ML? Is that what it means?? And then- the ML and FL are supposed to embrace under the peach tree, but that’s no good. I steal the scene- the 2ML and ML embrace instead. Is that what it means, bro? Friends?? ‘Fam??? That’s too amazing. LYN: If, for example, the drama gets to the highlight where the FL and ML are just about to kiss- and the 2ML comes running. Pushes away the FL. Steals the show. DO YOU THINK THIS IS OK, FRIENDS?? How can the 2ML steal scenes from the FL. I really don’t know how they came up with this. I don’t care if you want to create gossip or make trouble, but next time please think of something that makes sense. I don’t think this even counts as making fun of me, this is just insulting me. You’re also insulting everyone’s IQ. If you wanted to cause trouble, what you’re supposed to do is say the 2ML is more handsome than the ML. This might not be something fans of the 2ML posted- it could be people who are the ML’s antis, posted it in hopes that it causes strife.

LYN: I’ve already said- as the boss I make all the decisions regarding my own work and I would never do such a thing (as steal their scenes). When I go to shoot a drama, I know that there’s ranks when it comes to actors. Let’s not talk about other dramas, just ALZ. Who’s the FL? Isn’t she popular? Does that need saying? Ok, now who’s the ML? Isn’t HE popular? Does THAT need saying? If they’re taking you around to play (work), you just happily follow. I’ve worked with Dilireba twice already. This is my first time working with Gong Jun, but we’ve already become good friends. They’re treating me so well and playing (working) with me, who am I to tear them down behind their backs?? Do you think I even CAN? I’d be crazy to. C: The 2ML is popular too. LYN: That’s true, but I’m nothing in comparison to them. It’s alright I can improve slowly and work on it. But I’m not here to play 2ML and steal the FL’s scenes just to get a leg up in my career, alright?! If I want to climb the ladder it’s going to be through my own future works. Where do they even expect me, a mere second male lead, to climb to?? LYN: When the drama airs later I’m sure people will have opinions against me, so I’m leaving this stream here as proof. (that he’s not the type of guy to use others for his own benefit) I know this is a sensitive topic but I’m also a normal person. We’re all the same- just normal people in different lines of work; sometimes I want to complain, too. LYN: Just imagine- one day I play the ML and then the 2ML goes around saying he’s going to overpower and surpass me. GJ is not easy to overcome, but with me- they’ll squash me easily. I believe that what comes around goes around. I hate that type of person, so why would I become that person? C: Ning-ge, don’t worry. You won’t be overpowered. LYN: No- the problem here is we’re not talking about height. When it comes to height I can confidently say that there are few in the entertainment business taller. But if we’re talking about visuals, then I'll be crushed no matter who comes. I’m 189cm and when I wear shoes I’m over 190m. There are few people who can surpass me in this instance. Honestly speaking, even someone who is 180cm will look small next to me.

- lost track of the topic, trying to find his way back to what he originally wanted to talk about LYN: You also forgot (the topic) didn't you? How can you be so idle- Don’t you usually take notes when watching?! - tries to pick up at Hi!6 in Changsha, but he’s talked about that already :p; keeps thinking... LYN: Ok, this friend called “I am the Most Handsome” stand up and tell the class where we left off. In this online class I will call names at any time.

- ~ * ~ - [t/n: aaaandd we’re back.] LYN: I was talking about acting... how it’s been three years since my debut and... I remember now! You guys just can’t keep up with my cogitation. You must not have enough brain power- if you’re sleepy you can go to sleep. It’s been almost four years since my debut and up until now I’ve only been supporting roles. Heroes (other than HBY) is the drama that’s given me the most scenes. 360+, prior to editing. I don’t know how many will be left after editing though. But what I wanted to say was that it’s the drama that I have a lot more scenes in and therefore I like it a lot. I hope that when it airs people can watch it, alright?

LYN: It’s Mother’s Day, right? Anyone who is watching my stream and is a mother, I wish you a Happy Mother’s Day. I also wish all my friends who are watching my stream- if you have a mom at home- Happy Mother’s Day to them, too. I wish them to be full of life and youth, and health and longevity! LYN: I will now sing a song that’s a must for Mother’s Day. A gift for everyone’s mother and those of you who are mothers yourselves. You’ve worked hard. If you’re next to your mom right now- I know you are sensible and must have already, but wish them a Happy Mother’s Day. I sent a message to my mom and she replied with. “Thanks.” Let me sing a song for you- whether good or bad- it carries my sincerity.

-- 母亲 (Mother) by Yan Weiwen -- 听妈妈的话 (Listen to Mother’s Words) by Jay Chou

LYN: I also see that it’s some people’s birthdays today. You can go ahead and celebrate (on your own). What’s so special about ti? Who doesn’t have a birthday?? LYN: I’m joking- Happy Birthday. I hope you can come watch me next year on your birthday as well. If you want me to remember your birthday, subscribe to my weibo. The next time it’s your b-day come tell me and I will be the first one to send you wishes. You might be sad, cold, and lonely but on the internet there will always be a LYN here to wish you a happy birthday if you ask it of him. C: Really? LYN: Ehm... well, it’s not like I can stream tomorrow for those who have birthdays tomorrow. But don’t worry. My wishes are effective for the whole week. Even when celebrating the New Year, there’s a late blessing. Birthdays are the same- the wishes can be late 3-5 days, it’s still good enough.

C: Will ALZ air by summer vacation? LYN: I already told you I’m only a supporting character. I don’t have the right to know that type of information. But... as far as I know it won’t be out by summer vacation. I think if it’s even released by winter vacation we can all be happy together.

LYN: I saw a video- hold on, let me find it. I was shooting a scene that was caught by a paparazzi, that said I’m tall but timid. Did you see that video? Let’s watch it together. - clip: https://weibo.com/5453477559/Ls3GSucss; the vid is making fun of him, saying he’s scared of heights bc there are stuntmen holding his legs while shooting and when the camera cuts lyn immediately grabs on to the pole with arms and legs. vid ends with: don’t you think your fans will laugh at you if they hear about this? LYN: The video says I’m afraid of heights, my friends. I’m 1.9m tall and afraid of heights. A 1m platform... and I’m afraid of it? ???? But I’m already 1.9m tall... do you think I live in terror every day of my life, friends? This is definitely not a 1m tall platform- or else why would I need the wires AND be afraid of the height?? That’s not possible- it was 2m+! It’s a two-layered platform. I’m a swordsman and I’m fighting people all day long. We were fighting on the first floor and then flew up to the second to fight some more. I’m already 1.9m tall- if the first floor was only 1m then what am I supposed to do? Lay flat and fight that way?? There’s no way. C: If you add it up it’s already 5m. LYN: That’s reasonable. The platform was 2m+, I am 1.9m... add it up and it’s already 4m tall in total. From my perspective- where my head is at- you’re up 4m- would you be afraid or not? If it were you, you would cry too! Forget hugging the bamboo pole, you might have pissed yourself! Also- the platform is just a bamboo frame. Even if you’re hopping up and down on it- and not FIGHTING OTHER PEOPLE, like I was- it is easily breakable. The wires were there to protect the actor- so their feet don’t land on nothing and they fall 2m to the floor. It’s not like we were just standing there, we were waving weapons around and it’s east to lose your balance/orientation that way. LYN: Why would I be afraid of a 1m tall platform? I’ve been on wires up to 30m! Maybe not 30- 20m? I didn’t even cry. Maybe I needed to go and change my pants afterwards, though. XD - explains he was on the 20m+ wires for a shot in Zi Chuan; he was standing on a wall and the stunt choreographer asked him if he was afraid of heights- he’s been on wires before, so he said “of course not”. They pulled him into the sky. XD LYN: It doesn’t matter if you’re not afraid of heights, that would scare anyone. But I’ve been on a 30m wire before, why would I cry at being 1m high? This is pure bs. LYN: They also said that my fans would laugh at me if they found out. My fans... will think I’m cute! LYN: I think the thing with fear of heights is that everyone experiences it to a different degree. Some people have it worse than others. I just don’t think we should make fun of people for it. Have you ever gone parachuting? I’ve never done it. But I’m sure that the first time you’re up there, no matter how unafraid of heights you are, you’ll still be afraid at first. It’s a process. There are degrees of susceptibility. Everyone has it more or less.

C: When people get older they do get more afraid of heights. LYN: Let’s talk about something intelligent. We were talking about human’s perception of height but you’re over here launching personal attacks, now. If we’re talking about heights, let’s talk about heights. What are you bringing up age for??? Didn’t you know that any comment you make can be tracked to where you live?? Every comment you make on my weibo, there’ll be a little line telling me where you’re sending it from. Be more careful of what you say, my friends. C: Ning-ge, you don’t need to look up where I’m posting from. I’ll give you my address. Come find me. LYN: /sigh/ I... won’t be going. I’m a little busy right now. I have a lot of things to do.

- someone brings up that he’s been taking dance lessons LYN: Artists have NO privacy. I wanted to learn how to dance and give you a surprise, but you all already know. I don’t know what got into me. I went to learn dance. After the class the dance studio’s boss came to see me. I’m pretty well-known these days :) My songs are good and my dramas are good, and even though I’m not that popular, I’ve still been around for almost 4 years now. I ended up being recognized in the dance practice room. LYN: Of course, you can’t learn a dance in a day. The next time I went one of the.. dance teachers, I think? Drew a picture of me and wanted to give it to me. The thing is she was waiting outside of the (men’s) bathroom to give it to me. I was like, “What do you mean by this? Do you want me to sign it for you?” But no, she wanted to give it to me, and asked for a photo- which she posted online. - people saw it, obv and were saying that this woman has been lyn’s fan for a long time and followed him places while he recorded for shows and whatnot, saying there’s something up with her. (they find her suspicious) LYN: She teaches dance in Hengdian, alright? It’s not easy- let’s not make up rumors that could mess with her life, ok? She is my fan, yes. She likes me and respects me. I know we danced like trash but she was still doing her best to try and compliment me, saying that I was very polite and I always take away the empty water bottles we leave behind. She’s being very nice to me and you’re all over here trying to make up some sinister backstory. Quit it. My goodness. - it’s true that after class he always makes his staff take away the empty water bottles. On the outside it looks like they are cleaning up after themselves. On the inside, he wants to take the bottles and recycle them for a little change XDD (a joke)

-- bathroom break - comes back as Spider-Man & has to hold the mic to the eye-hole to speak

LYN: I know now how women feel when they have to wear dresses. I can’t zip up the back!! This is so hard. Oh., yeah- If I just wore the suit it would be a little uncouth, so I wore some shorts over it. C: The other outfit suited you better. LYN: Don’t you think this one suits me as well? Don’t I look strong, like I could just fly through the skies? C: Show us your back. LYN: I already told you I couldn’t zip it. You’re thinking too much. You want to see the streaming host’s bare back? - tries struggling with the zipper again; he got it! :D - brings a different mask, you can hear him giggle as he puts his earphones in, under the new mask LYN: Perfect. I think I’m doing something really meaningful, because I know a lot of people wish to be superheroes. If you have a kid at home- - struggles with the mask’s zipper LYN: OMG. Being a hero isn’t easy. Who do you think a hero is? (说英雄谁是英雄) It’s not easy for anyone. How about Spider-Man sings everyone a “Drunken Butterfly”? Turns out I was just a drunken butterfly (song lyrics)... LYN: I wasn’t planning on singing today, but after I put on this outfit I feel full of power~ How about this (song)? Something cute.

-- 糟糕是心动的感觉 (Uh Oh! Feels Like Falling in Love) (He’s pulling the mask bc it’s sticking to his face (mouth) too much :p)

LYN: Hold on... please give me another song’s worth of time. I’ll go change back. I can’t stand it anymore. I’ve done my best, friends.

LYN: What just happened? I went to break up the fight and then I couldn’t open my door. I forgot my keys inside and just found a locksmith to finally open my door for me. You all waited so long. It’s been hard on you. LYN: I suddenly came to my senses- I’m sure you are all young people here and will understand when I say.. young people are prone to be rash. I wanted to prove I was still young. But I suddenly came to my senses and I was thinking... if anyone was watching my stream looking to cast me as a male lead and then saw THAT, thought I wasn’t mentally stable, and decided against it? Do you think that stunt will cause me to lose all my work? Let me calm down a bit. - /grabs his wine glass full of water/ C: They won’t. // That’s uncalled for. LYN: My friends, society really is that cruel. Even heroes are misunderstood sometimes. You’ve seen it in movies- the superheroes get misunderstood sometimes. C: Not only will they not misunderstand you, they might give you more scenes. LYN: What, they’re going to give me the FL’s scenes, too? XD

C: You’re trending. LYN: For real? Did that happen just now or have I been there for a while? (aka how many people witnessed spider!ning?) - thanks everyone for giving him a trending topic under the entertainment tab

C: You’re streaming again? LYN: Em.. yeah. I have nothing else to do. No one’s really into me these days. LYN: Sometimes I like to chat with my artist friends, to build up some motivation for myself. That’s why I like to ask people what projects they’ve got going on next. I’ll chat with someone and ask what they’ve been up to lately, and also what they’ll be working on next. Every time I ask someone they’ll say yes, they’ve got something and they’ll be busy until next May. -__-;; I’m thinking, “How can you be so popular? You have so much work??” When I look at them I’ll feel pressure. I’ll think I need to work harder. C: Are you talking about ZSX? LYN: Not only him. Of course, he doesn’t have any problem with finding work. I just don’t like talking to them- it’s kinda scary. It’s just human nature, you know? We’re going to Changsha to shoot for Hi!6, right? YCY, ZSX, and I have a group chat- I don’t know what it’s called- it’s so hard to find. But we’re going there and we’re also going to do the promo shoot, so we were just chatting aimlessly. I just said, “I’m about to wrap up this drama, then I’ll head to Changsha.” YCY said the same, but ZSX said, “I’m sorry... I’ll probably get there some time later in the week.” I told him to finish up quick so we can all get together and have fun after work. He can treat us to a meal, since he’s a rich second-gen, right? YCY and I grew up under more basic living conditions, so he should know what’s good or not and he can treat us. He told us it wasn’t that he couldn’t bear to open his wallet, but that he has to shoot SEVEN CFs in Beijing. ???? Isn’t that just irritating? He made me full with just those words alone. C: Isn’t that MORE reason for him to treat you to a meal, though? LYN: RIGHT?! These past two days I’ve been looking up what’s good to eat in Changsha. I was looking up places that were expensive but delicious. Seven CFs means he could at least treat us to three meals. If he doesn’t I’m going to keep hating on him when I stream next. XD LYN: I just don’t like talking to them... sometimes YCY is infuriating, too. I asked her what she would be doing after we finished up in Changsha and she said she had three variety shows lined up next. Really that ruthless? They scare me. :(

LYN: I suddenly got the feeling that I’m not worthy of being their friend. Sometimes I’m afraid to mention them in my streams. I feel like the people I can mention are on par or better than me, but not by too much. If they’re too much more popular than I am it will come off as if I’m trying to gain something from them. But now I’m a little afraid to mention them, in case some public forums will think I’m trying to leech off of their fame. They’ve got SO MUCH work. C: Ning-ge, you can oppress them to “death” with OSTs. LYN: If you didn’t mention it I would have forgotten. I COULD do that, can’t I? If ZSX’s trump card is seven cfs, and YCY’s is 3 variety shows, then mine can be 10 OSTs and it’ll even out? We’ll be in a deadlock? Alright, now that you’ve put it that way I feel like I CAN still mention them.

C: My roommate says you talk too much. LYN: Stop blaming things on your roommate, already! You might be married already, and because you’re watching my stream you call your husband as “roommate”? If there’s something going wrong between you two, talk it out. - /couples counseling from Ning-ge/ LYN: About 70% of my viewers are women- later on when you get married, please don’t do it just to find a “roommate”. He not only has to be your roommate, you have to know and communicate with one another. LYN: Let’s tackle this accusation that I talk too much, though. I’m here to stream. It’s not as if I’m a statue- who’s willing to watch a statue that doesn’t and can’t speak? You’re just going to sit here and stare at each other?? There’s no meaning in that. I need to say SOMETHING. Aren’t you all here for online classes?

C: My mom says you’re really handsome. LYN: This is... Auntie, thank you. I’m sure that Auntie was... quite pretty when she was young, too. Another thing is, I think your mom is quite open-minded. Usually when parents see a kid with long hair they’re not going to think he’s a very good person. They’ll think I’m some sort of hooligan.

LYN: If you’re sleepy, you can go to sleep. I see that it’s already 11:22pm. Sleep if you want to, I’m going to stream until about 12a. I’m not doing anything in particular, just came to chat because it’s Mother’s Day and also I was going to stream on Friday but I had too many scenes to shoot and some other things to do- we’re in a rush to wrap up filming. I didn’t want you to be disappointed so I came to stream a bit, and so that you can give me a trending topic. Thanks for that, by the way. On behalf of LYN’s Studio, I thank you all for your support. As LYN Studio’s boss, Liu Yuning, I thank you for indulging me. C: Ning-ge, it’s 5RMB for one. LYN: One what? Are you trying to help bring up the popularity of my trending topic? You left a comment in there that I’ll give people 5RMB each for a comment? XD

C: You should go on more variety shows. LYN: A lot have come to find me, but I really don’t have the time. I think it’s good enough that I am able to finish with Detective Plan. One variety show a year is enough. I’ll leave the rest of my time to shooting dramas. It just depends on your choice. A lot of artists choose to do variety shows because: It’s fast. Just 12 episodes; and if it airs once a week they’ll be in the public’s eye for at least three months. If they can get 4-5 variety shows to air in one year, then they’ll have exposure all year. Humans are just like this- if you don’t appear in front of them they will forget you. I also want to do variety shows, because nowadays people are thinking “Where the heck has LYN been the past two years? I remember he was quite popular, how come he disappeared?” It’s just that they don’t pay enough attention to me. I’ve spent most of my time on OSTs and shooting dramas. LYN: As for exposure, I have my own method. That is, streaming. It’s like I made variety show for myself. It’s also once a week. Sometimes it goes on for 4-5 hours. How terrifying is this variety show? I left most of my time to dramas, though. By streaming I feel like I’m making up for the time I couldn’t be on variety shows. - explains that he wants to be able to leave *memorable* works behind (in the form of dramas) so that if one day someone ever comes up to him and asks him what he can show for himself he can list a bunch of drama names LYN: But I really do want to shoot variety shows, too. Ones like Detective Plan. I keep asking my staff when we can go shoot it. I want to go play! D:

C: You can drink from the water bottle. LYN: I won’t. I feel like if I drink from a wine glass it boosts my handsomeness by two degrees.

--- some homework for his next event:

LYN: In the next few days... I might... I might do some event... How about this- What things interest you the most about how a drama works? Everyone likes to watch dramas, right? But what about a drama (and how it works) interests you?? I want to know. [t/n: lyn is going to host a streaming event with the Floating World cast on 5/10] LYN: Like, if I decide to take you around set, what do you want to see? What interests you about the process? You can tell me and I’ll make note of it.

- drama gossip (lyn: Go look at the gossip blogs, why are you asking me??) - behind the scenes - hair and makeup/costuming - meals on set - script-reading (lyn: Usually that happens before we start recording...) - actor’s rest area (lyn: Why are you invading an actor’s privacy??) - filming methods/process (lyn: You must be a student learning the business.) - the director yelling at people (lyn: Are you... you must be some pervert that likes to watch people get yelled at.) - drama props - scene set-up - wire stunts - food props (lyn: You must have seen things saying that all the foods in dramas are fake, but in my time as an actor- I’ve done a few dramas already- I haven’t seen fake food yet. Most drama crews have the money for real food, at least.) - want to hear the actor’s original voices (lyn: I’m sure this we can do, it’s not like they’re going to pretend to be mute. You’re definitely going to hear them reciting their lines.) - the horses (lyn: That’s not interesting...) - spitting blood (lyn: ...ok.) // taste the fake “blood” - want to see YY (lyn: >.<; Go watch his drama!) - NGs (lyn: That depends on whether the actors in your crew are prone to laughter or not. Some actors don’t like to laugh. I... am normal. I laugh when it’s called for. Everyone laughs once in a while.) - funeral pyre (lyn: You want to see MINE, don’t you?) - kiss scenes (lyn: ?_?) - what actors do on their break time (lyn: They usually just play on their phones, scroll weibo or douyin. I’ll tell you what they usually DON’T do: read books. I’ve never met one who read on their break.) - want to see someone slacking off (lyn: The world is run by the younger generation nowadays. They’re more impulsive. If they see me slacking off on set, they’re probably going to come beat me up.) - how many cameras are there (lyn: It’s drama crew, not a camera shop. Usually, at the most there are four. I don’t know about movies though. Usually three is enough for a drama. The thing they need to change most often are lenses.) - stunt-doubles - the director explaining the script to someone (lyn: There are many types of directors, though. Some like to go over the scene and some don’t. If I get the chance I’ll go around interviewing all the directors I’ve worked with.) - background actors (lyn: What’s there to see?? Should I send you an application, you can become one.) - scenes shot on a green-screen - clapping the slate (lyn: Dramas don’t usually clap the slate, I think that’s seen more in movies, maybe? It takes up a lot of time, and when we shoot a scene we already know which it is.)

C: How much do background actors make? LYN: I’m not to clear on it myself, but it’s also separated into types. - the type where you’re wandering around the bg, but no clear shot of your face: 80-150RMB - the type that walks close to the actor, more in the foreground: a little more (300-500RMB?) - the really pretty ones (that work in the dance houses/parlors): 800-1000RMB

- what’s in the actor’s bags (lyn: Why do you want to flip through their personal belongings?? Usually we don’t bring much, because everything we need is there on set.) - how long do kiss scenes take to shoot - how to do crying scenes (lyn: Crying scenes are normal, though. They’re... alright. Too sensitive. Let’s move on.)

- underwater scenes LYN: There’s a tank in Hengdian, used especially for underwater scenes. Basically, it’s a giant pool. The deepest it gets is 4m- there’s a window on the outside that we use to film inside the water. Of course, there ARE underwater cameras, the ones that go 360° around. C: Is it clean? LYN: There’s no clean or unclean. Think about this- we’re jumping in there with our shoes on. It’s not like we’re beaten and thrown into the water, but before we jump in we take our shoes off. I mean, how clean can it get? But it’s not DIRTY, either. It’s usually cleaned, like with your pools. C: Can you open your eyes in the water? LYN: You can, but /I/ can’t. I tried once. Almost scared me to death. C: Is the water cold? LYN: It’s not cold. It’s pretty much exactly like a pool- those are maintained at a certain temperature. Also, they’re not going to dump actors in freezing water. C: Are bath scenes real? LYN: ? How do you mean. It’s not like they’re going to show you the WHOLE BODY. It’s normal to shoot up to the neck. You think they’re really taking a bath here?

- scenes with explosions (lyn: They plant explosives...)

- acupuncture LYN: That’s real. More or less they’re real needles. Some takes you’ll see it entering the skin. It’s not like I insert the needles myself- I’m likely to kill someone doing that. We hire actual acupuncturists to come and do it. C: Does it hurt? LYN: Ask someone who’s had it done before. It IS a needle in your skin, after all. Do you think it WOULDN’T hurt??

C: Are car(riage) accidents real? LYN: ??? You’re asking me if it’s real when there’s a car(riage) accident and people go flying?I know we as actors don’t really suffer the consequences of such accidents, but can you think kinder thoughts? We’re all people, after all. We’re only on this world for one lifetime. Just because you’re doing badly doesn’t mean you have to make everyone else miserable too.

C: Are the actor’s costumes washed? LYN: Yeah, they must me. Why wouldn’t they be? Is the crew out of detergent or what?? They’re washed, almost everyday. We wear so many layers and- do you really think there are so many beautiful open spaces for us to film in? No- we’re in a huge tent, and it’s so hot in there. The clothes are usually soaked through by the end of the day. If they aren’t then you’re still going to be damp. If they don’t wash the clothes we’re all going to have a mental break.

C: Is the calligraphy done by the actors? LYN: The brush writing? Some actors do know how, I’ve met a few. When writing a letter- hold on, you’re not going to think an actor is unprofessional if they don’t know how to write with a brush, will you? If you think it’s unprofessional I’m not going to say anymore. This is too scary. C: We won’t. LYN: Alright. Usually the director will take a shot of your face, when you’re pretending to write. Next they’ll shoot the hand- it’s a substitute. Sometimes it’s calligraphy, sometimes its a drawing. The teacher will wear the sleeve of your costume and write/draw. All dramas are different. Some dramas will have most of the characters written out for you, and then the actor comes in and adds the last stroke. No matter how terrible you are at brush writing, you can manage a single stroke, right? Then they pan back to your face. It’s like that.

C: Are the pills in dramas Mailisu (Chinese Whoppers)? LYN: That also depends on the drama. I rarely see pills in dramas nowadays. Usually they will be mailisu- if their wound is severe enough- because mailisu are pretty large. If the wound is not as severe there are smaller beans/rounds. Those are all snacks that are usually sold in front of schools- what was it called? Hong Mao Dan? Hua Hua Dan?

C: How are the scenes where a person is on fire shot? LYN: Those are special actors. There are stunt-men for everything. Those are real people.

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LYN: Happy New Year, friends. Somehow we’ve spent another year together. Let me wish you happy new year! I’m happy to have spent another year with you. I hope in this new year you have new adventures. LYN: Hold on a sec, let me wish my mother a Happy New Year. (texts his staff about work)

LYN: I see people mentioning 一念关山 (his rumored next-next drama). Um... I saw that gossip blog post that too... ehehe. Um.... My next drama is a modern one, and I’ll be done with it in about two months. Because modern dramas are quicker to shoot. And then... then... let’s wait for 一念关山 to make an official announcement. XD I can’t say too much, on my part. - sticks his foot in his mouth trying to salvage the situation LYN: This is the first time it’s been so hard for me (to think of an excuse)!!! LYN: How about this- no matter who I work with, I hope that you- my fans- can treat them nicely. Alright? You can just be happy for your Ning-ge. No- I mean, set a good example for me. I don’t want you going around starting fights, ok? Let’s be polite and well-mannered. As for what my next projects will be, just wait for an announcement. Just take what you see online with a grain of salt. LYN: All I can say is that when my next drama ends, the one after that picks right up. They’re connected. So I won’t have much time for the rest of the year for variety shows. No matter who I end up working with, that’s my honor. I’m happy. I get the chance to learn from others and they’re willing to work with me, which makes me happy. I’m not afraid to be made fun of. Honestly I know that a lot of actors look down on me. They probably think I’m just average. But we’ll see about that. :) Every time I hear that, it just makes me want to work harder. No matter who I work with, I’m going to leave them with a good impression of me. It’s all about a good reputation. It helps me, because maybe somewhere down the line they’ll remember that I was good to work with and recommend me for a role. That’s how most of them come to me. LYN: Everything I’ve said is about myself and what I do. I don’t have the right nor the knowledge to talk about anyone else. A lot of people come here to ask me about other artists- I can’t say anything about anyone else. I can only talk about myself, so I can put you at ease.

-- break (to compose himself)

LYN: I always stream a little longer if I’ve said something that errs on this side of dangerous, so I can salvage the situation. I know there are always rumors online, talking about what dramas I’m in or what variety shows. Know that you are free to do whatever you want, but I just want to advise my fans- you know how there are rumors that tell you who will be featured in a drama/variety? I see a lot of times that my name is mentioned and sometimes you reply, telling them not to bait you. I know that in your eyes I am amazing and I am the “sky” but the thing is- the fact that they are even able to mention me is looking too highly of me. If you don’t know how to respond to these rumors, just say “thank you” and leave it at that. As long as these rumors aren’t posted with ill-intent, I think they’re all ok. They think something of me, and that’s fine! All you need to say is “thank you”, don’t get too involved. LYN: I’m just like everyone else- I am also just a worker. I’m grateful, and appreciative, and... I haven’t thought of the third.... the third is I want to be famous.

LYN: Should I delete my playback for today? Did I say anything incriminating? I don’t think so. As long as I didn’t hurt anyone, it’s fine. I mainly only talked about myself. The only person who got hurt in this stream is ZSX. If he gets hurt he deserved it... because... he made me mad. XD

- reminds people again to share his new song when its’s out~

LYN: I’ll just continue to work hard on my projects and I’ll stream when I can. Friends, please believe me I will stream when I can. Honestly I wasn’t even on planning to stream today. It was already 9p when I wrapped up work- it took a few minutes to take off the wig and then when I got home, if I want to stream, I have to take off the makeup and put on some BB cream. I have to wash my hair, too. If I don’t it’ll be full of wax- because they need to make the wig fit better, so they brush your hair down flat to your head. So, all in all, I needed to tidy up a bit before I streamed tonight.

- repeats again that he wants his fans to treat his co-actors well, and not get involved in fan-fighting; also tells them not to get up in arms over people calling him just an “internet famous” celebrity. there’s no need to fight about it, because it’s true. LYN: Everyone has a position in people’s hearts- like me. Even though I’m an actor and a singer, to my mom I am her son. With my co-actors, I may be a colleague and that’s correct, but in their hearts they may consider me a handsome guy. :) It could be that to some people, all they think of me is that I’m “internet famous”. That’s okay. That’s their own opinion of me. You need to learn to be able to accept all kinds of criticisms. If someone says something about me in the future, don’t take offense. You don’t need to prove anything to them. You don’t need to take out all the songs I’ve sung in the past three years and show it to them. You don’t need to explain to them all the roles I’ve acted in. There’s no use. Some people just don’t /want/ to understand. They just want to say what they want to say. It’s alright. It doesn’t matter. LYN: I remember when I was on Our Brilliant Master three years ago, I said that in the future it would be trendy for artists to stream. I told people not to look down on streamers. And look what’s happening now- Haven’t all your “big celebrities” started streaming? It’s possible they could be an idol from your parent’s generation. Are you going to call them “internet famous” too? No way. Your dad would slap you.

LYN: It’s the same old thing. Let’s work hard on our own. As long as you’re happy. When I have time I’ll come and stream for you. We can have our laughs and then have a nice sleep. In the morning we’ll all go back to work or school. That’s just the way life is. // I just want everyone to live happily and healthily. LYN: I hope you had a wonderful and relaxing night. It was great to have you. Thank you for accompanying me from the start, and even those of you who came in mid-way. I hope you have good dreams tonight! I’ll probably stream in another week... or maybe not? :D There could be a surprise in the next two days...

#Liu Yuning #lyn livestream #(2:38:45)#i actually caught this one live!#topics:#ning-ge's hair #detective plan --> moved to changsha shooting location #heroes hi!6 episode #alz: 2ml (him) stealing fl (dilireba's) scenes #<- this part's actually hilarious #gossip: lyn afraid of heights #special appearance by: Spider!Ning #lyn's favorite pastime: bullying zsx #floating world livestream event on 5/10 #he's the host so he's trying to find some topics of conversation - asks the fans what they're curious to know

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kyotakumrau · 4 years

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2021.03.09 USEN STUDIO COAST '目黒鹿鳴館GIG' 1st session with Die and Shinya.

As usual the staff prepared two tables and chairs for the talk event (this time high tables). Fujieda started with greetings, introductions and asked for the applause for the band members.

Shinya and Die came on stage! 💗❤️

Shinya wore brown coat, he sat next to Takabayashi. His pinkish hair looks nice!

Die had very majestic look, starting with his crazy hair, sunglasses and a suit/jacket. He sat at the right table next to F.

S: I'm Shinya, hello.

D: I'm Die. It's been a while.

To start with F asked them how they feel about being in Coast again. S said it's been 2 years since the last time, he even took a picture of the venue board. D said it really brings him back, he feels it's like coming home for them, they play at Coast so often, he wants to play there again soon.

F: usually the audience area is packed, so this feels quite unusual.

D: it's probably the 1st time I see it like that.

Next F asked them about playing at Rock-May-Kan. S said it didn't feel like it's been long time as he went there few times in private. F asked him about the songs he had to practice with Toshiya, but S had remembered them soon. D said he didn't feel the same excitement as when playing normal show, but he was really happy to rehearse and play together with the rest of members, and also to see all staff members again. He could feel things are finally moving forward.

Next they looked at the new leaflet with the Oboro promo photo published today.

S: there's one extra person.

😂

D: when you just look quickly it's like 'did Kyo got long hair?'. Normally you wouldn't expect this, to have someone lying down. Quite a challenge.

F: for someone looking the first time, I wonder what did they think.

D: this image is connected to the PV.

F: Kyo said earlier it's refreshing

D: which part of it???!

They chuckle at the Taiyou no Ao remix comparison.

D: it was more like filming the PV for Zan way back, with all the blood and being dirty.

F: what do you think S, same idea as before?

S: the world in the video also comes from the ��くづきに龍 (月+龍=朧) combination.

D asked what they mean about it and F told him about S earlier talking about the kanji parts.

D: ...はい。・...okay?!

F: Like Taiyou no Ao.

D: ...はい。・...okay?!

F: How do you feel about first show in a year and 3 months?

D: ...how to say... we can't do normal concerts yet, last year we plated wothout audience, but doing nothing in this period didn't feel good, we wanted to try something. Like entering the ring (踏切??)

S then said he was informed about the new SOGAI concert by the official LINE announcement😂

S: I've never been to Tokyo Garden Theater, neither to perform or see someone, so it will be first time for me.

T: it's a new venue.

F: it's quite big.

D: Anything after that show?

T: Like?

D: Like a tour? No other announcements?

😂we want that too!!!!

Next, F moved the talk to the merchandise topic.

F: how's the bag, S?

S: I've used it for the first time today, everything fit perfectly.

T showed us the hoodie as he was wearing it - he said it was perfect because he's cold.

D: If he's cold we should give him the thingy!

(the thingy aka rechargeable heat pack/kairo)

F: ah I have it here somewhere... (searches in the bag)

D: didn't bring it?!

F: got it!💦

D: let's give it to T, he's cold!

They talked about the safe 40℃ level, then S said his recommendation is usb power strip.

F said it's perfect when fans travel as they can charge various devices at once when staying in a hotel. Talking about travel - he also recommended travel pouch, there's a hook so you can hang it, even in shower.

T (carefully): even in shower?

F: maybe not shower, but in the room.

D: with key holders, Shinya looks exactly alike.

S (counters quickly): everyone does

😂

S: but why is everyone doing this pose? (He mimics the head being very low)

D: true😆 you should try, it's like a magic trick, can you do it?

S: I won't.

D: let's try backstage.

😂

F also recommended the pass case, that it's good to hold your commuter pass and D started to joke about the commuter pass and going to Tokyo show😆

After that they moved to the questions from fans.

F: hayfever is a very popular topuc this time.

D said he doest have it and he also asked bout what symptoms people have, when they start etc. He said he's good but he's aware that for Kyo it's quite severe, they have to be careful planning recording in spring, nasal congestion can affect singing a lot.

F: Kaoru also has it, gets runny nose etc

S: For me not even a drop (he said 1 milliliter

)

D: you should really get it once.

D: "to S, happy birthday! Each year you're becoming cooler and cooler!"

S: ...you're just making that up.

D: "You're the best, lav ya. From Die from DIR EN GREY."

😆

S is the only one without an event on his birthday.

D: why wasn't there one?

F: we couldn't book a venue.

D: not even in Okinawa or something?

T: Okinawa...

D: it could work?

S: how is it possible that for 23 years there was never available venue for my birthday?

next they talked a bit about past events.

D brought a memory from the time when they went to play in Australia, they had teouble with their return flight to Japan. They were supposed to leave and arrive in Japan in the evening and start rehearsal for Budokan, but the flight got cancelled. They arrived in Japan in the morning and started rehearsal the same day.

F: it's good that you made it.

D: there are cancellations and delays when traveling abroad. And lost luggage.

F: the story from Mexico.

D: yeah, never put valuable items in the suitcase. And we have to be careful when planning flights.

F: We were in Mexico for your birthday.

D: I remember there was an interesting cake, like a ring, it didn't have a strong taste...

F: so it was bad?

D: you're so rude.

F: and there was S birthday when we were in Australia.

S: I don't remember which city.

F: a solo concert?

D: I think it was a festival.

S: I don't remember anything.

Next they talked about the age of one staff there.

They also talked about Eva, S watched just a bit, D is not interested.

D: do you watch movies?

S: no

D: are 2h too long for you?

S: yeah, I prefer dramas.

D: so 3h gonna be out of question?

S: impossible.

D: 90mins?

S: eh... maybe somehow.

D: I'm gonna look for a good suspense under 90 mins, you definitely raise the bar high!

D: ...ah this q is for/about Toshiya. about the seat arrangement when we travel.

They talked about their seating preferences, S clearly favors window side. They usually don't check the seats carefully, besides S, and once D just sat at window in the row they reserved. S then: you're in my seat (そこ、俺の...), D: sorry(ごめん)💦

😂

S also said he's not bothered by window because he doesn't really stand up that much (even on 6h flights) and he thinks it's harder for the aisle person to let window person out.

D: so it's okay if I put lots of stuff there, an open bento on the table, a drink in a cup, stretch my legs etc, no problem?

S: it's fine.

D: よし・got it！😆

D: "what do you want to do after the state of emergency is lifted?"

S: I don't go out much so nothing will change for me.

D: right. There are not many restrictions.

F said the most troublesome part is that most shops close at 8pm so going shopping is difficult.

F: "who in the band hates to lose the most?"

D (pointing at S): of course S. He even said that he doesn't get a drop of runny nose never getting sick (S just nods it's true). Like catching a cold is a big deal. So you never get a fever? Even low one like 37℃？

S: I don't.

D: you're lying right?

S:I don't.

D: you should really get one once.

But then S also nominated D as someone who hates losing, describing D's reactions when playing bowling or darts, F and T agreed with him😆

F: we have time for one more last q.

S: "I like the old logo on the badge"

(F picked it up to show it on the screen)

S: "do you have any memories related to the old logo?"

D talked about the indies bands priting stickers like that treating it like business cards.

S: Do you remember the first B&W logo?

D nods

S: do you really or you just nod?

D: I talked about it a lot before (previous event).

S: Really? I didn't know.

F: about this and your make up spot.

D: in Heartland (in Nagoya).

S: I remember that.

Then F talked about the announcements again and then asked them for a comment to fans.

Shinya: Thank you for coming. There is also the 2nd session, I don't know if I'm coming to it, but people who are coming please enjoy the event, you will have to leave the venue and enter again after waiting an hour.

Die: Thank you for coming this afternoon. Every time when I stand on a stage in Shinkiba I see the view of fans full of energy and excitement, I want to play again soon and see such view. For now we will do our best for the concert in Tokyo Garden Theater. I hope to see you there. Thank you so much for today.

#dir en grey #shinya #die #目黒鹿鳴館gig #translation #attempt at live report

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hoseokmylovesworld · 4 years

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Sway Me More | Mafia!Jungkook (M)

Pairing: Mafia!Jungkook x Assassin!OC

Part 2: Sway With Me (M) / Part 3: Sway Me Smooth

Requested: Anonymous:

“ ok i think i got something. i was thinking e2l mafia leader!jk and assassin!oc. they're always competing on killing the same enemies and oc beats kook to it everytime but plot twist he's actually sleeping w oc in secret, his gang doesn't know that she basically does the dirty work for him. maybe a scene where jk is busy in his office and feels something is off and he and oc pull guns on one another but its just a form of power play bc that's their relationship. dirty talk, oral male receiving, reverse cowgirl in his office chair, choking, little bit of degradation bc one of the victims oc had to seduce but kook calls her his little slut bc he's possessive like that and they both just have lots of tattoos and piercings. maybe some light bondage too? he ties her hands and the petname sweetness? i love that shit sm. ok i'm out of ur hair now fksks ”

Genre: Mafia!Jungkook, BTS mafia au, Smut, humor, e2l, angst, pining.

Length: 15,664k Words

Warnings: Strong language, lots of violence, minor deaths, guns, oral sex (male receiving), fingering, unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, overstimulation, orgasm denial, dirty talk, BDSM(?), degradation kink, praise kink, light bondage, choking, breath play, spanking, rough sex (if you couldn’t tell), possessive!jungkook, Mr. and Mrs. Smith vibes.

A/N:

1. Not sure if this counts as a Song Fic, but this ask immediately made me think of Sway With Me by Saweetie and GALAXARA hence the title so that was on repeat haha (Stream Birds of Prey: The Album and Stay Gold for clear skin!!).

2. I didn’t mean to make the OC that crazy she just kinda was. Like honestly I don’t know what happened at the end there. Also, I thought it would be a fun dynamic for them to only refer to each other by last names. (Y/L/N)

3. Shouts out to this anon for being so specific! Writing this fic ruined my search history.

3.b You said a little bit of degradation, but I mighta over did it lol.

4. This is really fucking long. For no reason...I’m not sorry, it’s all worth it in the end. Please leave a comment, let me know what you think

Jungkook sat in the back seat of his black town car parked at the street corner, his eyes never leaving a specific window of the skyscraper adjacent to him. He watched as the piece of shit who meddled with his gang’s last drug deal canoodled with his lady friend in his apartment. Probably a hooker, he thought. This particular criminal to land on the mafia’s hit list, has been known to bring home many a sex worker.

He took a look at his Rolex and sighed; the man as slowly, but surely losing patience. They’ve been here for a good hour. A hit has never taken this long to complete for Jungkook’s team. He communicated his frustrations to his sniper, Taehyung, who was camped out in the building directly across from the apartments.

“When the fuck is this bitch gonna leave?” He grumbled through his earwig to his employee and friend. Taehyung laughs tiredly.

“Yeah, I’m asking myself the same thing. They’re not even fucking, they’ve been talking and kissing for like thirty minutes.” The sniper griped.

Jungkook chuckled, hearing the response in his ear. “Just stay sharp. Or you’re back on cockfight duty.”

Taehyung paused. “You wouldn’t.”

“Just focus, yeah?” Jungkook said, refocusing his binoculars to check on the couple in the apartment so that he could see them clearly. The bright lights in the room and the lack of curtains or shades helped him out immensely with that.

“Sure thing, boss.”

Jungkook could barely craft a response due to the shock that took over him at what happened next. He watched as the female sitting to the left of the target with her legs draped over his thighs, pulled a knife, seemingly out of her crotch, and stabbed the white collar criminal in the gut at lightning speed.

He lurched up in pain and grabbed at the knife only for his date to pull it out and stab him again, making deep eye contact all the while. She was obviously a strong woman to overpower a man of his burley stature. But why would she want to?

“What the fuck was that?” Jungkook asked immediately, continuing to watch the scene unfold carefully.

“Looks like his date just stabbed him.” Taehyung responded, just as confused as his superior.

“I can fucking see that, but why the fuck would the hooker kill him?” He raised his voice in annoyance. The murderous hooker finished the job, wiping her fingerprints off of the knife still lodged in the target's stomach and travelled to a nearby closet.

Jungkook watched, overcome with awe and confusion, as she returned with a duffle bag. And his jaw literally drops when he sees her pull white coveralls out of the duffle bag, put them on over her clothes and switch off the lights in the apartment, completely blocking Jungkook’s view.

“Fuck, what’s she doing now, Taehyung?” He asked quickly, knowing that the scope on his sniper had night vision.

“She’s...cleaning the apartment...and the body.”

So she’s done this before, Jungkook thought pensively.

“Do you recognize her?” He uttered, needing to know more about this woman immediately.

“Hell no, I would remember this bitch.” The gunman responds instantly.

“What the fuck is going on?” His boss muttered to himself and Taehyung took the liberty of answering him.

“She’s leaving.”

Jungkook cocked his head back in surprise. “Well that was fast.”

“You’re telling me...she’s making her way to the street. You want us to go after her?”

He thinks about it. No harm done, he figured.

“No, leave her be. Less mess for us.”

“Roger that.” Taehyung nodded and packed his things. Jungkook ordered his driver to take him home and they called it a very eventful day.

What Jungkook didn’t count on was encountering that same perpetrator again...and again. Ever since he came across this deadly woman the first time, it’s like he can’t escape her now. “The Hooker”, as the mafia were calling her, had killed three more of the names on their hit list of people who had crossed them...directly before Jungkook’s men got the chance to do it themselves.

And the fact that it didn’t affect the gang took a backseat to the amount of irritation it brought them and Jungkook for their victim to drop dead in front of them at the hands of someone else. It angered Jungkook because he didn’t know who she was or her motives. She was obviously dangerous and stealthy and could be coming for them next for all they knew. He knew he had to catch her and find out what she was about.

“Alright, guys. You know what to do.” Jungkook huffed to his men through his earpiece as they prepared to ambush a traitor of the gang. He had been on the run recently, selling mafia secrets and tonight the gang would put an end to him and soon, everyone he blabbed to.

After three days of following leads, they took to tracking and set out after him. Jungkook and his members followed the conspirator from a distance and three different sides in an attempt to corner him in the ominous dark of the night. They were closing in on the ex-gang member consistently and it all seemed to come to fruition when he shuffled into a dark alley.

This is too easy, the mafia boss thought enthusiastically to himself. Jungkook and six of his men sped up in pursuit, hoping to trap the imbecile before he realized he was a dead end. Finally, the group turned into the alley quickly, expecting to find a young man ready to shit his pants. Instead they found his slumped over corpse that had been propped up against a dumpster.

Jungkook’s spine straightened in astonishment. They literally just saw him walk into the alley and he just drops dead? Each of the men look around for who could have done this in possibly two minutes flat. The leader draws his gaze to the roof directly in front of him and grinds his teeth in anger at the sight in front of him. The Hooker from weeks ago stood above them with an amused smirk on her face in a black, hooded catsuit.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me!” He roared.

“Would you clean that up for me? Thanks.” She deflected playfully and took off in the opposite direction, jumping from one rooftop to another.

“Get her.” Jungkook said calmly, still looking at the spot where the woman was previously standing. He’s had enough of this nonsense and he would be getting answers.

The gang moves out immediately, splitting up in search of the murderer. Two of them take the firescape closest to them, while the remaining men circle around the buildings to cut her off eventually. In the meantime, Jungkook calms himself down and examines the body.

“How did she even do this?” He pulled a leather glove from his breast pocket and moved the head of the deceased to the right side, looking him over carefully. He promptly noticed bruising around his neck and blood on the crown of his head.

“She choked you out that fast...without making a sound?” He whispered, completely impressed, but absolutely irritated at the same time. He sighed, at a loss and took it upon himself to actually dispose of the body. He waited in the alley with his arms crossed, thinking of how he wanted to interrogate this possible threat.

His men communicated to him that the woman had seriously injured Jimin and Suga and that Hoseok and Jin would stay with them, but the good news was that they caught her and were on their way back.

“Wonderful.” He sighed sarcastically into his earpiece.

After thirty long minutes, Namjoon and Taehyung re-entered the alley, this time carrying their new victim by her arms, her hands restrained behind her back with the rope originally meant for the traitor. She struggled against their hold as they made their way in until she laid eyes on Jungkook.

She straightened slowly and walked with confidence, studying him thoughtfully as they passed the mafia leader and turned her to face him while forcing her to her knees. She winced slightly as her knee caps came in contact with the hard, wet ground.

The three of them watched carefully as the leader paced back and forth leisurely, his gaze focused on the puddles on the ground with his hand picking at nothing in particular on his lip. His train of thought was disrupted when the voice of the woman echoed through the alley.

“You gonna say something?” She scoffed impatiently. Jungkook turned to her slowly, revealing his dark, disapproving facial expression. He didn’t miss the flash of mischief in her eyes when they finally made eye contact.

“You incopacitated two of my men.” He started, continuing to walk back and forth in front of them with his hands behind his back.

“They were chasing me.” She shrugged.

Jungkook stopped in his tracks at the negligence of her tone. He turned on his heel to face his suspect with a serious face. “Who are you and why do you keep killing my targets?” he demanded, just wanting to get to the point of why they were here. A humored smile broke out across her face.

“Your targets? Someone’s a little full of themselves.” She giggled innocently.

“Tell me and I won’t take a hammer to both your shoulders.” He said smoothly looking deeply into her eyes making sure he got his point across.

Her cocky smirk dissipates but doesn't completely disappear.

“You don’t have a hammer.” she muttered to herself, thinking that the mafia leader couldn’t hear her. He just gave her a pointed look, silently telling her to continue. She licks her lips slowly while holding Jungkook’s stormy gaze.

“I was paid, you asshole.” She muttered.

“By who?”

“No one you and your goons need to worry about.” He sighed and looked up in frustration. “Why?”

The woman shook her head furiously. “Are you daft? It’s my job, obviously.”

Jungkook whipped his head in her direction, his eyes widening slightly and his voice taking on a more agitated tone.

“You disrespect me one more time and I’m gonna slap that smug smirk off your face.” He warned her harshly.

“Promises, promises.” She sang with that self-satisfied grin that he was having mixed feelings about.

With that, Jungkook swifty brought his hand up to backhand the assailant and jumped in her direction, but stopped when his hand was halfway to her face. She didn’t move an inch or even blink. She even narrowed her eyes at him playfully.

He backed away from her, impressed. She may have earned some of Jungkook’s respect that day, but he would never tell a single soul about it. He composed himself, eyeing her carefully. He then enganges her in a more calm conversation.

“Do you know who I am?”

“Yes.”

“Does your employer know who I am?”

“I have multiple. Some do.” She shrugs coolly.

“What do they—”

“Look we know you're in charge of the mafia, or whatever, but we don’t care. The people I’ve killed have wronged more than just you and your circus of idiots here and they deserved to die.” She gestured to the two henchmen holding her in place.

“Besides I did you a favor. Several, actually. I’m a blessing in disguise.” She smiled sweetly.

Jungkook shakes his head in disagreement. “You’re a fucking pain in my ass is what you are.”

“Oh, what a pleasure. And how do you figure that?”

“Some mysterious...aggressor taking out a number of important people on the east side. Wouldn’t that alarm you in my position?” He queried with a raised, pierced brow.

“Mysterious? Mr. Jeon, do you find me attractive?” She leans forward and is yanked back in place by the men flanking her. She held a suddenly sultry and intense light behind her eyes directed at Jungkook.

He couldn’t deny her beauty; anything with a pulse would be attracted to her. Seeing her up close, he noticed her many piercings along her ears, on her septum and her left brow, just like his. He could see tattoos peeking out from her sleeves and neckline of her suit and he wondered just how much of her body was covered by tattoos.

He was trying not to let that get in the way of this interrogation and failing miserably with his mind wandering in dangerous directions. It didn’t help that he couldn’t look her in the eye for too long, her gaze was so captivating and somehow held so many emotions that they caused him to lose focus.

He regarded her thoughtfully for a moment before asking, “What is your name?”

“Deathstalker.” Wow, Jungkook thought to himself.

“You wanna tell me your real name?” He offered, nodding at her.

“That’s the only name you're gonna get. And just a heads up, I’m not gonna talk if you torture me.” She says confidently with hooded lids. Is she bored?, the mob boss thought. He began to pace for a few moments, the only sound in the alley coming from his designer shoes squelching against the damp concrete.

“No...no, we’re not gonna hurt you.” Jungkook decided. The two henchmen that were restraining the woman, looked up in shock. Jungkook has injured or killed people for far less than what she’s done in the past hour.

She tilts her head uncomfortably in the hold of the gang members, to get a good look at the mafia leader’s face. She gasps and beams as if she’s had an epiphany.

“You like me.” She settled.

He whips around to face her. “What are you on about?”

“I thought I was gonna have to seduce you to get you off my back, but it seems you already have a soft spot for me.” She deduced with an appeased grin on her face.

Jungkook’s breathing deepened. He thought quickly of what he could do to draw the attention away from the truth of her statement. He didn’t know what it was about her, but she was different from any of the other suspicious characters he’s interrogated. And for some reason he didn’t want to hurt her, but he couldn’t be seen as weak in front of his inferiors.

In a flash, he was directly in front of her, teeth clenched and gripping her face tightly in his strong hand. His fingers pressed roughly into her jaw, her cheeks were forced to scrunch up, obscuring her vision and her mouth was bound to a permanent, painful pout.

“Stop spewing nonsense, I wouldn’t sleep with you if you were the last woman on earth. You’re too dirty.” He lied gratingly. “I don’t have soft spots for anyone and you would do well to learn that. Come into my sight again and you’ll see what kind of damage I can really do.” He seethed.

“Hot.” Deathstalker replied through forcibly clenched teeth. Jungkook sighed before flimsily releasing her chin, flinging it to the right causing her to wince. Jungkook inwardly did the same at the sight.

“Let her go.” The henchmen do as they are told. “Get out of my sight.” She got up off her knees awkwardly with her bound wrists.

“I’m sure you know how to get rid of that yourself.” Jungkook nodded at the rope around her wrists. She nodded back casually and walked passed Jungkook, brushing up against him as she did so.

“Catch you on the flip side.” She whispered to him before she took off in a run into the night.

Three weeks had passed without a surprise appearance from “Deathstalker” and Jungkook was beginning to think she had actually heeded his warning in the alley. He should be pleased with this fact, but that couldn’t be further from the truth.

Not only was the thought of her ingrained in his mind, but he was slowly convincing himself that maybe he did appreciate her services even if he wasn’t the one paying for them. His men seem to have gotten lazier with the physical side of organized crime since Jungkook’s encounter with Deathstalker.

Or perhaps with no one to properly clean up the mess left after a hit, he’s noticing just how sloppy they’ve been. Either way, people are talking and names are traveling through the air like pollution; they can’t go on like this.

He and his men have been actively searching for the assassin and any information they could find on her. The leader didn’t disclose his true motives to his foot soldiers for fear of looking weak, but he couldn’t have the feds knocking down the doors of his companies and he was desperate. They succeeded in finding her real name, her past hits and the names of some of her employers, but nothing on where she was hiding or how to contact her.

Jungkook curses himself for not realizing Deathstalker’s worth sooner and tries to calm his rampant mind by chugging his flute of champagne. He looks around, disinterested at the ostentatious group of people at the pompous event he was advised to attend.

As the head of the leading construction company on the east side and since no one suspected his night job, he showed his face in these environments from time to time. This one happens to be an art auction and Jungkook was regretting it by the minute.

He quickly snagged one more flute of champagne before taking his seat in the front row for the auction. Half-way through the auction he considers leaving, he hasn’t raised his number card once as none of the pieces appealed to him. His head began to lull back out of pure boredom before he heard an all-too familiar voice above the noise.

“Two million dollars!” The voice was forthright and attractive, causing every head to turn in it’s direction.

Jungkook didn’t have to look far as the owner of the voice was sitting in the front row as well, roughly twelve seats away. His eyes widened at his suspicions being proven correct. He stares at her for a few moments, taking in her full appearance since meeting her for the first time in the alley.

She traded in the black cat suit for a peach colored cocktail dress that hung off of one shoulder and blinding white pumps. She covered up her tattoos with makeup to Jungkook’s dismay, but still showed off her many piercings and her long wavy hair was pulled back into a sleek ponytail. That’s a good look, thought Jungkook who spared her one last glance before settling into his seat and devising a plan for how the rest of the night will go.

The auction finally came to an end and the elites took to day drinking and networking once more. Jungkook blended in with the crowd, but kept a close eye on Deathstalker, waiting to find her away from her companions. He spotted her amongst strangers, nursing a glass of champagne and intently watching the middle aged crooner sing along with the orchestra.

When Marimba Rhythms start to play

Dance with me

Make me sway

Then he pounced.

He positioned himself behind her and leaned in to speak softly into her ear. “What are you doing here?”

She didn’t flinch or even react to his words, as if she knew he was there, and just continued to enjoy the music. She never failed to impress him.

“Well, killing all your targets actually counts for something. I’m spending my hard earned money on some fine art.” She smiled after a moment. Jungkook came to stand next to her instead. He took a swig from his drink, the two of them still not making eye contact. “You know it’s not polite to brag.”

She finally turns to him to show off her expensive outfit. “Does this dress scream humble to you?”

“No, but it does scream desperate.” He took her in, using it as an excuse to check her out. That cat suit didn’t do her legs justice in his opinion, but this ensemble has his approval.

“For what?” She demanded, cocking her head to the side.

“You tell me—”

“You’re full of shit, Jeon.” The assassin sneered and quickly turned to walk away. Jungkook catches her by the bicep at the last second, attempting to make it look playful and desperately trying to avoid any unwanted attention.

“Wait.” He smoothly but firmly pulled her back to him, guiding her left hand to his shoulder and holding onto her right one before leading her in a slow dance towards the dance floor. He told himself he needed a more discreet position to confide his intentions in her ear again.

Like a lazy ocean hugs the shore

Hold me close

Sway me more

“I have a proposition for you.”

She glances up at him, sporting narrowed and curious eyes. “Oh? This should be good. Last time you saw me, you threatened to hammer my limbs in.” She swiftly stomped on his foot, with a tight-lipped, spiteful smile.

He groaned and gathered himself with closed eyes before getting down to business. “Drop the attitude Y/L/N.” Jungkook grumbled, causing the assassin to freeze, but he made sure to keep them moving. She switches from her normal playful demeanor to a more formidable version of herself and he is almost alarmed by the switch. She leans closer to him to reach his ear and drops her voice to a grave whisper.

“How did you know my last—”

Jungkook doesn’t back down from her close, menacing form and goes as far as to tease her with a satisfied smirk. “Hate to break it to you, but you’re not the only computer genius in this room okay?”

She only glares off into the distance, clenching her jaw.

“What?” Jungkook revels in the feeling of having the upper hand on her. “My men may not be able to catch you in action, but they do know their way around a file cabinet.” He shares proudly, biting his lip with joy.

Realizing the leverage he had over her, Y/N made the decision to hear him out. “What the fuck do you want?” She spat before Jungkook spun her and dipped her quickly. And though she was angry, she moved with grace and he couldn’t help, but admire her beauty.

Like a flower bending in the breeze

Bend with me, sway with ease

“You.” He smirks, already missing her playful personality and hoping to bring it back out. He smiles wider when he succeeds.

She finally cracks a smile and throws her head back, unable to stop herself from laughing. “That’s funny, I thought you wouldn’t fuck me if I were the last woman on earth.” She threw his line back at him effortlessly.

The mob boss hesitates for a split second. “Okay, your memory is impeccable, I get it, but I’m talking about your services.”

Y/N blinks in bewilderment before forming the words she never thought she would. “You want me to work for you?” He nods evenly.

“I’ve already killed five targets for you, Jeon. What more could you want?” She sputtered, not being able to fathom the request. Jungkook only releases her hand, keeping the other wrapped around her waist and nods to the empty balcony of the ballroom before leading her through it’s floor length glass doors.

“Trust me, I’m well aware. It was insanely fucking annoying,” He said earnestly, making the assassin giggle. His heart seemed to lurch at the sound, but he ignored the pleasant pang in his chest to continue his proposal. “Until I noticed how well you clean up after yourself. Leaving almost no trace of your involvement at the crime scene.”

He released Y/N’s waist carefully close to the door of the balcony, peering into the room to see who might be looking at them. They seemed to have a bit of privacy as of right now.

Y/N tilted her head and raised her eyebrows sincerely. “Are you really shocked that the neanderthals you hired aren’t too keen on cleaning up after themselves?”

“I’m trying to compliment you.” He sighed looking up.

“You’re doing a pretty shit job.” She mumbled. He ignores her complaints and carries on. He tucks his hands into his pants pockets and walks towards her.

“My men haven’t been as stealthy as possible as of late and there’s talk that we may have caught the attention of the authorities.”

“Again, are you surprised?” She overannunicated sassily with her arms crossed.

He marched up to her, towering over her small frame intimidatingly. “Don’t push it, Deathstalker.” He sneered at her. Her snark was beginning to piss him off. Why was he always so hot and cold with her?

“Or what?” She said seductively, suddenly snaking her arm around his torso and pressing herself against him. She gazed up at him, with flirtatious eyes

Jungkook bit the inside of his cheek, gazing back down at the woman coolly. He considers feeding into her words and actions for a second, but figures it’s probably just one of her games so he tosses the idea. “I’m trying to make you an offer here.” He insisted. The mercenary sucks her teeth, lets go and turns to walk away. “Ugh you’re no fun...You couldn’t handle me anyway.”

The one time he tried to be professional. He pulls her back by the arm, forcefully pressing her into the stone wall next to the door of the balcony. He presses himself against her firmly while gripping her small waist with one hand and her chin with the other.

"Fine,” He challenged. “Is this what you want? You want me to fuck you right here, up against this wall, like a little slut?" He spoke in a low voice so as not to concern the guests inside and the rumble of Jungkook’s voice in his chest made Y/N’s body start to heat up.

His offer brings a genuine, delighted smile to her face. She tosses the idea around in her head while making heated eye contact with Jungkook. But that would never work, she thought bitterly. Her date would come looking for her soon. Not a good look when you're trying to bag a guy and rob him for his millions. So she decided to tease him instead, It was the perfect opportunity with him being all riled up like this.

"I knew you liked me…” She let her sultry yet snide words linger, toying with the fabric of his collar. “But that would be unprofessional, Mr. Jeon...seeing as you are now my boss." she uttered softly, still keeping her seductive gaze. Jungkook briefly wonders if she could feel his dick twitch when she said his name like that before refocusing on the situation.

When we dance you have a way with me

Stay with me, sway with me

He took the sudden change of pace and her choice of words as her officially accepting his offer and released his hold on her with a grimace. She walks by him, smoothing down her dress with an unfazed expression and heads to the railing to take in the view, as if she wasn’t just assaulted by one of the most important men in the country.

“So you’ll do it?”

She kept her back to him, letting her heavy voice travel over her shoulder casually. “How much will you give me?”

He joins her side, resting his hands on the railing. “Eight hundred, thousand.”

She whips her head in his direction, an obviously offended expression on her face. “Do I look like one of your minions?” Y/N inquired.

“It would be your first job with me, you gotta start somewhere.” He made a gesture with his hand, trying to reason with her.

“I started years ago and I’m good at my job. The best actually…I want a million.” She decided with a hand on her waist.

Jungkook blinked repeatedly, taken aback. “You want me to give you a million dollars?”

“Yes, or no deal.” She answered quickly before he could even finish the question. The mafioso took a step back and laughed silently in disbelief.

“You’re infuriating, you know tha—”

“And you make me wanna vomit.”

“You’re projecting.”

“Oh, suck a dick Jeon!” She began marching towards the glass doors into the ballroom before Jungkook caught her by the arm and brought her back to him swiftly.

“Fine, it’s yours.” He muttered, glaring down at her with frustrated eyes.

The woman simply winked playfully at him and caressed his face. “I knew you’d come around.” She beamed looking satisfied and walked away only to be yanked back to Jungkook’s chest yet again. This time she grumbled in slight annoyance. He made a note to let up on the pulling.

“If you cross me, we will kill you.” He said seriously. She only smiled as if he’d made a joke.

“Unless I beat you to that too.” His face turned angry and he opened his mouth to speak when they heard the glass door open and a voice call toY/N.

“Oh, Ruby, there you are. Is this guy bothering you?” An older gentleman in a suit and a gold chain spoke in a scraggly voice. Jungkook recognized him as Walter Schillings, a white collar criminal who has been giving Jungkook’s men a hard time and definitely landed himself on their hitist.

Thankfully, the scum has never actually seen the mafia leader before so they were able to avoid a tricky situation at this crowded event. Though Jungkook had men scattered throughout the building in case anything went down, he never travelled alone. But, wait. Why was he referring to Y/N as Ruby?

The mafia leader had no time to figure it out because he had to explain why he was gripping this innocent looking woman the way he was. He lets go immediately and addresses the man. “We were just having a convers—”

“No,” Y/N sighs and saunters over to Walter, grabbing his huge hand and having it encompass her small one.

What the fuck is this? Jungkook thought, his heart suddenly racing. He tried to hide his emotions behind a cold demeanor.

“Just some loser trying to get my attention.” She glanced back at Jungkook arrogantly, allowing Walter to slide an arm around her waist and kiss the side of her forehead as they re-entered the ballroom.

Jungkook ground his teeth together at the sight and nearly sprinted to Walter to tear his arm off when he saw his hand reach down and grip Y/N’s ass. It bothered him even more that she hadn’t reacted whatsoever.

He turned away and braced himself on the railing again, attempting to calm himself. “I hope she slits your goddamn throat, motherfucker.” He grumbled to himself, seething with anger.

Jungkook spent the next fifteen minutes pouting on the balcony, gripping the railing in anger with a bothersome boner while the rich and famous boozed it up inside. Surprisingly no one had come out to bother him, giving him enough to time think about what he just saw.

He didn’t know why the sight of Y/N with Walter infuriated him so, but he knew he never wanted to see it again. He wondered how she could flirt with him so heavily and then disregard him completely at the drop of a hat. He just wanted to make her eat her petty words, drive her as crazy as she seemed to be driving him.

It didn’t help that he had been having fantasies of her for the past few weeks in that catsuit just letting him have his way with her. And here she comes, looking like sex on legs and clouding his judgement after disappearing for three weeks. Just who does she think she is? Jungkook sighed frustratedly at the pitiful turn his night had taken.

He wished he had a distraction from his thoughts. He wished he could leave this vexatious place, but something was keeping him here and he had a feeling that, that something was a menace in a dress and liked to play mind games.

Okay, so, the boner that won’t seem to go away may also be responsible for keeping him isolated on this balcony, but he had every intention of taking care of it. He just had to convince Y/N.

He quickly tucked his boner into his waistband and walked back into the ballroom like he never left, eyes peeled for Y/N’s small form among the guests. He sees her enter the restroom from afar and doesn’t think before pursuing her.

On any other day Jungkook wouldn’t dream of executing what was going on in his head, but Y/N was admittedly the most breathtaking thing he’d ever seen and she caused him to think purely with his dick after their interaction today.

He doesn’t know how he managed to skip into the women’s restroom without setting off any of the guests, but he considers it a victory when he’s in and locks the door without thinking about it. He turned to find Y/N touching up her make-up at the large mirror above the sinks.

They make eye contact through the mirror, but they have yet to exchange words. Y/N narrows her eyes questioningly while Jungkook considers the silence and stillness in the room. So far so good.

Jungkook’s shoes clicked on the tile floor as he took a few steps away from the door. “Where did your date go?” He questioned casually.

Y/N finally pauses touching up her face. “He also went to the bathroom, what are you doing in here?” She answers speedily, watching him intently through the mirror. “We made our deal.”

“I came to see you…” The woman hums in understanding and starts on her lipstick again, seemingly uninterested. “You getting all dolled up for him?” Jungkook finishes.

“Essentially yes.” There is a pause before Jungkook just comes out with it.

“So you gonna sleep with him tonight?”

Deathstalker scoffed. “Of course not. I’m an assassin not a hooker.”

Jungkook muffles a laugh at the inside joke amongst him and his men when his new ally finally starts to show some interest. “Why do you care anyway?”

He walks up to her boldly, gripping her waist and pressing against her from behind causing her to put the make-up down and zero in on his face. She continued to watch his eyes when he leaned down to whisper in her ear.

“I just wonder what he would say if I messed up this pretty little face.” He brings his hand up to gently grip her chin, unlike how he did earlier. She smiles slightly, making no attempt to free herself from his grasp. If anything she leans more into his touch.

“Mr. Jeon.” She drawled. “Are you still threatening me?” She bats her eyelashes coyly, knowing exactly what was going on. Jungkook has no idea why that innocent look and the words ‘Mr. Jeon’ falling from her mouth made him hard, but he continually needed more of it. He shuddered lightly at the name and her sweet, sweet voice, barely managing to keep his cool.

“Not in the painful way...unless you like that.” He rasped, brushing her lip with his thumb tenderly. She held back a moan and Jungkook took that as an invitation to take it a step further.

“Do you want me?” He breathed deeply in her ear, sending chills down her spine.

She licked her lips and smiled her signature seductive smile. Jungkook was no match for both her smile and her beautiful doe-eyes. “Oh, Mr. Jeon, you know my pride won’t let me answer that.”

“Cut the games Y/L/N. I’ve had enough of your shit today. Do you want me?” He repeats. He fully pressed his body into hers allowing her to feel the need that he had been accumulating out on the balcony, his breathing getting heavier. She returned the gesture, pushing back against him discreetly.

“I thought we agreed that you would just be my boss.” She said with wide, naive eyes, though Jungkook knew better.

“Well, then, as your boss I hope you would do as I ask and let me fuck you on this sink.” He let his fingers travel from her chin to her throat and let them wrap around her neck ever so gently, giving her just a taste of what was to come. He felt her swallow thickly and watched the innocent look in her eyes turn to primal lust. “So? You wanna see if I can handle you or not?” He whispered, touching his lips to her ear.

She shivered at the touch and quickly turned around to face him. Jungkook leaned in and they were nose to nose. She wrapped her arms around his neck, but their lips barely brushed when she backed away suddenly. He looked into her stern eyes confusedly. “This means nothing.” She said, making sure they were both on the same page. “I’m aware.” he responded before they both pounced at each other, teeth clacking and tongues swirling.

Y/N moaned in delight when Jungkook gripped the back of her thighs and sat her on the granite sink counter with a quickness. He forced her skirt up to her hips roughly so he could properly grind his crotch against her and she seemed to enjoy the rough handling. He made a note of that.

His hands were everywhere on her, massaging her breasts, squeezing her hips and ass, eager to finally be living his most recent fantasies. Y/N revelled in the attention with a smile on her face, hands playing freely in his silky hair whilst he kissed along her neck.

He quickly reached down between Y/N’s legs to find that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. He leans back and their heated gazes meet. “You dirty little slut.” He noted, gruffly. “You like it.” She confidently reassured him. “You’re damn right, I like it.” He mumbled as he attached his lips firmly to hers and applied pressure, rubbing her swollen clit with his fingers. “...Mmm, God, you’re so wet.”

The assassin’s body jerked several times and she moaned into his mouth, grinding further into his touch. She separated from him when she couldn’t take anymore and stared deeply into his eyes. “Please,” she pauses to catch her breath. “Please fuck me, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook unzipped his pants before she could even finish her sentence, preparing a condom that he is thanking God he brought with him today. “I like when you say my name like that.” He whispered against her ear.

“I know, your dick told me. Now, hurry before someone breaks the door down.” Jungkook then slides into her easily. Y/N sighs in ecstasy while Jungkook is stunned into silence at the way she gripped his dick. He starts to move almost immediately, holding her in place as he snaps his hips into her, their lips sloppily tangled all the while. The sound of their moans began to bounce off of the tile walls of the bathroom, both of them throwing any cares they had for being discreet out the window.

Jungkook grunted with excitement and pleasure at the sight in front of him. He was watching her moaning form closely, memorizing every detail of her incase he never got this chance again.

“Fuck yes. Your dick feels so fucking good inside me.” She panted, focused on his wide, intense eyes. “Just keep fucking me like that, Mr. Jeon.” He released a satisfied growl at the name.

Even though he had only met her weeks ago, Jungkook never would have guessed that Y/N would be the type to beg for anything. But here she was under him, at his mercy just like in his dreams, begging for him. It occurred to him that the Deathstalker he met would never admit to or do any of this, but Y/N seemed to be living for it. The idea excited him so much that he didn’t know up from down and didn’t bother to control any nonsense that spewed from his mouth in response to her.

“You look like a dirty little slut under me right now. Letting me fuck you in the bathroom while your date’s probably outside waiting or you.” He whispered harshly in her ear, never letting up as he continues to thrust in and out of her swiftly.

Y/N threw her head back and moaned, feeling nothing but turned on by his comments. “Oh, fuck yes..” She murmured, letting herself be carried away with pleasure.

“Not wearing any panties for him, letting him touch all over you, ugh...but I’m the one who gets to have this sweet pussy by the end of the night.” He breathed heavily, not taking his eyes off of Y/N’s face that was contorted in pure bliss. “Flirting with both of us all night long, making us want you. You’re such a bad girl.”

“I am, I’m a bad girl.” She whimpered hurriedly. “I need to be punished, Mr. Jeon.” She finished, her words not completely registering in her drunken state, but they resonated with Jungkook all too well. He forced himself to slow his thrusts considerably and focus on his breathing much to Y/N’s dismay.

She leans back into him and rests her forehead on his, running her fingers through his hair and grinding on him desperately. “No, no, no, no, no, no. Why did you stop?” Her low, lusty voice implored.

Jungkook chuckles lightly. “You’re gonna make me cum sweetheart.” She pulled his hips into her helping him find a new rhythm. “Then by all means, do, Mr. Jeon. I want you to cum inside me.” She purred before kissing him softly.

That set something off in him causing him to pound into her once more. Y/N was thrown back by the force, unable to hold her upper body up any longer. She rested her elbows on the counter and tilted her head all the way back while Jungkook thrusted away into her.

He saw her face in the mirror and appreciated that he got the watch the pleasure they were experiencing together until he noticed her eyes were closed.

He realised he didn’t wanna cum this way. He pulled out of her, ignoring her cries of disapproval, turned her around and roughly bent her over the counter.

“Oh, baby, you gotta see this.” He rasped before sliding into her again and instantly started fucking into her wildly. Y/N yelped before biting her knuckle in order to keep quiet. “Oh my god, yes, fuck me!”

Jungkook grabbed her ponytail and dragged her up off the counter and into his chest so that he could whisper in her ear. She winced, but let him wrap her hair around his fist and pull harder, the back of her head totally resting on his shoulder.

She could see him behind her, relentlessly hammering into her greedy body in all his glory. Maybe she misjudged him. The sight turned her on even more, sending another rush of wetness between her thighs.

“You’d better keep it down princess. Wouldn’t want your date to think his girl was in here getting railed like a slut. Oh, wait.” Y/N wanted to laugh, but Jungkook released her hip to wrap his large hand around the base of her neck and firmly squeezed.

Her eyes immediately rolled back at the gesture, but she made sure to refocus on the mirror as Jungkook was watching closely. The pressure was building in her core more and more. She was gonna fall over the edge any second now, she was so close.

“Oh m-ffffuck, yes! You’re gonna make me cum, Mr. Jeon.” She whined through clenched teeth, looking into his piercing eyes through the mirror.

“Then fucking cum for me.” His deep voice grated in her ear.

“Harder! Choke me harder!” Y/N pleaded as her orgasm crashed right into her. He squeezed tighter at just the right time and with just the right pressure that had Y/N seeing stars and prolonging her high. Jungkook held off his own orgasm, trying not to think about her velvety walls pulsating around him, so that he could watch Y/N fully enjoy hers. And boy was it something to watch.

Her jaw dropped and stilled as her eyes rolled into her head, but it was the most beautiful thing Jungkook had ever seen. Her body was frozen in a perfect arch as he thrusted away into her and her hand firmly cradled his head so that their cheeks were pressed together. He would hold out for as long as he could as she rode her high completely if only to watch her like this for a little longer.

Eventually she tapped Jungkook's hand causing him to let go of her neck and she collapsed onto the counter breathlessly. “Holy fuck.” She gasped as she braced herself on the granite surface.

She coughed a bit and caught her breath and then looked up at Jungkook with fucked out, voracious eyes. He never took his eyes off of her and never stopped pumping his dick into her delicious cunt.

“You gonna cum for your little cock slut, Mr. Jeon?” Y/N croaked, throat sore from being choked. But every word sounded like music to Jungkook’s ears. That look on her face made him wanna blow his load on the spot. “Yeah, baby.” Is all he can offer as his hips break their rhythm without his permission.

“Please, cum inside me.” She moaned out as Jungkook emptied himself into the condom, hips sputtering near the end until they stopped with his dick still deep inside of her. He was in his own head, lost in a post-coital stupor, thinking about how that may have been the best orgasm he’s ever had when Y/N spoke up.

“You can get out of me now.” She said flatly, thrusting Jungkook back into the real world. He murmured an apology and withdrew himself from her, watching her walk casually into one of the stalls without a word or a look in his direction.

He just stood there with his cock out wondering what the hell just happened. He thought they made a connection. He agreed that it wouldn’t mean anything, but was she really that cold hearted to just ignore him after a passionate experience like that? Well, she is a mercenary, his conscience defended, they’re not meant to be caring.

As he heard the stall start to open up he quickly turned around, discarded the condom and tucked himself back into his pants. He then watched as she came back out looking more put together than before.

She washed her hands and began to touch up her appearance again. This time she actually needed it. The foundation on her neck was rubbed off by his fingers, revealing the tattoos that Jungkook missed, her lipstick was smeared and her high ponytail drooped due to the pulling. Awkward silence took over the spacious restroom. Is she really not going to say anything?

He decided to just come out with it. “What was that?”

“What are you talking about?” She requested, haphazardly while fixing her hair in the mirror.

“Well, you were just all over me and now you’re acting like I don’t exist.” He said plainly.

“It’s called sex, you don’t fuck like a virgin so I assume you know what I’m talking about. Besides, I’m not acting like anything.” Jungkook had a hard time believing that. He knew what deflecting looked like, had seen it in many interrogations.

“Then why won't you look at me?” He challenged.

Her eyes widened in annoyance as she reached around to place another bobby pin in her hair. “I’m kinda busy here, Jeon.”

He couldn’t help, but feel bothered that she dropped the sassy formality of calling him Mr., an indication that she was enjoying his company. “Look, will you just talk to me for a sec—”

She suddenly stops what she’s doing. Her breathing is long and deep before she calms down and begins speaking smoothly with her eyes closed. “Look, Jeon. We don’t know each other and I don't know what you think you know about me or what you made up in your head, but you might as well forget all of that ‘cause it’s not real.” She sighed, continuing to recover her foundation.

“That wasn’t real?” He finally commanded. He hated to admit it, but he was slightly bothered when she didn’t even offer him a glance. “That?” She responded, only interested in her reflection.

“That,” He clarified, gesturing to the counter sternly. “What we just did, what we...said.” He gulped nervously. This wasn’t like him, he didn’t get nervous or have passionate sex with strangers and let it effect him. This is only his second time meeting this woman and he let her get in his head. He’s been asking himself the same question since meeting her in the alley: what makes her so different?

She put down her foundation and just stared at it blankly. “And what part of what we said are you confused about, pray tell.”

“Um, ‘I need to be punished, Mr. Jeon.’” He quoted promptly.

Honestly the only thing he was confused about was why she was suddenly being so cold to him. All of the words they shared were noteworthy and he wanted her to acknowledge that. The whole experience still shocked Jungkook and he never dreamed it would actually happen. He just brought up a snippet that he thought might get her attention and maybe evoke some emotion finally. He chose wisely.

Her head whipped in his direction. “And you liked it, didn’t you?” She sneered. “Or perhaps we could talk about how you like to call women, sluts, hm?”

“I thought you liked it,” He tried to get in, but she wasn’t having it.

Jungkook thought her angry face looked nothing like it did five minutes ago or even out on the balcony. She suddenly let out a bitter laugh and Jungkook realized that this woman probably wears many faces. Perhaps to defend herself. Perhaps to survive. Maybe he misjudged her.

“You know, I didn’t take you for a person who throws things that people say during sex back in their face.” She accused, sporting a dark smile.

“Well, I’m sorry, but I didn’t take you for a...a—”

“A submissive?” She shot, putting an end to his stuttering. He deflated, all signs of anger or disapproval gone from his stance. “Yes.” He copped out, not knowing what else to say. “I just wasn’t expecting that.”

Y/N visibly calmed down as well, turning back to the mirror and continuing her work. “Are you surprised?” She muttered, raising her eyebrows.

Jungkook thought for a second before responding, evenly: “No.” Thinking about how much Y/N might have gone through to be so successful as a trained killer, she must have had to be the strongest and smartest person in the room on any given day. There had to be a time where she wanted to take a break, not be the person in charge for once. Jungkook could relate.

His response made her pause, but she only cleared her throat and continued applying foundation in silence. I can’t leave things like this, Jungkook decided. He just got an actual glimpse into her personality and not the same act she puts on for the rest of the world. He found out that they might even have some things in common. He didn’t want her to shut him out now. It may have been a moment of weakness for both of them, but he wanted to continue this.

“I could, you know, help...punish you, i-if you want.” He spluttered with his hands in his pockets, trying to make himself look as confident as possible since his voice had already betrayed him.

Y/N stills and turns to him with a confounded expression, but didn’t say anything.

“I mean, unless you already have a…” Jungkook left out the last word for her to hopefully pick up on, suddenly shy about the world of BDSM.

“No, I don’t.” She rushed out, looking down at the counter and creating an awkward silence between them. “I’ll think about it.” She added genuinely. She looked at him over her shoulder and offered a gentle nod, her expression completely blank.

Jungkook nods back in acknowledgement. “Okay, then.”

“Now get out of here, I’m sure there are ladies that need this restroom.” She pulled on her signature playful smirk, nearly giving Jungkook whiplash. Many faces indeed.

“Yeah, okay.” He gathered himself and walked towards the door, but turned back when he realized something. “Wait, how do I contact you for the job?”

“I’ll call you, now go.” She said packing up her stuff.

Jungkook nodded, unlocked the door and quickly darted out of the bathroom. As he sped by he saw Walter down the hall posted in front of the men’s room patiently waiting for his date. Thankfully his head was turned when Jungkook made his way out of there and to the exit. He smirked wickedly, knowing he got away with his ridiculous plan. “Dumbass.”

Two weeks had gone by since the bathroom incident and Jungkook worked tirelessly to distract himself from thoughts of the beautiful assassin to no avail. He realized there was no escaping her. He thought their rendezvous at the auction would help get her out of his system, but it only fueled his addiction for her and now he was trapped in a vicious cycle that he didn’t know if he wanted out of.

They kept in contact and Deathstalker killed the enemies on Jungkook’s hit list, but this time she was being paid by the mafioso himself unbeknownst to his men. They found themselves in situations much like the first time they ran into Deathstalker more often than not. Only now she had to be more creative as Jungkook’s foot soldiers still thought she was a possible threat.

As Jungkook sat across from Collin Boardly, a corrupt CEO/gang leader, he wondered if this would be one of those situations. Boardly is a fellow criminal that Jungkook was on good terms with until he heard that Boardly’s men have been attacking and blackmailing store owners in his territory. Jungkook insisted that he pay those victims back and restore all damages. He even invited Mr. Boardly to a very private game of poker so that they could properly discuss matters.

They sat in the dimly lit restaurant owned by one of Jungkook’s close friends with their respective security surrounding them. Boardly felt obligated to bring his men as he offended Jungkook and now he was on his turf. Jungkook’s men insisted on backing him up, but he had a strong feeling that none of that would be necessary.

They had already made small talk while getting the game started and Jungkook got straight to business.

“So, I hear you’ve been terrorizing my streets. What’s the story there?” Jungkook inquired calmly. Boardly huffed a nervous laugh at the mention of what his men did. “Personally I think terrorizing might be too strong a word.”

Jungkook’s brows raised and his expression turned serious. “Well, what would you call threatening multiple lives at gunpoint, roughin’ ‘em up and demanding cuts of their earnings then? Business?” He denounced.

“As usual.” Boardly finished the adage with a large smile. Jungkook only looked at him with the same no nonsense expression and Boardly seemed to regret making the remark.

“Just a joke, Jungkook.” He muttered. “I am sorry that I allowed my guys to do that.” He doubled down. “We simply didn’t know how far your territory reached. We meant no disrespect.”

“I appreciate that.” Jungkook replied, anger stirring inside him as he fought not to rip this man’s head from his shoulders.They continued to play in near silence until Jungkook finally pressed him for answers.

“So how do you intend to fix what your guys broke?”

Boardly looked up with a lost expression on his face. “Excuse me?” He grumbled.

“There was damage done to these stores, yes?” Jungkook assessed slowly. “And you’ve already collected cuts from some of the owners…” He can see Boardly’s eyes widen slightly in recognition.

“Oh, you didn’t know I knew that.” The mob boss gathered. “Anyway, I assume you’re ready to pay for that. I was thinking fifty, thousand dollars would cover it.” He suggested calmly.

Boardly tried to give an excuse, stuttering. “I’m-I don't think you understand—”

“I understood you can afford it, judging by those chips.” Jungkook chided, gesturing to the large bet Boardly made in the center of the poker table. Boardly sighed at a loss.

“Kook, listen.” The CEO leaned forward, trying to reason with his opponent. “We’re friends. It was an accident, can’t we just forget this happened?”

“No.” Jungkook responded instantly, his arms crossed. “We were...associates, but now you’re just someone who fucked with my community. So are you gonna pay it back or not?” He seethed furiously.

Boardly swallowed and stared at Jungkook for a few moments, wondering how else to bargain with him. He had too much pride to go through with this deal, especially in front of his inferiors.

“No.” He finally answered.

Jungkook sighed disappointedly. The air in the room turned ominous and it was felt by all. Normally, Jungkook would be killing Boardly by now and he could feel all of his men tense behind him, ready to kill if need be, but he was doing things differently today. He just nodded understandingly, before gesturing with his left hand to get Taehyung’s attention.

“Taehyung. Will you get me a glass of water from the kitchen please?” He asked politely without looking at him. He hears his right hand man head to the kitchen and he turns back to the piece of shit in front of him.

“Why, Collin? Is there something wrong with doing right by those you fucked over?” Jungkook questioned, heatedly.

“No, Kook—”

“Don’t call me that.”

Boardly scoffed and continued. “I just don’t think we did anything wrong. We overstepped, we apologized, I think that should be enough.”

“Well, I don’t. So where does that leave us?”

“I’m not paying for shit.” The CEO shrugged. That really pissed Jungkook off.

“Go to hell, Boardly.” He growled. I’m really gonna enjoy watching you bite it, Jungkook thought sinisterly.

Taehyung placed the glass of water in front of his boss and made the decision to continue to stand at his side, ready if anything were to happen.

“Fine.” Boardly responded bitterly. “So are we done here? Or are you gonna give me a hard time?” He asked, nodding at Taehyung for emphasis. Jungkook shook his head nonchalantly. “No, no. We’re done.” with a haunting smirk on his face. The look put Boardly slightly on edge, but he ignored it and stood up to corral his men.

Jungkook watched him make his way to the door wondering what the fuck was taking so long? He already gave the signal. He started to reach for his own gun to do it himself when he noticed Boardly stop in his tracks and could hear him choking.

Even Jungkook and his men wore looks of concern. The mafia leader got up to get a better view from where he stood and the others craned their necks behind him still ready to shoot first and ask questions later.

Boardly’s men tried to help him as he clutched his throat, but it was no use as he convulsed and fell to the floor before ceasing to move altogether. They looked at each other for answers before turning to Jungkook.

One of the guys who was wearing a blue suit, which Jungkook assumed to be Boardly’s right hand, pulled out a gun and walked towards him. Taehyung and Jungkook pulled theirs as well, causing everyone with a gun to point them at either side.

“You do this?!” Boardly’s guy raged. “How?” Jungkook argued. “How would I do that to him? He probably had a heart attack or forgot to breathe or some shit.” He surmised, trying to place the blame elsewhere.

“Bullshit! What did you do?” He demanded.

“Look, I’m sorry for your loss or whatever, but we had nothing to do with this. Now you all gotta do something with him.” He pointed his gun at the dead body briefly. Blue suit breathes heavily with a stumped expression, not wanting to let it go. No one in the room showing any signs of letting up either.

“How about we all put the guns down and you guys can take him home-or wherever. Yeah? Does that work?” Jungkook prompted gently. After a beat, blue suit nodded, looked back at the rest of Boardly’s men and nodded. Jungkook did the same and slowly, but surely the guns came down and were put away.

Jungkook and his men watched as they dragged the body out of the restaurant and sped away from the large storefront windows. They’re finally able to breathe without stress. “What the fuck was that?” Namjoon blurted causing the rest of them to chuckle.

“I don’t know, but I’m getting the fuck outta here before they come back. See you guys back at base.” They laughed and said their goodbyes. Jungkook walked in the light rain to the next block over and found his town car ready and waiting for him.

He opened the passenger door, addressed his driver, then retrieved a large black duffle bag before opening the backdoor. There he found Deathstalker sitting cross legged in a black trench coat at the other window seat. He smiled fondly at her. She looked beautiful as always gazing out the window at the rain before she noticed him there. When she turned to face him he replaced the fond smile with a composed smirk.

“Took you long enough.” She opined quietly once he sat down and closed the door. “We got held up, literally. I think this belongs to you.” He passed the duffle bag off to her. She received her present graciously, beaming down at the contents happily once she opened it.

“Thank you Mr. Jeon.” Y/N crooned playfully, sporting that signature smirk that never failed to affect Jungkook. “No, thank you.” He responded after clearing his throat. “So you poisoned him?”

She simply replied, “Yup.” while inspecting the cash that filled the duffle bag in her lap.

“But he randomly started choking and shaking. And you say you controlled it with the push of a button?” He wondered with furrowed brows and pouted lips.

“Well, poison, a small nanobot that I planted in his food to attack his lungs and cause internal bleeding, it’s all the same, you know.” She spoke aimlessly, moving on from the money to buff and inspect her manicure.

“Wow.” Jungkook whispered, genuinely infatuated with the thought of that kind of technology and how he could get his hands on it. While he was lost in thought he didn’t notice Y/N scooching closer to him until they were side by side. He turned to find their noses were nearly touching and his heart rate sped up rapidly.

“Now that, that’s over…” she drawled, grasping Jungkook’s hand. He watched unquestionably as she brought his hand to her mouth and inserted his middle and ring fingers all while looking into his eyes alluringly. At the same time, she easily brought her leg up to drape over both of Jungkook’s. He still sat frozen in place by her gaze while she lifted the bottom of her coat and placed his hand against her bare heat.

They both shuddered slightly when Jungkook instinctively began to rub circles into her already wet core, never taking their eyes off each other.

“You wanna go somewhere?” She coaxed breathily. It almost infuriated Jungkook how she didn’t even have to try to get him to agree to anything. He was indeed trapped.

“James,” He called up to the driver. “The Plaza Hotel please.”

Currently, Jungkook was going through paperwork in his office, taking advantage of the slow week he’s had to take care of some business for his company. It’s been a while since he’s gotten to do this so he was pretty backed up and seemingly had a whole afternoon of this to look forward to. He sighed at the thought, but continued to read through the documents and sign them here and there when suddenly he felt something was...off. He put his pen down and looked around the room.

The room was silent as usual, but all of a sudden it was too silent? Jungkook didn’t know how and he couldn’t really make sense of it until he looked up at the ceiling vent. It was no longer producing the usual soft hum. There was nothing. He silently walked under the vent to inspect it when he saw a glint in between the slats. Immediately, he moved from under it and drew his gun, aiming it at the vent.

“I see you motherfucker! Come out right now or I’ll put ten holes in you!” He shouted. The intruder heeded the warning and right away the vent was forced to the floor. Jungkook watched intently as two feminine hands holding a gun slowly dropped down and though it was upside down, it was perfectly aimed at him.

He still had his gun trained on the vent as the trespasser entered through the hole in the ceiling to reveal the familiar face of Deathstalker herself. Only her upper body could be seen as her strong legs held her in place from inside the vent.

She smiled easily at Jungkook as if they weren’t in a stand-off right now. “Hello, Mr. Jeon.” Her tone was calm, but somewhat guarded, telling him what her face never would. Jungkook was stuck between being relieved to see that it was only Deathstalker and being concerned that she was pointing a gun at him.

“Hello, Deathstalker. You wanna tell me why you broke into my office and have a gun in my face?” He queried with a tilt of his head. Y/N only reached up to grip the hole in the ceiling, somehow removing herself from the vent with one hand, her gun and her gaze still trained on Jungkook as she landed on her feet in front of him. More contradicting thoughts swirled in his mind at the sight.

“You finally caught me. I’m proud.” She smirked, removing the hood of her catsuit from her head.

He fights the urge to roll his eyes. “Yeah, maybe you can congratulate me later. Why are you here? You finally turn on me? Did someone send you, huh?”

“Don’t be so dramatic. You have something I need.” She explained with a determined look. Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Is that so? And what might that be?”

“You know what it is.” Y/N quipped, tilting her gun along with the inflection in her voice. He shakes his head assuredly. “No, No, I have no idea what you’re talking about, but if you wanna put the gun down I’d love to discuss it.” He entreated informally.

“No.” She spoke firmly. A beat of silence passes before Jungkook has had enough. “Put the fucking gun down, Y/L/N.” He demanded gruffly.

“You put the fucking gun down.” She spat right back at him.

“I’m not doing this, just tell me what it is—” He reasoned.

“You know what it is—” Before she can fully respond, Jungkook rushed her, forcing her gun away from him and ripping it out of her hand. He quickly backed up and flung the gun across the room before pointing his back at her. They each caught their breath and Y/N bit her lip frustratedly.

Jungkook gave a triumphant smile. “There, that’s better. You ready to talk now—”

Y/N’s leg swiftly came up to kick the gun right out of Jungkook's hand before he even realized what happened. He looked at the gun sliding away from them on the floor, then back at Deathstalker, who smirked and raised an arrogant brow.

“Okay.” Jungkook uttered right as Y/N charged at him. He panicked slightly at the thought of fighting her, but the instinct to fight back kicked in when she launched herself and wrapped her body around him like an anaconda.

They struggled while Deathstalker tried to take Jungkook to the floor. Luckily for him, he wasn’t only a skilled shooter, but a trained and very skilled fighter as well. It wasn’t long before he freed himself from her vice grip and they were in a standoff once again, this time with their fist raised and ready to defend.

“What the hell has gotten into you Y/L/N? I wish you would tell me what this is about.” Jungkook grumbled as they circled each other, waiting for the other to make a move.

Y/N chuckled mischievously. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Yes, actually!” He exploded. She took his emotional outburst as an opportunity and pounced once again. Jungkook was quicker to react this time and they were practically sparring in the middle of his office and only lord knows why. Jungkook found himself getting irritated because he was barely one step behind Deathstalker in her strikes and attacks.

As they got more invested, Jungkook noticed that she didn’t intend on hurting him, but she did intend to win. Somewhere in the scuffle, he fell behind and let her right hook distract him from the leg that swept his feet from under him. She was on top of him in an instant, with a habitual flat hand at his jugular ready to stop him from breathing. They stare at each other, both of them breathing heavily.

“Got you.” Y/N suddenly whispered smugly. “Now, are you gonna give me what I want?” She prompted provocatively, sliding her hand into the collar of his shirt slowly. The feel of her hot skin on his almost burned with their charged up bodies and wild emotions. He blinked in realization at her increasingly turned on form above him.

“You. Crazy. Fucking. Bitch.” Jungkook fumed quietly, looking up at her in disapproval. She just giggled freely and though usually the sound would bring a smile to Jungkook’s face, it only pissed him off.

He pushed her off of him and shoved her against the wall roughly, holding her there by the neck. “You’ve got some fucking nerve, breaking in here and waving a gun in my face.” He hissed in anger, their noses touching. “You know, if you wanted dick you could have just said so.”

“Where’s the fun in that Mr. Jeon?” She crooned, leaning forward to kiss him and he denied her, coolly tilting his head back. He continued to hold her by the throat to the wall firmly, causing her to choke briefly, but if she was uncomfortable she didn’t let it show.

“No.” He shook his head, Y/N could see his gears turning as he did so. “No?” She echoed, curiously.

“To answer your question. I’m not giving you what you want.” A devious smirk slowly appeared on his face that made Y/N’s body temperature rise. “No, you’re gonna do what I want now and you’re gonna like it.” He breathed, pressing himself against her and brushing her lips with his teasingly. She inhales audibly, trying not to look affected by his sudden behavior.

“But, Mr. Jeon, I want what you want.” She encouraged him sweetly, reaching for him. He put a stop to that quickly by pinning her wrists above her with one hand and resuming his hold on her neck with the other. She grunted and squirmed before giving up, looking up a childish defeated expression, but Jungkook knew she loved it.

He looked into her eyes with a strong dominance that had Y’N swallowing thickly in anticipation. “Are you talking back to me, Y/L/N?” His eyebrows furrowed intimidatingly.

She bit her lip to suppress her giddy smile. She needed to play along and not mock Jungkook’s very real emotions. The dynamic has officially shifted and now Y/N’s main objective was to please him. “No, Mr. Jeon.” She assured in a register slightly higher than her natural voice.

“Really, because you seem to have a lot to say for someone who’s at my mercy. I wonder if you’d still be as talkative with my dick in your mouth.” He growled hotly in her ear sending shivers down her spine.

She shuddered a hopeful response. “Can we find out, Mr. Jeon...please?” She implored when she felt him pull away.

He looked her over, taking in her needy form. “Look at you, already begging for it.” He shook his head in amazement. “I should keep you here and see how long you can hold your breath for me before your face starts to change color.” He whispered while closing his hand tighter around her neck. Y/N hummed delightfully at the feeling, her eyes fluttering shut.

“But you’d probably like that wouldn’t you?” He leaned back in, getting her attention. She opened her eyes and gave a pleasant smile. “You know that I do.” She choked out. He smiled back at her admirably before releasing most of the pressure on her throat.

“No, I got something else planned for y—” He stopped abruptly, looking towards the door because he thought he heard the click of familiar shoes in the hall. His theory was proven correct when he heard them getting closer. He quickly looked to Y/N with wide eyes.

“Get under the desk.” He ordered softly before they both scurry to the huge desk near the window. She easily fit herself under it on her knees facing out and Jungkook took the seat right in front of her. As soon as they were situated, there was a knock on his office door.

“Come in.” He called pretending to look over his files. Taehyung poked his head in with a concerned expression before he fully entered the room. “Hey boss. Everything okay here?” He questioned.

“Yes, fine. Why?”

“Nothing, we just thought we heard some...I don’t know, movement?” As Taehyung spoke, Jungkook could feel hands raking up his thighs and his eyes widened quickly. He tried to compose his expression, but he then felt the unbuttoning of his pants.

No, no, no, no, he thought in a panic. He tries not to focus on just how Y/N got his zipper down as silently as she did and focuses on Taehyung’s lips as he talked.

“Oh, no, yeah. That was just me. I was practicing...sh-shadow boxing.” He lied choppily as Y/N released his already hard dick from his pants.

“In a suit?” Taehyung replied, confusedly.

Jungkook jolted slightly and fought back a moan when the assassin took him in her warm, wet mouth. “Waauuuhh, yes. Yes, I was.” He cleared his throat to cover up more moans when she began to skillfully bob her head up and down on his length.

“Oh, well okay.” Taehyung settled. “So if that’s all—” Jungkook attempted to see him off with no success.

“Anyway, we got a lead on that Deathwalker chick.” He offered in a more chipper tone. Y/N paused her movements, intrigued by the information. What had they found out? Jungkook shamelessly rested his hand on the back of her head and pulled, encouraging her to keep going much to both of their disbelief. She obeys and continues the task eagerly, but careful not to have too much fun or she’ll risk getting caught. “Is that so?” the mob boss replied.

“Yeah, it’s not much, but we assumed you wanted us to brief you on it as soon as possible.” His soldier nodded respectfully.

“Ugh,” Jungkook moaned, half-way masking it as a noise of gratitude. “Thank you, Tae. I appreciate it. We’ll be sure to discuss thisssssss later.” He faltered. “Yes, sir.” Taehyung nodded again, making a face at Jungkook.

“Hey, you okay boss?” He looked closer at his superior with genuine concern. “Never better Tae.” Jungkook forced out quickly. “Are you sure? Y—”

“Taehyung?” The gang leader addressed him firmly. “Yes?”

“Get the fuck out of my office.”

“Yes, sir.” Taehyung nodded, knowing when he was unwanted and without another word he was exiting the office.

Jungkook pushed away from the desk immediately and grabbed a handful of Y/N’s hair as he stood both of them up. She only smiled at the manhandling and wiped the excess spit from her mouth.

“You really want me to hurt you, don’t you?” He snarled at her. She fought back the strong urge to moan a yes and instead just stayed silent with a feigned guilty look on her face. “Take that off. Now. ” He commanded, gesturing to her catsuit. She shimmied it off of her arms and down her legs to reveal her naked body, leaving her heels on, all while Jungkook kept a tight grip on her hair.

“How many do you think I should give you?” He asked, suddenly calmer than before. “How ever many you think is right sir.” She spoke in a small voice, but her innocent act didn’t fool him. He stared at her bare, unapologetically, beautiful body in wonderment before forcing her body to bend over his desk.

He caressed her thighs and backside tenderly and then when she least expected it he delivered a delicious slap to it. Y/N yelped and then sighed with contentment. The wait was over, now the real fun could begin.

“I told you.” Slap. “We weren't.” Slap. “Gonna do.” Slap. “What you wanted.” Slap. “To do.” Slap. “But you just don’t listen.” He accentuated his words with powerful smacks delivered to both of her cheeks and then rubbed at the tender flesh to soothe the sting.

He ran his finger up her spine gently, making her shiver visibly. He smirked at his effect on her, bending his body over hers to whisper in her ear. “Tell me. Are you sorry?” He breathed heavily.

“No, sir.” Y/N panted after a few moments. “I knew it…” He stands up straight, regarding her vulnerable yet durable body.

“You disappoint me, Y/L/N.” He slaps her ass and massages again. Y/N hissed before replying. “I’ll do better sir.” she declared sincerely.

“You promise?” Jungkook lifts his hand and watches as Y/N braces for the impact, watched as her body tensed and her pussy clenched greedily around nothing in awe. He savored the moment, spanking her again.

She hummed graciously at the delicious pain she was receiving from him. “Yes, sir. I promise.”

“But you’re not sorry.” He clarified. “No sir.”

“Why?” His brows furrowed in curiosity, gearing up to spank her again. “Because I love sucking your cock sir.” Y/N whined. He stopped his movements, taken aback and released a soft laugh. “Is that so?”

“Yes sir.” Slap. “Tell me more Y/L/N.” he requested as he moved his left hand to her cunt and kept the right one on her ass.

She closed her eyes and smiled, envisioning herself doing the activity, even licking her lips at the luscious memory of it. “I love how heavy it feels on my tongue. How you force me down on it and it hits the back of my throat.” She mused longingly. Y/N stops speaking and her body tenses as he inserts his thumb into her.

“Keep going Y/L/N.” Jungkook’s tone made it clear that he would stop if she didn’t keep talking so she continued.

“I love how thick it is, oh fuck.” She moans, digging her nails into the wood of the desk as he rubs two fingers against her clit and picks up the pace. “What else Y/L/N?” He breathed.

She gulped in a breath, the sudden pressure taking her breath away. “How you make me gag on it when I’ve been bad and— mmmm, how you coat the inside of my mouth with all your cum when you’re done with me...How you check to make sure I swallowed all of it.” She giggled that last bit breathlessly, grinding back on his hand.

“You’re such a dirty girl Y/L/N.” He moves in and out of her quickly while rubbing her clit perfectly in sync, pulling lewd moans from her until he suddenly removes them, delivering another hard smack to her backside. “Ah, fuck.” She squealed.

“But you’re right, you need to do better. Now count with me.” He ordered sternly.

To which she immediately responded, “Yes sir.”

Y/N counts every hit Jungkook delivers to her extremely tender ass dutifully with her fingernails creating crescents in the mahogany wood below her. By the time they reach twenty, his hand is as red as a tomato and Y/N is quite literally dripping onto the floor in front of him. He watched as her slick dripped out of her cunt from in between her spread legs and onto the floor, creating a tiny puddle of her pleasure.

Jungkook is incredibly turned on by the sight and doesn’t think twice before taking his hard cock and shoving right into the assassin without warning. He didn’t wait for her to adjust, not that she needed to as you could literally mop the floor with her arousal. He just continued to hammer into her with complete abandon.

It felt as if Y/N had forgotten how to breathe and her head shot up from the desk at the abrupt intrusion. “Ohhhhh shhhhhhit.” She cursed choppily with Jungkook’s hips slapping against her, making her ass sting more, but she loved it.

He reached up to push her head down against the desk forcefully and held it there as he fucked into her. “You love the pain don’t you my little cock slut?” He growled out.

“Yes, sir. I love it. Thank you, Mr. Jeon.” She babbled dazedly into the desk.

He pulls out of her then, leaving her moving back in search of him and clenching around nothing. “Please put it back in, Mr. Jeon.” She whimpered, reaching back for him, but she didn’t dare sit up for fear that he might think she was disobeying him.

He smiles and sits down in his chair, grabbing the hands that searched for him and guiding them to it’s arm rests. “Why don’t you come sit down and do it yourself?”

She moves right away and backs up onto him. Bracing herself on the armrests, she hovers above him still facing the desk, grabs his cock and engulfs it in her wetness. They both groan wildly when he is fully seated inside of her and she begins to move up and down.

“Just like that baby, keep bouncing on my cock.” He muttered huskily, placing his hands on her hips. Looking down, he finally noticed the mess Y/N’s juices made on his suit pants. He should have pulled them all the way down, but damn if that wasn’t one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. “Goddamn. Who made you this fucking wet baby?” He grunted, pulling her down on him with fervid force.

“You did, Mr. Jeon.” Y/N breathed heavily with her eyes closed in ecstasy. She could feel her orgasm finally approaching and she was chasing it with every move she made.

“You gonna cum baby?” Jungkook’s voice rasped in her ear. Y/N mentally cursed, already knowing what was coming to her. “Yes, I’m so close, Mr. Jeon.” She whined, trying to plead her case.

It was no use. He swiftly pushed her off of him roughly and forced her down against the table once more. “No, no, no, please, please.” She begged and squirmed.

He only bent down to her level, gripping her chin in his hand. “You should know by now not to fuck with me Y/L/N. Now you need to be punished.” He says whispering sadistically in her ear. “Come on now.”

Jungkook gripped her by her forearms, dragging her up from the table and keeping them in place behind her back like a criminal. He guided her to the expansive wall length bookshelf on the far left of his office. Y/N knew just where they were going and somehow it prompted more wetness to come cascading down her already damp and sticky legs.

He finds the handle on the inside of one of the shelves and pulls on the hidden door to reveal his playroom. The ceiling was a deep red while the walls were painted black with several tools for causing pain hanging on them all around the room. Several large contraptions used for pleasure and pain were scattered along the sides. But Jungkook’s favorite part of the room was the alaska king size mattress against the back wall which had a mirror of the same size attached to the ceiling above it. He loved that he could see every facet of Y/N’s squirming body just by looking up.

“Stand here.” He directs her after stopping under the pair of leather handcuffs that dangled from the ceiling. He lifted and secured both her arms before focusing on her wanton eyes. “You comfortable, sweetheart?” He asked, grasping her chin firmly in his hands.

“Yes, sir.” She replied truthfully. “Good.” He pecked her lips and began removing her boot heels. This created more distance between her and the floor. She was now truly dangling from the ceiling, the balls of her feet barely touching the floor.

Jungkook marvelled at his work and how after a while Y/N struggled to hold her weight against the cuffs. He then undressed quickly and made his way back to her, placing his lips on hers in a rough and passionate kiss that left Y/N breathless and moaning.

She feels a hand thread it’s fingers through her hair and massage her scalp before it’s yanking her back and gripping tightly. She opened her eyes to see Jungkook, lustful and giddy smiling back at her. His hand slipped out of her hair, down her neck, chest and around her torso as he slowly circled her body.

“I wish I could touch every piece of you at once.” He expressed sofly once he was behind her. Y/N breathed heavily with anticipation as his large hands gluided up her raised arms, down her waist, over her hips and ghosted over her plump, raw ass making her hiss. He chuckled at the sound letting his hands wander to her front and administering feather light circles to her swollen clit. Y/N twitched causing her body to sway uncontrollably. Jungkook stilled her, but continued his teasing much to Y/N’s dismay. But she didn’t dare say anything about it, she knew better and she wanted to cum so she stayed silent.

He comes back around to face her and really takes his time appreciating her body. He kisses her lips, along her neck and sucks on her nipples just enough to have her squirming with more want for him. Suddenly he presses down on each of her sensitive nipples with two fingers and she squeaks, painful electricity shooting through her.

He looked her over keenly. “God you’re so fucking beautiful...and you’re all mine to play with.” He kisses her biting her lip. “Who do you belong to?” His fierce tone demanded an answer.

“You, Mr. Jeon.” Y/N avowed, increasingly turned on and desperate to cum.

“Who else?” His hands moved haltingly towards her core, never breaking eye contact. Her eyes flashed knowingly at him. “No one. Only you, Mr. Jeon.”

Jungkook smiled contentedly before it disappeared little by little. He knew the words weren’t true and that she only said them to please him, only said them when they were intimate. But he couldn’t help how much he yearned to hear it, how much he wanted her to truly be his. This room is where they both get what they want no matter what.

Y/N gets someone to dominate her and take care of her needs and Jungkook gets to live out his fantasies of her truly belonging solely to him. But he knew she would never go for that and that he would continue to toture himself this way.

He tucks the thought away as he suddenly plunges two fingers inside of her. “And who does this pussy belong to?” He growled.

Y/N immediately clenches around them and lets out a cracked moan. “You, sir! This pussy is all yours. Oh fuck, ugh!” She cried out. At least Jungkook can be sure of that, he thought as he began curling his fingers into her at lightning speed. He holds her hips in place as he goes to work and Y/N can’t even think about the pain in her arms anymore once she feels her orgasm approaching.

She grunts fervently as the pressure in her core builds and builds until she can’t stand it. She gives no warning, just allowing the glorious, all-consuming feeling to ignite her insides without a single sound. The only noise to be heard in the room was the sloshing of Jungkook’s fingers moving rapidly inside of her and the slap of his palm against her wet mound.

Jungkook was so enraptured by her eyes rolling back into her head that he didn’t notice the clear liquid escaping from her cunt, getting all over his hand and dripping onto the floor. He brought her drooping head up so he could kiss her eagerly as he removed his fingers and stroked her clit like a wild man, getting more of her juices all over him.

She never told him to stop as she was struck silent by the amount of pleasure she just experienced, but he removed his hand and continued kissing her writhing body hungrily. She was out of breath as she twitched and mewled against him, audibly shuddering from time to time.

“Holy fucking shit. You’re just full of surprises huh?” He praised her with her face in his hands. Her only reaction was to smile tiredly. Her body was absolutely spent and still experiencing aftershocks.

“Now let’s see if we can make you do that again.” he says, lifting her legs to wrap around his waist, thankfully taking the weight off of her arms.

She finally speaks in a disoriented voice with her eyes half closed. “Yes, please sir.”

Jungkook pushes inside of her, her cunt was now extremely wet and extremely tight due to that first squirting orgasm and he could tell he wouldn’t last long. He began speedily fucking into her, his hips slapping against her bruised and aching ass over and over again.

Y/N was in another realm of euphoria, this one being better than the last. She didn’t even know that was possible. Her head was tilted all the way back and her eyes were closed, but they were focused. She was too far gone to even remember her own name at this point.

“Please…” She mumbled. “Please what?” Jungkook grunted, his vigorous hips never changing pace.

“Please, please make me cum, Mr. Jeon.” She begged through gritted teeth. “I want it so bad. Please give me your cum.”

“Oh fuck, baby.” He moaned, thrusting impossibly faster, both of them close to the edge.

She felt herself growing slightly over stimulated, but she was so close, chasing that high that made her see stars. She was concentrated on the feeling of Jungkook’s dick pumping in and out of her and hitting just the right spot against her walls. Jungkook felt a force resisting him from inside of Y/N and before he could grasp it he was being pushed out along with Y/N’s cum.

A full fledged scream escaped from her throat that was elongated by Jungkook who swiped at her clit wildly to prolong her orgasm. He watches her twitch and moan helplessly before sliding back in and picking up where he left off.

“No, p-please sir, I can’t.” She choked out, her chest heaving with exhaustion.

He gripped her face roughly in his hand and brought it close to his. “No, you wanted this dick so you gonna take this dick.” He seethed. “That’s what you came here for right?”

“Yes sir.” She cried. Jungkook thrusted up into her half a dozen more times before he came inside of her, ripping yet another orgasm from Y/N. She felt tears slide down her face at the sheer force of energy in her veins. She saw white behind her eyes and her body burned all over in the best of ways.

“Argh!” Jungkook growled boisterously as he came, holding her hips rigidly against his as he came down. When he looked up he could see Y/N practically falling asleep against him, yet her body was shaking slightly. He pulled out of her and released her from her restraints.

“Let’s get you to bed, huh?” He grinned, holding her tight as he let her down because he didn’t expect her to be able to hold herself up. He was proven right as she immediately slumped over his shoulder once her arms were free. The mafia leader carried her to the bed and gently laid her on her back, taking a moment to clean both of them off before he laid down too.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” He whispered sweetly. Initially, the assassin didn’t realize he was speaking to her as she was quickly drifting off to sleep, but after a moment she assured him, “I’m fine Jungkook.”

#bts smut #jungkook smut #mafia!bts #mafia jungkook #mafia!jungkook #jungkook au #hoseokmylovesworld

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thefanficmonster · 4 years

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Never Satisfied [Teaser]

Corpse Husband x Original Female Character

Warnings: Language (possibly more?)

Collaboration between Vy & Ashens 🖤

“this criminal is stealing my fires, what the fuck?!“

Life is a rollercoaster, it always has been. One moment he feels at the top of the world and the very next he’s upside down at the bottom, wishing the ride would come to a stop as soon as possible. Things that shouldn’t be difficult, things average people would consider the norm to him were the equivalent of walking on glass, each step sending shocks of pain throughout his body, anxiety pumping his blood with adrenaline that provoked his fight or flight response. And after choosing ‘fight’ so many times, he’s more than prepared to choose ‘flight’.

But as he sits in the Walmart parking lot, he’s talking himself out of that habit of running from discomfort. He doesn’t want to battle it either, he just wants to face it and prove he’s strong enough to defeat it if he tried. Well, anxiety is laughing in his face right now, mocking him by the shaking of his hands and the tight sensation in his gut and throat. He’s here for what’s supposed to be just a quick shopping trip. Just to buy a few things! That’s all he has to do. However, he can’t bring himself to get out of his beige Subaru and walk into the store.

I’m just hungry, right? Or maybe tired, he thought to himself.

That’s what everyone told him - that anxiety was caused by something simple to solve but hard to realize when your mind is in a frenzy. He’s planning on getting something to eat to calm his nerves. If that doesn’t work, to hell with it. He has been improvising plan B’s all his life, this wouldn’t be anything new.

With a shaky sigh Corpse looks at his radio, switching stations until his luck smiles at him when he comes across a BONES song and turns it up just enough to not overwhelm his senses. He has been needing some kind of a distraction all day, why not gravitate to the one thing that felt real, as if sent to save him from the mess within his head. Putting the car into drive, he pulls out of the parking lot and into the nearest fast food drive thru. A plain burger with cheese so his stomach doesn’t act up, fries and an unsweetened tea.

This will have to do. He isn’t even hungry, and the thought of the greasy food only made his stomach churn worse but he knew he needed to eat something in hopes of it having the effects he was told it would have - magically cure his overwhelmingly hard to handle anxiety.

Once he got his food, he returned to the department store lot and parked in a far back spot. He has opened the paper bag to dig his food out, grimacing at all the grease and the smell of the cheap meal that wasted no time invading his car. He really isn’t hungry, but he hasn’t eaten all day and he’s aware of the toll the lack of food is taking on his system. He knows better than to work against himself in a moment like this when his mind is already working against him.

Chomping down on a fry, Corpse savors the salt as it hits his tongue and takes a moment to let his shoulders loosen and hang low. Something about the salt and fat seemed to make his body feel better. He tosses his head back slightly as he flicks a few stray strands of hair out of his eyes, reaching into the bag and grabbing another fry.

He’s been content with sitting in his car, eating and trying to quell the anxiety bubbling up under his ribs and in his throat. There’s a sense of peace to it and to the loneliness of it. He doesn’t mind being alone, though. That’s how he prefers to be actually. Dwelling on that thought too long has had the tendency to kill even the smallest spec of a positive energy he possessed in the past so he avoids it for his own peace of mind. The feeling of his heart thundering in his chest to nothing more than his own unconscious is being muffled by the soft rap music coming from the car speakers, him having chosen to pay attention to that instead.

Corpse is so engrossed in his attempts of maintaining this peace that he fails to notice the person approaching his car at a rapid pace. He’s left completely unbothered until one of the backseat doors is yanked open and someone is diving inside, shaking the vehicle.

“What th-..” He shouts, startled out of the peaceful bubble he had created around himself.

“Hey, how's it going? Sorry to interrupt your dinner. I'm just avoiding somebody, so don’t mind me!” A slightly out of breath female voice answers from the backseat. But before he could bring himself to turn around and demand this girl get out of his car, fear takes hold of him, closing his throat and drowning his words in the sea of questions and anxiety rising from deep within his chest.

Ok, breathe. This is weird. There’s a stranger in my car, but she doesn’t appear harmful. Just breathe, stay calm. Fuck, is that a fucking cop car?!

His shaky hand is barely capable of holding the burger as his wide eyes follow the movements of the vehicle. The patrol car in question slowly drives through each aisle of the parking lot, seemingly searching for something. Or someone. He feels himself unable to blink nor breath as the car creeps closer and closer. He has already broken into a nervous sweat, head spinning with all the possible outcomes - none of which bode well for him.

How am I gonna explain this shit?! There’s no way they’ll believe that she just dove into my car. They’ll think I’m an accomplice. I’ll go to jail. God knows if I’ll get out. I’ll die in there. Oh fuck, I’ll die in there.

He inhales sharply, trying not to hyperventilate, all his muscles tensing before a slap to his arm shook him out of it, “Could you look any more suspicious?! Fuckin’ act cool!”

He nods automatically and looks down at his lap, like he’s trying to find a napkin before taking a quick sip of his tea in attempts to look natural. The liquid promptly went down the wrong pipe, causing him to choke and go in a fit of coughs which he suppressed with his baggy hoodie sleeve.

The cop passed by, eyeing the man in the car before making a turn to go down another row of parking spots, allowing Corpse to finally peek his gaze upwards to check if the guy was finally gone when the voice in the back seat spoke up again. “Thanks dude, you saved my ass.”

He hadn’t noticed at first but as he turned to look behind him he saw a bare arm reaching from the back seat, dipping into the paper bag and taking one of his fries. Before he could comprehend it, the girl had climbed up over the center console as the police car pulled out of the parking lot and left.

Only now is he able to get a real look at the woman who is a potential criminal and went into his car. She isn’t tall but not short either. She’s wearing a pair of jeans that are ripped around her knees and upper thighs and have little occult symbols drawn on them, peace signs and even an occasional tiny dinosaur - the majority, if not all, probably a DIY project of hers by the looks of it. She’s also sporting a sleeveless top with the sides cut open to show most of her waist. Under that, a black sports bra and a tattoo are visible - the tattoo extending from her back to her ribs just slightly. Her dark brown hair is pulled into a loose and rather messy hairdo, every strand going in its own direction as if she couldn’t be bothered by it. Looking down he sees the pair of black combat boots she has on. They look to be well taken care of and loved. A glint of a septum piercing attracts his attention when he notices it reflecting the ugly yellow light of the parking lot street lamps.

She’s pretty.

His cheeks flush a little in the darkness as he dumps the remainder of his food back into the bag, noting she was taking another one of his fries before he looked away, swallowing nervously when he feels her gaze on him.

Before he could speak, however, she had already taken another one of his fries, leaning back in the passenger seat.

“W-why...are you in my car?” His voice showed off his confusion as well as the rising levels of his anxiety, his brow furrowed as he tries to remain cool and calm.

“Hiding from the police...obviously.” She responds in a ‘duh’ tone as if she were pointing out something very simple and ordinary.

“Bu-...Alright...I guess. You should stop stealing my food though.” He finally mumbles, putting the paper bag into the back seat and catching a brief whiff of the perfume she has on as he turns to do so.

He’s been alone so long, people have grown to terrify him. Public places terrify him, so it’s no surprise he stays inside for as long as he can. He hasn’t been this close to someone in months. Not since his ex left. She was just...another human being. Another one to leave. Nothing new to him. It shouldn’t have been a surprise nor a disappointment to him but he couldn’t not feel distraught over it for a while after it happened. He couldn’t help but hope she would….nevermind.

She grins - her smile a little spark of light in this lonely little world that is his life. Everyone around him always looked so damn happy. How come he never felt the happiness for himself?

He shifts back into his seat, fingers fiddling with the zipper on his black hoodie, avoiding her gaze as much as possible while still trying to take subtle glances at her. He feels uncomfortably like a teenager at that moment, stumbling his way through a conversation with a girl way too pretty to be talking to him.

“I bet you hear this all the time, but you should do like, audio books or voice acting or somethin’. You’ve got a rad voice to narrate some Steven King or Dean Koontz. Bram Stoker's Dracula would be sick, or some kind of devil or demon character.” She offers, grinning again as she steals another fry despite the bag now being in the back and shifts to reach into her back pocket, the sound of her wallet chain hitting the side of his car door echoes throughout the enclosed space of the car. She pulls out a couple dollars and slaps them onto his dashboard, “anyway, for the fries. Annnd for letting me hide in your car. Don’t go spending it all in one place.” She pushes the door of the Subaru open, winking at him and sliding one leg out. “Thanks for keepin’ the fuzz off of me, see ya Hades!” She jokes teasingly, slapping the roof of his car before closing the door and practically skipping off in the opposite direction of the one the cop went in.

Corpse parts his lips, blinking slowly before looking at the department store and back towards the slowly shrinking figure of the girl. His head is spinning again, for different reasons now.

“What the hell just happened....?” He pauses for a lingering second before his voice turns sharp and a distressed look crosses his face, “Fuck, what did I need from the store?!”

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dreamii-yume · 4 years

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Uwaaaaaa can I request some sweet crumbs of Idia and his s/o sharing a few kisses and being a cute wholesome family with Ortho?? <3

“Whoa! Nii-san!”

You flinched as you heard the little robot’s voice from outside the room, followed by something crashing. You slowly peaked through the crack in the door, making sure to stay as quiet as possible. There, you saw the Shroud brothers with the older one on the ground, seemingly had toppled over a table, blindfolded. Ortho, the younger one hovers above him, face-palming at what predicament his brother got in.

“I told you to calm down and go left, right? Why did you suddenly go right, Nii-san?” Ortho said with an exasperated sigh. “Come on, stand up, Nii-san! We’re almost there!”

Idia, having no vision at the moment, desperately clung onto the wall, his legs were shaking as different kinds of emotions swirls in his mind. “Your left is my right though!? Don’t give me directions when you’re up front!” Idia complained, his hands trying to find anything he can grasp onto. “S-Seriously...Where are we going, Ortho? We’re still in our dorm, r-right...? Your Nii-chan’s getting a little scared here, you know...?”

“Uh-huh! So, just be patient and follow my instructions, alright, Nii-san~? Properly this time!” Ortho strictly said, floating ahead with Idia on his own left to maneuver his way towards him, being blindfolded and all.

“...E-Even if you tell me that...Geez...” Idia mumbled under his breath as he began to follow his litte brother’s voice once again, trying his best to not anger the little one.

Ortho spotted you peeking through the door and gave you a close-eyed smile, putting his index finger in front of his mask. You covered your mouth to prevent a giggle, but you thought that little scene between them as brothers were really adorable. You gave him a thumbs-up before entering back in the room, making sure to close the door as quietly as possible.

It didn’t take too long for the doorknob to sound their arrival, aside from the few crashings of items outside and bickering of the Shroud Brothers. You quickly moved into position and grab the plate of cake that was assigned to you, slowly tip-toeing over to the side so that you wouldn’t be a burden to the main boy of the day. The door opened without much further interruption, revealing Idia still with the blindfold on and Ortho guiding him by the shoulders from behind.

“O-Ortho...? Where are we- No, wait, this place feels familiar, are we in my room? Ortho, what did you-“ Idia was about to continue his rant, but shrieked in response when Ortho soon giggled and snapped his fingers.

With that, his blindfold automatically detached from his head, and as soon as he opened his eyes, the whole room lighted up. A bunch of automatic party poppers bursts loudly in every corner of the room, confetti flying everywhere with his favorite idol music echoing loudly in the speakers. Idia could only watch with widened eyes as he looked around everywhere, it was his room but it was barely recognizable with all these physical and holographic decorations running around. “Surprise!” Suddenly two voices instead of one rang through the room, making Idia turn around and instantly heating up as other than Ortho, he saw you, holding a whole plate of cake.

“Surprise, Idia-kun!” You greeted with a gentle smile, walking towards him with the cake. It was clearly a hand-made birthday cake, a joint effort between you and Ortho as it was decorated by things that Idia loves. Something that should only be known to those who knew him in a personal level.

“(Y-Y-Y-Y/N)-shi...!?” Idia backed away as his face almost exploded from the amount of blood rushing to his face to see his crush, out of all people, greeting him on his special day. Expecting this kind of reaction, you and Ortho looked at each other and nodded in agreement before taking a deep breath.

“♪ Happy birthday to you~♪ Happy birthday to you~♪” You both sang in synch as Ortho lighted up the the candles on the cake you were holding. “♪ Happy birthday, dear Idia/Nii-san~♪”

You looked up at him, gesturing the birthday cake in front with a wide smile as Ortho supporting you from behind. “♪ Happy Birthday to you~♪” You both finished with a playful giggle, like little children surprising their teachers on teacher’s day. “Please make a wish for your birthday and blow out your candles, Idia-kun!”

“...W-What...?” Idia exclaimed, still confused on what’s happening and turned to Ortho in panic. Though, he couldn’t deny that the sound of your voice singing him a birthday song was soothing as hell. But that’s not the proper time for that! “Ortho...! D-Did you upgrade yourself or something...? Why...Why is (Y/N)-shi here and...and offering me a cake...I-I don’t think...I-Is this real...!?”

“Geez~! Me and (Y/N) (L/N)-san went all through these trouble just to prepare a simplistic birthday party that you’ll enjoy and that’s the reaction you give~!?” Ortho scolded his brother while you sweatdropped in the background, preparing to calm the little boy. You can’t see his mouth moving but you knew for sure that he was puffing his cheeks, his eyes says it all after all. “Nii-san, you’re so insensitive! You’re not gonna go anywhere in life if you’re always like this!”

“A-Ah, s-sorry...?” Idia apologized at the upset little robot, but then realizing that his brother just actually confirmed his questions. He turned to you and certainly, you don’t look like a holograph, no matter how realistic one could be at this time and age. You’re here, in flesh and blood, smiling up at him as if you were intending to make his heart stop from your presence alone, which it actually did the first time. “...(Y-Y/N)-shi is...A-Actually h-here...?”

You sweatdropped at his frozen self before taking a step closer to let him see the candles that he has yet left to blow out. “Yup, I’m here. Now, make a wish for your birthday, Idia-kun! The candles will run out soon if you don’t~” You reminded him. “It’ll be waste if that happens.”

Idia was at the point of hyperventilating now, whatever Ortho did to get you involve in this surprise birthday plan, it was certainly bad for his heart...In an ironically good way. He couldn’t formulate the proper words, let alone think of a wish to give to these candles, he can’t even bring himself to calm down. He looked around, trying to avert his eyesight, but doing so only prompted Ortho to cross his arms, giving him a disapproving look whilst shaking his head. He flinched, this school has definitely rubbed its dirt on his brother for him to be so strict, where was his cute little angel brother that follows his every call!? Regardless, he really can’t blame him for this, he’s happy that you’re here but at the same time, it’s just puts him in a tight spot...Which he absolutely hates.

“Well?” You called to make sure Idia was still in there and not brain dead like Ortho warned you about.

Idia looked up at you, and to Ortho, before looking down, he fiddled with the tip of his hair timidly. His face was flushing in embarrassment, you find kinda cute actually. “...None.” He said in a small voice, but enough for you and Ortho to hear, earning a shocking response from the two of you. “I have none...At least, not anymore...”

You and Ortho looked at each other, wondering what the older Shroud means. “I-I got the game I wanted recently, I already went to a virtual concert of my favorite idol, and my wish for that childhood game that me and Ortho loved was granted as well...And, um...” He explained, looking away, becoming more and more shy by the minute. “...One scenario I wished for this day is just...impossible so...”

“...And that is...?” You tilted your head to the side, curious to hear what the Idia Shroud hasn’t attained yet. However, Ortho beside you only blinked as everything automatically clicked in his own mechanical head. He widened his eyes in realization and even gasp slightly, observing how his brother looked at you.

Oh, that’s right...His brother always wanted you to...

“...ce me...” You raised an eyebrow, leaning closer to hear what he actually said. It was barely a whisper, there was no way a normal human being like you could’ve heard that.

“Excuse me?”

Idia’s face got hotter, he whimpered at the intensity of the pressure and soon resorted into covering his face in embarrassment. Upon seeing his defensive position, you quickly backed away from him, realizing how rude you’re sounding like. “O-Oh, sorry! It’s fine! If you’re uncomfortable with saying it then, you don’t have to force yourself to.”

You reassured him as you remembered how scared and nervous Idia can be when it comes to social interactions. Instead, you went back into smiling as you kept your distance, holding the cake properly once again. Idia peeked between his fingers though, grateful that you stepped back but still felt somehow unsatisfied and disappointed with himself. “I’m sorry, wishes are not supposed to be said out loud, right? My bad~! Just feel free to blow out the candles in your own will~!”

Ortho flinched and quickly looked at Idia, signalling all his support to his timid brother, encouraging him to say what he wanted to say to you before its too late. Idia, felt that desperation, they were brothers after all and he just can’t left it hanging. “U-Um...” You turned back to him to properly hear what he has to say this time. Idia started breathing heavily, but you knew that he was probably trying to calm himself down.

Seeing how relaxed you are, not even weirded out the slightest of his actions, Idia could actually feel himself calm down. He was glad that you were quite the patient person, being able to tolerate him even if he’s like this. You knew that he was having a hard time so, you’re not saying anything, keeping yourself quiet to give him time. It’s almost like you understand his struggles, and that’s...He just loves that about you.

So with a deep breath he- “iwantedyoutonoticeme!” confessed in a single breath, which just lead to Ortho slapping his own forehead and you trying to process and break down what he just said. Upon realizing his mistake, he quickly looked up at you with his arms waving frantically, trying to explain his situation with the sound of his heart racing against his chest. “I-I mean! I love- NO. That’s not...! What I meant was, um-! I-I...Oh, God...!”

“I-I wanted you to notice me!” Idia covered his face as a last resort, so that he wouldn’t see your face during in his lowest. Seriously, someone just kill him now right where he stands, Ortho, please forgive your older brother. “Y-You’ll probably think I-I’m a c-creepy otaku but I like you! You don’t have to accept me but I always...I-I always wanted you to see me...”

Oh, god...This is the worst. He can actually feel tears slowly buidling up in his eyes. As embarrassing and scary this is though, he couldn’t stop his mouth from saying what he’s really feeling. He’s scared but he’s also desperate. “N-Not as the guy behind the tablet...O-Or the dorm leader of Ignihyde...” He said and finally gathered up the courage to look at you in the eyes. “But f-for who I am! I at least wanted you to notice me for that!”

“That! Is my wish!” Idia blurted out and blew on the candles rather aggressively that you were taken back with Ortho silently cheering in the background.

The guy kept his eyes shut as tears were prickling in his eyes, afraid to open them and see a look of disgust in your face. Well...He predicted it before and prepared for it but now that he’s in that current scenario, he realized just how scared he really is to face it. Meanwhile, you blinked repeatedly at his confession as you had never seen such a timid guy like him create an outburst as drastic as that. Your lips slowly formed into a calm smile and soon scooped up a decent amount of icing in the cake. “Idia-kun.” You called out, encouraging him to open his eyes, but smudged the icing on his lips before he could even have the chance to do so.

“Mmgh-!?” Before he could even fully open his eyes, he soon froze in his spot as he felt your lips on his, kissing him and licking some icing off. Ortho gasped and let out a sound similar to that of a squeal as he happily floats above ground.

Looking down at you, Idia was left without any functioning words to say but you just laughed back at him. You licked the remaining icing on your lips and wiped some from his own before looking up at him. “Granted.” You said with a wink. “You’re wish is granted, Idia-kun ♡”

He swears to God, Idia is in the verge of passing out, this was just too much! What the hell did you just say!? Y-You ki...kissed...! However, before Idia could fully deliver his explosion of different emotions, a sound of a camera shutter and flash engulfed the two of you and quickly turned to the mischievous robot boy in the other side of the room. “So cute~! Isn’t this great, Nii-san~!? You finally said your true feelings to (Y/N) (L/N)-san! Although you were all over the place with your confession!” He said, mildly roasting his older brother but still waved the camera with the picture he took in front of him. “But still, she accepted it! Congratulations, Nii-san! I should save this to my memory file just in case!”

“O-Ortho, you...!” Idia flushed red, while you couldn’t help yourself but laugh at the two bickering brothers, it’s really so adorable. You watched as Idia attempts to stop his little brother from possibly leaking the picture to everyone they know with sheer amusement in your eyes. Though, you let out a sigh of relief, cheeks slowly reddening in color as you finally come into terms with your situation. You were glad that you have confidence in your acting skills to be able to hide your feelings to a minimum when your heart was beating just as fast as Idia’s. It would’ve been a disaster if the both of you were to stumble over your words like that, yikes.

You watched at the scene in front of you with your eyes shining in relief and satisfaction. It ended up a happy ending after all, you honestly think Ortho’s the real winner here, pulling out such a massive match-making move. Letting out a breath, you walked towards Idia and clunged onto him with your usual smile, although your blush didn’t seem to disappear. “Wah...(Y-Y/N)-shi...” He stuttered, his body tensing up but his cheeks flared up, debating whether he should hug you or not. While he does that, you turned to Ortho and created a space in between you and Idia.

“Why don’t we all take a picture together instead?” You suggested, gesturing for Ortho to come fill up the space you made. “Come here, Ortho! I’m sure you’re the happiest one in here, even far more than the two of us combined, right?”

Ortho widened his eyes before nodding enthusiastically. “Of course!” He said as he flew right over the two of you and squeeze himself in between. A holographic camera came blasting out of his chest, ready to take a picture. “A picture to remember Nii-san’s special day and together with my new Nee-san~! Of course I’m the most happiest here!”

You and Idia looked at each other and couldn’t help but chuckle at the excited little robot. You leaned onto each other to fit the camera template, holding up a peace sign all the while.

“Cheese~!”

How does one translate Idia’s use of “-shi” as honorofics, huh. His otaku language is beyond me puhihi~

Aahh, I want to write another one~ You darlings such interesting hornii in my inbox that I just want to- ughh I want to write more but I need sleep...( ；∀；)

Should I write another one~? Aah, but I don’t think I have enough time~ (＞人＜;) I also might pass out lol I’ll still try though! If Decemember 18 comes to pass and I end up not posting anything then it probably means that I succumbed to the bed lol

Anyways, thank you for attending yet another Birthday Crumbs Celebration~! (*≧∀≦*)

#twisted wonderland #idia shroud #Birthday Crumbs (Idia)

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So before I say goodbye, would you do one last thing for me?

And take, take her to the moon for me

Reggie thinks about crossing over . . . and then he does

read on ao3 here

you can all thank @thedeathdeelers for it because of this post. and also you should all go listen to the song based off bing bong's take her to the moon line

They were going to cross over. Soon. It wasn't going to be some great big show of sparks or jolts of pain. Reggie could tell it was going to be a quiet affair that took them away unexpectedly.

Reggie sat alone most nights, wondering what his unfinished business had been. The Orpheum, though only half a year ago, felt like several years. Stealing Willie's soul back from right under Caleb's nose was just a few weeks ago but it felt like months. On these lonely nights, Reggie mentally relived his afterlife, trying to pinpoint some milestone moment that could've been it. Other nights, he distracted himself playing softly with Alex and Luke, or tweaking songs with Luke, or pathetically failing to learn skating with Willie. Or sometimes he would wander around the house and just do small things here and there.

Once, he did Carlos' forgotten math homework for him. Julie had scolded him about cheating with Carlos, but that had only been for a second before she relayed how grateful Carlos was and how much he wished he could see Reggie and say it himself.

Part of Reggie wanted to voice his thoughts about crossing over. Another part of him hoped that if he didn't talk about it, it wouldn't be real.

And then, one day, Willie vanished. As expected and understandably so, Alex was inconsolable. Reggie made the mistake of offhandedly commenting that it wasn't so bad. Maybe they'd meet up again after they crossed over. It wasn't much longer, now.

Alex was furious first. How could Reggie say that it wasn't so bad? Alex was confused after that. What did Reggie mean with all that? Alex was concerned in the end. Did Reggie really think they were going to cross over?

It was a nice thought, Alex would later tell Reggie. That they could be together when they crossed over and that he would see Willie again. But that wasn't going to happen for a long time. Luke agreed. They were going to take Julie to stardom before they ever considered leaving.

Reggie thought about Julie almost every minute of the day. He figured they would be okay with whatever happened after they crossed over. What would happen to Julie? Would it take her long to figure out what happened? Would their absence turn her away from music again?

That thought alone had bothered Reggie so much that even Carlos noticed. Things were messy around the house. His computer was open on Spotify and the music was blasting into his headphones. No one was beating his messy room for him anymore. Luke decided to talk to Reggie. It all came out in a rush, how he was so afraid that when they crossed over, it would tear Julie apart. After he'd sat with Reggie and listened to everything bottled up, Luke promised to talk to Julie seriously -- and that serious talk happened to be today.

Reggie, who had been laying on the floor while all these thoughts bounced around in his head, sat up suddenly.

The studio was silent.

"Alex?"

Denial set in very quickly. Not now. He wasn't ready yet. He'd known it was coming for at least one month but he was far from prepared.

Alex had to be around somewhere, right? Reggie suddenly realised he was just hoping for a sign of where Alex was moments before he accidentally stepped onto Alex's drumsticks and landed on his back.

The drumsticks rolled across the floor, coming to a slow stop at the wheel of Willie's skateboard.

Sometimes my mom sends me signs, Julie had said once, and sometimes I don't get it until much later but sometimes it's just so clear what she's trying to tell me.

Reggie stared at the drumsticks and the skateboard. Couldn't get much clearer than that.

Suddenly, Reggie was struck with the horrifying thought that Luke had vanished mid-conversation with Julie.

Not thinking before he leapt, Reggie poofed into Julie's room.

"You're not allowed to do that," Julie said casually. "You know that."

"Sorry. Uh, do you know where Luke is?"

Julie shook her head. "He just left a few minutes ago. Said something about wanting to get some lyrics out of his head. Isn't he in the studio?"

Reggie lied very easily and believably. "Oh, I was just downstairs. I haven't checked the studio yet 'cause I thought I heard you talking to someone up here."

Reggie didn't know why he was lying to Julie. He didn't know what was worse. Telling her the truth or wishing he had later.

"Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," he said with a chipper smile.

"Do you want a hug?"

Okay, so maybe he couldn't always lie well about everything. Reggie's nod was hesitant before it was quick.

Julie hopped off her bed and hung her arms loosely around Reggie. She let out a surprised yelp when Reggie wrapped his arms tightly around Julie.

"Someone's competing with Alex for best hug-giver."

Normally, Reggie would've laughed at that. But Alex was gone. Luke probably was too. Reggie would be gone soon too. He had to leave Julie's room. It would break her if she had to see it happen.

"Thanks, Julie."

Julie smiled brightly when Reggie pulled away. "Anytime. My hugs are free for all."

"You should get some sleep. W-we'll see you in the morning."

Why was he lying to her? He knew he'd be gone before she even fell asleep.

Maybe, if she thought they crossed over in the peace and quiet of the still night, she would feel better. Maybe, if she thought they crossed over while she slept, she would blame them for not waking her, not herself for not noticing.

"Fine. But not because you said to." Julie slid under her duvet and grinned at Reggie. She was mid-yawn before she realised. "I'll see you guys in the morning. Tell Alex and Luke I said good night."

"I will," Reggie said. And if he did happen to meet Alex and Luke, he would without a doubt deliver Julie's message. "I love you. We love you."

"Aww. I love you too, Reg."

Reggie left before he did or said something that would make Julie worry.

He meant to land in the studio. Instead, he found himself in the kitchen, his legs numb and a hollow emptiness in his chest.

"Reggie?"

Reggie looked up to see Carlos, backlit by the open fridge. "You should be in bed."

"You should be invisible."

"Uh . . . that's true."

Carlos kicked the fridge closed as he walked over to Reggie, quietly setting his glass on the island counter. "Are you okay? You look a bit sick. Can ghosts get sick? Is that a thing? Are there ghost doctors? Are they, like, special ghost doctors or just doctors that died?"

"That's too many questions at once, little man."

Carlos frowned. Reggie always answered every single question on the odd occasion that he could see and hear Reggie -- or even if Reggie was just chatting to him with Julie's phone. "Are you okay?" Carlos asked again, this time more serious and somehow even quieter than before.

"I will be." Another lie. He didn't know. But that didn't matter. What mattered was that Julie and Carlos didn't worry.

"What's wrong?"

Reggie wished he could hug Carlos like he had hugged Julie just a few minutes ago. "I, uh . . . I gotta go."

"Oh. Where are you going? You're gonna be back, though, right?"

"I don't know." The first truth Reggie had spoken all night. "But I won't come back."

"Wh-- . . . oh." Carlos glanced down at the floor.

"Hey," Reggie said, crouching down. Carlos was looking down at him now. "You're gonna be okay."

"But what about you? Are you gonna be okay?"

Reggie shrugged. "I hope so. Maybe I'll see you again when you're all old and wrinkly."

"Ha ha." Carlos' tone was sarcastic, but his smile was genuine. His eyes widened and a gasp caught in his throat when Reggie wiped away the tears he didn't even notice. Without stopping to question it, Carlos threw his arms around Reggie's shoulders and held tight. "Do you have to go?"

The fragility of Carlos' croaked question set alight a small but agonizing flame in Reggie's chest. "I have to," he murmured, holding Carlos gently. "Alex and Luke are probably waiting for me."

"I don't want you to go."

"I know."

Reggie's entire body, save for the burning yet soothing sparks in his chest, felt numb. He had to glance over Carlos' shoulder to make sure he still had his arms. He moved to pull back so he could leave -- Carlos didn't have to see whatever crossing over looked like -- but Carlos wouldn't let go.

Reggie figured he would've been able to break out of Carlos' hold on a normal day. But today wasn't normal, was it?

"I have to go," Reggie said.

Carlos pretended he didn't hear it. "You're the best brother in the world."

Finally, Carlos let Reggie move back, but Reggie didn't stand or poof out. Instead, he gave Carlos a smile and wiped Carlos' wet cheeks. "Nah. You are. You're gonna look after Julie for us, aren't you?"

Carlos nodded. He refused to acknowledge the fact that he could see through Reggie. He was just tired and needed to go to bed, right?

"Julie belongs with the stars," Reggie said. "Take her to the moon for me, okay?"

"I'll try," Carlos told the empty kitchen. "I promise."

And then he wrapped his arms around himself and sat down on the floor as his small shoulders shook silently.

#julie and the phantoms #jatp #reggie peters #mara writes stuff #angst warning #this is very sad y'all #im so sorry #(no im not)

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(interview) w korea september issue 2020 — reptile

1. i was surprised to learn that this is your 13th year since debut. within a company, the years almost reflect the experience of a vice department head. that’s right. though there are things i’m seeing for the first time at this point, i think there’s a lot that has remained the same. shall i tell you something funny? early in the year, i transformed into my debut appearance from when i was 16 with a bowl haircut and had my picture taken. i put it up on instagram and as i watched my fans briefly mistake it for an old picture, i thought to myself ‘well at least my face hasn’t aged much yet.’ haha. 2. today, i get to meet one of the personalities i’ve been very curious about personally. how should i put it, you seem like a person who possesses a perfect narrative. oh my, thank you. 3. maturing steadily after debuting with shinee in middle school, you broke away from your image as the group’s youngest and instead donned the clothes of a solo musician. all 5 of your solo albums have been recorded as hits. now you are a member of superm that has gone global. even a narrative within a coming-of-age novel could not be as sturdy as this. when i look back on my life, i find it quite fascinating. i entered the company at the age of 13, and this year i turned 28. i’ve lived half of my life as a singer, i realise this when i think ‘i’ve run along the same path for a long time’. i think... i’ve been very greedy. it was through this greed that i was able to debut in a team called shinee, and consequently receive solo plans. once, producer lee sooman told me to bring him a recording of any pop song. wondering ‘what’s going on?’ i prepared for it and submitted, and soon after my solo album was released. thinking back, it must’ve been a test. i felt a sense of accomplishment in these things. that too very deeply, of course luck was on my side too. 4. a methodical company like sm couldn’t have proposed a solo career so lightly. there were a couple of tell-tale signs as far as i could tell. my singing parts were little during debut. after all taemin had the image of the one in charge of dancing. then my parts started to increase gradually, this could’ve been one of the signs. back in the day i used to stay back in the practice room till dawn. the employees working late would see me and the word probably went around. they must have felt sorry for me. a skinny boy practising by himself till dawn (laughs). 5. were you the type to stay back later than the rest in the practice room? i would go to the practice room as soon as we wrapped up our schedule. i’d practice till sunrise then return to the dorm and prepare for the next schedule immediately, i spent a long time doing this. 6. it was at the time of ‘sherlock’ in 2012 that your stage presence started to shine in shinee’s stages. thereafter, it seemed that you enjoyed your time on stage thoroughly. when did you begin to realise that only you were in command of your own stage? there were a couple of times... sherlock was one of them. sherlock was an album that came out when i was 20, right after becoming an adult, it was then my attitude towards performance changed. in those days i challenged myself to ‘not to do what was expected/fixed.’ usually our gestures at certain sections of the song are fixed beforehand, from sherlock onwards however i tried my hand at different things without reserve. it was my way of approaching the audience with sincerity, and my way of improving in the future. back then i would notice variations (in my performance) everyday when i monitored myself. 7. frankly, isn’t it difficult for someone to have made such a prominent leap? i think it might have been because of the long hiatus before sherlock. i was able to prepare well so my growth was likely more obvious when i stood on stage after a long time. how should i put it, my members were very stimulating for me. since the hyungs aren’t ordinary people (laughs). this is something i’m confident about, even if you say that most of the shinee members are main vocalists, none of us is inferior to the other, everyone is so talented. with these thoughts verbatim ‘i must survive in here,’ ‘i need to finish what i started,’ i practiced. i couldn’t not have made the leap with such stimulation and not to mention my greedy nature (laughs). spending time together with the members made me realise that we started to resemble each other in some aspects, thanks to them i was able to broaden my perspective and become aware of my undiscovered talents. 8. the prologue single ‘2 kids’ of your third album ‘never gonna dance again’ released in august. as i was listening to the song, i suddenly became curious about the lyricist and looked them up. my impression was that the language of the lyrics was raw and honest. the lyricist turned out to be you. my intention was to include everyday, colloquial speech. i’ve written poetic and abstract lyrics before, but while working on ‘2 kids’ i wanted the listeners to easily grasp the emotions at once. since i’ve released many songs like ‘danger’ with vivid concepts and sensual performances, i expected there to be some distance between me and the public. i found that i shouldn’t stray too far. in any case, i’m a pop singer. i thought to myself let’s meet the public halfway, and the result was the lyrics for ‘2 kids.’ it’s the brightest of all my title tracks (laughs). 9. i find two interesting points here. first, you are completely aware of your identity as a pop singer, second, to do that you work hard to keep close to the public. of course there are times when it doesn’t work out (laughs). for instance, when we’re deciding on the title track for a shinee album, my opinions always diverge from the members’. after listening to our fourth album title track ‘view,’ i said ‘no way, it can never be this!’ (laughs). what i’m after is, how shall i put it... there is a side to me that wants to experience things profoundly. for example, if i were to express love, instead of depicting it one-dimensionally, i’d prefer to do it maniacally. i like taking it one step further to appear twisted. 10. that’s amusing. it’s probably because i’ve seen your easy-going appearance on tv a lot, i would have never guessed for you to approach things ‘deeply’. profound people tend to be like that. ‘multi’ people are able to do several things at once, i can’t do that. i have to dig into things deeply at a time. that’s why when my members and i receive the same schedule notice, i’m the only one who always forgets it (laughs). 11. oho, this makes me curious about your taste in pop culture. i really like the british drama <black mirror>. i get hooked on the unusual. like mind-boggling things? i used to watch movies that weren’t popular because such movies are less likely to repeat contents that have already been consumed. but then i slowly began to enjoy light films as well. these days i leave a movie running in the background while i do other things. back when i would look for an independent film or thriller of my liking, i’d get extremely exhausted after watching it. they require so much focus that they sap my energy. 12. we were talking about lyrics but somehow ended up here (laughs). if you were given the opportunity to write lyrics again, what kind of story do you want the lyrics to convey? i like philosophical lyrics. for instance, a song called ‘soldier’ from my solo album deals with religious content, it varies from time to time of course but well if i were to write again... i think about this a lot these days. i want to change myself, i want to shake off my image uptil now and be reborn again. 13. why is that? i want a colour that is more concentrated and unique. as if i'm debuting again, i want to show something completely new that i had not before. 14. but aren’t your comebacks always novel? a musician like you who does diverse and experimental concepts is rare. is that so? sure the concepts are always new but... these days i think about how i want to change myself as a person from the very inside. instead of putting a facade on display, i have a thirst for wanting to show a more humane, genuine appearance. all humans experience moments of weakness and dysfunction. i think these moments definitely hold some beauty in them. the moment a person breaks down. it’s the only way one can get up and overcome difficulties again, i believe showing these sides of me, all of me, unabashedly is a path i need to walk as an artist now. 15. honestly, i’m excited for your third album because i heard this album reflects your ideas the most. what aspects of the production were different this time? firstly, i personally cast and liaised with the music video director. i thought it was important to work with the director one-on-one by keeping mediators to a minimum. through several meetings we mulled over every single thing like concept, outfit, hair and makeup. i offered my opinions too: ‘because i’m thinking of leaving a connecting link in the prologue, since there are two albums that would release following ‘2 kids,’ i want to drop certain keywords in the music video.’ fans usually call this a ‘bait’ (laughs). 16. the choreography stood out the most in the ‘2 kids’ music video. you weren’t simply moving to the rhythm, rather weren’t you moving your body guided by emotions? actually there were barely any plans to include dancing scenes. but i thought you never know so i quickly prepared a choreography the day before i left for paris. initially, i had a ‘dramatised’ (borrowing elements from drama) choreography in mind, but the director was expecting something modern. in the end, we expressed it well with a choreography that the director and i came up with after finding the perfect common ground. 17. personally i think a dramatised choreography would have been quite alright because ‘2 kids’ is a universal love song. i told the director i wanted to look miserable and pathetic through and through, like falling into a bottomless pit, wrecked, to be found waking up in the middle of the street, that would do too. why did i want to be that wrecked? i don’t know. there’s just a lot that exists within me. and i might have wanted to express that.... 18. with your first solo mini album <ace> you proved your grit as a solo musician to the public, and i believe your second album <move> reified your colour. i think taemin is a musician who doesn’t need to prove himself anymore. having reached this status, you’re releasing your next album <never gonna dance again>. did you ever think that this album could be it? rather, i hope that this album can be my ‘turning point.’ just as how it was during sherlock, i hope this time it changes my identity completely, as an individual and as a performer. people might like this album or find it mediocre, but i try not to care about these things now. 19. were you the type to stress over feedback? yes. because there are many people who are uncomfortable with change. but then i realised we’d never be able to free ourselves from within if we continued to be tied down. so now i’m trying to notice these things less. 20. have you ever had this thought? that looking back, the experimental has always revolved around you. as i said before, i think there is a lot of something within me (laughs). people have recognized that, there’s a lot i want to do. there is a greed for wanting to be different from others. it’s not that i want to ‘appear’ different but truly be different. 21. do you think there is an aspect of you that others can’t follow? i can’t seem to figure it out. i’m looking for it. however, my satisfaction level with myself tends to be low. and it’s something that has been guiding me till now. 22. what helps you recharge the most? i like lower-body bathing so much (laughs). as soon as i get into the bath, i automatically end up going ‘euu’ ‘aah.’ i soak my body completely, light up a scented candle, then let my body warm up like this. 23. while watching your vlog-like youtube content taem-log, i wondered ‘does he have an affinity for household goods?’ since the camera often captured your surroundings, i noticed pretty glasses and a colourful coffee machine adorning your cupboard. not at all. my mother did all of that (laughs). she’d say ‘this would suit taemin~’ then set it up prettily for display on the shelves. sometimes i do think i’d like to furnish my house with antiques if i were to move in the future. this is a bit funny but i find the houses in old horror movies so pretty. 24. i saw a bottle of moët & chandon in your refrigerator, is champagne your regular choice of alcohol? i rarely drink. i usually receive gifted alcohol quite a lot, it all goes to my father (laughs). my mother brought the moët & chandon and left it in there. i asked her to leave a pretty bottle in there at least for decoration purposes, so she probably brought it just for that? (laughs). 25. what kind of a person is 28-year-old taemin? i sort of want to set things ablaze. i want to put up a spectacular finale of the opening act. 26. how do you want to be remembered as a musician? as a great person. i say this knowing it sounds a bit grandiose but it’s my mission. 27. i can see it. the bigger you become the larger the impact you can have on society. i will become that person. so that many people can hear the message i want to convey.

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Kokichi, Kaede, Shuichi, and Kiibo X They/Them! Reader (Dream Soulmate AU!)

‘If it’s alright, how about a soulmate AU where the soulmates can occasionally meet in each other’s dreams, but can’t remember their soulmate’s identity when they wake up? w/ a curious, persistent, and thoughtful reader (they/them) and Kokichi(!!!), Kaede, Shuichi, and Kiibo please u///u thank you for all of your amazing work! ♡’

I am back from the dead. After three months of silence, I am back. I have a cosplay Tiktok now. Anyone want it? Story under the tag!

Kokichi

When in dreams with your soulmate, you know everything about them, but when you wake up, you have barely a hint

A voice, a scent, a first name if you’re extremely lucky

And for you...

You had that laugh

The laugh that this boy (it was a boy, right?) had that rang in your head everyday, awake or otherwise

You of course asked him a plethora of questions, but could never remember the answers

That didn’t stop you though, each night you fruitlessly searched

It haunted you, in a way

You had a small book younger you swore to fill with all of the things you could remember from those nights

Yet all you had written was ‘purple’ and ‘laugh’.

You asked all of your friends if they knew anyone with the two specific characteristics, but no one knew, or were too busy with their own hunts

You sat outside the small cafe, taking a sip of your cold drink to balance the warm day

This is where you sat when you thought, as no one approached you and that gave you time to think

And today you sat, book in hand to try and figure out the clues your brain has so helpfully left you

But the words seemed to be a mess of nothing mixed with more nothing

“For the last time I’m not getting you the unicorn drink.” A stern and possibly annoyed voice rang from inside the shop, radiating out of the open door

“But I really want it!!”

“You got it last time and hated it.”

“But I want it!”

‘Children’, you thought. ‘Never wanna be wrong.’

After what sounded like a little hushed arguing, you grateful for the litttle quiet, the two seemed to hash out a deal

“Fine. Unicorn drink.”

“Knew you’d crack.” Followed by a distinct laugh

That child is a little- wait.

Quickly standing up, rattling the table a bit, you leaned into the doorway

A small teen balanced out next to a taller one, both donning grey and purple hair respectively-

“Wait.”

You must’ve said that a little bit louder than expected as the few people in the shop looked your way

You kept your eyes on the short purple boy, until your eyes locked with his

And the memories suddenly came flooding back

All of the dreams you shared, the laughs, the arguments, the plans you two made for when you found each other, it all came forward

“...it’s you..”

The boy’s surprised face, probably from seeing all of these memories as well, turned into a grin one could only describe as childish

“Shuichi!! My soulmate is right there! And they’re more attractive than Kaede!”

This earned the boy a shove, coincidentally in your direction

He stepped closer, a slightly more serious look on his face

“So, I’m Kokichi! Who are you, how are you, and what’s your blood type?”

“Uh, Y/n L/n, I’m good, actually, and...b positive?”

The boy, Kokichi as it was, cracked a smile, looking slightly down at you

“Well, this should be an interesting development!”

“What do you mean?”

The boy suddenly took your hand. With a smile Kokichi started to drag you off, leaving his friend behind

”we gotta go boast to Miu that I got a hot soulmate!”

“W-What?!”

Kaede

Every since you started dreaming of your soulmate, everyone has noticed how refreshed you had been

Some people fought with their soulmates, earning them the feeling of nightmares or never sleeping when they wake up

And although you can’t exactly remember what happens in your dreams, you can tell how serene it is

Faint hints of vanilla and the sound of a piano being played, is what you would describe your dreams as

Everyone said you were lucky to have such dreams that refresh you each morning

But you secretly wished for a little more

People always believed the idea that the more outgoing your soulmate was, the more you could remember when you woke up

And you, you could only remember classical music

It didn’t bother you much, as you knew for sure you had a soulmate, and a possibly famous one, as your friends always teased you about

So as payback, you dragged them to every recital you could find in the area, forcing them to watch the pianist with you in hopes it was your soulmate

Yet you never found them, until you transferred schools

First day at hopes peak high-school, as a reserve course student

The uproar of bullying towards reserve students had died down before you transferred, luckily, but some still picked on the kids who got in without a talent

You had been amazed at all of the talented people in the school, gawking at all of their talents whenever they showed off for you

You were especially interested in all of the musical talents, as your soulmate had planted an appreciation for music in you

When you heard of an ultimate musician, you had a small thought wondering if she might be your soulmate, but that idea was quickly tossed when you saw how intense her personality was

You would definitely have remembered that

When you met her, you told her of your situation in passing, and your soulmate troubles seemed to stick in her mind

“I know every musical talent there is here! I can totally hook up my bud with a cute player!”

She began introducing you to every person who’s talent had to do with music, yet none seemed to be a match

It had turned to months of being at the school with no luck

‘Maybe my soulmate is just a normal person with a knack for piano...’ you thought as you laid on one of the benches in the school garden, arm over your eyes to block the sun

You let your mind wander, listening to the noises of nature, the water from the nearby fountain, and the kids chatting as they walked past

You were almost asleep when you heard it

A soft humming voice, humming a small tune that sounded extremely familiar

Quickly moving your arm from your face, you sat up to see a blonde walking past, slightly swaying her head to the beat of the humming

“H-hey!”

You jumped up and grabbed her shoulder, the girl turning around surprised

“Yes?”

“I just wanted to know...what’s the name of the song you’re humming?”

“Oh, it’s Minuet in F Major!” The girl said with a slight smile

Finally putting a name to the song you’ve heard so much in your dreams, you smiled back before continuing

“So, uh, this might sound weird, but I hear that song in my dreams a LOT, so I was wondering if you played piano or something?”

She gave a gasp before her eyes lit up

“I do, and I play this in my dreams for my soulmate!” She stuck out her hand. “I’m Kaede Akamatsu, Ultimate Pianist!”

Taking her hand, you smiled at her once more. “I’m so glad to finally meet you!”

“So am I! What’s your name?”

“Y/n”

“That’s a nice name!”

“Thank you! I’ve actually been looking for my soulmate since I came to this school, but none of the other talents have been a match”

“What bad timing!” She said with a laugh. “I’ve been out of country for the last few months playing in a championship!”

Kaede grabbed your hand, cupping it into hers

“I’m so glad I finally get to meet you, Y/n! My friends are gonna be so excited to meet you!”

As she began to drag you away you smiled at her, knowing how serene your life was going to be from now on, awake or not.

Shuichi

You had a great memory

You remembered a lot of things about your soulmate, their black hair, their strange hobbies, and the stories of their friends

Yet you could not find them /anywhere/

You first started searching for just people with black hair that matched your age, but that quickly turned out to be impossible

So you started looking for people with his hobbies, that many teens couldn’t be interested in murders, or mysteries, right?

Wrong

So you began to look for people who were possibly his friends, but that was near impossible as well, seeming as they didn’t go to your school and you couldn’t wander onto another campus

You closed the book you wrote all of your clues in, the entire thing filled with scribbles and ink smudges, writing and clues only you could understand

You were walking home from school that day, a few textbooks as well as your notebook being carried in your arms as your bag was already full from the other assignments given to you

You looked at your watch, realizing the time you spent searching for your soulmate after class meant you had minutes to reach your bus

Picking up speed, you began to run, trying to get to the bus stop in time, paying attention to only your pace and the seconds ticking by

Running past a small patch of construction, you didn’t notice the patch of newly broken sidewalk, tripping on a larger piece of cement

Preparing to hit the dirt you braved yourself, closing your eyes

But you fell into something on the way down, taking it with you

Opening your eyes, you saw a boy on the ground next to you, a schoolboy by the looks of all of the books scattered along yours

“Omigosh, I’m so sorry!” You began scrambling to pick up your things

Adjusting his collar, the boy helped you as well as picked up his

“It’s completely fine,” he gave you a smile but you didn’t see it as you were looking for your journal

Spotting it you picked it up, managing all of your books into a carry-able pile

“Do you need any help? I’m shui-“

“I got it, but thank you! I have to run now!”

Giving him a small smile you began to run again, leaving the boy and his belongings behind

You had managed to catch your bus and your breath, and soon got home

Dropping your books onto your desk, you let out a sigh or relief as your arms stretched, joints popping slightly from being in the position for so long

Having nothing to do, you decided to look through your journal again, hoping that maybe you could piece something together

Picking it up you laid down and opened it, ready to decipher your cryptic dreams

But this wasn’t your handwriting

Scanning the pages, you analyzed the small and neat handwriting

‘Curious, rambles a bit’ ‘lots of jokes, I think (your hair color) hair?’ ‘Bubbly, but also dark at moments’ ‘I can’t find them, so I don’t think they go to Hopes Peak with me’

You kept looking at the book, wondering what had happened to it. Did you accidentally grab his? What were the odds that he was your soulmate, and had the same exact journal, for the same exact reason?

Extremely improbable, but by the looks of what was in your hands, completely possible

You continued reading the book, searching for clues to his identity

‘Kaito said that I should just remember harder. He doesn’t get that that doesn’t work because he’s known his soulmate since before dreaming of them’

A kaito...wait you’ve heard this name somewhere

Opening your phone you googled the name Kaito, paired with Hopes Peak

You found headline after headline about the famed teen who is becoming the youngest astronaut in history

Scrolling through some articles on the page, you passed one that was headed with a group picture, labeled as Kaito and his friends

And in that photo, albeit somewhat in the corner, was the boy you ran into earlier

Solidifying where the boy went, as well as his friend group, you closed the book and left your home, looking up the address for the boys school

By the time you got there, classes had ended for the day, kids swarming to go home or meet up with friends

You sat in the front of the school for a few minutes until you saw a familiar head of spiky purple hair

“Hey!” You ran towards him, stopping in front of him. “Sorry, are you Kaito?”

“Yeah dude!” He threw a thumbs up, winking at you. “Is there anything you need?”

“Well um, I ran into a kid- I think he’s your friend? He wears the grey suit and hat?”

“Yeah, that’s Shuichi! I was just about to meet up with him. Whadya need?”

“Shuichi...” you finally put a name to the boy. “Well...! I found his notebook and, I think he might be my soulmate?” You confessed, the last part of your sentence sped up in uncertainty

At this, Kaito lit up, grabbing your arm

“As a matter of fact, you are strangely similar to what he describes in his dreams! Cmon, I’ll take you to him!”

Before you could protest he dragged you off into town

He pulled you to the shopping district, entering into a small cafe close to where you and Shuichi first met

You eyed the patrons, finding the boy immediately in the back

“Shuichi!” Kaito boomed, causing you to wince as he dragged you to the table he occupied

“Ah-kaito! Who uh, did you bring?”

“This is...uh...”

“Y/n...”

“Y/n!” Kaito slapped you on the back. “They’re your soulmate!”

Both of you faltered at the sudden statement, looking at each other with surprise in your eyes

“My...soulmate?” The boy in front of you finally said before pulling out a notebook from his book bag

“So this must be yours?” Shuichi handed you the book, and you recognized it as your own journal

“Yes!” You flipped through it, glad to see it unharmed. “So, this one must be yours?”

You returned his identical journal, not missing the flash of joy in his eyes as he grazed his fingertips on the spine “oh, thank you!”

You two stared at each other for a moment, taking in the idea of finally finding your soulmate when a hand was clasped on both of your shoulders

“So!” Boomed Kaito. “Are you two going to have a date now or what?”

“Uh, yeah...yeah!” Shuichi spoke, softly grabbing your empty hand. “I want to learn more about the one I’m going to spend the rest of my life with.”

The soft smile he flashed caused your heart to skip a beat. “Yeah...I’d love that.”

Kiibo

Everyone rumors of the very unlucky few who don’t meet their soulmates in their dreams

Some say they’re doomed for a life of loneliness, while others hypothesize that they will be matched with another dreamless person

Yet these people were rare, almost never heard of, so no one worried

But when you realized you never once glimpsed a potential soulmate in your dreams, you panicked

Was it just a late start? Was your soulmate dead? Were you defective?

You kept your worries to yourself, opting to tell people vague answers when asked about your dreams

You didn’t want to be pitied, you wanted to feel loved

You knew it was fruitless, but you knew that some people who were known to not have dreams of their soulmates found them anyways, but that was just a rumor

Still, the idea that possibly, just possibly, you could figure out someone is your soulmate without a dream kept hope in your soul

You happened to find a few people who were dreamless, who told you that when they found their soulmates, it was a feeling rather than a vision

With this hope in your heart, you continued your life, everyday praying that a new encounter would lead to that one person meant for you

And while it never did, you kept your head high

Until your little brothers drone broke while he was playing with it in the backyard, accidentally flying it into a tree and snapping some wiring in it

our parent had asked you to take it to a local repair shop to see if I was worth it to repair it instead of just buying another one

So you went, begrudgingly, to a downtown store that had confirmed over a phone call that they could fix the problem

When you got there however, you noticed smoke coming out of the building, and gasped at the idea of a fire happening

However, there were no flames in sight, nor panicking citizens or firemen

Cautiously, you walked in

Inside was a worker, the one you spoke to on the phone, you assumed

And with him was a...boy?

Smoke was pouring from the boys arm, as well as sporadic sparks here and there

The chime of the door opening must’ve alerted the two, as they turned to look at the new arrival

“You must’ve called about the drone,” the worker said with a small smile, eyeing the toy in your hands. “I’ll be right with you after helping this gentleman”

However, his words fell on deaf ears as you stared at the smoking customer, who stared back in return

Your vision felt blurry, yet somehow crystal clear

A sense of weightlessness washed over you as the boys eyes lit up, quite literally

And then his arm gave a small burst of sparks that caught into a small fire

The worker rushed to put out the fire on the teens arm as you absentmindedly walked over to him

“Did you...feel that?”

“I think so,” the boy said nervously, eyes shifting around your figure. “I’ve never felt an emotion like that before. Or an emotion in general.”

You gave a small giggle, causing the boy to again physically light up at your reaction, and again spark his arm

“Oh, I’m sorry!” You said, cheeks reddening. “It’s just...”

“I’m your soulmate.”

Taken aback by what the boy so calmly said, you gave him a bewildered look

“I mean,” the boy started again, as the worker tried to quickly fix his arm, probably in fear of his workshop burning down. “I just have a lot of data on how dreamless people find their soulmates, since technically I can’t dream...”

It made sense, his train of thought. As you looked over it was easy to tell he wasn’t really human. It didn’t freak you out however, as the feeling of simply finding the one for you made all of the worries in the back of your mind go away

The atmosphere settled into an awkward silence as you stared at each other, until the worker closed the boys arm with a clang

“There, done! Now please, leave before my shop burns down...”

He turned to leave, but turned back to you

He spit a piece of paper from his mouth, and you noticed it had a phone number on it

“Call me sometime, I am quite literally my own phone so I won’t miss it.”

You gave another small laugh before pocketing the slip of paper

“Thank you, uh...”

“Kiibo.”

“Thank you, Kiibo”

I will probably disappear for another 3 months, so nag me to write!

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yupitsbambi · 4 years

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Wildflower | Lucifer | Heart Ache Mixtape | Part 1

S O N G : S E L F I S H - Madison Beer

This is the first addition to my Heart Ache Mixtape series!! I’m a slut for aesthetic photos and fanatsizing about my boys while blasting tunes. All of these fics will be based off of a song on my playlist, but not all of them will be angst, though my hand might slip. Buckle up beauties!

P L O T : MC has been in the Devildom for almost two years now, and has been hopelessly in love with our devilishly handsome Lucifer. However, after being ditched yet again on New Years so Lucifer can go entertain Diavolo’s guests, MC has finally reached her breaking point.

W O R D C O U N T: 6k!!! (Wtf)

W A R N I N G S: Fem! Reader. ANGST! Arguements. Detached lover. Heartbreak. Cursing probably. Abandonment issues. Toxic relationships..

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

PS: I tried to avoid using “she” as much as possible- so if you’re non-binary or just a guy who’s down to wear a dress and heels, this should still be readable!

10:20 AM-

Waking up in an empty bed was never a good surprise.

When you rolled over, reaching aimlessly for the DDD you were sure you had left charging on your nightstand, the cool sheet glossed over your skin causing a shiver to roll through your spine. Yet another reminder of the lack of your boyfriend's warm torso next to you. How great.

It wasn’t as if this was an unusual occurrence. Lucifer had made a habit of drifting back towards his study in the early hours of the morning, unable to let the paperwork stew in his mind any longer. It had been months since you had woken up in your lovers embrace- after all, duty called.

Unlocking your phone screen you were greeted with another unwelcome scene- not a single text from him. At least you had a few other notifications to entertain yourself: Majolish’s latest drop, an alert that your Akuzon package had shipped, and of course, a few messages from your favorite brothers.

“Happy New Years Eve!!!” A text from Asmo read, along with a photo of himself with a breakfast mimosa. You smiled softly to yourself, knowing he was probably holed up in his closet right now, preparing himself for his extraness of the celebration tonight. You figured you would join him once you were up and feeling like a human again- he had told you he had a ‘very special’ outfit in order for you tonight, and wouldn’t let you get out of a good pregame and prep with him. After all, a mimosa didn’t sound half bad.

“Save one for me!” you replied, sending a kissing Demoji back his way. While you were waiting for his response, you swiped your way to your next text.

“Hey human, don’t forget about the Gala tonight. Do you know what you’re wearing yet?” Mammon’s contact image grinned up at you from the top of your screen. As if you could forget about that damn Gala… Lucifer had been prepping it for the past few weeks now. The extra load had done nothing but sour his mood and pry you away from him, always claiming that Diavolo was relying on him to make this the biggest bash so far, and that he would have to take a rain check on whatever plans you had made. Trying not to let the bitterness wash over you, you quickly busted out a reply.

“Not yet, but I’m sure Asmo has something planned. What about you?” Mammon was already typing almost as soon as you hit send.

“Bout to look as sexy as ever, dropped a pretty penny on a new suit. Almost killed me though, but DAMN am I gonna look fine.” Another grin graced your cheeks.

“I’m sure you will, Mamoney.”

“Wear that gold necklace I like, then we can match.”

“I’ll try and convince Asmo to fit that into my wardrobe, but no guarantees. You know how he is. I can’t get a word in when he has a plan in mind for my outfit.”

“You’ll figure it out.”

Just as you were about to respond, another message came through, halting your speeding fingers.

“By the way, Lucifer asked me to drive you tonight, and to keep you entertained, or somthin. So meet me in my room after getting ready. So don’t take too long doing your fancy shit, im not trying to be late and get my ass torn into.”

Of course. Why would Lucifer, your boyfriend, make time to escort you to the dance? He was busy with more important things. Like always. You thought back to earlier this week, when you had gone to his room after dinner in an attempt to get some alone time with your now-absentee lover.

———

You were sitting crosslegged on his bed, watching him drone over some paperwork for the hundredth time. The perfectionism in him could not be stopped, be it hell or high water. While you gazed at him solemnly, he finally acknowledged your presence, voice cutting through the air sharply.

“Just so you’re aware, I will likely be busy the night of the party. Diavolo has some very important guests coming, and it will be my job to host them. Am I clear?”

His final statement sent a cold blade right through your heart. You understood he had responsibilities, and you would never want to get in the way of that. You were always there to support him, and your patience had been unwavering so far. Although you visited him for your needs, just a little love, you never pushed him to abandon his work. And here he was, acting as if you were a spoiled, needy brat, like you were going to throw a fit at the slightest diversion of his attention.

You spoke slowly and methodically, serious tinging the edge of your words.

“Firstly, please don’t speak to me like I’m one of your brothers. I respect your boundaries, and your work, and have never once attempted to cross the lines you have set for us.”

With a sigh, he hung his head in exhaustion. Dropping the pen he was gripping onto his desk, he swiveled the chair toward you, now looking directly into your rosed face. His silence told you to continue, so you surged foreword.

“Secondly, I will not bother you on New Years. I know this is important to you. I know that’s why you’ve been so distant, and even cold to me, recently. But I have one request.”

“Which is?” He prompted softly, resting his head on his laced fingers. Warm red eyes watched you intently.

“It’s a tradition in the human world to share a kiss with the one you love on midnight. It’s a promise of prosperity, and love, and hope for a new beginning. I would appreciate it if you could find me before the clock chimes, spend a minute of your time with me, to celebrate us for a moment.” Your voice began to crack, and you leaned your head foreword so he wouldn’t see the tears welling up in your eyes. “I don’t ask much of you, Lucifer. I’m only asking for a minute of your time. I just want to have that one moment of happiness, just for us.”

The silence echoed through the room again. You could hear the sound of him breathing, matched with your ragged ones as you attempted to choke the tears back down into your throat. You didn’t want to cry over him- over this. After a moment, a soft clack of his shoes across the floor joined the chorus you two had created.

A soft gloved hand reached under your chin, gently gliding your face to look up at him. You could see the warmth in his gaze as he stared at you, frustration having melted away with your pleas. Now it only held the kind adoration you were used to seeing in Lucifer- your old Lucifer. Watching it made you ache for the days when he would look at you like that while you were snuggled up together, drunk on nothing but each other.

“Don’t cry, my dove.” His thumb brushed a hot tear from your cheek. “I understand I have not been myself recently, have been to selfish in my pursuits and mindless of your needs. I will make it up to you, I promise.” He leaned foreword and pressed a feather light kiss against your forehead. The butterflies in your chest that you could only associate with him began to stir again, wings rusty from lack of use, but not frozen yet. “If it’s important to you, it’s important to me. I will be there at midnight, my dear.”

He reached his hands underneath your knees and lifted you gently into his chest, holding you as if you were made of glass and might shatter any second. You curled tightly into the embrace, nuzzling into his strong shoulder and grasping tightly ahold of his shirt.

“Let’s go to bed now. You have nothing to worry about when you’re with me. I will take care of everything.”

Before you drifted off to sleep, now tucked tightly in his arms, he placed another soft kiss against the back of your neck, right behind your earlobe. The drowsiness was washing over you in waves, the exhaustion of finally letting your emotions flow, and being back where you belonged, tucked tightly into his embrace, was begging to pull you into a deep, relaxing slumber. “I love you, MC. Please don’t forget that.”

——-

12:30 PM

Once you had composed yourself and showered, you made your way to Asmos room. You had barely knocked on the door before it swung open and a perfectly manicured hand had grabbed your wrist and pulled you inside, nearly causing you to trip over your feet and bring both you and your assailant toppling.

“Woah there, tiger!” You laughed as Asmo plopped you down on his plush comforter and forced a freshly bubbling mimosa into your hand. He stood back, grin wide and arms open as if to say ‘yeah, you fucking know I’m the best!’

“I’ve really outdone myself this time.” He chimed, settling his hands on his hips. When you looked at him skeptically, he waved you away, turning back towards his closet. “No, seriously, I should win an award or something. You, darling, are about to be the talk of the town tonight! I knew I was a genius, but who knew I could pull this off-“

“Okay, okay,” you chuckled, taking a sip out of the cold flute in your hand. “We get it, you’re a savant, an icon, revolutionary-“

“Don’t forget devilishly handsome!” He cooed back, digging through his endless closet before pulling out a long white dress bag.

“-and devilishly handsome.” You finished, smiling. “Now can I see the dress?”

Settling a hip on his slender waist and holding the dress bag up in the air, he frowned at you. “You know, I should give you a lesson about how patience is a virtue, and whatnot,” You cocked an eyebrow at him skeptically. Virtues weren’t exactly what these boys were known for. “But I can’t wait either!”

He reached up and pulled the zipper down the front, and an audible gasp escaped your throat, completely stunned by its contents. The hand that wasn’t holding your champagne shot to your mouth, and you stared up at him in awe.

“Asmo… I don’t even know what to say. It’s gorgeous.”

“You can say I’m the best!” A welcome giggle left as you beamed up at him.

“When you’re right, you’re right!” You admitted, shaking your head. “You really are the best, Asmo.”

“Okay, okay, now let’s hurry and get your hair and skin prepped. This is about to be an all day affair, so let me know when you need your next glass and prepared to be pampered by the finest demon in all of the Devildom.”

——

6:30 PM

After a few hours of doing your hair, makeup, nails, and a few more glasses of champagne, you made your way over to Mammon’s room at last. With a soft rap on his door and a “Come on in, dummy!” You entered.

Mammon was currently preening himself in the mirror, fluffing his hair the way you knew he thought looked just right. When he caught a glimpse of you in the mirror, he spun on his heels so fast it nearly caused him to trip, as if to make sure what he had seen in the reflection wasn’t some mysterious illusion.

“Holy shit-“ he croaked, coughing in his elbow to clear his throat. “You look fucking amazing.” You watched a blush slowly rise up his throat as he caught himself. He stood up straighter and attempted to compose back to his normal, detached (rude) demeanor- the tsundere wall breaking only for a moment.

“I mean, for a human, ya know. By Devildom standards you might as well be wearing dishrags, but cant blame you for that.” You laughed warmly, knowing that Mammon’s original reaction was the only one you could take seriously. After almost two years of living with your best friend, you’ve learned not to take his insults to heart.

“You don’t look half bad yourself, Mammon. I dig the suit.” Instantly, you watched pride course through his veins at your compliment. It was true, he did look absolutely gorgeous as always- his snowy hair matched the white tailored fabric of his suit, carefully engrained with gold, spiraling details. The pale tones matched beautifully with his tan skin, the gold bringing out the yellow flecks in his eyes. His undershirt was unbuttoned so you could see the toned muscles on his chest, and a golden chain hung gracefully on his collarbones.

“I do look pretty damn good, don’t I?”

“You always do Mam, that’s your blessing and your curse.” You reached down to fiddle with the clutch Asmo had given you, an ornately detailed square bag covered in what looked like real crystals. The diamonds matched the rhinestones on the base of your long, nude nails, which Asmo had so painstakingly done himself. “Are you ready to go?”

Mammon strode foreward and grabbed his keys from behind you, jangling them loudly for good measure. You grinned, happy to at least have someone escorting you tonight. “Let’s blow this popsickle stand!” He called, already out the door. You followed dutifully, shutting the door behind you and racing after Mammon towards the garage.

“Wait up!”

“You better hurry up, human! I heard there’s caviar at this party, and I am not about to wait for you and let Beel get to the snack table first!”

——

8:12 PM

You had seen Diavolo’s castle before, even for some incredible occasions, but never like this.

A red carpet was laid down across the steps leading towards the ballroom, padding the clacking of your heels as you hoisted yourself to the entrance. Two gigantic marble doors had been propped open, allowing you view into the most gorgeously decorated room you had ever seen. Across the ceiling hung a chandelier that glistened in the golden light, reflecting small beams across the entire dance floor. The marble columns had been draped in shimmering fabrics, and small crystal drops had been suspended from the ceiling, adding to the glimmering ambiance. Above the throne was a giant gilded clock, golden hands slowly counting down towards midnight.

You took note of the princes guests, all inhumanly beautiful and donned in sharp fitting formal ware, chatted with each other over glasses of the finest liquor money had to offer. As you walked last the doorman, he nodded, and you bowed in thanks. It had taken a while, but the guards had begun to recognize you as a regular, and you were no longer bothered about your attendance, but greeted as welcome guest.

Immediately as you entered the threshold, you were ambushed by one your fellow housemates, striding over to say hello to you and Mammon. The demon raised the hand holding the cocktail in recognition to you, the other green tipped fingers tucked snugly into his robe.

“You glow up nicely, MC.” Satan greeted, flashing his signature grin. It was still difficult for you to tell when his smile was faked and when it was real, but you were learning slowly.

“Are you trying to say I don’t always look like I spent 5 hours being Asmo’s personal dress up doll?” you put your hand against your chest, feigning offence. Satan chuckled slightly, and you watched the humor meet his eyes.

“Whatever Asmo did, he did a great job.” The handsome blonde turned to glance at Mammon, who had been standing guard behind you. You recalled one time a few months ago when you and Mammon had gone shopping, Mammon had surged ahead while excitedly mumbling something about ‘a place where he can get his sunglass rims gold plated’. In his overt excitement, your protector had been completely, blissfully unaware of the struggle that was going on behind him between you and a pair of twin demons, who had managed to get a disgusting claw over your mouth and were now dragging you away. He had come to his senses eventually, once your scent had grown suspiciously weak (thankfully!), and now refused to let you out of his sight at any particular outing.

“If you’re on guard duty tonight, you’re going to have your work cut out. Try not to let them get stolen away, would you? That would put quite the damper on the party.”

Mammon’s face flushed red with annoyance. “I’m not about to let em get napped, dickbag!” he flung his hands up in frustration, much to Satan’s amusement. “I’ll have ya know, they’re definitely the safest with me. If it was any of you watching over em, then I’d be worried!”

Another three or four almost-disasters flashed through your mind, but said nothing. Mammon always managed to get you back eventually.

“Whatever you say, StupidMammon.” Before the pale haired demon could retort, Satan turned his gaze back on you. “Diavolo was just asking where you were. He’s over by the throne, and I’m sure he’ll be excited to see you.”

“Thank you, I’ll be sure to pay him a visit. Come see me again later?” You offered, happy to see yet another familiar face.

“Of course. And if Mammon gets on your nerves at all tonight, come find me.”

“Will do!” you grinned, and heard your demon aggressively scoff behind you.

“Hey! Where do you get off saying shit like that? They couldn’t EVER be annoyed by the Great Mammon!”

“Come on, Mammoney,” you swiveled to beam at him. His eyebrows were scrunched in aggravation, and you almost giggled. He reminded you of a spoiled child who didn’t get his favorite toy, and it was simulatiously annoying to deal with and adorable to watch. “I’d like to go see Diavolo.” He “humphed” emphatically and crossed his arms roughly over his chest, still upset by the implication that you would ever be bothered in his presence.

“Pleeeeeeeeease?” Setting a hand on his bicep, you tried batting your eyes at him. He ignored you, turning his head away. You knew he was weak for your puppy dog eyes, which you often employed in times of need or stubbornness, and he desperately attempted to avoid. “Aww, come on, Mammoney. You know I could never get annoyed by my first man.” Watching his nose stain with pink, he shrugged his shoulders dramatically, slowly letting down his defenses.

“Fine,” he conceded, throughing his hands into the air in exasperation. You grasped his elbow, pulling it down to entwine it with you own. You were going to need stability to get up those stairs, and were very thankful for the support of the fluffy haired boy next to you. “Let's go see em. But if you think I care if you get swooped away by some lesser demon after that remark, you’d be mistaken!”

—-

9:03-

Arm and arm, you approached the throne, hiking the edge of your dress up to keep from tripping over your toes. You took your time to decipher a path through the laughing and twirling couples. Feeling a few of their glares burrowing into you, you forced your back straighter and held your head higher. Nobody would attack you at Diavolo’s party, you were sure of that- but you still refused to show any hint of weakness to the assailants. It wasn’t in anyone’s benefit for you to cower and snivel and hide away from their gaze.

When Diavolo caught sight of you making your way toward him, he politely halted his conversation with whatever noble he had been talking to and turned to you, arms wide and grinning up to his eyes.

“My favorite exchange student has arrived, at last!” He chimed as you neared him. You let go of the hem and grinned knowingly at the king, curtsying in gratefulness at his warm welcoming.

“I’m your only exchange student now, your Majesty.” Rising to your feet, you smirked knowingly at the prince. “I appreciate the compliment, however.” Diavolo’s grin was infectious as always, breaking you out in a wide smile from ear to ear. His charm was certainly unmatched.

“Will you ever stop calling me ‘Your Majesty?’” The handsome royal frowned playfully. His well groomed crimson hair let loose a lock of hair, which he pushed knowingly back. “You make me sound like such an old bag.” You chuckled warmly.

“You are an old bag though, your highness.” He sighed, shaking is head in acknowledgement.

“I suppose you’re right.” A glimmer caught in his eye as he took you in once more. “You are ravishing as always, but tonight you look exceptionally radiant. To what do I owe the pleasure?”

You glanced down at yourself, appreciating for the umptenth time that evening how intricately your outfit had been designed. Red bottomed glittery heels helped your legs look like they stretched on forever, silver strings weaving around your calves and up to your thighs, pulling the eyes upward. The dress Asmo had donned you in was ‘one of a kind,’ he claimed- designed by Giani Versace in an exclusive deal with the demon ‘to avoid endless eons of torture via the pits of hell.’ You had laughed at the time, but you didn’t know if you should’ve taken him seriously or not- the dress was so completely stunning in a way you could potentially see as being unholy. It had two diamond bespeckled straps that led down into a deep V across your chest, then folding in to wrap around your stomach and sinch your waist into an hourglass. The fabric then settled on your hips, flowed down your legs, and split at the top of the thigh, exposing one leg to the evening air. The whole thing looked like it had been made of stars, the material glimmering even more in the reflection of the chandelier and the warm light cast by the lanterns on the walls.

A pink speckled your cheeks as your turned you gaze back on the prince,a surge pride following closely behind. “I heard this was supposed to be your greatest bash so far. I figured I should dress accordingly.”

“Well, you do look absolutely stunning, darling.” Diavolo reached forward and grabbed your hand in his warm grasp, pulling it forward to his lips.

Once he had risen, he flashed you a smile containing rows of bright white teeth, and then turned back to the company which he had previously been attending to. “Everyone, I would like to introduce you to my honored guest, MC. They’re a human currently residing with us in the Devildom.” He took your hand gingerly in his again, and began to lightly guide you to the small crowd of 6-8 people. “Please, allow me to introduce you.”

———-

10:56 PM

The nobles were surprisingly polite and gracious in your presence. You exchanged names and stories, laughing cumulatively at the prince's occasional jest. One of the women- a lengthy, ethereal Succubi- introduced herself as Amadorra. Her pale blue dress looked heavenly against her dark skin, golden eyes catching in the light and sparking like flecks of precious metal in a riverbank. She had left her partners side to join you at yours, leaning in and making several quips at the crowds expense and earning as many hushed chuckles in return. You didn’t have many, if any, female friends in the Devildom, and your heart warmed at the thought of her graciousness in offering that to you.

“So,” she grinned mischievously, flashing a pair of pearly canines, “which one is yours?” She glanced at the crowd, gesturing to where a few of your demons had gathered. You could see Mammon’s hair flopping wildly as he gestured something at Belphie, obviously annoyed by whatever the dark haired demon had said to tease him. You smiled softly to yourself. Satan leaned up against a nearby wall, enjoying the show, while Levi was crouched down next to him, deep in some game on his portable Snitch console. Beelzebub was still gathering stuff from the buffet, and you could see shocks of pink hair whizzing through the crowd as Asmo entertained his many suitors on the dance floor.

You took a sip of your wine.

“Who says I’m anyone’s?” You questioned playfully. She smirked back, eyes twinkling.

“Oh, honey. No one like you could stay single in the Devildom for long.” A blush creeped into your cheeks at her compliment, but you shrugged it off. Sighing dramatically, you gave in.

“Fine, you caught me.” You pushed the hair off your shoulders, and she raised her chin in victory.

“But, it’s none of the above,” you corrected, gesturing to your housemates. She raised a perfectly groomed eyebrow.

“Oh, is that so?”

“That it is, beauty. My significant other is off entertaining some of Diavolo’s finest for the evening.” It was your turn to raise your head in pride, although you can’t say it didn’t sting to admit out loud that Lucifer wasn’t beside you. She seemed to pick up on this, and clicked her tongue softly in disapproval.

“When you look like that?” Her gold fingernails gestured up and down at your extravagant dress. You confessed you were a bit annoyed that, after all of the four hours it had taken you to squeeze into this thing, endure the treatments from Asmodeus, and make sure not a hair was out of place he still hadn’t seen you, you didn’t want the hurt to show through. You had more pride than that.

“His loss.” You tutted, draining your glass. You looked over your shoulder thoughtfully. “Speaking of, I haven’t seen him all night. I wonder where he’s off to.”

“Tall? Dark? Annoyingly handsome? Looks like he’s disapproving of your very existence always?” Amadorra questioned, counting off traits on her manicured claws.

“Yup, that would be him.” You sighed, glancing back at the brunette. She eyed you thoughtfully. You wondered briefly if she was telepathic, her golden irises burrowing into your soul.

“I believe he’s escorting a witch named Bella through the castle currently.” The demon flicked her hand, and you swore you watched more wine appear in her cup. When you looked inquisitively at her, she flicked a finger at yours, and you watched a sparkling liquid fill up your flute. Nifty trick. “She asked him to show her around after our original tour. Apparently she was interested in some of the old paintings, but it sounded like a pass if I’ve ever heard one.”

You felt a heat fill your chest, jealousy bubbling just beneath the surface. Of course, you thought bitterly. He’s with some witch right now, cause that’s where his priorities lie. Instead of being here with me. You choked down the agitation, refusing to let the emotion take hold of you. Envy was Levi’s thing, and he could have it. Green wasn’t your color, anyway.

An huff left your chest and you glanced at the girl before you, but she just help her hands up in surrender. “I just tell it like I see it.” Pushing your hair up, you smiled gratefully at her. She had been sweet and kept you engaged for most of the evening, telling stories and cracking jokes. You were happy she told you about Lucifer- you hadn’t seen him all night, and you were beginning to worry. Although the subject matter wasn’t great, that wasn’t her fault.

“I appreciate your company, Amadorra. Thank you for hanging out with me.” She smirked her wide grin again, fangs flashing in the twinkle of the lights.

“Anytime.”

“I should probably go grab something to eat and sit down for a second- these Louboutins are going to make my feet bleed any second now and Asmodeus will throw a fit if I ruin these shoes.” You quipped, and she nodded. “I would too!”

Before you ran off, she leaned in and gave you a light hug, neither of you wanting to spill your drinks. Grasping ahold of your wrist before she pulled away, she gave it a soft tug and informed you that you should come back and join them later, once you rested. You assured her you would, waved at Diavolo, and turned to guide yourself back down the steps and onto the main floor of the ball room.

——

11:37 PM

The evening air chilled against your skin and you exited onto the balcony. Bumps erupted on your flesh as you shivered, shifting so that way the faux fur coat Asmo had lent you fell more solidly over your shoulders. The weather in the Devildom was always erratic- often changing from something reminiscent of a summer day to a frigid December evening in a matter of hours. Wind whistled through the air, biting at your lips and cheeks. Why you had thought this would be a good meeting place you’ll never know, but you were determined to follow through and not give Lucifer another reason to disappear.

You snuggled deeper into your coat and walked to the edge, resting your elbows over the deck. The ceiling of the Devildom sparkled like rhinestones as the light of the city bounced back, catching on the precious stones and shimmering like stars.

It almost looks like the real thing. Nostalgia began to creep into your heart slowly but surely, wrapping around your chest like a coil. When was the last time you had felt sun, real sun? Or the last time you could look up and see the moon changing with the days? It was so easy to lose track of time here without cardinal signs, without the seasons, without the leaves changing, without day turning to night and back again.

What a brutal twist of fate that you ended up here. Memories stung your mind of when you first arrived, the nights you spent alone in your bed, mourning the loss of your life on Terra Firma. You were sure your friends were missing you, or worse- thought you were dead. You were trapped in an unknown place, with terrifying creatures, your life being threatened at every turn. It was shocking you had even made it this far.

Still, you had adapted. You had befriended your captors. You made a life in this barren hellscape. And yet still, it still didn’t feel real. It was touchable, seeable, smellable. Yet for some reason, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were stuck in a dream world, unable to wake up.

Part of you ached for home. Part of you couldn’t bear it if you left.

When you let out the breath you had been holding, it steamed the air around you. You lifted the sleeve of your coat to shield your face and warm your nose, which you could tell was close to running.

Alone again.

There were plenty of times when the boys took up your attention, when they dawned over you, when they went out of their way to spend time with you, but ever since you started dating Lucifer, things had changed. He could be possessive, snapping at times when one of the boys had innocently fallen asleep in your bed during a movie marathon, even though he hadn’t been there to watch it with you. He would be in a mood when you came back from the club while he was working late, even after asking you not to bother him. Lucifer, despite his virtues, had let his pride leak into your relationships with his brothers, sticking a wall up between you. Isolated, you spent many evenings alone and wanting.

Why can’t he just be there?

Does he not care about me at all?

A chime snapped you out of your thoughts, causing you to swivel back towards the ball room. A crowd had gathered around the base of the clock, watching as the clock made its final round towards the New Year.

One minute left to go.

11:59 PM-

He’s not going to show.

Once it entered your mind, it spread like a virus, ravaging any other thought until it was the only one that remained.

I asked one thing of him, you thought bitterly, and he can’t even bother to show up?

We’re at the same party!

He’s off somewhere with Bella, too busy to be bothered by his doting girlfriend.

Your eyes scanned anxiously through the crowd, desperately trying to catch any sight of the eldest avatar. You wanted to deny so desperately what you knew was true- either he had forgotten, or he just didn’t care. Panic slowly began to rise in your chest.

People chattered excitedly as they watched the clock creep closer and closer to its goal. You could hear the popping of your champagne next to you, forgotten. Your ears began to ring.

A shock of black hair entered your vision, and you almost felt elated.

Lucifer’s midnight black suit fit like a glove, perfectly gripping him in all the right places. You were sure it had been tailor made for him, the way he moved in it so elegantly.

This must’ve been what he looked like as an angel.

The second you had thought it, you knew it was true- he exuded a beauty and power that caused the people in front of him to part ways and let him pass. His eyes shifted like rubies in the light, not a single hair out of place. Your breath caught in your throat as you took him in, finally in his element- basking in the awe of all his peers.

Then, as the crowd parted, you caught a glimpse of his newest accessory.

Bella.

10!

She was almost as gorgeous as him, you realized. Her skin was pale, almost transparent, complimented by a pair of blood red lips. Straight black hair dropped down her shoulders and down to her waist, long red nails highlighting her slender fingers. The dress she wore fit in all the right places, pulling her waist in and accentuating her already prominent hourglass shape.

When you looked at them, it immediately struck you how much they looked like a pair. Red and black and gold, their colors blended in a perfect match, almost like it was planned. She was graceful, he was domineering. He was strong, she was lithe. He was a demon, and she, his sin.

Bella’s cherry red lips parted and said something you couldn’t hear. A smile spread across his normally stoic face. Your heart jolted.

Lucifer leaned down so she could hear him. He spoke slyly, and a laugh shook through her body.

She reached her red tipped talons into her crystal encrusted clutch and pulled out a single silver tube. Unclipping it, she spun out her sharpened lipstick.

He stared as she carefully applied the tint. Bella eyed him thoughtfully, long black lashes fluttering as she blinked up at him.

The witch popped her lips to smooth out the pigment. You swore you watched his eyes darken.

She placed that same hand against his chest. Lucifer didn’t move away.

Bella pushed up onto her toes. He leaned down to hear what she wanted to whisper so softly in his ear.

She slid her hand up to his neck and grabbed him gently. Lucifer’s eyes widened as she pulled him down to her.

Happy New Year!

She placed a soft kiss against his lips.

When did you forget how to breathe?

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I hope you enjoyed the first edition of HeartAche Mixtapes! This was so much fun to write.

I love you all! -Bambi

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