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The Kims, your breeding problem | SJ & NJ TWO SHOT PT. 1.5

— PAIRING: mafiaboss!seokjin x mafiaboss!namjoon x mafiaprincess!reader — GENRE: smut +18. minors dni — WARNINGS: omg none? sorry i didn't include much smut in this one, i didn't have much inspiration so i just made this to add a little context and to move the plot forwards. — SUMMARY: Desperate to save your empire and your name, you walk into the lion's den with a plan. Turns out those two lions had a plan of their own, and now you're the piece of meat they had been so starved for. — WORDS: 6k >>> You can read part 1 here <<< Soooooo it's been a while lol I have so many things to do omg but i'm happy i can give you something, even if is a little lame like this continuation lmao I swear to bring you something much better in the next one, pls forgive my dry mind and busy life, ilyyyy Please remember you can send me a tip by buying me a ko-fi if you like my works, it will meant the world to me ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ And as always, i look forward your thoughts on this. Enjoy !

Namjoon had picked an interest in you since he started in the whole crime business thing. You were big in that circle, more for yourself than for your family’s history. News always carried your name around, and then, one day, he had the luck to run into you in one party.

Back then, he was an orphaned eighteen years old whose only chance at life was to be a construction worker or a bouncer at a club, given his prominent height and overall bigger frame. Somehow, he ended up being a bodyguard at the service of some minor drug lord that loomed the outskirts of Seoul; he saw all kind of illegalities at work but could be proud of having never participate in any of them. However, any little remaining morals he had were thrown out of the window the day his boss was invited to a big party – the party your father was hosting.

The opulence of your mansion left his jaw on the floor. There weren’t that many people, but the power and easiness all of them exuded left him green with envy: no one there knew what was to have bellyaches because of how hungry you were to get sick for eating moldy food from the trash and having no hospital that would treat you, to fight to death with people that wanted to rob you or take advantage of you. None of them had lived a single tragedy, none of them even had to worry for breaking the law to survive and the possibility of prison time because all those people were over the law. It angered him; that party got him so furious to the point that he almost resolved to get out of that business, out of that circle of rich people, and start over as a fisherman in the sea or something like that. Or just go and jump under a train.

Just when he was about to turn around and leave, he saw you. There you were, appearing in a cinematic sequence: strutting down the staircase in your flowy, red dress, while all eyes were on you. You were in the spotlight, as always; shining more than any of the dresses and expensive jewelry being worn there. You had all the power in the world and you knew it, of course; he could see it in your prepotent smile, your ruthless eyes, your arrogant vibe. Only nineteen years old, but you showed so much promise and hunger for more – didn’t even hope for more, you just naturally expected it, felt entitled to more.

You were also very beautiful physically – he felt attracted to you like everyone else, after all –, but the poise and status you had entranced Namjoon beyond words. He decided he was going to be just like you, or even better. He was going to have all the power in the world. He was going to have you.

Seokjin, on the other hand, had always been lurking around you. Waiting. Plotting. Achieving.

In the beginning, he was the good guy. He was a nice kid, introverted yet polite and pretty smart. His family had served yours since your grandfather began his incursions into morally questioning matters. He was born into the same opulence you were, but it wasn’t his. He had traveled with you, and get to know many places far away, but as a servant. He had dinner every night on the same table as you, but he was the one picking up the rests of food you threw on the floor maliciously.

Each and every time he had to clean after you, carry your things around and put up with your whims and spoiled bitch tantrums. Insults, degrading words, and even objects were shoot his way by you any time of the day for any random reason. No other family member of his was treated as poorly as him, and no one knew why you picked on him. But he put up with all of it from birth until he turned fifteen.

Seokjin was a nice kid, but he always had a short temper, and each time it was more and more difficult to contain himself around you and your shit attitude. He tried, tried, tried but one awful day, you were in a bad humor and went to punch your favorite sandbag – him – who was in a worse humor.

That one time, you were both teens and full of hormones, each one dealing with their own teenage problems. You hated all you had to do to be better than your brother, please your parents and gain a second of their precious attention; Seokjin hated you and how he was chained to you to be your slave for God knows how long. You made his life miserable, always reminding him how worthless and stupid he was, how useless for society he was since he was so damn poor and dumb. You had said to him once – after sniffing a little crush on you from his part – that you could never give him a chance no matter how hot he gets because he would always be the same pathetic, useless bastard good for nothing but cleaning her shit; and that was exactly what he was remembering while washing your dishes when you came running to him at the scream of ‘you piece of shit!’. A crystal glass flew your way, followed by a plate, another glass and a ‘shut the fuck up for once, stupid bitch!’

After the big scandal you made in front of everybody – your parents, his parents and other employees of the mansion – your father gave Seokjin’s father an ultimatum: the violent little shit that almost hurt their precious girl gets lost before morning or all of them lose their jobs and get wiped out the face of the planet. Needless to say, within an hour, Seokjin was chased out of the residential neighborhood by your father’s thugs.

He wasn’t homeless for long; knowing the people in the business, he was linked by somebody to the same druglord that, years later, employed Namjoon. The old criminal took a liking in him when he saw his thirst for blood, his recklessness, his egocentrism; Seokjin was afraid of nothing now that he decided he wanted revenge and nothing else. So, he learned the ways, the ins and outs, and soon enough he befriended Namjoon, forming an alliance with him to overthrow the old drug master and start their own illegal enterprise.

Years working, years scheming, both with very different motivations but the same target: you.

…

Stirring up from sleep, you were disoriented for a good amount of time. You opened your eyes and set them on the ceiling but didn’t move, feeling soreness taking over your body from your feet to the last hair of your head. When you tried to move your arms and couldn’t was when you remembered where you were, and realized that your hands were tied again. You groaned.

As you were thinking what to do next, a snore interrupted your train of thought. At your right, Namjoon slept soundly on his back, snoring from time to time. At your left, Seokjin slept on his side with a frown on his pretty features – and both assholes had their sweats on and let you stark naked. Was it that they trust you enough to sleep with you or they were just dumb? Though, you were tied up, really sore, naked, and unarmed, so you weren’t exactly a threat.

Moving as little as you were capable while depleted of energy and having your hands literally tied, you sat yourself against the headboard and waited until the men woke up.

Did they really mean it when they said they wanted to make you pregnant? Had they read your mind? Because that was exactly what you had in mind.

After years watching your father wreak havoc everywhere he went, you realized his method wasn’t the most efficient always. Murdering the enemy to take their place? That’s how you conquered kingdoms in the Medieval Era, but not in the modern day; not when your enemy was as elusive and as informed as you. The many ‘surprise attacks’ your father orchestrated failed miserably, resulting in many of his men killed and his enemies to declare revenge against him. That was how your family was losing all its former power and glory, how you were losing money and influence. But you were smarted than that.

“Look who just woke up.” Seokjin groaned once he heard your voice, hosting a frown even before opening his eyes fully. “Prince Charming, the father of my child.”

“You’re fucking insane” the man muttered, sitting on the bed and looking at you in disbelief. “Aren’t you even the littlest bit worried about being held captive and forced to give birth? I can’t fucking believe you.”

“I told you there was no one like me.” You grinned proudly at him. “Besides, you’re hot enough to not ruin my good genes, so maybe I’ll give you a chance for the sake of my linage.” You expected him to tell you to shut up or something along the lines but it was radio silent. You saw Seokjin’s face transform in a second; his previous grimace turned in a stoic seriousness and he looked at you dead in the eye, with the coldest stare anyone has ever directed your way. His reaction did spark a little worry in you.

“What did you just say?” he asked in a mutter while taking hold of your arm, gripping it hard.

“Hey, this isn’t –”

“What did you just say – give me a chance?” he repeated with the same neutral tone through clenched teeth.

“Okay, chill, I’ll resist and kick and scream or whatever, no need to –” He interrupted you by pulling you close to his face, which sported a lethal scowl. His clutch on your arm tightened to the point you were sure it would bruise, but you were pretty shocked by the change in his whole persona to react accordingly.

“You don’t know who I am? You still don’t know who the fuck I am?”

“A fucking Kim? I don’t know what you want me to say, dude.”

“Fucking bitch! After all you fucking did to me!” the man yelled on your face, now shaking you aggressively. You refrained yourself from yelping and showing signs of fear, but the reality was that, this time, he was genuinely scaring you. What was he on? You hadn’t known him personally until that night. What could you had possibly done to him?

Namjoon woke up from all the scandal his brother was making; however, instead of being surprised and maybe even stop him, he just sat there rubbing his eyes, watching the scene unfold with a frown. Immutable, he saw how Seokjin left your arm alone and went for your hair, using it as leverage to make you stand on your knees when he stood up from the bed.

“I’m Kim Seokjin, that name doesn’t ring a bell?” The sting on your scalp made you groan but that wasn’t the answer Seokjin was looking for. “Answer me!” he demanded. Disoriented, you shook your head no, making him scoff. “Of course, it doesn’t. You made my life a fucking nightmare but you didn’t even bother to remember my name.”

“Man, I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about –” And it was the truth. You didn’t have a clue of what he was accusing you of. You were far from an angel, that’s for sure; you had made many people suffer and turned many lives into a living hell, but Seokjin’s? You would remember fucking up his life. You would definitely remember a man like him.

“It’s so cruel that you don’t remember him, baby” Namjoon added calmly while lounging there on the bed, watching you like he was on the beach just admiring the waves of the sea –so unfazed by his brother’s outburst. It can’t be that serious, you thought. “He was that kid with glasses that worked in your house. You know, the one you kept fucking over? Your pet or whatever.” Your clueless face was the last straw for Seokjin, who threw you onto the bed with force. You grumbled when all your weight fell on your hands at your back but none of them cared. Your scalp still burned from Seokjin’s strong hold.

“I’ll make you remember me, stupid bitch” he promised through clenched teeth as his hands tugged brutishly the waistband of his sweatpants. Maybe it was the good shaking Seokjin gave you and the following toss, maybe it was the insult, but suddenly a light bulb went on in your head and you recalled who the man had been in your life.

“Wait, you’re that whiny bitch that almost kill me.” The older Kim clenched his jaw and pulled your body by the legs to his own standing in the side of the bed. You scoffed, putting all pieces together at last. “That’s the reason why I’m here? Seriously? It’s been more than ten years already, man, just get over it.” Now that you knew what was going on, it didn’t even surprise you when he took hold of your face abruptly. It was always so funny to you just how men would turn into villains because a girl was mean to them when they were twelve. “Wait, wait, let me be the bigger person here: I’m sorry, okay? I had always been a spoiled bitch and all that, but who could have taught me manners in that house? I was raised by literal criminals.”

“I couldn’t care less for your fucking reasons; you were more than a bitch back then and are a nuisance in the present. I should have busted your head open that night.” Albeit his menacing words, you didn’t perceive the threatening energy they should deliver. If anything, Seokjin seemed annoyed by his revenge. Reasonable, you thought, he had stretched it this long it, it’s no longer fun.

“Well, as I said before, just kill me now and finish with your fourteen or fifteen-years-old vendetta.”

“I promised Namjoon he would have you.” Still immobilized by Seokjin’s hand, you looked at the mentioned man by the corner of your eye; he gave you a wink and a smirk. That… you didn’t mind that. “And, as I said before, killing you would be the easy way out. You have to go through what I did and pay with your body.” A spark warmed your insides when his unoccupied hand cupped your breast – however, you still had a deal to seal.

“As tempting as a life being your sex slave sounds, I have other plans.” Disregarding you completely, the older brother started kneading your breasts with both hands. Namjoon joined him taking you by the armpits and yanking you up the mattress into a sitting position against his chest. “You said I was a nuisance, why?” A miscommunication happened between the brothers, because, while Seokjin remained silent with the intention of ignoring you so you would eventually shut up and know your place, Namjoon, who liked you, spoke up.

“You’re too strong. Your pussy has some kind of magic that makes men be loyal to death to you. The most powerful won’t let go.”

“Goddamn, Namjoon. Why are you telling her that?”

“She’s not going anywhere, hyung, this information is useless now. Besides, I’m wifing her and it isn’t nice to hide things from my spouse, don’t you think, baby?” You turned your head to give him a tight smile. It was dangerous to trust any of them, but there was at least one snake in that snakes’ pit that wasn’t going to bit you that hard – or even bite you at all, if you were nice enough to it.

“The fuck are you saying, Namjoon? This is not a damn rom-com.” Seokjin looked way too annoyed at his brother’s excuses, and you thought that maybe it was more personal than it seemed, and maybe your hypothetical wedlock had something to do with it – though, it would be illogical to you if a man like Seokjin felt anything but bitterness.

“And so what? My life is not all about crime and money, I want a family too, man.” His brother scoffed and rolled his eyes. Namjoon wasn’t someone that took offense in things that easily; however, he lived for irritating his hyung. “Sorry not everybody is as miserable and unlovable as you. I’m actually a pretty decent guy.”

“What a load of crap.” Seokjin let go of your body and stood up. “You turned me off with all that bullshit. So whatever, I don’t feel like using this bitch now.” Expecting him to turn around and leave the room, you were surprised when he went to the mini bar in the room, poured himself a drink and sat on the sofa in front of the bed.

“What, you’re going to watch us?”

“What else is there to do? I’m not leaving you with this simp. He is likely to let you go with a kiss on the forehead. Fucking cuck.”

“Well, this bitch doesn’t feel like being used now.” You looked briefly to the man behind you, to see if he was on your side even the slightest. He was not.

“You really think you’re calling the shots here, dear?” Seokjin clicked his tongue in disappointment. “We have a lot of training to do with you. Hoseok! Jungkook!” he shouted. In an instant, two men dressed in black entered the room solemnly; not a single emotion on their faces when they saw your naked body. “You will give all of us a show now. Learn that I decide what you do and who watches you doing it.”

When Namjoon secured his strong arm around your waist and descended a hand on your folds, you knew there wasn’t a way out but obeying that bitter asshole.

…

It was very difficult to find someone in the circle Namjoon moved in. He had already experienced three attempts of murder with beautiful women as bait, and an endless number of pseudo-dates with gold diggers. He wasn’t romantic per se, but he did yearn for an authentic, loving relationship, and a big family as a result – and you, that didn’t need his money because you had much more than him nor could kill him while being their hostage, were the very possible solution to his problem.

Namjoon’s desire to have a family wasn’t always as evident as in that point of his life, when he got all the financial power and influence he once dreamed of. Although life was great and all for him, he realized a feeling of hollowness that no amount of money, designer clothes or prostitutes could fill, or even conceal. Not anymore, at least.

He was smart enough to trace that desire back to his lack of a family since birth, and even admitted to himself that he needed tight bonds in the present as much as he had needed them when he was three or fifteen years old. It was not easy, however, to open himself completely to meet someone for an authentic, loving relationship. How to let himself be loved if no one had ever loved him? As uncomfortable as the feeling was, he needed to feel loved. He needed to be cared for. He needed to be important and special to someone for who he was as Namjoon the person, not as Kim Namjoon, Mafia’s Grim Reaper. Plus, he loved Seokjin as a real brother would, but he couldn’t rely entirely on his only friend for the rest of his existence; that man had a life of his own, after all.

Luring you into their mansion, then, was hitting the jackpot for him; even after all those years since he first saw you, he still had the hots for you. Having you under their thumb gave them absolute power over your fortune and business, and gave him the possibility to have a somehow okay relationship with a woman he felt attracted to and who had the same ideals as him. Killing two birds with one stone, right? And he was so sure he knew enough about women to know how to manipulate you so you would love him. It was brilliant, in his humble opinion.

Although, there was one potential problem that became more evident day by day: Seokjin. The man acted all mighty and unbothered, but after all those years working together, Namjoon knew better; he wanted to have you just as much as him, and not in a reversed-roles-revenge situation – which wouldn’t be so bad, if he wasn’t in a permanent childlike tantrum state. They had shared before, they could do it again, but as long as Seokjin denied his attraction to you and disguised it as a physical retribution for all you did to him, he would just be a pain in the ass for you and Namjoon.

…

“You know, when you said I was being held captive, I really thought it was just a figure of speech. Didn’t even cross my mind that you would actually keep me in this room like I’m an animal in a cage.” Exiting the bathroom in a white bathrobe, not at all like the ones in your home, you looked at Namjoon with a frown and crossed arms. He just stared at you innocently while sitting on the bed and folding your clothes.

“Sorry, princess, orders from above. Seokjin is in a power trip since you came so he thinks of you as his prisoner.”

“Aren’t you on his same level? Why are you letting him do as he pleases?” The man’s response was a nonchalant shrug. You cursed under your breath, decided to not lash out on Namjoon because he could be the only way out for you – and you really needed to be out of that room or you would actually go insane. You were sure it had been weeks already. “And what are you doing here, anyways? It’s been days and you keep coming and acting like my maid.”

“I like the domestic roleplaying.”

“So, it isn’t only that Seokjin doesn’t want me out but you also keep me here to play house?” Putting the last of the shirts he bought for you on the pile of clothes he also bought for you, he grinned and made an affirmative sound. “Is it that difficult to find a real girlfriend?” In your head, you meant it in a mocking way, but out loud it ended up sounding like a genuine question.

“You know it is, baby” Namjoon replied matter-of-factly. “You can’t tell me that all men around you are fit for a serious relationship.”

“Why would I want a serious relationship? I was loved enough as a kid, I don’t need that fairytale bullshit.”

“Good for you but some of us didn’t run that luck of having love or a family in our lives.”

“So I have to believe that, because you didn’t have parents, you come and act as if we’re a couple to feel like you’re actually wanted by somebody.”

“Oh no, I am really wanted by lots of people, but what I want is to feel loved by a person I consider my equal.” You snorted. It was the most ridiculous thing you heard a man say.

“Haven’t you tried therapy?”

“Not my thing.”

“Who says I love you, anyways?”

“You will love me. On your own or by Stockholm Syndrome.” You chuckled sardonically at that.

“You know what? You’re right. It’s either falling in love with you or with the viper that is your brother.” Loving them or not was the least of your concerns; first and foremost, you had to look after your enterprises and striking a formal relationship with the Kims was the least risky way. The family business was a kingdom torn apart that could not stand a chance if being put up against the Kim’s mafia.

“You know he is not actually my brother, right?”

“Yeah, of course.”

“It wouldn’t be illegal to marry us.”

“You really care for legality at this point?” He shrugged once again. “And you think I would marry you?” He got uncharacteristically serious in an instant.

“Look, I’ll be straight with you: I want a family because I didn’t have one. I want a wife and children and all that. It won’t work with just any woman but it could work out with you.”

“Why me?”

“Unlike my brother, I don’t underestimate you at all. I know you’re pretty smart and I know you figured out by now that an arrangement between you and a Kim will be only beneficial for your decaying family.” So, Namjoon was the brain there. You were mildly impressed.

“And for you and your unstable connections, since I’m such a hindrance for both of you and your affairs with powerful people.” He smirked at you and your sharpness. Not a single thing escaped you and he really liked that. “As strong as you appear, not many people trust two nobodies, huh?” Now you were talking. Namjoon clicked his tongue and gave you a real smile.

“You don’t have to say it like that, baby, it hurts my ego.” You shrugged.

“I see which one of you two has the balls.” When he chuckled, you noticed his dimples for the first time. Was it the domestic ambience and the casual sweats-and-shirt attire what made him much more attractive then than when you first met him? Whatever it was, you wanted him to start negotiating or just leave you alone – small talk and thinking about his hotness would not help you get out.

To your dismay, he put his big hands on each side of your hips and pulled you to him until you stood between his open legs, looking up at you with his head tilted and wide eyes. It was so intimate you almost gagged.

“Women like you get on my nerves, but” the man said lowly, holding your gaze. “I really like you, Y/N.”

“That’s my pussy magic.”

“Yes, but I also like you whole, not just when I fuck you.” His thumbs caressed your hips over the robe while he talked, and, for a moment, it felt real; like you had a bond with Namjoon, like he truly meant what he said. Nevertheless, you knew you were just hallucinating as a byproduct of the confinement and Namjoon being somehow nice – and he was taking advantage of that to make you slip, you could tell. Would he succeed? You didn’t think so; it's been days interacting with no one but the Kims, but the only person you knew you could trust was yourself.

“Listen, I understand you’re too deep into this marriage fantasy shit of yours but cut the bullshit, you don’t really know me, bud.” You crossed your arms and looked away in indifference, but by your peripheral view you saw him biting his lip slightly. Was he trying to seduce you now?

“May I get to really know you, then?” His eyes never strayed from yours, barely blinked even, as he leaned his head on your stomach. It wasn’t surprising that a man like Namjoon was so well-versed in being enchanting women; he had such acting skills that he looked genuine in his actions. Like he was really into you. Like he actually wanted you.

“No, you may not. And get out of my space, you creep.” Tittering, he let you push him away from your body. “And stop giggling at everything, it doesn’t make you look friendlier.”

What would he gain from making you trust him, though? It was true that you had more influence than them, and they killing you would not change that. Their best shot was to join forces with you to gain the favor of anyone, but it was vital you showed that you endorsed them. Then, what was he trying with you? You had no idea.

Namjoon got up from the bed slowly, his frame towering over yours and making you look and feel tiny (which your personal trainer could testify you definitively weren’t). A sudden tension raised between you two. His energy shift was accompanied with a hand stroking the side of your neck and a sleazy smirk. By now you got familiar with his changes in behavior, and oh, you were in for a very eventful night.

Sleeping with Kim Namjoon was just as enjoyable as you expected, if not more. The man wasn’t just about his pleasure, no; it seemed he also got off from giving you pleasure, as much as he could for as long as he felt like. Like in that moment, when he caressed your lower lip with his thumb as his lips descended on yours – both his hands also descending on your body. It made you so mad that his sensuous movements stirred some intense heat in your core. From the way your body reacted to him, you were sure he pulled a Pavlov on you.

“I’m telling you, sweetheart, you will love me.” In a swift motion, his strong arms hooked under your thighs and he picked you up roughly like you weighted nothing, walking towards the nearest wall to slam you against it. You yelped and cursed at him. Namjoon just laughed. “Are you sure you don’t love me already?” Your poorly tied bathrobe opened and exposed your naked form to the man’s eyes, who always enjoyed the sight and didn’t miss the chance to thrust up his clothed crotch into your bare pussy.

“Fuck you, asshole” you gasped, but didn’t fight him when he buried his head on your cleavage, making a path of kisses towards your left breast.

Namjoon took your nipple between his lips, sucking lightly and stimulating it with kitten-licks, but before a single moan left your mouth, the door was whipped open and Seokjin strutted into the room. If he was the least surprised from finding his brother feasting on your chest, he didn’t show it; he just looked at you smugly. He seemed in a much better mood than the last time you saw him:.

>> The last time he went to your room he was in a rage fit. You didn’t know but that day he tried bribing a congressman that was close to your father, who refused to switch sides and go against your family – the tenth failed attempt of turning people against you in the week. He was really mad and so he went to your room to fuck you and rough as punishment for existing and to let out off steam – which resulted counterproductive, because one, you actually enjoyed the whole thing, and two, as soon as he came, you started nagging at him to let you out of captivity. It was his last straw that day; with only his briefs on, he stomped out slamming the door behind him. Then, it was only Namjoon visiting you daily.

“I have great news for all of us” Seokjin began, standing less than a meter away from his brother and you. Uncomfortably close. “Please, carry on and don’t mind me, just listen.” The younger man ignored his brother completely, focused on sucking a hickey on the tender flesh of your breast. Closing your eyes at the pleasing sensation, you weren’t able to see Seokjin arch an eyebrow and take your jaw harshly, so you would actually pay attention to him. The biggest of smiles adorned his face when your eyes opened. “Your brother gave up, so daddy is planning on giving everything to you.”

“What?!” you gasped when Namjoon bit your nipple hard, jerking away from the other man’s grasp. Goosebumps raised on your arms from the stimulation – but as the information of your family sank in, your heart raced faster.

“Well, I assisted him to give up on life with a bullet to the head and convinced your father with a punch on the nose, but now everything is lawfully yours, and so lawfully mine too” he added with a proud tilt in his voice. Taking everything from your family was all he had wanted for many, many years; taking revenge on you was on a close second place, and killing your father would’ve been the cherry on top – however, that would only make you a more insufferable bitch than you were already.

Getting rid of your useless brother, though, was favorable for them and a way to get on your good side.

Your response was to throw your head back, groaning as Namjoon rutted his growing bulge roughly against your now leaking core. Having your legs spread and perched on the man’s hips made your folds part and expose your clit to the harsh friction of his sweats whenever he moved, and to the air when he withdrew. His wet tongue ran up your chest to your throat once more and nibbled his way to the tender spot under your ear to abuse the flesh there. You squealed high-pitched, chills running all over your body and ending up on your pussy. Pants filled the room and Seokjin was completely forgotten, as Namjoon increased the speed of his shallow thrusts and grinded hard to make you whimper; which the older man didn’t like.

Taking hold of your hair from the roots, he pulled back and turned you to face him.

“I did this for you, bitch, can you show a little gratitude?” he grunted through clenched teeth. You just looked at him through heavy lidded eyes, conscious of what he was saying but deciding to disregard him and his alleged altruism in favor of focusing in Namjoon taking his cock out and rubbing its head on your folds. Once again, Seokjin was left out of the bubble of intimacy Namjoon and you had inadvertently built.

How could you keep disregarding him as if he was a mere dirty rag? Hadn’t you learned to respect him in the slightest in all that time?

Seokjin wasn’t as dumb as everybody thought – he realized instantly what were the emotions that invaded him in that moment. Anger – and envy and jealousy. His masochistic side had taken over his whole self and made him want the very same woman que hated the most. What was it with needing to posses the one person you despised and who despised you back? He would never know and he didn’t want to. All he knew was that it was impossible to keep denying how his carnal desires had evolved into something more.

“I’m talking to you!” he yelled before taking your arm and yanking you with such force that you fell from Namjoon’s arms straight to the floor at Seokjin’s feet. Then, he took you by the hair, pulling you up to land on the bed, tightening more and more his grip on your scalp. Bewildered by the sudden violence, you could only look at him and notice his very read face and how the vein in his neck was about to explode. “Look at me when I talk to you, you stupid useless whore!”

“Seokjin, fuck! Calm the fuck down, man!” Even Namjoon was taken aback by the vicious reaction and didn’t know what to do. His brother had a really bad temper, yes, but since when he let himself go so wildly around you?

“All I have done since you came and you keep being a fucking bitch to me like you had always been, shit!” Seokjin kept yelling on your face until Namjoon pulled him away. Your scalp burned like never before.

You couldn’t discern what was really happening: they tussled, yelled at each other things you couldn’t understand and Namjoon even grabbed his brother by the collar of his shirt menacingly. And then a blow, and another, and another, and another, and blood. Soon enough, the cockfight grabbed the attention of the men that guarded the room and a sea of thugs dressed in black barged into the room to put the brothers apart.

And you?

You feigned fear and walked backwards, away from the fight, until you reached the door. And then you ran.

#bts one shot #bts x reader #bts smut #namjoon smut #seokjin smut #namjoon #seokjin #bts #mafia #mafia au #female reader #the title is silly but anyways #and then one day i came back

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echoing--stars · 1 year ago

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ok picture this: Wars is an absolute MENACE. He goes to bake and Rowan just so happens to check the expiration date on let's say his baking powder which may be 20 plus years old....

just pulling ideas outta thin air ya know not targeted at all

Totally not going out of order to post this one today while it's fresh nope not at all

This was supposed to be crack, but it's mostly just very sweet! It is also based on a true story of a beloved friend using baking powder that is older than they are. I will be kind and not call them out though XD

This one also got long. It's longer than some of my fics on ao3 I'm pretty sure! And I remembered to use a read more line break this time!

(If you read this and would like to request a supposedly short snippet, see this post!)

Link thought that Rowan would be proud of him. He’d read the recipe twice — twice! — before starting. He’d taken out all the ingredients and all the equipment he needed. He’d only had to dig for a few things, but he’d bought the chocolate and butter that he knew they were out of yesterday. If he’d misread the recipe yesterday and thought he’d needed baking soda instead of baking powder, well, no one had to know except himself. They’d use the extra baking soda someday. He assumed. And he’d found some baking powder anyways so what did it matter? He cracked the eggs in a bowl and made sure no pieces of shells were left in them. He measured out the sugars and dumped them in the mixing bowl along with the sticks of butter (and yes, he had remembered to take them out of the fridge that morning) and added two teaspoons of vanilla.

Link put the eggs and the sugar canisters away and then wiped the sugar residue out of the measuring cups he’d used. Rowan had talked about the importance of cleaning as you go and keeping a tidy workspace, after all. Next was measuring the dry ingredients. He started with the smaller measurements, putting them in a small ramekin for now. If he put them on the bottom of the bigger bowl, they wouldn’t mix well. Another thing that Rowan had taught him was how to properly measure flour for baking. If you couldn’t weigh it, then you should spoon it into the cup and then level it. But was it really that important? Link thought for a moment, then shook his head. This was a simple cookie recipe, it wasn’t that big of a deal. He dunked the measuring cup into the bag of flour and scooped some up. He smooshed it against the side of the bag to even out the flour and — Knock knock! Link dropped the measuring cup into the bag of flour and grabbed his phone. Had one of his roommates forgotten their keys? It was too early for Rowan to be here, he wasn’t supposed to be off work for another hour. There was another knock and Link wiped his hands on a paper towel before heading to the door. He unlocked it but left the chain on, opening it just enough to see who was on the other side. “Rowan?” His boyfriend smiled sheepishly, and Link shut the door to undo the chain before letting Rowan in. “There’s a peephole for a reason, you know.” “That’s less dramatic.” “Whatever you say, Link.” Rowan pulled him into a brief hug, and when they pulled away, Link pressed a kiss against his lips. Rowan smiled into the kiss, and Link laughed as they pulled apart again. He turned to head back into the kitchen. “Why are you here so early? I thought you were at work until seven.” “It was slow today, so I left early.” Rowan dropped onto one of the bar stools at the counter. “What are you making?” Link blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “I wanted to make you cookies. I’m sure they won’t be anything fancy, not what you make, but—” “They’ll be perfect, Link.” Link’s cheeks heated even more, and he turned back to the bag of flour. Now was not the time to flirt. Not even if Rowan looked extra cute with his hair coming undone from the bun he normally kept it in and the soft sweater and… He shook his head. No time for distractions. Now that Rowan was watching, Link measured the flour right. He took the spoon he’d left out and scooped the flour into the cup and leveled it with a spatula. He dumped it into the mixing bowl and started on the next cup.

Rowan was fidgeting in his seat while Link worked. Link tried to ignore him, to concentrate on what he was doing. But it wasn’t exactly easy. He’d just dumped the second cup of flour into the bowl when Rowan stood and walked around to Link’s side of the counter. He stood behind Link and wrapped his arms around Link’s waist, leaning down until he could tuck his chin over Link’s shoulder. “Rowan, you’re going to distract me.” “But I missed you!” Link hummed and tilted his head to the side until their cheeks were touching. The position was a bit awkward, but Link wouldn’t trade it for the world. After a few moments, Link got back to work. He grabbed the whisk and stirred the flour briefly. Rowan’s arms tensed around him briefly, making Link pause. Rowan pressed against his back as he reached towards the canister of baking powder still on the counter. Link took a small step forward to make it easier for Rowan to reach it and grabbed the ramekin of salt and baking powder he’d measured out earlier.

“Why are you using baking powder?” Link paused and let his hand fall to the counter. “That’s what the recipe says?” “Where’s the recipe?” Link gestured to the bag of chocolate chips. “The one on the back.” Rowan stepped away from Link’s back and grabbed the bag. He scanned the recipe before looking back at Link. “It says soda, hon. Most recipes like this use baking soda.” Link grabbed the bag from Rowan’s hands and squinted at the label. Had he been correct yesterday after all? “I swear I read this like three times!” Rowan laughed — the audacity — and shook his head. “You guys have baking soda right?” “I bought some yesterday.” Rowan raised an eyebrow, but didn’t question him. Link dumped out the ramekin into the trash while Rowan grabbed the can of baking powder to put it away. “Link, where did you get this baking powder?” “Huh? I found it in the cupboard. Why?” “Link. Link, this is expired.” Link turned around. Rowan was holding the can upside down and frowning down at it. “Oh. Stuff is usually okay to use past the expiration date. And besides, Time used it a few months ago I’m pretty sure.” Not that the whatever he’d been attempting to make had turned out well. But Time had never been good in the kitchen, at least not without his girlfriend to supervise. Link couldn’t reasonably blame the baking powder for that. “No, Link.” Rowan shook his head. “This expired over 20 years ago.” “That’s not possible.” Rowan held out the can for Link to take. And just as he’d said, the date on the bottom read Nov 97. “What in the fuck?” Rowan burst into laughter. “You were a toddler when this was purchased!” Link dropped the can on the counter. “Stop laughing! It’s not my fault!” “Was it here when you moved?” “How am I supposed to know? I assumed Time or Twilight bought it.” “They’ve only lived here, what? A few years? Did one of them inherit this can from their parents?” Link sunk to the floor, head in his hands. That only made Rowan laugh harder, until he was nearly wheezing. Link could feel how red he was, his cheeks flushed from the embarrassment. “Rowan, how I supposed to know?” Link flopped onto the floor, hands still on his cheeks. He was glad that he’d mopped earlier before this whole fiasco. “This can looks like it’s from the 90s, Link. It’s all yellow and faded.” “Maybe that’s just what baking powder looks like. You’re the baker here, not me.” Okay, now he knew he was just whining. It’s not like he’d already made the cookies. Rowan knelt down next to him, his laughter finally fading. His cheeks were as red as Link’s felt. “I know, and it was very sweet of you to try. Do you want to finish?”

#a not so secret #anon!!#worm writes #linked universe #lu fanfic #lu warriors #rowanverse

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under-myown-tale · 8 months ago

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I found another one

For anyone who saw my last post about old Sans x Readers I used to write, that was a hot steamy piece of traaaaash

However, I found another little fic. There's only one chapter and I'm pretty sure I had a bigger idea for it but, alas, those plans are left to the cosmos. It's, like, 5/6 years old though, so...

If anyone's somewhat intrigued, I shall leave it here. There ain't much but I know I was proud of it then. (I haven't edited it but that would tarnish its raw form upon first creation)

It was places like this that could only truly be alive and bustling with people at such hours. Although music was playing in the background, it was drowned out by the many friend groups who had decided to hang out in the pleasantly welcoming establishment for a few drinks. The evening burned young and slow like the few candles that had been lit in their tinted glass cases to entice atmosphere. Her glassy eyes reflected the flames, bright orange hues hiding the vague tiredness. A half empty glass would occasionally be caressed by her fingers in an attempt to find solace in the poison. She peered away from her grim-tasting company to the rest of the pub. Many seats and spaces were still available but it was pretty early for that "bar buzz" to surface, which was a great surprise considering the upcoming holiday. Yet again, that was bound to be on account for the fact that last-minute shoppers were still roaming the sparkling streets. She couldn't complain, however. A calm pub was much more tasteful, in her opinion, as it gave her that chance to appreciate it more; sofas were covered in a plush, dark red leather, wooden beams, chairs, stools and even the tables and bar top were either make of oak or redwood with a beautiful vanish finish. Everything from the stone-slabbed and carpeted floors to the simple intricacies in the way the planked pieces of wood were diagonally positioned in the walls pleased her aesthetic. She wondered if anyone else took notice of the time and effort that went into constructing the very place they chose to socialise for the night.

There was much doubt in that.

Much motivation wasn't needed for her to turn back to her drink and take another sip, her tongue clicked. Heaven knows why her first chosen beverage for the night was a cheap wine the same colour as the couches. Perhaps she wanted to give off that fake sense of sophistication but to whom? She wouldn't go as far as to impress anyone she didn't know and she certainly didn't know anyone nearby. It was made quite clear in her mind that she wanted to visit a bar as far from her own home as possible. In moderation, of course. The happy-deprived woman chose not to bring attention to the reasons as to why.

"What's the matter? Got a drink ya' can't handle?" a deep voice asked, amusement clear in the low tone.

At first, she wasn't aware that the gentleman, who had situated himself beside her, was attempting to grasp her attention until a pale looking hand waved itself in front of hers. She blinked and turned over, blinking again to be sure she was seeing things right. It wasn't uncommon to see a monster: they'd been around for many years after the barrier trapping them underground had been broken. No. What surprised her was the fact that a sentient being was actually conversing with her in some way.

"I'll take that as a yes." A chuckle resounded and the creature spoke again, "you gonna' keep starin' at me, or...?"

The poor woman hadn't even realised that she was practically gaping at this newcomer. Bashful apologies bellowed from her lips and she hoped that she hadn't somehow offended the monster by staring. He seemed to shrug it off and presented her with a Cheshire cat grin, the face around it looking as though it had been built on the foundations of that very smile. It was an interesting sight seeing how one of the many selection of monsters that inhabited the world could be so human in appearance, or at least close. His pale complexion was due to the lack of skin, fur, muscle, or anything - anything but clean, white bone. She silently wondered how the composition of bones was holding its form but quickly discarded that thought when she recalled how magic was in fact a thing. It was easier to just swallow the simple explanations.

Two little white dots, sat where there would've been human eyes, that acted as pupils made some speculations of their own. The woman sat beside him was adorned in nothing considered "flashy" or anything anyone would see as an outfit for a night out - it was casual. This brought upon the assumption that this fair lady had taken a seat after passing by the place on the off-chance. However, that was besides the point; she was by her lonesome and looked in need of some good company. Luckily, he was just the guy for the job.

"Mr. Skeleton" focused his full attention back on the young woman, who had gone back to brushing her fingertip over the rim of her nasty drink. Her delicate touch almost made the glass chime, providing perhaps a little solidarity to it for the fact it had to hold such bitter wine. The other hand concealed her lips as her eyes shifted absentmindedly amongst the many bottles that decorated the bar. He tilted his cranium at a slight angle and his little pupils seemed to brighten up, along with his large grin.

"Hey, don't be nervous kiddo," he spoke in a comforting manner. "if it makes ya' feel better, I don't have a bone to pick with you. In fact, I found your reaction pretty humerus."

Her finger paused, teetering above the thin wall of glass, and so did her gaze. A pair of brows huddled together and she turned to look at the monster again. She could only stare at him for a few moments in silence, the cogs turning in her head almost audible to his non-existent ears. There was almost a struggle in her expression, as though she was hiding something. That could be seen when she finally revealed her mouth to him.

"Did you just make two skeleton related puns?" Confusion was evident but it wasn't enough to hide the amusement.

He faked hurt, a hand dramatically grabbing his chest as he turned his face away from her. "Damn, you can see right through me, can't ya'?"

A light chortle begrudgingly left her person. The jokes were terrible! but they tugged at her lips like elastic. Who was this guy? His voice was deep and smooth but he had a gravely laugh, a certain spark would flicker in his eyes with every spoken pun, and apparently he liked to drink... ketchup, as seen by the red bottle secured with his phalanges. She had never met anyone who was this quick with their comebacks whilst also being so relaxed and laid back before. Even his attire was followed by a faint whisper of "chilled out": white shirt beneath an ocean blue hoodie, black basketball shorts, and a pair of pink, fluffy slippers that she thought best not to question. Pushing aside the obscurity of his outfit, she found comfort in the light conversation. It had been some time since she found herself enjoying a male's company, or anyone's company, in fact. Such time without an exchange in dialogue was nearly enough to convince her she no longer had a voice.

"How 'bout I get you a drink? You don't seem to be havin' much fun with that one," the pale being audibly mused.

Eyelids, tinted orange by the overcasting bulb, blinked rapidly and cocked to an angle along with the head they belonged to. Many questions disintegrated as quickly as they assembled, recoiling into nothingness and being immediately forgotten. If it hadn't already, the early night was certainly becoming interesting for the unsuspecting woman.

#undertale #sans #sans undertale #sans x reader #sans x you #old fic i found in my garbage #maybe it should have stayed there #who knows #despite how old it is #i think it's cute #fem reader #x reader #female reader #x female reader #reader insert

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tangy-soup · 2 years ago

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Hii lookie! Even though I only made like 4 fully rendered pieces this year, I'm happy with what I've done this year!

(For months where I dont't have fully rendered finished pieces I put in the next closest thing I have that month.)

Ramble under the cut where I try to go over each month

General overview:

Funny thing I've noticed is how often I used cool tones this year bc my older art (that ive never shown from like 2 years ago) was characterized by warm tones

Even though I work through fully rendered pieces super slowly and barely come out of the year with any, I'm super proud of my progress this year! I've learnt and grown a lot as an artist and have also realized my potential. With that though also comes my fear of not being able to top what I've done, which I'm trying to work on! My issue is I tend to produce a lot of art when feeling highly inspired by a media, and right now I don't exactly feel the same kind of spontaneous and passionate inspiration as I did during the year. I'm definitely dealing with some sort of mental block right now when it comes to digital art and I'm hoping to get through that soon because I miss the process of making something I love through drawing!!

January:

honestly thought the boatem piece was done last year so I was surprised to find it in my January files! This piece was kind of a turning point for my art as it was my first more complex pieces (i had not previously done a piece w more than 1 character in it really). It was a lot of work and I was very nervous about it but I'm quite proud of what I was able to do!

Late january is also when i started sketching out the ethubs piece actually (i work slow)!

February:

I didn't actually do a ton of art this month, as I tend to take a break and slow down right after finishing a piece. At this point I was very keen on doing pose studies traditionally. I posted some of these and most of them were desert duo.

This month i started to really figure out my dnd character Ethe's main design as our campaign was starting. So, i did a portrait of her for that. The rest of February was working on ethubs and studying how to paint grass and clouds and just sketching here and there. I think desert duo brain rot was strongest this month

March:

March was also a mix of pose studies and random sketches and FINALLY FINISHING ETHUBS. I was also doing some art for dnd ^_^

April:

I finished the dragonborn npc centered dnd piece this month, and also began sketching out the cleo piece. In between working on cleo I did some joe art including an animatic featuring the wordle boarder and the sketch for biblically accurate joe :D

May:

Pretty much anytime i had procreate open in may I was working on Cleo. This is the most ambitious art project I have taken on and I wasn't sure if I was able to make it how I wanted, so I was kind of slow and on and off with it. I ended up putting it down towards the end of the month and did some more personal illustrations

June:

Big month for my dnd blorbos tbh! I introduced a sister for Ethe and was working on her design and their interactions. I also got a bigger sketchbook this month and did a bunch of traditional studies. I finished the flats for cleo this month and took a break so most of the art I did were sketches

July:

I was in the home stretch for cleo and with the help of my friends telling me to finish it i finally pushed through and finished it. I couldnt be happier w the results!! it's one of my proudest pieces this year and I put in so much work for it. But after I finished it i took a huge break from mcyt art and focused on dnd art yet again.

August:

My work for the multidimensional big bang started this month!! I worked out the character design early august and had a sketch for the full piece by the end of the month. In the meantime I was actually working on a cat painting I never posted... maybe I'll post it in an end of year art dump

September:

This month was all about the big bang piece. I had so much fun doing it and am super proud of the finished product. Im especially happy with the composition and inclusion of the background characters!!

October:

Again. Major break from making full pieces after finishing a huge one last month. I think I spent more of my creative energy elsewhere like my writing. Also school started again and I had moved apartments and there was a lot of irl stuff preventing me from drawing. I did try to do traditional studies if I could

November:

Kind of a dead month for drawing. Super busy w school, chugging my way through Ethe's ref sheet i started months ago.

December:

Literally haven't drawn anything new besides a new years illustration for greeting cards. I picked up crocheting again and have been spending a lot of creative energy on that instead, but to keep my drawing going I've been doing more figure studies in my sketch book i guess!

#soup speaks #soup draws #2022 summary of art

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k00293449a · 8 months ago

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Portrait-project summary

Over the last 6 weeks we were given the prompt portrait. I really loved this project as we were urged to go beyond the reality of what we thought was a portrait. I decided to explore the fact that everything has a personality and therefore deserves to have a portrait.

At first I decided to lean into the more eery side of my art as that is sometimes how my art tends to look. I just decided to go for it.

This is what I came up with for the more eery side of my art. I wanted it to make people uncomfortable and look at the image like it was telling a story. For example why is the eye bloodshot or why does the shaddow have antlers.

Throughout the project I started moving into how everything had personality no matter what it is and in my mind therefore deserves to have a portrait.

Even though the Teddy piece didn't work out, it still fits with my idea that everything has a story and therefore personality. we might not know the story of said thing, but we know it has history. I'm my mind that's more than deserving of a portrait. For the other 2 pieces, throughout the years, painting pallets have been great visually for me. They have tonnes of personality and reflect the artist who is painting the piece that they are being mixed for. They are a work of art on their own. For the bigger piece, I wanted to be a bit abstract and explore that along with reflecting the colours of the pallet I was mixing on. The smaller page is the actual pallet which I used to mix the paint on. I love it as it accidentally made the shape of a person walking albeit subjective it still falls into the shape of someone walking and I find that pretty cool as it was accidental.

I soon moved on to experimenting with colour and doing studies of different things. For example the process of painting or just experimenting with techniques I've never tried before.

For the first 2 I wanted to try gold underpainting. I found this techneique ages ago but I never implemented it wirh my work. I painted these onto canvas board that wasn't white but a tan colour so the gold would pop more. I experimented with colour and lighting in these pieces. I am extremely happy with how they turned out. For the hand study I applied a similar colour pallet to the 1st self potrait with gold underpainting. I experimented with colour and created an natural skin tone to contrast with the 1st gold work. I'm incredibly proud of how they both turned out.

I am currently learning how to use a camera and would like to apply this medium into my future works. Using a camera is very different to using a phone camera to take references and I like it alot as you technically have 2 pieces at the end of it all.

I again experimented with colour. I wanted to create a pallet where even cold tones are able to work with a piece so well that it doesn't make the warmth of the overarching colours appear dull.

I used these 6 weeks to learn alot about my art and to experiment with new and exciting things. That I will definitely use in the future.

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infinitefandomimagines · 4 years ago

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How the hq boys react to you pulling an all-nighter

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: kuroo tetsuro, bokuto koutarou, ushijima wakatoshi

Kuroo Tetsurou:

Kuroo had grown used to waking up with you pressed against his side in the early morning hours, each time pulling you closer and reveling in your warmth. It'd become something of a routine. He always woke up before you, eventually resorting to gently poking at your face when he grew impatient with the lack of attention.

However, this time as he reaches out, his fingers only grasp at cold and empty sheets. He lifts his head a little, peering through hazy eyes to search for your presence. When he realizes you weren't in your shared room, he lazily rolls out of bed to search for you. Maybe you'd woken up before him. It was rare that this happened, but when it did, you always made breakfast and had it waiting for the two of you when he woke.

After scouring the kitchen to no avail, he moves on to the living room of your small shared apartment. Sure enough, there you were, but why?

That's right! It hit him, you stayed up late to finish a lab report for one of your classes. However, when he went to bed he'd been under the impression that you'd eventually join him when you finished, not stay up the entire night. Yet there you were, still in the same position he'd left you in the night before. Hunched over a laptop, staring at the dim screen with dead eyes, attempting to comprehend the words on the screen. Snack wrappers and empty energy drink cans were scattered around your laptop along with a few loose pieces of paper and texts books. You looked absolutely exhausted, dark circles already forming just beneath your eyes.

It took you a while to even notice your boyfriend standing right in front of you, a concerned look painting his face. "Hmm? Oh, hi Tetsu . . . what time is it?"

"It's seven in the morning. Kitten, did you stay up all night?"

You nodded your head very slightly, rubbing the heel of your palms against your eyes, trying to the clear the cloudiness from your vision. "Had to finish my lab report."

He wants to scold you for sacrificing your health to finish the assignment that could have easily waited until today. But one more glance at your tired form tells him to bite his tongue for the time being. You were barely able able keep your eyes open, eyes closing ever now and then before snapping back open. Besides, it's not like he was one to talk, he'd done the same thing the week prior to finish a paper.

Looking back down at the empty food wrappers, an idea popped into his head. "Alright, Kitten," he spoke softly, extending both his hands out to you, palms up. "Let's go get you some proper breakfast, and when we get back you're going straight to bed."

Your movements were slow as you placed your hands into his, allowing him to pull you up from the couch. You wobbled a bit as you stood, but Kuroo was there to steady you.

Neither of you even bothered changing before Kuroo lead you to the front door and into his car, taking you to the small diner ten minutes from your apartment. He paid for your food, letting you get anything you wanted — except coffee, saying that you needed to sleep instead of trying to fight through the day on caffeine.

You ended up falling asleep in the car on the drive back to your apartment, exhaustion finally taking in over. Kuroo didn't have the heart to wake you up, so he ended up carrying you bridal style up a flight of stairs and into your shared apartment.

He gently sets you down in your bed, pulling the covers up to your chin. "Get some sleep, Kitten," he whispers, leaning down to press a feather light kiss to the space between your eyes.

Bokuto Koutarou

If you think Bokuto isn't right there with you all night, then you are terribly mistaken. He's not going to bed unless you're there as well, wrapped up in his arms. No matter how tired he grew, he absolutely refused to leave you alone all night while you caught up on school work.

"Baby. . ." he drawled out in a whiney voice, lips set in a pout. "How much longer?"

You let out a sigh, this was the tenth time in the past hour Bokuto had interrupted your studying with his complaints. Not even bothering to look up from your laptop, you spoke. "I told you Kou, I need to get this done. You don't have to stay with me, I'll come to bed once I'm finished."

All you got in response was a childish "No," and an even bigger pout. You playfully rolled your eyes at how stubborn he could be. Despite his determination, you figured his exhaustion would take over eventually and he'd have no other choice than to finally go to bed. So, you returned your attention back to your school work and left Bokuto to entertain himself.

A few minutes passed and from the corner of your eye you noticed Bokuto's head starting to slowly tilt downward, his chin falling to his chest. However, just as quickly as he began to drift off, he jolted himself back awake, his head snapping up and eyes blinking furiously. This continued for about half an hour before you finally interjected. You reached your hand out and placed it atop of his to gain his attention. The sudden contact caused him to perk up, eyes wide.

"Kou, I can tell how exhausted you are. It's okay, I'll be fine alone. Please go get some rest." You lightly grazed your thumb over his knuckles. You were starting to feel guilty that he was fighting off some much needed sleep just to be with you.

Of course, your pleas fell on deaf ears with him. Shaking his head, he once again refused to leave your side. With neither of you giving in to the other, you decided to seek out a sort of middle ground. A compromise that was mainly of Bokuto's invention. That's how you ended up in your current — and slightly strange — position.

Bokuto laid on his stomach with his head in your lap, muscular arms wrapped around your hips, holding you as close as possible. His head was cocked to the side so that so that he could snuggle his face into your stomach. You've got your laptop set up on his back at an angle that still allowed you to see it clearly. As odd as it seemed, Bokuto claimed he didn't mind, saying the heat from it felt nice on his back muscles. But you're pretty sure the main reason is that he just wants to be close to you, which you don't mind.

Every so often when you're not using your hands for typing notes, you'll reach down and play with his hair. He let's out a hum of appreciation each time your finger tips make contact with his scalp, scratching at the sweet spot just above his nape. With your fingers working their magic, you manage to lull him to sleep in just a few minutes.

The two end up staying like that the rest of the night, it was surprisingly comfortable. Although at some point, he almost knocks over the whole set-up when he stirs in his sleep.

Ushijima Wakatoshi

He's not all that surprised to find your side of the bed empty when he wakes up for his daily 6:00 a.m. run. You'd been working on a paper just before he'd gone off to bed, and by the looks of it you still had quite a bit left to get through. So he got ready for his run as usual, throwing on a pair of joggers and jacket before making his way to the living room where he knew you'd be.

What did surprise him however, was the fact that you were still awake when he found you; well, half awake. You were laid out on the couch, turned on your side to face your laptop, though Ushijima doubted you were doing much in terms of work at this point.

He really thought you would have fallen asleep by now, but obviously he'd underestimated your determination.

"Is it already six?" You mumbled, propping yourself up on your elbow upon seeing Ushijima staring down at you. "You know, you really shouldn't stay up all night like this. You'll mess up your sleep schedule."

"Mhm," You hummed out, not having enough energy to come up with a quip or argue your case for staying up. Ushijima's brows knit together with concern, you must really be tired if the most you can muster up is a dull "mhm." He didn't notice it at first, but now having a better look at you, he takes note of the dark circles under your eyes and slightly paler complexion.

"Would you like to go to bed?"

You nod, but don't budge, too tired to even make an effort. Sleeping on the couch wouldn't be so horrible would it? Just as your eyelids begin to flutter shut, a pair of strong arms slip themselves under your figure. With one arm supporting your back and the other placed strategically at the bend of your knees, Ushijima lifts you up, cradling you against his chest. You lazily wrap your arms around his neck, trying your best to help him support your weight — even though he'd proved many times over that picking you up was no struggle. Looks like you won't be sleeping on the couch after all.

"Did you at least finish your paper?" He asks, voice low and soft as he carries you to your shared bedroom. You nod again before letting your head fall against his shoulder. "Good, I'm proud of you."

A warm blush creeps it's way onto your cheeks at his compliment. You dig your face further into his chest in an attempt to hide it, but given the small chuckle that vibrates through his chest he'd already saw.

"Now get some sleep, you need it." The second he sets you down on your bed you're missing his warmth. Even as he tucks you in under the comforter you find yourself reaching out to him with grabby hands. "Stay with me Toshi?" He really wants to say yes.

"I'll be back in a hour after my run." He places a chaste kiss to your forehead in hopes that it'll be enough to satisfy your need for affection until he gets back. Of course, it's not, and he can't help the way his heart sinks when your arms fall to your side. The sigh that escapes your lips only adds to his guilt.

As much as you wanted him to stay, you were too tired to try and convince him. Instead, you just closed your eyes and turned to your side, accepting your fate.

There's a light shuffling followed by a sigh that you assume is just your boyfriend stretching before his run. But then the bed sinks behind you as the same pair of arms that carried you just a few minutes ago snake around your waist. Warmth consumes you as Ushijima pulls you into his bare chest, your back now pressed flush against him. His long legs naturally tangle together with yours, and he nuzzles his face into your hair, breathing in the scent of your shampoo.

"I thought you were going for your run?" You ask, not that you were exactly complaining about this change of plans.

"It can wait. Just get some rest, I'll still be here when you wake up."

"Mmm, thank you, Toshi."

A/N: I’m thinking about doing a part 2 to this with other characters so let me know who you want to see!

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oh-for-fic-sake · 3 years ago

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Superman's Dishcloth

A small cute headcannon thats been sitting on my tablet?

Summary: some people use pick up lines to get a womans number, henry uses a crochet lesson.

Warnings: Fluff?

Your fingers twisted the yarn around the hook automatically looping and pulling untill you made another double crochet stitch that the pattern required.

To be honest you wasnt paying that much attention as you worked your project, which was stupid really because you were making a new pattern, a bobble popcorn style head band.

You couldnt concentrate for two reasons

One. You were on a goddamned plane soaring across the Atlantic ocean. And if things went tits up you cant swim.

And two? You were seated next to none oher then mr henry cavill himself.

Not that you made a thing about it or even dared to look at him.

He he was watching you, eyes frowning as your fingers twisted the yarn into an intricate looking yet fairly simple pattern.

Youhad to stifle a laugh as his fingers twitched tryig to follow the moves and figure out what you were doing.

You growled missing count again. One, two, three three, skip three. A crochet, half double crochet, two double crochet in one stitch then skip three stitches and repeat untill the end.

Normally youd have no problems but your audience was putting you off.

You dropped the project in your lap as you miscounted again and realised you had to undo the last twelve stitches otherwise you'd be a set out on the end.

You closed your eyes grunting before slipping the hook out and began to tug the working yarn slowly before pinching it and slipping the hook into the loop catching it before it all unraveled.

"Why'd you undo it?" You jumped a little as the huge man beside you spoke up after watching you quietly since take off.

"Huh?... oh i misscounted i skipped four instead of three so it'd be out of line on the end and curl round..."

"How'd you know?" He frowned now leaning over even more curious then before.

You chewed your lip trying not to freak out as he peered over your little project.

"Err well i just counted the stiches i had left on the row, see i was up to here and there was five left not six, so i pulled it taught to spot the odd one out" you explained pulling more yarn through so you could point out the stitches to him with the hook.

"It looks complicated, you twist it so many times?" He said as your fingers began moving once more creating the repetitive pattern.

"Yeah... its not too difficult, Im doing a few different stitches is all, once you know a single crochet stitch and a chain stitch your good to go" You muttered with a smile.

"I doubt its that simple" he replied trying to keep up with watching your fingers guiding the hook jthought the piece making the fabric grow.

"It really is, here you see the little v on top?" You said slowing deciding to show him just how simple it was.

"Yeah?" He hummed quietly watching keenly.

"Thats the row before, so you slip your hook under both strands like this and loop your yarn over then pull through under that v so you have one loop on your hook" you said moving slowly and loosened the stitch with a light wiggle so he could see properly.

"Then loop the yarn over again so you have two loops, and pull the second one through the first... and thats a single crochet stitch" You explained showing him slowly.

"So you make lots of tiny loops and pull them through one another and it some how becomes fabric?" He asked fascinated by it, watching as you began to work on the next stitch.

"Yeah pretty much"

"But that one you pulled the wool over before you did anything at all?" You paused impressed he had noticed the slight difference... he had been watchkn that closely?

"So that was a half double, when you do a half double or double you yarn over first, then you just keep yarning over and pulling through until your left with one loop on the hook" you tried explaining as simply as you could.

"... it still sounds hard" he uttered still focusing on your hands that had been creating stitches.

"Honestly its not, i taught myself in about an hour and a half? Here try it? I've got extra yarn in my carry on if you want to give it a go?" You offered and instantly flushed you did not just offer to teach superman how to crochet like a fucking granny!

Before you could take it back and apologise he beamed.

"Really? That would be fun, i've never tried anything like this before" he said eagerly.

"Err yeah sure lemme just get you started, i'll give you a 5 hook... here" you said surprized digging about pulling the small ergonomic crochet hook out and some mustard yellow yarn.

"So you start with a slipknot... and then a few chain stitches" you began guiding him through it slowly teaching him the steps.

"So do you always crochet on long flights?" He asked pokeing his tongue out as he tried concentrating on the stitches he was doing.

"Yeah, im not good with confined spaces... especially confide spaces that are a good few miles in the air over the open ocean" you chuckled nervously chaining a stitch then turning begining your next row.

"Honestly im not either, usually i have kal- my dog but... not this time... this is good though, its helping take my mind off it thank you" he said sincerly.

"Dont mention it"

"Oh... i think ive done it wrong?" He said andnheld it out to you, you prodded it and to be honest you were impressed, it was neat, not a dropped stitch in sight... just a few loose stitches here and there, but he was finding a good tension.

"No, thats not wrong... just your tension thats all it comes with practice" you said handing it back to him.

"Tension?" He said making you pause. Oh yeah, he wouldnt knpw what that is yet.

"Yeah, how tight you hold the yarn and hook determies how tight your stitches are... mines pretty bad, i have to always use a size bigger hook" you expalined simply

"Really?"

"Yep, i do it too tight- even snapped a metal hook in my hand before" you chuckled remebering the way the hook had just... snapped mid project.

"Wow that sounds painfull?" He huffed eeingnyour hand curiously as if expecting you to snap a hook then and there.

"Yeah, i will admit i was frustrated with the project so it probably didnt help" you chuckled sheepishly.

"Frustrated? Was it complicated like that one?" He asked nodding to your growing head band.

"No, i kept loosing count on a pattern of 78 stitches" you said trying to wave it off but in actual fact that project had been murder.

"So what are you making?" He finally asked eyeingnyour work that had grown wider.

"A little headband, and hopefully i will widen it at the ears to keep em warm" you giggled wrapping it around pinchingnthe ends together proudly presenting it to him.

He grinned and looked down at his little square fiddling with it.

"And im making a... mess?" He laughed holding up the uneven square cheeks tinted pink when you giggled again.

"... Dishcloth?" You offered prodding it gently.

"Perfect, im making a dishcloth!" He bellowed nodding proud of his new diy dish cloth.

"I'm henry by the way. But from the way you were shaking in your seat im guessing you knew?" He finally introduced himself holding out a hand.

You smiled shyly and took it shakingnhands trying not to fawn over how huge hot and soft the palm was.

"Yeah... sorry i was nervous and you probably dont want to be bugged. Im y/n" you tried explaining nervously but he chuckled.

"I wouldnt mind being bugged by such a cutie~" he uttered quietly smirking at you tipping his head down a little too make sure you heard him despite his voice being quiet.

"Oh stop it" you flushed quickly looking down at your headband noticing your stitches werent as even as they could have been, but it couldnt be helped you had handsome distraction.

A very distracting handsome distraction.

"Its true. Besides i think it was me bugging you... and i have managed to plunder through your wool" he grinned sheepishly holding up his little dishcloth.

"Its fine, it not expensive, this is left over yarn from other projects" you waved him off. It was true ou had lots of odd ends and half skeins of woll from other projects.

"Well still i appreciate it, i hate flying" he said sincerly.

"Well now you have something to practice. Youll leave the plane with a new skill to stick on your cv" you added with a grin nudging him playfully.

"Indeed... And perhaps i can leave the p,ane with err...maybe your number to? You know to replace the wool and erm swap err instructions?" He said nervously jumbling his words.

You paused and looked at him shocked blinking. Did he just?

You blinked again watching as his face grew red and he chuckled nerously plucking at the woll on his dishcloth.

"Well i suppose every student needs to be able to contact theor teacher~ and these instructions are called patterns" you smiled to him nodding slowly.

"Right right i knew that of course they're patterns" he chuckled grinning ear to ear relived you hadnt turned him down.

"Well we have a good few hours, perhaps a few more lessons for my little student?" You teased picking up the pattern to show him some of the abbreviations. Mostly to try and concentrate on somthing other then the fact superman had just asked for your number... and was taking crochet lessons.

"Of course" he said excited eyes glittering with glee whilst looking at the small page.

#henry cavill #oh for fic sake headcannon #fluff #my ovaries demand fluff #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill headcannon

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happyselves · 3 years ago

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Law of Attraction { Lando Norris x reader }

Disclamer : Swearing !!!

It was a busy weekend for the Mclaren team, they were about to get associated with a new partner. It was a huge contract and it was your first big deal. Mclaren just hired you, you were on probation before your contract will be real. You couldn’t mess up, you needed this job, needed to make your proof. You just got your law degree and it was your first job as a lawyer and you got lucky that you found yourself working as a Mclaren F1 Team new attorney.

This contract was important for both parties and it would go to the press as well. You were set to make your client sign during the next grand prix weekend and it was this weekend.

You spend hours and hours in your office reading the partner offer but something was bugging you and you couldn’t put your finger on it . You had to fly this afternoon to join all the team in Austria and you were starting to feel stress because you knew you had to put that deal on your boss table for him to sign, but that it wasn’t a good one and that we would basically get screw over by some clause or something, you knew it in your guts, you just need to find which pieces of puzzle you were missing. If the partner attorney thought he could easily screw you over like this because you were in your first year of work, he was wrong. You might be a newbie but one thing your mentor had taught you was to never show your weakness. That’s why you spend all night writing a new contract, word by word like the original, to find that little detail and you end up finding it. You were ehausted and tomorrow was the signing day, but now you were ready to show that we can’t fuck you over easily and that nobody should ever underestimated you. That was probably why mister Brown had give you the job, hearing things from is old attorney and your mentor was one thing, but proving how worth of the job you were is another and it will be soon be your moment of glory, but you couldn’t celebrate victory to soon, another thing you mentor had teach you.

Today was the day of the signing, you were stressed, you didn’t know how this would turn out. You were scared to have made a mistake and the lack of sleep was starting to rub on you. You had your plan in your mind, letting the other party think they had the upper hand and not tell them you had found the hair in the soup that will make your client profit and not lose all his money. It was important for you to not show your whole game to the adversary, but let him build his ego before you put that last card that will make you win the whole game in hand.

To make it official, Mclaren had to make the deal in their motorhome, Mister Brown wanted his two drivers to be there with him while signing as well because it was an important partnership for the whole team. It will be your first time seeing them since you entered the company, you were based in the factory back in Woking, but never had met any of them. You were quite intimidated, but the job was coming before anything else, no matter how many hours you spend in your free time to search about these two drivers, focusing on one in particular because he was around your age and something was telling you that the two of you were somewhat alike in certain ways of your life. You would lie to yourself if you didn’t find him attractive as well, but your personal preference when it comes to man can’t interfere with your work, it was your first and most important rule in your code of conduct you had set yourself on when you started studying law.

You arrive early in the paddock, hoping to visit around and discover this whole new world that you knew nothing about. You gotta visit the garage of your team, mechanics were happy to explain to you one thing or two, having a silent competition between them for the one that will have the testosterone level at his highness and find a way to make you fall for them. You already know their little trick going to law school with men, nothing could surprise you anymore. You knew you were pretty or had a little something more perhaps, but seeing gentlemans thinking the same was actually really flattering. After this pleasant little escapade, you find yourself walking the stairs of the Mclaren motorhome reading to meet everyone in the meeting room. You were the last one to enter the room, but you could give yourself the right to make an entrance after the thing you discovered during your sleepless night of searching dirt on the company represented by the douchebag sitting on the opposite side of the table. By his face you knew this man was an asshole and that it wasn’t his first rodeo and you were ready to put a stop into his little illegal business.

However when your eyes meet the drivers, especially the youngest one, your heart skips a bit, before you turn yourself and find your boss judging your rather late presence. You quickly apologize with a nod of the head before inviting them all to sit around the table and start the meeting.

Everything was going smoothly, everyone was happy, except you. You already hated what you were about to do,but you had to act fast otherwise it will be too late and the papers would be signed in front of your eyes.

“ Excuse me, I have one more question before we head toward the signature. “ You interrupted the conversation, looking at your boss, waiting for his approval to continue. After all you were only doing your job to assure everything is well covered, he couldn’t argue on that. The opposite camp didn’t have any objection for you to give a go to your wonder, thinking it would be innocent coming from a young lawyer that is still learning about the job. He made a gesture toward you, avoiding getting over this.

“ Well, mister Backfield, without due respect I was wondering why you were so eager to help our company, I did some research, you know. Usually you are investing in smaller businesses, which will lower profit. Why show the Mclaren F1 Team when it's new territory for you ? “

And action, you knew that every word that was about to leave this man’s mouth would only be total lies, but he didn’t know that. You had the upper hand by far and you won’t give him the satisfaction to put down this team and family.

And he tried hard to explain, save his case, defend himself and if you were naive you would have believed the guy but you weren't and could give a shit about his speech.

" Well I'm afraid I can't let this go on further. "

Everyone around the table was stunted, not knowing what to say. Mister Brown was reading to make you go before you heard him a piece of paper and that's when his face changed and he let you continue.

" You see Mister Backfield, you thought you could screw us over and try to go fish at a bigger price. Unfortunately for you I find out who you truly are. A piece of garbage buying company when they must need it, making them believe you will help them develop until somehow by some miracle they are forced to declare bankruptcy a couple years ago and then you buy them twice the price they truly worth before miraculously going back on the high to sell them three times the price. I don't know you but I call that stealing and corruption and I'm not ready to let my company get fucked over by an asshole like you so you can take you goddamn deal, walk away from here and never show your face around us again or I can talk to the press and trust me they are going to love it. One thing for sure is that if it happens I might win big and no negotiation put on the table will make me give you your money back. " You threw him middle fingers as you stood up and showed him the door.

Everyone was so shocked they couldn't speak, not because of the revelation in itself but how you had handled the whole situation like a true boss, with confidence and pride.

Someone in the room was even more impressed and couldn't even close his mouth, clearly admiring you. If you knew better you would say that right there Lando Norris was falling in love with you and if that wasn't boasting your ego then you didn't know what will.

Mr Brown was the first one to come to you as you all watched the security guys escorting Mr Backfield out of the paddock. He was about to say something but the rush of adrenaline was making you bold and you beat him to it.

" I am so sorry mister Brown I know I should have informed you before the meeting, but honestly I wasn't even sure before entering in that room that my information was right and I only received the confirmation a minute before being here, explaining why I was late. Truly I'm sorry if I put your entire team in a difficult position, I will try to find the best replacement for you I promise you. " You were almost out of breath as you finish you log apologize but realize soon enough that it didn't really matter here.

" I am impressed with you, first month on the job and you are already making yourself irreplaceable, you shouldn't have to apologize and I certainly should be thanking you and giving you a raise. Your mentor was right to gush about you. You are someone else." Proud could be seen in his eyes and his smile couldn't leave his face as he hugged you awkwardly saying thank you one more time before leaving and going back to the garage with Daniel who made sure to wink at you and make a big thumbs up at you before heading out.

However, someone hadn't left his seat, Lando. You thought he was just going to stay there and ignore you but as you were opening the door he smashed it back close behind you.

" I observed you all weekend, wondering why such a little fragile person was headlining such a big deal like this but it turns out I was wrong, never judge a book by it's cover. I'm learning it the hard way. "

You turn to face him ready to get back at him but his lips on you made you shut up. He pushes you against that door again, putting his hands on your lower back. At first you were confused as to why he was kissing but eventually you just stopped resisting and let yourself enjoy the moment. You had a thing for him and you were now sure that these weird eye contacts weren't that innocent. He had a thing for you too.

His kiss could make you reach the roof, you never felt something like that before, not that you had much experience, he knew exactly what would make you moan into his lips and lose balance so he could tighten the grip around you. You needed air but you would not allow it to yourself, you wanted more, you wanted him.

The adrenaline in your system was still pumping through your veins and you couldn't really think straight, your hands found the back of his head, playing with his loose locks of hair. You were holding on for dear life on this ride despite the fact you barely knew the guy.

Lando ends up breaking it up and you realise you were hooked around him as he put you down on your feet again.

" Just for the record, what you did before was so fucking hot that I would gladly be a criminal if that means you would be the one to put me in jail. "

He made you laugh, you were gasping for air, messy hair, swallow lips and redness on the cheeks, no speaking of your clothes being runned and unfolding and your shoes not even on your feet anymore. Everyone knows what they say about aan that can make a woman laugh and you wouldn't argue on that, not with him anyway.

Now that you had a taste of Lando, you wanted more, so much more and by the look on his eyes he was willing to explore the " more " area with you too.

" Okay that was unexpected, but the good kind, so here's what we're going to do. You will knock twice on my door at 23pm tonight, room 344, not a minute before and not a minute after, hope you know what punctuality is because you won't get a second chance. " You gathered all your things, trying to clean yourself to make it look like nothing had happened before you caught Lando's chin in your palm.

" Hope you will have a good defense, because tonight is going to be the trial of your life " You blow him a kiss before leaving his sight, a pride face drawing on you.

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lady-ragnvindr · 4 years ago

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with the alchemist still on your lap, your hands ran over every part of his burning exposed body. kissing along the side of his neck, soft gasps left his mouth. you breathed in his scent and you let him guide your hand to where he wants them.

for a few minutes, you palmed his length with your right hand and rubbed circles on his back with your left hand. feeling him curl in on himself, you lift your hand off. there was a cry as he looked at you. come dripping down, though you doubt it was pleasurable. you didn't want to hurt him, but this was different. this was pleasurable for you.

whispering sorrys by his ear and decided to lay off a little on the slight torture. bucking his hips up when you continued to pleasure him. his hands setting themselves on your shoulders. not a space between you two.

"can you get dressed?"

no response. you felt yourself tighten your grip on the head of his length. trembling on your lap, you didn't let loose.

-"can try."

sighing and let go. putting your arm underneath his knees and carried him up to a chair. he hummed as you went around to pick his clothes up.

"we're going to my house."

[{-}]

you were lucky enough to live close by to his lab. one of the reasons why you visited him daily when you weren't out on commissions.

closing the door, and leaned to capture his lips against yours. he who was still in your arms. for he was still weak on the legs.

your house was simple enough that you knew where every furniture was as you walked to your room. never breaking away from the kids when you dropped him on the bed. with you still standing, you helped in undressing him again. moaning against the kiss when he felt your hands on his chest.

"lift you hips."

taking off his boots and shorts, you licked your lips when you stood up fully. his skin far more vibrant with the cobalt colored duvet. he stared at you, cheeks flushed, his already wide eyes holding nothing but lust and perhaps another emotion that you avoided, chest rising and falling, hands fisting your duvet.

"color?"

wanting to seem proud when he spread his legs at your question. but you held back.

-"gre-green."

stumbling on his words when he felt the heat in himself get unbearable. far away. your body was too far away for his liking. but as gasps left his lips, your arms moved to grab a hold of his hips.

pushing him towards you, legs off the ledge and his breathing went hard when your grip didn't loosen.

"hey."

your face near his again. kissing his jawline and lips ghosted his ear.

"I'm going to do something."

feeling him nod at your words. you pecked his lips and walked away to your closet.

when you went back to him, he was stroking himself, and you chuckled at the sight. your thoughts running wild before settling back on that you're helping him.

"when I used my fingers, did you want anything bigger?"

he eyed the objects in your hands. a silent moan and you got your nonverbal answer.

"use your words."

-"yes."

his answer could have been a squeak and you still would have asked again. you're not here to hurt him or make uncomfortable.

"lay on your stomach."

your voice held a tone that had him follow without having questions in his mind. rubbing your hands on his bum and you held back. grabbing the man aloe vera and coat the strap, after snapping it around your hips.

"I'm going to put two fingers."

his knees on the bed and he swayed. momentarily glaring at his body. no, you're here to help.

surprisingly, he was still wet in a place he wasn't meant to. far to wet actually. moving your fingers to touch the special nerve, moans left his lips. lightly scraping your nails against his walls, and you heard him choke.

-"more! more. more"

his head fell on the bed and you saw his knuckles turn even whiter with how hard he gripped your duvet. feeling that you were wasting time, you complied.

pressing the tip against the tool, and you can see him moving his legs. pushing himself back.

"patience, love"

leaving a kiss on the back of his neck. slowly allowing yourself to enter deeper, your face on the top of his back. filling your nostrils with his scent. your left hand held his bum from moving any more and hurting himself, while your right hand went to brush the strands of his hair. coated with sweat and you took a closer look at the tips. they weren't as light when you first saw him with them nor darker like it was back in the lab.

you began moving slowly and noises from the both of you filled the room. just seeing and practically feeling him shake from, hopefully, pleasure that was coming from the strap.

-"faster."

before speaking, he had choked on his saliva. nothing running in his mind other than you and your strap. your hands. your voice. you. you.

listening to his word, and went at a quicker pace. you were huffing and felt yourself wanting to ravish him.

-"deeper."

a bruising grip on his hips. more noises filled the room. you wanted to hold back. you were only here help him. but with him telling you what to do now, nothing of the good in you wanted to listen.

-"harder."

for someone who wasn't as vocal, he sure was happy telling you commands. glaring at the side of his face. his left hand was under him, near his length. the other was near his neck.

with his bruising hips, your hands lifted him off the bed. you eyes wide as his feet dangled and his hands scrambling to keep himself up. and you lost.

no longer were you being soft. not at how he couldn't even reach the floor. not with tears coating his cheeks. not with your name falling from his lips, almost as if that was all he knew. not when he wasn't saying your name, he was almost screaming. no longer were his noises quiet. yours becoming nothing but a whisper as all you heard was him.

you were happily strong enough to hold with on arm, as your other went to stroke his length at such a slower pace than your hips. already feeling him come, and stain your precious duvet. drool was puddling on his forearm and the duvet.

going far harsher than you wanted to, and there was smack heard. he had choked from saying your name again and you could see the skin on his bum turn red.

"you sound so beautiful."

regaining energy and continued with the ruthless pace you had set. you had smacked each cheek five times, and you couldn't hold yourself back anymore, not like you could.

his feet were moving around, wanting to ground themselves, but they settled on the front of you calves. toes barely reaching your ankle. he was so much smaller like this and it spurred you to go faster.

his arms were become numb at the angle, and his upper body fell. feeling his come and drool. but it didn't matter. nothing did when you were here. not when you were pleasuring him.

"doing so good."

biting his neck and you just wanted this moment to be forever.

"so good."

leaving marks on his skin. you wanted to hear more. feel more. needed more.

you pulled out, and he let out the loudest whine you heard. turning him, and he laid on his back.

his legs wrapped around your frame and pulled you back in. your hands went to his thighs. moving them so that you can go deeper. you could see with every thrust, he moved.

his eyes were closed and his hands were by his head, holding onto the duvet. letting go, you stroked his length and found yourself trailing the sweat droplets falling down. how the mark on his neck glistened brightly.

scratching along the bottom of his length, and he came for the second time. head red and it pooled at his stomach when you stopped it from getting to his chest. unbeknownst to you, it wasn't his second time nor third. you brought in so much pleasure in him, that it was the fourth time.

leaning down to capture your lips on his mark, far too pretty to ignore. your name was all you heard again.

"too much?"

smirking on his skin, no doubt he felt it.

-"no!"

he responded when you started to slow down. tears were threatening to fall at responding too slow when you didn't speed up. his arms felt weak, but her forced them to move and pull at your shoulders. wanting to bring you closer. if you weren't going to go faster, might as well go deeper.

-"clo-"

he didn't finish when he felt his mind go blank. so slow, but you kept hitting that spot. the spot that made him see white. gurgling out the rest of his words and just let himself go numb.

moving your face away from his mark that had surrounding purple marks, and licked his lips. kissing him, pulling at his bottom lip. licking at the tears that fell. no longer caring about the come that stained your clothes. your clothes that were getting too hot to be in.

leaning back as much as you could, with the grip that he had on you, you were only able to take off your shirt.

"you're going to have to let go."

shaking his head when he didn't release you. only piecing together that you were going to get away from him. he didn't want you far. to go.

sighing into his mouth and set your knees on the bed. there was a long heave when you pressed something on the head of his length. of course he didn't see it, feel it.

"color?"

eyes dazed, moved to look at you instead of the ceiling. he murmured something. you stopped moving, but didn't pull away the toy on his length.

-"purple."

croaking out a word. voice too much gone. you snorted at the response, and continued ramming into him.

"purple you say? should I stop?"

his arms shot to hold your biceps. stop means to leave. leave means no more pleasure. no more pleasure means you are leaving him. mouth opening, but getting distracted when you moved your arms and he felt the muscles move as well.

"str-strong."

he squeezed your arms and with determination, held on to your shoulders. you raised a brow when you felt him squeezing parts of your body that he could reach.

"should I stop?"

feeling his arms fall by his head. suddenly feeling you stop, wanting to croak out a noise. then feeling a soft touch on his whole from your fingers touching then emptiness. the feeling didn't last long, no. you couldn't leave it at that.

not when getting a taste at the wetness of his hole. it was something aching to sweetness. with the toy still on his length, you had pulled him towards you. whether he was flexible or not, he had to cooperate.

his back touched your torso, and your right hand circled around his waist, holding him from lowering and getting away from you. he let out a groan at the new position, but many more noises fell from his lips when your tongue freely touched his hole.

you wouldn't stop, almost feeling like this was the only thing you knew. feeling his wet walls and you helped yourself on the taste. biting the inner thigh if his left leg when you feel his legs close. wanting to speak, but that meant getting away to have him hear you.

with your hand still on his length, you finally payed attention that he has come again. how many times has it been already?

coating your fingers after letting go of his waist, and sucked on them when you decided to put the toy on his hole.

"color?"

only thing heard was your name and his hands reaching for you. there was a scream, and you pulled away from looking at his hole that clenched at the toy when set at the highest setting.

you stared at him after having his body lean on you. his knees now touched your shoulders and hesitating to continue.

-"green!"

keeping the word the only thing heard in the room.

blowing a little at his balls and massaged them. setting the toy on a medium setting and teased his hole with the strap. biting the other thigh and pulled at the skin.

"needy are we."

seeing him move his hips to go deeper in the strap. you let him move for a few moments. getting a good look at his face from the angle. he has come all on his neck and lower part of his face, even chest. huffing and flipped him over.

his head turned enough to look at you. a pout on his plump lips. moving forward, and you felt him vibrate along with the toy inside him, and captured his lips with your teeth. biting them and, harshly, pulled at his hair. devouring his lips and let your tongue explore his mouth from a different angle. having him taste himself.

"you're just so beautiful."

pulling away and thrusted with too much force and you wanted the sound that left his lips imprinted on you mind. croaking out sobs and set a slow pace. already seeing come fall from his length and under him.

gulping down a bit air at seeing the hair tips slowly go darker.

"can you do another?"

seeing him shake and fall forward with your thrusts. when you trailer a finger along his spine with one hand and the other on his length, you heard him let out the loudest moan and the hair tips were no longer pink.

he let himself lay on the bed, uncaring for the mess and you heard his soft snores.

Part 2! Hell Yeah! 🤩

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bullyhunter--69 · 4 years ago

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"She's so sweet, really."

Pairing: Izuku x fem!reader

Summary: When you and Izuku started dating, you were as happy as could be. He was beyond sweet and caring, and helped you forget about the bad in your life. But after he introduces you to his mother, Inko, and you start to be a more frequent visitor at the Midoriya household, you realize it's starting to take a bigger affect on you than you thought it would. Why can't your mother be like that?

Tw: mentions of family issues/absent family/family death, bottling up emotions and eventually breaking, a stressed Izuku, ends with soft fluff

A/N: This turned out so much longer and more angsty than planned but I'm really proud of it, tell me what you guys think! 🖤 (This is also my first ever angst written so--)

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Today was a beautiful fall day. Colorful leaves fell around you, the sky was tinged with a deep orange, and the soft grass beneath you made your time all the more comfy. You were snuggled next to Izuku beneath a huge tree on campus, who was currently going on and on about his latest quirk findings. The goal you guys originally had set was to review for the upcoming test, but the topic quickly shifted to Izukus day once your fingers intertwined with his and you inquired about it.

"-and so then once I asked Mr. Aizawa about it I found that- Hey.. are you okay (Y/N)?" You really were listening, but had found that you zoned out. Izukus concerned, soft voice brought you back to reality, and a small smile crawled it's way onto your features. "Yeah 'zuku, I'm all good.. I just was thinking about some stuff and was focusing on your voice. It always helps." You ended your reply with a squeeze of his hand, which all together resulted in his face blooming into a shade of deep red.

"Well, uh.. T-thank you, I'm happy to help!" He stuttered out as he felt butterflies all throughout his body. "Oh, also!" Izuku started, turning his body to face you more, holding your hands in his lap with a nervous look in his eyes. "(Y/N), I was wondering.. we've been together for a bit now and I.. I want my mom to meet you."

As soon as the word 'mom' reached your ears, you tensed up. It was always a sensitive topic, even if it wasn't your parental relationships in question. You knew Izuku had noticed, as the hold on your hands got tighter. "I understand if you're scared or nervous but I know She's gonna love you! She already says you're really pretty and smart just basing off what I've shown her.. she really is looking forward to it, and we don't have to stay long if you don't want to." The gentle rub of his thumb on the back of your hand and the puppy dog eyes was enough to soothe your nerves. If Izuku talked so highly of you to her, and if she was anything like him at all, you figured it wouldn't be that bad to meet her. She would be your mother-in-law someday, so you might as well get it out of the way now and not later.

When the day finally came, you were beyond nervous. The thought of meeting Izuku's mother and her not liking you made a wave of sickness and dread fill every inch of your body. Whether it was a friend, or a boyfriend, meeting mothers always gave you a bad taste in your mouth. It brought back all the feelings that you tried desperately to hide away and fight daily.

See, you were almost fully open with Izuku, but there was one thing he didn't know. Your family, to put it bluntly, was shit. Your mother always belittled you for every single little action you ever made and everything about you. Nothing was ever good enough. As a small child, it was always under-the-table, backhanded compliments with passive aggressive undertones, but after the passing of your father, it turned into raw, brutal words. She was never proud, and never actually loved you, she just used your desire to be a good daughter against you. It was cold, hard, manipulative behavior which resulted in you finally refusing to talk to her after you got accepted into U.A. The mental gymnastics you had to go through to hide all of this, especially from Izuku, was taking a toll on you. You never talked of family and never left the dorms, and had an.. unusual amount of luggage stored away in your room. It seemed like you packed your entire life up in a suitcase and ran.

Which is essentially what you did.

As bad as it sounds, you never planned on telling your love any of this. You just needed to forget all of the childhood trauma you were put through and focus on showing your mother she was wrong. Everything she said about your quirk being useless, to you being intolerable and a bad daughter, would be proved wrong. But, the biggest thing you planned to show her? Is that your father would be proud. She always used him against you, and you'd be damned if you wouldn't prove that point the most ridiculous of them all.

A soft knocking on your dorm brought you out of your deep thoughts, and your gaze slid to the door. Your hands shot to your face and you quickly dried your tears. "O-one second, I'm still changing!" You knew in the pit of your gut that it was Izuku coming to pick you up, and your thoughts were confirmed when you heard him on the other side of your locked door. "Alrighty baby, take your time!" God, he sounded so sweet.. this was hell keeping from him, but it kept him from worrying.

The night went on so much better than expected, and it genuinely surprised you. You had never met a woman as sweet as Inko was. She cooked your favorite food and had your favorite drinks, and even baked you your favorite dessert. She asked about how you were doing in school and once the topic of your quirk was brought up, she was beyond ecstatic to hear you talk about it. She even added on how she felt it would be useful in battle. The night was amazing. Nothing felt real, it all was like the fantasies you made up while lying in bed at 4am sobbing, so sleep deprived you almost can't move to get ready for your class that starts in just a few hours. It's what you've always wanted in a mom-- a beautiful, sweet woman who cares.

Why can't your mother be like that?

As the weeks went on and Izuku kept inviting you over for weekly dinner and game nights with him and Inko, you found it harder and harder to conceal exactly how much your mental health was struggling. Yes, you absolutely adored both your loving boyfriend and his equally loving mother, but it was just so fucking.. hard. Every smile she gave you, the loving, motherly twinkle in her eyes when she talked to Izuku, the amazing dinners, the endless support for both of you, the pictures she insisted on taking of you and Izuku-- it was all too much. You started to dwell on this every single night, and resent yourself for how much anger and jealousy you felt. This wasn't right, but you couldn't help it. It wasn't your fault that your mother hated you for every fiber of your being and Izuku had the best mother imaginable. He was your boyfriend, you should be happy.. right?

You didn't realize how hard you had been sobbing until there was a hushed yet firm knock on your dorm door. The tears that blurred your vision made it even harder to read the clock on your nightstand through the pitch black room you sat in, huddle up in a pile of blankets, All Might plushies and Izuku's hoodies.

9:54 p.m.

The pain that was radiating through your torso from the wreck you had become from however long you had actually been crying was torture. It felt like needles were being shoved into your lungs and your heart was being squeezed in a vice grip. Breathing felt impossible. Your throat was raw. But the thing that hurt the absolute worst, out of everything?

"(Y/N)? Baby, please let me in.." Little Izuku's voice sounded like the biggest bomb going off, the jiggle of your door knob making emergency alarms go off in your head. There wasn't any possible way to get out of this, and this might just be your biggest fear. Facing those soft emerald eyes and that sweet smile that has been open and honest with you over the entirety of your entire relationship, and even before. Telling the love of your life all the trauma you've endured, and then willingly decided to hide from him. No.. it's the disappointment that you're positive will shine through his features that's truly your biggest fear.

You don't know how long he had been listening, but one second was more than enough for you to know Izuku wasn't going to leave. He loved you endlessly and never left without making sure you had a smile on your face. So, with limbs that felt like cement, eyes that felt as if you were crying spikes, and an aching heart, you got up and made your way to unlock the door. It took a minute-- your hold on the cold knob firm and extremely hesitant.

3... 2.. 1.

Finally, Izuku had enough room to gently push your door open, and his breath was taken away when he saw you as the golden light from the dormitory hallway illuminated your entirely wrecked appearance.

Bloodshot eyes, make up filled tears streaming down both checks, snot dripping down to you mouth. The cuffs of his hoodie that covered your shaking body were soaked in black, wet mascara. Your hair was messy and tangled. You were.. broken.

After taking in every little detail of your appearance, a struggled gasp last your body when his arms were suddenly around you. The touch of his warmth around you was electrifying, and instantly brought you to your knees. As Izuku shut and locked the door behind him, still holding you in his strong arms, he sighed softly. "What's wrong?"

These are some of the only words that you really didn't want to come out of his mouth. They stung and tore through your heart like the sharpest of blades. They made you regret not opening up sooner, his tone overflowing with worry, fear, and dread. You knew not to make eye contact, but you couldn't even if you wanted to. Once those words entered your ears, soft and delicate as if you would shatter into a million pieces if he spoke too hard, another strangled sob was unleashed out of what felt to be your core.

"S-she's just so sweet.." Your voice, although strained and crackling, came out with an emotion Izuku had never heard from you before. A mixture of jealousy, rage, disappointment, and disgust is all he could pick out, but it sounded like something was hidden beneath it all. Something that you didn't know how to express, so emotions just came seeping out of you in the easiest way.

Picking you up was an easy task, as your body had long ago given up the fight to stay standing. The sweet boy made his way to your bed and sat with you cradled to his chest, your nose tucking away in the crook of his neck instantly to breath in his scent. It calmed you-- he calmed you, but you couldn't help but to shamefully pull your head away and look across the room.

"(Y/N), you have to tell me more. Who is 'she'? I want to help you.." His voice still held a delicate tone, his fingers combing through your hair with one hand and the other still holding you tightly. After what seemed like forever of Izuku just holding you and letting you cry every single ounce of emotion you held in your body out, your sobs slowly came to a stop and you took a soft, shaking sigh.

It was time to come clean.

"'Z-zuku, I'm sorry.." You started, slowly and steadily while trying to steady your breath further. The gentle back rubs from his warm hands helped sooth you, and gave you the strength to continue.

"I haven't been exactly.. truthful with you." As you took a second to find your words and sniffle, you could sense Izuku tilt his head to the side curiously. "You always ask if I'm okay-- if I'm happy-- and I always say that I am. I love you so incredibly much and you do make me feel happy and safe and welcomed and-" Your ramble was cut off with a kiss to your temple, which was a silent signal of Izukus trust and time.

"Because of how incredibly happy you make me, I dont want you thinking that this is your fault at all. Its mine.. I shut you out and bottled myself up when I should have just told you in the first place. I just.. don't know how to say it other than to say it outright."

Your shakey tone made Izukus heart race even more. He was staying calm and supportive on the outside but on the inside, he was a wreck. He was currently going over every single one of his actions, words, and notes that made what you and him were-- absolutely scraping the bottom of the barrel for anything and everything he could have done wrong. That stuff, though, was shoved deep so he could help you, because that was what was important right now.

"I don't.. Izuku, I love you and I love your mother so incredibly much. I feel at home with you guys but it's just so hard. Seeing how sweet and caring she is, how She's invested in both of our lives, how she.. s-she said she loved me.." You body was quickly starting to shake again, so Izuku pulled you in closer. "Why can't my mother be like that?"

There it was. It finally clicked in Izuku's mind. Everytime you avoided the topic of family, how you never had pictures with them, how you never had a place to go to during break, how every day after spending time with him and Inko you seemed drained the next morning as if you had stayed up all night.. it clicked as to what might be wrong, and his suspicions were confirmed when you continued.

"M-my mother hates me and she has my entire life. I have never received an ounce of love or respect from that filthy woman and it's always on my mind. Her degradation and her mocking laugh and her hideous presence. She used my dead fucking dad against me to make me feel like I'd never make it in this world and I just-- I-I want to escape the horrible memories but I can't. I just want a mother like yours.. it's what I've always wanted and I don't understand why I had to be the one stuck with a dead dad and a mockery of a mother. Seeing how absolutely amazing your mom is fills me with love and happiness and a sense of home I've never gotten before but at the end of the day, it just reminds me of how shitty my life was up until I got to U.A. I don't have a mom. I don't have a home. And its not fair that I'm upset over the fact that you having those things happens to remind me of that. I'm sorry."

Izuku was speechless. His comforting ministrations had stopped and he just looked at you. Even with the pitch black void that was your room, his emerald eyes shined bright.. and brimmed with tears.

"I.. I had no idea, baby, I'm so sorry.." Izuku was choosing his words incredibly carefully. He held nothing against you, nor was he upset or disappointed at you. He was a person that could put himself in someone else's shoes very easily and see through their eyes, and your emotional monologue was enough to paint your story for him. He just wanted to comfort you and show you everything was okay.

"I don't want you to be sorry, there isn't any need for you to be. You can't help what your mother put you through, and how horribly unfair to you that it was. Nobody can control how others actions affect them-- it's just how humans are.." Strong arms turned your body to face him, your limbs wrapped around his torso and your cheeks gently held in his hands. As tears streamed down his cheeks, he stared deep into your eyes. "You're so strong and beautiful, and I understand as much as I can. I love you so much.. Baby, to hell with her. I know it's hard, but she doesn't have to mean anything to you anymore. Me and you, and mom, can be our own family. We're your home now.."

A sob managed to choke it's way out of your throat, but this one was different. Your head fell into Izukus neck and you held him as tight as you possibly could, soaking his chest with more snot and tears. His arms held you back just as tightly as he peppered soft butterfly kisses along your hairline. This is how you stayed for the rest of the night until you calmed down and passed out on his firm build. Laying back softly, Izuku tucked you both in and kept his tight hold on you.

"Goodnight, love.. You're home."

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dreamsister81 · 3 years ago

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Happy anniversary Grace! Released August 23, 1994 📷 Merri Cyr

What were you aiming to achieve musically when you went in to record Grace and are you happy with the results?

Just to express, just to make a record of pure expression. Am I happy? Well...well, it's uh, it...Grace...a record that you make is something that changes and shifts and I am something that changes and shifts and I'm gonna have to really be a mature human being and say against all my sensibilities, yes, I'm pleased but I'm horribly self critical. I'm horrible. So sometimes I'll just say "oh this is the biggest piece of shit I've ever seen in my life, blah, blah, blah," but I won't...I mean, but because Mickey and Matt and Michael are on it, I can't really say that 'cause they do...I'm so proud of them. It's alright, you know, it's alright, I just can't wait til the next one. I can make a better record than Grace.-interview in Paris for Rock Rush, September 22, 1994

The next album will probably be more joyful but this time, it was impossible...You can be cute, funny, generous, there's always the danger of a break-up in a love relationship. No one is safe. Grace, this is the album of a jealous, poor guy who just got dumped."-Les Inrockuptibles, October, 1994

"I know the next album will be a very different kind of work—even more direct than Grace, but bigger in scope. If people were confounded by the range of the first album, they'll probably run to it as a safe haven in light of what's to come.

"I can see it now—'The amazing, beautiful disaster pastiche of Grace is totally lost in Buckley's newest work.' We haven't started recording it yet and already I'm bored with the reviews."-Now magazine, 27 Oct, 1994

I mean, I hope people don't get too attached...no, that's impossible...hope the media and the wheels that turn don't get too attached to Grace. 'Cause you know, it's out and you know, I just want to make another one and another one and we've grown so much already, we've completely mashed that album into the ground.

Is what you're saying is you don't want them to want you to do another album like Grace? Because the next one will be different?

No, no, no, no...I mean just like...uh, yeah,you know...I don't know, what is it? I just...

You know how sometimes the company will say "oh that one was so good, so do it again"?

Nah, the company is like the least of my problems actually in that respect 'cause they know everything's growing and the people I deal with are very happy and pleased as they say in the music biz. They know where I'm coming from but it's just like in another interview...um, we've evolved, and we'll keep on evolving, I mean like radically. Like radically. And Grace is, Grace is just a completely different work unto itself, it's a box where I put things in my past that have made made my past live, in a box, away.

So you're done with certain things?

Yeah, in a way. But on to new things. It doesn't mean that I'll completely eskew, or astew, or get rid of, whatever that word is, get rid of the old things, it's just that I like the present so much.

How do you feel when you listen to those tunes and how they were recorded?

Sometimes we can't listen to 'em and sometimes we're totally in love with 'em-WDET, October 31, 1994

The New York Times has called "Grace" the best debut record to come along since Tracy Chapman's in 1988. "I can't listen to it anymore," said Buckley, 26. "The songs have changed. I like it, but it is sort of like looking at baby pictures."-Salt Lake Tribune, November 10, 1994

What about Grace? So many people, at least in France, the press is all unanimous, your records are selling, it's a masterpiece...what do you think about it now?

'Massively beautiful album'...somebody gave us a rush of a commercial, that was supposed to go out on the TV and I hope it doesn't make it: 'Grace, it's unanimous, blah, blah, blah...' Not that's bad, but it's just a first album and we've really grown since then and it just doesn't make sense that it seems to have this kind of impact, commercially. The people who really...you know, like...I don't know, I'm sick of magazines, I can't even buy them anymore, just tired of 'em, they don't say anything. I hope it doesn't sound like I'm whining, and maybe I am, but it's just...it's boring man, I'd rather go to the gig. Now there'll be people who will come out with something else and people will say 'obviously lacking the splenderous chaos of Grace, this new album falls short...' I can hear the reviews already and I'm totally bored. I hope that people just calm down really. Actually our fans are pretty normal, they're pretty cool, they're pretty calm about the whole thing. But the media seems to...you know, the media, the rock critics they've lambasted plenty of brilliant friends of mine which just shows me they have no taste whatsoever, and usually in most cases. Just totally destroyed people who've made great work. And then this comes along and 'this obviously is the thing,' how am I supposed to trust that? I can only trust my friends, and my band, and the people that come.-interview for Top Live in Paris, February 15, 1995

Praise has been especially glowing in England, where the respected pop monthly Mojo named "Grace" the album of the year and Q magazine hailed it as "an enthralling, endlessly playable piece of work...the missing link between (Van Morrison's) 'Astral Weeks' and (Nirvana's) 'Nevermind.' Isn't Buckley flattered? "Of course I am," he says, shifting in his chair as if annoyed at himself for admitting it. "At the same time, I'm not 'Grace.' That album is like a brick onto itself. It's like a coffin that I put certain feelings and observations in so that they can be capsulized forever. I wanted to put them there so I would be free to move on.-Los Angeles Times, February 19, 1995

“I just thought it should link this album to my past a little,” he said at the time. “Grace is like...a lot of this stuff ... I don't know how to describe it to you...It's just a bunch of things about my life that I wanted to put in a coffin and bury forever so I could get on with things.

"On the outside of that you can say that I find great joy in the things that are sad. That's the way emotions are in people. They fall down on you and there's no way to get out, except to go through it. There's no way you can control it, there's no essay you can write to answer yourself out of it. It just soaks you like the rain. There's nothing you can do. Then it's gone and then another comes around. But tears are not all I deal with. I'll leave that to the next album.”-Juice, February, 1996

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felialani · 3 years ago

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Close to Home

I did it. I actually wrote something. I am proud that I finished this tbh lmao. I wasn't sure if I could write the Traders, but it was actually quite fun. Tho I'm no native speaker. Mistakes may be made.

Word count: 1,594 Warnings: death and near death experience. 6.1 spoilers eventually idk.

Fae Tanyel and how she got saved from Nald’Thal during the 7th umbral Calamity.

Restlessness had been felt for days. Tension vibrated in the air and everyone seemed to be just waiting for the unstoppable fate. It didn't matter what the leaders of the city-states said to calm the people. The sky was on fire, and no one could gloss over that with honeyed words. Hardly anyone had returned from Carteneau and the battle with the Garleans was still dragging on and on.

In East Thalanan, people were drawn to Camp Drybone. Most in the area lived in the city, but those who came from the villages sought shelter in the church. The feeling was hard to describe. The Immortal Flames stationed only sporadic soldiers around the camp to keep the crowd calm. Most of them were still at war with Garlemald, and many Brass Blades wanted nothing to do with the refugees from Gyr Abania.

Fae was sitting on a caravan. The Miqo'te girl looked at the blood-red sky. Her parents whispered quietly to each other, so she wouldn't overhear what they were talking about. They too, for lack of a better solution, were on their way to camp. The vehicle bumped over the dusty desert floor. It had not rained for days, and it was very, very hot.

A few hundred yards away, a couple of trees jutted out of the ground, deep into an abyss. The burning wall. It owed its name to the deep red light it emitted every evening at sunset, and what was normally a pretty sight was obscured tonight by the threatening sky.

One could see the moon. Bigger and clearer than ever before, it was making its way toward the earth. Fae wondered if Dalamud had a will of his own. She did not understand what was going on or why the moon decided to keep falling. Menphinas loyal hound. Did the goddess forsake us? Did the twelve?

Despite she didn't know much about the religion of her tribe, she knew what the moon meant to them. But they were in Thanalan now. It is the realm of the Traders and Azeyma, the Warden. What if they are watching over us now?

This question was answered with a deep rumble. Fae forced herself to look away from the red moon and turned to her mother. „Fae!“ The Miqo’te pulled her daughter close. The planet itself seemed to tremble. She could hear hoof beats as a herd of Myotragus jumped on the street. At the same moment a flock of birds was startled, and a second rumble went through the very earth below.

„We need to get to the camp!“ She could hear her father say as she watched the moon shattering. Slowly at first. Crack after crack, but as clear as day. Dalamud was far away, and yet the shard that first hit the ground made the earth shake again, many times more violently than before. Still – the worst was yet to come.

„Seven Hells!“ Fae does not remember who cursed, she could only remember a roar - wild and raging, it pierced the air. She could remember feeling nothing at that moment. Just watched in shock. Watched the dragon hatch from the moon as if it were an egg. Watched as Dalamud crashed to the ground and broke into thousand pieces. She watched as comets flew over her. The child could no longer see the dragon, but the hellfire that was now raining down on them.

She was only shaken out of her state of shock when the ground broke away from under her, and she heard her mother scream. Then she was overcome by a terrible fear. Fae reached for her mother's hand, but it was nowhere to be felt, and then realized that she could no longer see anything. The ground was churned up, and the dust floated thickly in the air. The child coughed as she breathed in the sand and the smoke.

"Fae!" The voices could only be heard muffled. She felt that she had fallen on hard ground, but before she could pick herself up, part of the earth shot up right next to her. The child cried out. Rock crumbled down on her, and then suddenly it was terribly hot. One of Bahamuts killing fires hit not far away and made a sickening sound.

Fae could see nothing and could hardly breathe. She could no longer hear her parents' voices, and she tasted blood in her mouth. She backed away and bumped into a hot stone. A corrupted crystal, freshly born from the earth. The Miqo'te child hadn't even noticed, but tears were streaming down her face and the heat was almost unbearable. She would die here. She was quite sure of that.

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"Thal, please..." said Nald, watching the moon shatter.

"We are not here to intervene, only to observe, brother."

Nald knew his brother's words even before he spoke them, they sounded cold and distant, but he could feel the pain behind Thal's words.

"So we are abandoning our children yet again."

In separate forms, they flew across the realm. White feathers adorned Thal's eagle body, just as black feathers adorned his brother's.

"You know our task is far greater than this. This will cost many lives, but our children are strong. They will endure."

The world below them was pure chaos. The Traders could feel the fear the Calamity brought. The souls cried out by this forceful rejoining. The destruction of a world strengthened the souls of these children and weakened the soul of the Mothercrystal. Hydaelyn's influence enfeebled once again.

"You sense it too, do you not?" It was not so much a question as a statement. This feeling a reunion of worlds brought was indescribable. So much dead, so much destruction.

But there was also something else - a dark presence. Stronger than before and yet pure in its own way. The twin gods know that the power of Zodiark was nourished by this blight.

"This is the last one. It has to be. She can not take it much longer." Nald said, and Thal muttered something in agreement. The keeper of the realm of death landed on the remains of a destroyed caravan. The air shimmered with heat, and he wondered if it was wise to stay here. The unstable ether was forming around his animal body, and he could not estimate how much it would take to reveal his true form to the mortals. Still, something bothered him.

Not far away, he could make out two figures in the dust. Lifeless, they lay there, in a position of mutual protection. But the fire of the Primal had burned them alive.

„Thal?“ His brother landed right next to him, watching over this lifeless people with a sense of guilt.

"A mortal." Was Thals answer, that let his twin brother in confusion. And then he could hear it. A soft but heavy breathing nearby. The traders flew side by side as they found a child huddled under a wall of newly emerged crystals. She was covered with dust and ashes and her breathing was getting weaker by the second. She was dying.

It was one thing to weigh the souls of these poor children on the scales. To take them to the heavens or hells, but another to watch them die. Nald closed his eyes. He couldn't bear the thought of it.

"Brother, should we really just watch?"

Thals gaze was still on the child as he hesitated. He could feel something that irritated him, and even more so that his brother didn't seem to notice.

He took off his animal form and assumed that of a man. Thal's dark skin shimmered almost golden in the fire of the apocalypse, his white hair was loosely braided over his shoulder and his eyes represented the blue flames of his true form. His brother watched him. He could feel what irritated him, but Nald wanted to hear it. Never before had they interfered with a mortals' life.

"Why her, why here?" Nald asked.

"She was not born to die here." Thal whispered. "I can just feel this is wrong."

"More wrong than the death of our other children?" Nald did the same as his brother as he took human form. He had the same dark skin that shimmered golden against the red sky. Long dark hair that fell down his back and warm, fiery eyes that matched his brother's cold blue.

A brief pang of anger coursed through Thal, as if these lives were not dear enough to him, but just one look at his twin was enough to appease him. Neither of them took this burden lightly. Of that he was sure.

"If I am not mistaken, it was you who wanted to interfere." Thal teased.

His brother sighed and bent down to the girl. Her breathing was now shallow. Nald took her carefully in his arms. The smoke from her lungs was easily removed, as was the dirt from her skin. But he could not heal the scars this day had left on her soul. Gently he lifted her up. It would be another hard time for her. The Calamity made her an orphan and when she woke up she had to understand what had happened. And above all, Nald'Thal was not someone a mortal liked to face after almost dying. But his heart swell when the unconscious child clung to him.

"This is right. I know it is."

Thal didn't answer, but he smiled. "Come now, brother, we have our duties. Take her with us for now, we shall see what comes when she awakens!"

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generallybarzy · 4 years ago

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too pretty for this.

anon requested: based off the photos of barzy at training camp: taking care of him after he gets hurt on the ice at training camp

an: yes!! here’s a lil request for an anon about our precious boy barzy and how beat up he’s been getting, bless that pretty boy. I’m also working on Hey There Stranger, so that’ll be out soon! I'm so proud of myself, even though it's short this is the quickest I've gotten something requested, written, and posted at once in a long time!!! Hopefully I'll get back in the swing of things soon!!!

tags: @selenophileangel @deleausvp @dunnwithlyfe @smit41 @softboybarzal @fallinallincurls @matbaerzal @brokeninsidebutnobodyknows @hockeyhughes11 @folkloreflyers @nazdaddy @shawnsreputation @comphybiscuit @aboveaveragehockeyboys @canadianheaters @ifiwasshawnmendesidslapmyself @baby-cat-nol-pat

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“Oh, baby…”

“I know, I know.”

Mat smiled sheepishly and held up his hands in surrender as he stepped in the door. He always loved how you were the first thing he saw after getting home from practice, but he knew today that as soon as he was within view of you, you were going to baby him. You pulled him into your arms in the apartment and he pushed the door closed behind him and dropped his stuff down before wrapping his long arms around you. He squeezed you tight and, just when you were about to pull back to get a good look at his face, he scurried off to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“Hey, get back here, mister. Don’t think you can just walk off.” He let out a laugh at the soft tone of your voice with the stern sounding words. Before being with you, he would’ve cringed at seeing couples sweet talk each other, he would’ve found it nauseating to hear their baby talk, but now he recognized just how amazing it felt to have someone to dote on you- and to dote back on them on other days. He wouldn’t trade it for the world, the beautiful exchange of love in this relationship, the pure, earnest loving and adoration that was shared. He never thought he would find a love like this. “Maty, I gotta check up on you!”

“I promise I’m okay.” But still, he came to sit next to you on the couch, where you were already reaching for him, eyes wide and searching his face for any more injuries. “It’s seriously nothing.”

“Beau sent me pictures of you when you were bleeding.”

“It looked worse than it is. It’s just a little cut.”

Still, you reached up to cup his face between your palms, tenderly, and turned his head this way and that, examining his pretty features and the ugly, bandaged cut above the corner of his lip. His lips turned up at the corners, allowing you to play doctor and make sure he was still up and running like the Mat you loved so much. You tilted his head side to side before grazing a thumb across the bandage delicately. “You gotta be careful out there. You’re too cute to keep getting beat up, bubs.” He smiled, cheeks lighting up in a grin, always loving when you held his face. He leaned in to your touch, practically snuggling into your palm.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“I’m cute, eh?”

“Adorable.” You leaned in and pressed your lips to the tip of his nose, his face scrunched up in an uncontrollable grin in the beautiful way he always did, the smiles where he could barely contain his happiness and let it swallow up his entire being. He was happy. He was always happy with you. And just knowing that you were the one causing these full-body smiles made your heart swell with pride. He chose you. “You’re just so cute, my beautiful, talented, pretty boy, you know that?” Mat’s cheeks went pink at the name, sticking his tongue out to wet his lips.

“Hmm. Call me that again?”

“What, pretty boy? You like that nickname?”

“I do.”

“Well,” You leaned back against the couch and pulled him down with you, slowly, letting him rest his head against your chest as you pressed your lips against the top of his head, breathing in the shampoo he’d used after his shower and playing with the dark locks. “It’s true. You’re my pretty boy.”

“Only yours.”

He sighed against your chest and let his eyes slip shut. He was content.

“And my pretty boy keeps getting hurt. What are we gonna do about that?”

Mat couldn’t form an answer, too busy focusing on the way your soft fingers felt on his skin, the way they traveled up and down the back of his neck, the way they immediately found his cheek when he turned his head to the side, and the way they danced their way delicately across the bandaid with so, so much carefulness. The way your other hand slid up his body and under his hoodie, across the warm, tight muscles on his back and over the developing bruises from practice, ever so gentle wherever you touched him. He loved that about you, the way that no matter how obvious it was that he was so much bigger and sturdier than you and could handle a rougher touch, your hands always lay on him as softly as possible. The act always knocked the breath out of him, seeing how gently you touched him and how much you cared, and it almost felt more intense than if you would’ve been rough. It felt more intimate. More special. Mat’s job consisted of him getting beat up and slammed against boards, and you always gave him the gentle side of life. He would get home from games or practices, black and blue, bruised and beaten and bloodied, and you would be there to hold him, run your fingers through his locks, and adore him like he deserved.

“Bubs?”

“Huh?”

“You falling asleep on me?”

“Sorry. Just feels so nice.”

“Good.” Your fingers tugged at a knot in his hair and your hand rubbed along his shoulders. “I’m serious about you having to be more careful, okay? You’re too pretty, baby. That pretty boy face of yours is gonna be all banged up by the end of the season.”

“Babe, I’m a hockey player. I’ve been through worse than a cut on my face.”

“I know, but it doesn’t make it any easier to see you get hurt. I worry.” He looked up at those words, hearing the pout in your voice before he even saw the way your bottom lip jutted out so cutely at him. He pouted right back at you for a moment, stretching up to press a playful kiss against you before settling back where he belonged.

“I’m sorry for worrying you.”

“S’okay. As long as you come home in one piece.”

“Always.”

He lifted himself onto his knees and crawled further up your body so that he could press a kiss directly onto your mouth, his big hand cradling your cheek in his palm, before resting the entirety of his weight against you. Your favorite weighted blanket.

“Ya know,” You started, your hands curling through his locks once again as he closed his eyes to get some rest. “The more beat up you get during practice, the more I wanna just lock you up here and not let you leave this couch. Keep you all safe with me so you can’t get hurt anymore. That’s what I wanna do. We can stay like this forever.”

He laughed against your chest, the feeling resonating through your body and sending vibrations of love and devotion deep through your soul, and looked up at you under heavy lashes one final time before settling back to sleep:

“That doesn’t sound so bad.”

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siimjaeyun · 4 years ago

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Chapter 3: A vote for ghost trucks

Synopsis: Heeseung’s father, the head of city, asks him to get more involved with the family tactics of politics. Luckily, the mystery group is up to lending him a hand and helping him get re-elected. Or well-that’s the plan up until a ghost truck appears in the city stealing door knobs.

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The young boy drove at full speed before stopping himself at witnessing the blaring blue and red rights of the motorbike behind him. The officer approached his window, moving his glasses downwards to meet the boy eye to eye.

“You do know your speeding right?”

“Yes officer, I'm’ v-very sorry.” The officer did not get a chance to respond before a thundering sound escaped from behind; following a large truck covered in fire and meshed cloth.

He quickly turned his attention towards the speeding vehicle, rushing and trying to get a response. Yet, the truck held nothing and instead moved sideways to push the man off the road. The truck escaped without a trace, and the officer was left dangling off a tree.

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Heeseung found himself walking up the stairs of the city building and directly into his father’s office.

“You don’t think he’ll send me away. He usually never calls me here.”

“I doubt it. Besides, we’re right here.” Sunghoon patted his back gently and saw as Mayor Lee left the room to welcome his son.

“Heeseung, you’re just on time! I thought it was time for you to learn about the family business, politics.”

“But dad, that’s adulting. I’m a teen, and teens like building traps and mystery solving.”

“No they don’t Heeseung. I want you to be involved, and you can start by helping me print pamphlets for my re-election.” He shoved a slip of paper into his hands and trudged in the opposite direction.

“Looks like we’re on office duty.” Sunoo and Jake quickly got to the copy machine, first attempting to even figure how to turn on the damn machine.

“y/n can’t make it today, but I know she’s sending you support.” Jungwon gave him a small smile, and joined the confused duo by the copy machine.

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“Are we an item? Girl quit playing.” The Bieber sang rang in the background as you worked on the embroidered design on the black bucket hat in your hands.

“Y/n! Dad wants to see you!” Jay’s voice echoed from down stairs, leaving you with no other option than to obey his wishes. You made your way downstairs and saw a young man waiting by the entrance.

“Ah, Y/n, I’d like you to meet Han Jaehyun, the son of Han Cooperation.”

“It’s my pleasure to meet you, here’s a small pendant for you.” He tossed you the ladder shaped pendant, but you casted it inside your pocket.

“Well, I must get going, but um how about I give you a call later for a magical outing on the town. See you later, babe.” Confused, you turned to Jay who had simply been observing quietly from the staircase.

“You’re trying to set me up on a date!?”

“Honey, at least give Jaehyun a chance”

“B-but, what about Heeseung?” You pushed them away and took a seat on the stairs waiting for them to respond.

“Yeah, but aren’t you guys just friends?”

“Yeah, but it feels like cheating,” an uncomfortable pause broke out so you spoke again, “I mean cheating on a good friend of course.”

“Sis, come on. It’s just one itty bitty date.” You unconsciously rolled your eyes, and made your way out the door.

“You only say that because you're the family's favorite.”

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“Uhh...Jungwon, I’m pretty sure that’s not how you do it.”

“Relax, just type 40,000 and boom.” He pushed the big green button without a care, and soon enough, the machine crashed and blasted a dark ink through the room.

“Just fantastic, you broke it!” Sunoo gave him a smack in the head and saw a man approaching them; his suit covered in a similar ink.

“Look what you did to my suit!”

“What’s the meaning of this?” Mayor Lee stepped out from the comfort of his office and saw his rival, vivid and clearly upset at the disaster he found.

“If you’re going to play dirty Lee, then two can play that game.” Without another word, he left quickly.

“Who was that dad?”

“Mr.Xiang, he’s the candidate I’m running against. His father was mayor, but was removed when he robbed a diamond. He still claims his father is innocent.” A small hum escaped from him before he left the scene.

“Let’s get this fixed now before picking up Y/n.” They got to work; picking up the pieces and cleaning the ink off the walls.

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You sat on the edge of curve, patiently waiting for a light purple van to pull up with your chaotic friends.

“You have a moment?” Jay peered out the front door and took a place beside you.

“Do I have an option?” You both chuckled and sat in a comfortable silence.

“I’m sorry, you’re right. I don’t know how you feel, but if you really don’t want to go on that date...I’ll try to convince mom and dad.”

“Really?” You turned at him with confusion and played with your hands not knowing how to deal with the issue in front. Jay was trying to help you, and you had found a way to get rid of dating random guys that your family finds ‘fit.’ Yet, a bigger part of you knew that your feelings for Heeseung would go unresolved if you never gave yourself the chance to explore.

“I-I really appreciate that Jay, really, but if I ever want to get over my crush, then maybe trying wouldn’t hurt.” You gave him a small fist bump and looked up when a honk welcomed you to join the friend group.

“I’ll see you later Jay.” You got up and into the van you went, lightly waving at Jay from your window seat.

The night had settled, and your drive towards home was engulfed in a karaoke talent show.

“Yikes, what kind of maniac has such bright lights?” All of your bodies turned backwards and a sudden force pushed the van to the edge.

“The heck is this man’s problem.” The phantom truck soon drove stronger and managed to get the van to sked off the edge of the cliff. Running on adrenaline, Heeseung managed to prevent the van from falling into the ocean below. A breath of relief escaped from everybody in the van, and it was a while before the truck finally managed to disappear in the fog in front.

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“So you’re telling me a ghost truck tried to kill you?” Chief Kim looked at you with a questionable expression, but when your head nods affirmed what you had told him, he broke out into a smile, “finally, a tourist attraction!”

To be frank, the mystery group was no longer shocked by the man’s comments. At the end of the day, both Chief Kim and Mayor Lee heavily relied on the creatures to gain tourist attraction.

“Hey guys, I think I found something.” Heeseung managed to pry your attention away from the officer, his hands motioning over the road that you had driven on earlier.

“Y/n, let me borrow your phone.” Without hesitation, you tossed your phone to him. He turned on the camera, and the shutter of the photograph broke the silence of the night. Heeseung turned back his attention to his friends, displaying proudly the image he had managed to capture.

“Tire tracks?” Sunghoon held the phone closer, and saw the patterns of the tires painted on the road.

“But ghosts don’t have tracks?” Sunoo looked at his older friends with no response.

“Exactly,” Before Jungwon could continue his thought, your ringtone broke him off from doing so. Heeseung, who still had your phone, answered the call to place it on speaker.

“Hey y/n, this is Jaehyun. I wanted to remind you about our very wonderful date for tomorrow at the Delia Diner.” You didn’t even get to react before reaching out to get your phone and pry it away from Heeseung.

“I-um, J-” Your stutters managed to do nothing and eventually Jaehyun hung off with a “see you later babe.”

“Heeseung I can explain,” all of your friends turned in the other direction. Heck, everyone besides probably Jake and Heeseung himself were aware of your feelings towards the oldest member.

“He sounds great y/n, make sure to order the chocolate shake though, it’s better than the vanilla one.”

“You want me to go on the date?” The hurt in your tone was noticeable, but to a very dense Heeseung, it didn’t mean much.

“We should head home.” Jake gave you a light pat on the back and led you back to the car with the others; Heeseung slowly trailed behind.

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“The doorknobs are missing?” Sunoo inspected all the doors of the city hall, finding no trace of the regular crystal like knobs.

“They’ve gone missing all over town. It’s at the museum too.” Jungwon stood next Sunoo, pacing his eyes between the door and his friends.

“Too bad for old Mr.Lee,” behind them stood Mr.Xiang, a man who seemed too happy at the sudden disappearance of the door knobs, “remember missing stuff means angry voters.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s the robber.”

“You can’t just go around accusing him,” Jake tried to ration with his 02 companion, but had no luck when Jungwon spoke again.

“I think Sunghoon’s right. At the end of the day, he’ll benefit from all of this.”

“The only way to be sure is if we trap him right?” Heeseung showed up a proud smirk before skipping down to his van to retrieve all of the items he needed.

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“Too bad y/n missed out on the fun of setting a trap.” Sunoo mentioned sarcastically before staring at the shark tank in the middle of the room.

“Jake, you look quiet today.” Sunghoon pestered his friend, who since the night before had been filled with a blank expression.

“Is this about...no...what...Jake…for a moment I thought you might be upset over y/n’s date. How dumb of me.” Jake remained silent; he’d rather not mix his confusing teen emotions with the business at hand.

“But I’m sure she’s having fun on her date.” Heeseung managed a response to Sunoo’s earlier comment, and continued on with his mission of untangling some ropes.

Meanwhile, you were clearly not having any fun. You’d almost think that Jaehyun had bailed on your date, seeing as though half an hour had already passed by. You were getting impatient; there was some trucker guy trying to kill you and your friends, yet you were here waiting for a guy your parents had chosen.

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“What is the meaning of this!?” Mayor Lee hung on top of the shark tank; he was loosely held by a chord and couldn’t manage to bring himself down.

“We thought you were Mr.Xiang, he’s the trucker.”

“Non-sense Heeseung. You and your friends' imagination is too strong, now get me down!” In the background, Mr.Xiang was seen in the shadows, strolling by casually.

Heeseung and his friends abandoned the post after letting down his father, following behind Mr.Xiang who was inside his small car.

“For a villain, I would assume his car would be cooler.” Eventually, his car got lost in the blanket of fog, but luckily, the van stopped right in front of the ghost of the truck.

“This is our chance, hurry.”

“What happened to staying alive?” Sunoo and Jungwon didn’t manage to have an opinion before Jake and Sunghoon dragged them from the van.

They inspected it carefully, inclusively a smudge revealed that it had been recently touched up with paint. Still, nothing else was achieved before the group found themselves once more fleeing from the scene, however now in a backwards direction.

The truck roared and pushed the van in reverse; the cliff leaving in a dent in the front side of the poor van. With fright, the five boys shouted at the top of their lungs, but managed to stop when Heeseung turned off the front lights and hid in the small road to head to your supposed date.

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“Hey sorry I’m late, work got busy.” Jaehyun took a seat in front of you and managed to go by without noticing you rolling your eyes.

“I’m starving.” With no warning, his hands revoked the plate from your hands to dig into the order of fries.

He continued to eat, and managed a word or two between mouthfuls. Thankfully, your five friends arrived on time, and broke you away from the date.

“Can’t you see we’re on a date?”

“Sorry Jaehyun, but my friends are in an emergency. Guess we’ll continue some other time.”

“Woah, sick bucket hat.” Heeseung complimented your date, and discussed his appreciation for the outfit that Jaehyun had worn.

“Y/n, you mind? I forgot my wallet at home.” Just great, first he arrives late, and now he pulls this stunt. It didn’t take long for Jaehyun to finally leave, but Jake waved a cd with the familiar JK stamped on the front.

When you had made your way to the van, the cd played the recording.

“Hello my fellow friends. If you want to solve this mystery, you have to follow the fog, and remember some diamonds can open a lot of doors. Happy hunting.”

“Come on, we have to go back.” This time, the blanket of fog led to a canyon. The marble rock gleaming a bright purple given the time of day. Using your limited light, you managed to reach into a crevice that contained a lever. Pulling it back, an entrance to the cave revealed itself.

“Woah, this would make a sick hangout.”

“Yep, just us and a few thousand doorknobs.” A couple of piles with crystal doorknobs became emphasized with the moonlight shining in. Sunghoon’s hands graced over a book, and within it, a confession to a diamond robbery.

“He stole it. Mr.Xiang’s father is confessing to the crime in black and white.” Jungwon held onto the book, but didn’t get far into reading, when the earlier roar once again cried in the depths of the cave.

“Hurry!” Heeseung took control over the van, heading back to town at the fastest pace that he could. The frontside of the phantom truck grabbed onto the tires of your van, sliding the car further back. Heeseung, having been in this situation at least two times before, skated off the frontside, and managed to turn the car to face forwards.

“How do we get off his trail?”

“Head to your trap Heeseung!” Listening to Jungwon’s order, the van began to drive onto the streets, diminishing and destroying whatever objects were in the way. Eventually, the van pulled into the city hall.

“Now.” Grabbing a straw, Sunghoon shot at the record player, the disk spinning far enough to cut the rope that would catapult the truck. That it did.

The phantom truck was swung backwards, landing on the top and the driver’s seat missing the shark tank by a slight inch.

“I heard a monstrous noise, tell me it’s true!” Mayor Lee displayed Chief Kim’s earlier reaction; a tourist attraction brightened his gloomy face.

“We caught the ghost trucker, and it’s none other than Mr.Xiang.” Unlike what you had expected, Jaehyun came crawling out of the machine.

“Jaehyun!?” He fell hard onto the marbled floor, dusting himself as he got back onto his feet.

“That’s right, and I would’ve gotten away with it too, if it wasn’t for my meddling date and her obnoxious friends.”

“It makes sense. When Jaehyun had heard about the missing diamond Mr.Xiang’s father had stolen, he went looking for it. Remember JK’s clue, ‘a diamond can open doors,’ he had the diamond as a door knob, but because he never specified, you stole them all. You stole the crystal door knobs and smuggled them in a truck.”

“But why, you’re rich?” Jaehyun preferred to give no response and was led off by the authorities.

“I must say son, you managed to bring back the missing treasure, I’m happy.”

“Does this mean you support my dreams for mysteries and traps?” Mayor Lee responded with a hard no, and made his way back to his office.

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“Since Mr.Xiang has pulled from the race, I am happy to say I will be once more serving as your proud Mayor AND, that MY son, future mayor of Seoul, Heeseung has managed to return the missing diamond to us along with his friends.” The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, eating up every word that Heeseung’s father had managed.

You made your way back to the van before being stopped by Jake who held out a bracelet to you. You looked at his eyes, and saw a small smile forming on his face.

“I thought you might like it.”

“Thanks Jake, I love it.” You admired the white chain hanging on your left wrist before welcoming him into a hug. Maybe Jake had gained more than just a solved mystery.

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Note: Jay and Niki will be added to the story as the plot progresses. Jay to be added more into the next chapter!

P.S: My asks should be open lol, and I was wondering if people would like a taglist lol, but feel free to send a message or suggestion! :) <3

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