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jade-len · 11 months ago

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no wait actually it'd be funny as hell if the svsss otome game was stupidly accurate to the characters and nature of the novels. butterflies? romance? sure, but don't forget absolute crack induced mess with a hint of angst! allow me to demonstrate.

pursuing shen qingqiu: you're trying to pursue shen qingqiu? good fucking luck because he's dense as hell and will take multiple chapters to even realize you like him, nonetheless actually like you back. you're gonna have to witness his mental gymnastics first hand while attempting to flirt with him or literally showing any amount of affection. so, either you're gonna have to take it slow and wait for sqq to finally realize, or you're gonna have to be real damn obvious (and even then, he'll find up some excuse or not notice at all). sure, his affection meter will go up, but much.. slower than usual. considering his lack of care for "canon fodder" compared to lbh and pure denseness.

you won't be able to win. set your gender as female? no no, you're for lbh! he'd kill sqq for even daring to look at someone as beautiful as you! set yourself as male? whattt? he's not gay! no sir, no way! you may be attractive, but shen qingqiu is a perfectly normal and straight man!! this probably won't apply if the player sets themself as gn though lol

you'll probably get an option to clarify yourself every time you interact with him ngl. just to make sure he understands. drawbacks are making him think that you don't think he's capable of understanding things (if you say some corny ass romance shit he and sqh will not take it seriously)

pursuing liu qingge: prepare to keep your inventory open because the man will pop up out of buttfuck nowhere and gift you demonic beast heads as if they were a couple of treats! no explanation needed besides "..this is for you". then, he'll take off running or stand uncomfortably still watching you take in the bloody monster corpse as you try to formulate a proper response. respond in anything else but a thank you and a nice smile? liu qingge is confused and devastated and will not get over this moment. please just be nice to him from the start (unless you want a rivals to friends to lovers style romance). the poor guy is just so beautiful he hasn't been able to learn any proper social skills! he got it pretty easy, but now he's emotionally constipated. uh oh!

tell lqg he's cute? he's going to try and fight you. give lqg a little kiss? he's gonna punch you. in the face!! softly! ...with his own lips (whenever you do something to fluster lqg you won't be able to tell if combat mode got activated or not).

but that'll only be further on in the relationship, so just be ready to get into a duel with him because lqg cannot for the life of him understand the little butterflies in his stomach whenever he sees you. so thus, he believes he should take it out by fighting you or running away to slay beasts 5x faster than usual

please don't even get me started on shen jiu. just don't. you're probably going to want to punch him midway pursuing him.

"okay, we already know about sqq/sy, sj, sqh, lbh, etc! what about the other characters? characters that people don't talk about nearly as much. how would someone even work with them? how will they live up to them in true svsss crack fashion?" -you, probably

this is where imagination and headcanons come through!

haha, you think characters like zhuzhi-lang and mu qingfang, etc, would be safe? they're in svsss out of all places!

sure, mu qingfang may be pretty relaxed (and bland, not a lot there, honestly. curse sqq's narration and lack of attention for anyone other than lbh) compared to the other pursuable characters, but he is a very busy doctor! a doctor that is literally living in a world with none of the technology and knowledge we have in the modern day, full of porn plants and a thing called dual cultivation which, I'm sure is pretty morally ethical.

the poor man is probably drinking away, having to deal with sending away yet another patient to live with a terrible illness which he cannot do anything about. having to see yet another helpless, pregnant teenage concubine who didn't have a say in anything. sure, magic exists, but do you think airplane really thought about shit like this? can you just imagine how fucked over mu qingfang must feel? his route would probably consist of him constantly feeling like he can never do enough, how he's pretty much a workaholic because that's the least he can give to the people and help others. and please, the dual cultivation. how can he, a healer, refuse?

what if he doesn't want it? save the person, and get it over with. mu qingfang is doing a good deed. he'll be a bad healer- no, a bad person if he doesn't do this. he doesn't want to be. please, he's doing his best.

if you're gonna pursue mu qingfang, just get ready because if i ever make a damn svsss otome game i will absolutely not hold back on the hurt and angst, no matter how silly it is. idk, if the character isn't character-ing enough i will make it work.

(oh and, gongyi xiao? head disciple with way too much pressure on him, expected to be the perfect student people look up to and congratulate. all while having to deal with the empty affection old palace master shows him, and the conflicting feelings of being with the little palace mistress. he never feels like he's good enough. fool's gold, really. oh, what'll happen when you, the player, snatches his poor heart away? why is it with you, he's able to feel like real gold instead of a mere fake?)

haha anyways moving on from that, zhuzhi-lang!

he doesn't know how romance actually works. he's just been fed really bad "romance" novels from tianlang jun and thus thinks that's how it goes. stalking? homicide? surely, that's just how it's supposed to be? why else would there be so many romance books containing that? well, if it's to reciprocate your feelings, okay (he just told tianlang-jun about one encounter with you, which resulted in him swooning about "young love" and gave really terrible advice to poor impressionable zhuzhi-lang)! who is he to go against his uncle?

you know how wack the two of them are, even if zhuzhi-lang is a good boy and tianlang-jun's a babygirl. just be careful around them. actually, be careful around everyone here because you're either going to get a headache or deal with lots of baggage. or both! (god forbid some masochist try to pursue mobei-jun or sha hualing)

yeah. god i am thinking about this way too much lord have mercy on me. this has literally put me in a chokehold. anyways in total the game would have to be true to the svsss spirit. crack but also kinda angsty now that we're not in sqq's pov. so, well, how about now would you guys try to get with the two most minor characters ever or..?

(also yes of course there will be a harem and poly routes make this shit as chaotic as possible fuck it)

please help i just had a dream where svsss was a dating sim. so, of course i tried pursuing shen qingqiu, but it ultimately backfired because suddenly he realized that he was in a dating visual novel?? and since i put myself as a guy, he just refused to show up to special in game events to avoid me interacting with him???

and obviously i was like "wtf why isn't he here?" when he didn't show up. then at some point i explored the area, and the screen suddenly zoomed in to show sqq talking to sqh (supposedly telling him all about the little situation). next thing i know, both of them are slowly turning their head to stare at the screen in pure and utter terror

also in some part of the dream, i think i did some liu qingge events or something and as his affection levels rose, he would continuously jump scare me by popping up out of nowhere and go, "its not like i like you or anything!!" while covered in blood and holding out a demonic beast head as if it were a box of treats

anyways, totally random question guys haha if i made an svsss visual novel dating sim would you guys play it. no reason in particular at all.

#what the hell why did i get so serious with mu qingfang and sorta gongyi xiao's part #i hope this somewhat inspired you guys to appreciate them more. or at least the versions i presented lol #stop is this a sign from the heavens to actually start taking coding and shit more seriously #the world really mixed svsss and dating sims to form into a dream for me wtf #no promises still #i still gotta actually learn how to animate and code properly #idk what i'd do with liu mingyan though. prob smth to do with her veil because it's kinda fucked how she has to hide herself #as if people (probably mainly guys) will do something to her since she's too beautiful #you see how i didn't even bother to mention lbh because we all know damn well it's gonna be f u c k e d #in a good way #i think #please i would add almost every svsss character purely for shits and giggles only to fully actually flesh them out #yeah we'll even do the women. maybe there'll be this random special route where you get to revive su xiyan and get with her AND tianlangjun #'hey babe i picked up this person while you were dead i hope you dont mind if we keep them'#svsss #mxtx svsss #the scum villain's self saving system #shen qingqiu #liu qingge #zhuzhi lang #tianlang jun #mobei jun #sha hualing #gongyi xiao #mu qingfang

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shinebrightlikeanarwhal · 3 years ago

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Brain going brrr for Shen Jiu food today sosisosl

So hear me out, modern au. Shen Jiu doesn’t remember anything of their past live(s) and is a relatively famous internet chef. Like he has a PO Box and everything for his fans to send gifts or letters for him to personally read and tell them either what to do or that he’s proud, he never shows his face though, a deathly fear of being found, but by who? His young son, Ming Fan, is all but excited to be Shen Jiu’s direct bloodline in this life. Shen Qingqiu was always his father figure in the first life, but the second he got hurt or something and started caring for that nasty LBH.

Sometimes, Shen Jiu feels unsafe when out on the street and going about his day to day life. He doesn’t know why but certain faces of public figures terrify him. A little lady on the street selling hand made jewelry and staring at him like she’s seen a ghost makes him physically sick. God, he despises the face of this rather famous actor, Luo Bing-something?? He hates this confusing feeling that seemed to come of nowhere. That doesn’t stop them from trying to approach once they see him.

Women in fancy clothes and strong perfume dote on him and he practically melts in their arms. Confused on how they know his name but more than happy to chat about life. They seem happy for him, ecstatic even! Men in suits ranging from serious CEO to flashy idols would stop their cars and holler at him for his time of day. He despises men like that and gives them no acknowledgement while he continues on his way. If he’s lucky they have a tight schedule, if not they follow him to the grocery store and corner him in the frozen section while he picks out treats for his son. Two men have tried that and were met with a smack by popsicles. Social media was set a blaz when videos of this Luo Binghe and Liu Qingge cornered the same man on different days and tried harassing him. Of course their stans refused to believe it was their fault. It MUST be the pretty man minding his business throughout the proof on the grocery camera. The companies dared to contact him afterwards and SJ happily sent back his lawyers information and video proof of their ‘important persons’ harassment and stalking.

One was bold enough to publicly announce that they were looking for him at a political event. Broadcasted nationwide. Shen Jiu felt nothing but disdain for that Yue man. Who says “I’m looking for a man I haven’t seen since I was young and dumb.” During a political conference?? Just because you know it’s being broadcasted!? His fans during a livestream asked what he thought about it and he angrily said that Yue man was a fool! An absolute clown for thinking that wishing some guy that doesn’t even know him will come looking for him just because he said his name!

He never had a bad experience with women until one scowled at him and he instinctively scowled back. He had his son with him that day and was trying to not be hounded. But this woman continued to follow him and berate his clothing, his hair. He could handle scrutiny of himself but the moment she said anything about Ming Fan, be it his appearance or his mother, he drew the line. Wiping around to face this despicable woman and spitting the iciest response he could without scaring Ming Fan. He remembered seeing her on a magazine before. Some model or washed up actress. God help her when he posts the body cam footage his partner made him wear after the second Grocery store incident. She scoffed at him and just continued to point and jeer at him. Wondering if the others were only following him for his pretty face. Others?? The men that harassed him and the girls that scurried with their tail between their legs?? Shen Jiu is starting to think it’s time to move. He desperately wants to mind his business and live his life but they seem adamant on harassing him.

So he does! He announces it on a video after the fact so that they can’t find him even if they try to. Perks of dating a rich ceo, anonymity is quite easy with money!

Shen Jiu happily married his now hubby and they have many more kids with Ming Fan adoring them all. He refuses to be nice to this one lady at his school that tries to be friendly with him and will run crying to SJ, who remembers her as the jewelry stand girl, and he immediately has his son in a different class. Life going well for the man who was claimed to be evil in past lives, meanwhile the others are crumbling day by day now that he’s missing and they can’t seem to find him, no matter what. (NYY may have stalked him to the remote village but she wouldn’t tell the others. She can’t risk making Shizun hate her more). The ones that harassed her were publicly pitted by their companies and forced to apologize to him specifically. When word got out that Shen Jiu vanished it did NOT look good for them.. LBH had the wrath of his mother and LQG had a mother and grandmother to fear. QQQ was fired and black listed from the media. She would have just apologized if she had insulted the man himself, but following and insulting the child too? The media scorned her already shitty gossip personality. Any time she tried to get on tv they would turn on his and snicker about her cancellation. YQY lived lavishly, but lonely. He had a political marriage and no children. He refused to touch his wife. No matter what she would say all he could do is smile and apologize. Work wise things were going well. Since they didn’t have a punching bag to push everything on and the other politicians seemed to work smoothly despite disagreements, he had no real need to focus on work 24/7. But he did. He was always in his office scouring the internet for Xiao Jiu.

SY and SQH weren’t mentioned because they literally wouldn’t do anything different from usual. They wouldn’t even meet their past life husbands (LBH would think SY is a fan and just give his usual charm and leave. He’s already found SJ, this man is just a fake clearly). SQH wouldn’t have the chance to get MBJ, the neet writer would see him once and fumble his words. Probably earning a scoff as MBJ walked off to go meet his peer/partner. The two millennials would probably bond online over a story and get close. Maybe a failed relationship but remained friends.

TLDR; Everyone reincarnated and their lives fall apart if they don’t change their attitude towards SJ. SJ doesn’t remember them and just wants to raise his baby MF in peace. Jobs are lost and public relations are plummeting because these fools couldn’t find healthier ways to reconnect with SJ.

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dc41896 · 4 years ago

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New Roommate

Pairing: Paul DiskantxBlack Reader

⚠️: Fluff, slight mentions of seggsy time

“We’re gonna have so much fun bubbas. We’re gonna go to the park, on hikes-oh! And the beach! I already know you’re gonna love it,” you beam rubbing noses with the two-month, blue nose pitbull who was trying to lick your face. “First though, I gotta get your dad on board.”

It’s not that your boyfriend didn’t want or like dogs. He always said how he’d love to have one someday when he was settled somewhere.

However that “somewhere” to Paul was a house with plenty yard space, an adequate amount of privacy, and maybe located in the suburbs. Not your recently renovated, two bedroom apartment you both just happened to move into about a month ago.

You made an agreement that you wouldn’t get any pets (well besides a fish, and a small one at that) to not risk messing anything up and having some sort of consequence, which would more than likely be in monetary form. Entranced by the short haired, too adorable for words pup though, you honestly could care less about the consequences.

Plus you just knew your little buddy wouldn’t cause any trouble. You could see that in his round, soft grey eyes.

“So, you’re gonna stay with your auntie Raye until I can work my charm on him okay?” The pup only tilts his head before letting out a small bark and making you pout as you hug him close. “I know but it’s only temporary. A night at most.”

Paul typically didn’t get home until later in the evening now that he was on a new case, so you had plenty of time to clean up any traces of dog left behind after Raye would leave and start cooking his favorite meal. As an added bonus, you also thought about your short, lilac, ruched number with spaghetti straps that always made his eyes light up when you wore it. He claimed it perfectly complimented your skin and made you look even more angelic as his hands always seemed to find your sides, the small of your back, or lower if you were right beside him (which of course you typically were).

However, hearing the familiar thud of boots journeying down the hall and rattling of keys, something told you that plan might not work now.

You quickly stand up, taking the probably confused puppy with you to the bathroom where you sit him in the empty tub, along with his new bone shaped chew toy, kneeling with a finger over your lips.

“Stay here and be really quiet okay?,” you whisper just as you hear the front door unlock. Quietly rushing to close the room door behind you, you muster your best ‘I wasn’t doing anything’ smile while you approached the tired looking man.

“Hey beautiful,” he greets, sweetly pecking your lips.

“Hey, you’re home early today.”

“Yea, we had a break in the case and went undercover to get the suspect which led to a chase, then a fight, and me having bruises forming as we speak.”

Dropping his bag by the dinner table, a sigh followed by a short wince leaves his mouth as he sinks into the leather couch cushions letting his head fall back and eyes close.

“Alright plan B it is,” you think to yourself moving behind him to gently massage his shoulders, occasionally letting your hands journey forward along his pecs giving them attention as well. Hearing a soft moan at his approaching relaxed state urges you to continue, knowing you’d soon have him exactly where you wanted.

“Aww I’m sorry babe. Where does it hurt?”

“My sides mostly, but my back a bit too.”

He helps you remove his fitted black shirt, a favorite of yours, letting out a short hiss from having to extend his sore muscles. Guiding him to lie down and placing one of the small throw pillows under his head, you straddle his lap letting your fingers drag along the red and light blue marks littering his sides.

“It doesn’t hurt when you breathe does it?”

“No.”

“What about this?,” you ask pressing down to feel him flinch under you.

“Ow! Babe-,”

“Sorry! Sorry just checking.” Watching him settle back into his comfortable position with arm draped over his forehead, you slowly bend forward, lips inches from his bruise looking up at your boyfriend through your lashes. “And this?”

You feel his low chuckle vibrate his muscular upper body as your gentle, open mouthed kisses scatter from each injury to eventually find the spot just below his ear.

“I feel better already,” he smiles tilting your chin so your soft lips could meld with his. Kiss growing deeper with each passing second.

“Hooked like a fish,” you thought, lips never ceasing while being brought closer to his body as he sat up with hands squeezing your hips.

“Baby wait,” he states slightly leaning his head back and making you pout. “Let me go shower first. I’m sweaty and probably stink-,”

“What’s the point when you’re just gonna get sweaty again?,” you smirk taking his now red, fuller bottom lip between your teeth.

“All the more reason for you to join me then.” You can’t fully enjoy the combination of his tongue and lips on your neck from your brain hurriedly trying to figure out how to stop this man from finding your little surprise in the bathroom.

“Your, um..sides though! You know it’s gonna hurt trying to shower so just stay here with me.”

“Is there a reason you don’t want me going in our bathroom?,” he asks detaching from your neck with one final bite to eye you suspiciously.

“No, of course not. I just missed you.” Batting your lashes, you nonchalantly let your nail trace a line from where his pendant sat down the middle of his abdomen and just above his buckle before he shifted, swiftly lying you on your back with one hand hooked under your knee bringing it around his waist.

Men. Always so easy.

Giggling as thumbs graze the lower band of your bra and lips return to their assault on your neck and collarbone, a high pitched bark along with scuffling makes you freeze as Paul lifts his head confused.

“You heard that right?”

“Y-Yeah. It’s probably from one of the neighbors. Speaking of dogs though-”

When the barks and scuffling become more frequent, you start to wonder if Raye would mind you staying the night since you’d surely need a place to stay with Paul being mad at you.

“Nah that sounds really close,” he replies unhooking your leg to go investigate for himself. The only thing you can do is sit and nervously wait for the inevitable hearing him open the bedroom door and eventually enter the bathroom. “Honey...!”

“Hmm?!,” you ask biting the corner of your lip, turning your head at the sound of Paul padding across the wooden floor holding the noisy pup.

“Mind telling me why this little guy was in our tub?”

“....Maybe he was a gift from the front office?,” you innocently shrug making him bring his free hand to his hip, sternly looking at you.

“Y/N...,”

“Alright. My coworker and I were bored one day and started looking through the pets the shelter had for adoption online and this little guy came across the screen and stole my heart.”

“Babe we talked about this. We can’t mess this place up.”

“I know and we won’t. Before you came home, we just hung out in here and he was so calm and sweet. Even in the tub he sat there like a good boy,” you smile standing up to scratch behind his ears making his tail wag against Paul’s side.

“That’s because he couldn’t get out since the tub is taller than him,” he retorts as you roll your eyes taking your new baby from his grasp.

“Cmon Paul look at this face and tell me you can say no.”

Holding the puppy at his eye level, there’s a few moments of silence as the two simply look at each other before the grey haired dog licks his cheek making him groan.

“You know I can’t say no. To either of you,” he softly smiles petting the short fur on his head. Seeing your pout as you bring your new friend next to your face, he lowly chuckles caressing your cheek as his lips find yours. “Alright he can stay.”

“Thank you!,” you excitedly squeal bouncing on the balls of your feet. “I already have the perfect name picked out.”

“What’s that?”

“Disco. After his dad,” you both laugh.

“Well, welcome to the family Disco,” he smiles taking him from your hands to place him on the floor where he began to sniff around getting acclimated to his new home. You’re caught off guard when you’re tossed over his broad shoulder, blood rushing to your head as you gently kick your legs laughing.

“Paul!”

“Disco, look after everything. Me and mom have some unfinished business,” he smirks closing the bedroom door behind him with his foot.

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writingwithadinosaur · 4 years ago

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“Under the Knife” - Part 6

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Hannibal Lecter x Reader, Will Graham x Sister!Reader

Word Count: 3,500-ish

Key: Chunks of text in italics are (Y/N)’s thoughts. Y/N = Your Name, H/C = Your Hair Color, E/C = Your Eye Color

Warnings: Cursing, Mentions of Death, Murder, and Violence

Summary: You are Will Graham’s sister who works with him at the FBI. When you get offered a job promotion, life starts to change. Some changes for the better; Some for the worst.

Author’s Note: This is my first Hannibal piece and I am proud of it. There aren’t too many stories for Hannibal, so I figured I would add to the collection.

This does take place in some happy medium where they are all alive and work together. Sort of a happier season 1 era.

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The last few days were weird for you. While working the Virginia Scalpel case, you still had to give lectures and work the occasional museum shift. Luckily you were able to give more and more of your museum shifts to your coworkers, saying that you needed the time to focus on the case or to finalize your lecture outlines.

Between two lectures and a museum shift, you were able to narrow down your suspect list even more. Pulling every male doctor within a 50-mile radius who fit the height range and who wasn’t super young, old, or generally weak looking. You dropped it off to Jack’s office while he was in a meeting of some sort, thankful that you wouldn’t have to talk to him just yet.

After that night at the Pencalt crime scene, things seemed to take more energy than you expected. You could get up and function through your work day, but when it came to socializing or even having to have work related conversations, you found yourself doing them through email or not at all. This included talking to Hannibal or Will.

Both of them had tried calling or texting you, and you’d try to respond with a “Can’t talk right now,” or an “I’m busy.” But sometimes you didn’t have the energy and straight up ignored them.

You knew what they wanted to talk about. And you had to admit that after letting it settle in your brain, you wanted to too. But you knew that that conversation would be a long one that required patience.

Which is why you decided to call in sick and work from home today. You weren’t scheduled a lecture or a museum shift, and everything you planned on doing in your office could be done at home.

You understood the urgency of this case. The team only had about a week left to catch this guy before another doctor would be found in pieces. But you weren’t the only one working this case, and you were still waiting on results from Beverly, Price, and Zeller. So you justified taking today a bit slower and tried to fit in some breaks for self-care as you worked.

The day started out with a peaceful breakfast, something you hadn’t had since before you joined Jack’s team. It was different and odd feeling now, but you tried your best to enjoy it and let your mind relax. After you put your stuff in the dishwasher, you sat down where your work stuff was set up at your dining room table, and felt your mind wander.

I know I should talk to Will or Hannibal, but that would be so draining right now. No. Just focus on breathing and getting as much as you can done today, alright, (Y/N)? We don’t need you combusting over personal shit while your killer is still out there. Now, what haven’t we gone over yet?

You started to sift through some of your scribbles as a piece of paper slid out of place from within your notebook. You slightly tilted your head and pulled the paper out, seeing that webname that you had learned to hate.

“Tattle Crime”

You were going to shove the article back into your book, but you knew that your curiosity would only grow the longer you didn’t read it. With a disapproving sigh, you went ahead and read the article.

Freddie Lounds didn’t spend much time talking about the killer. She states that Dr. Pencalt was found like the other victims, and how he was a doctor with no obvious correlation to the others. Her “article” tends to focus more on you, Hannibal, and Will.

“Much like her brother Will Graham, who we have talked about before, (Y/N) supposedly has a gift for the psychologically strange and unusual. But we have to wonder why he isn’t working this case? Will Graham has successfully assisted Jack Crawford and his team on multiple cases in the past. So why bring on a rookie when you have a prized horse in the stables?

Maybe that is why Crawford decided to bring in Dr. Lecter, who was also an integral role in some of the cases that Will Graham had worked on. He has years of medical knowledge outside the realm of psychology that could be helpful in this case, considering the Virginia Scalpel is suspected to have a medical background.. Maybe he will be the key to locking the Virginia Scalpel up for good?”

She then went on to talk more about Hannibal before bringing up the case again. You couldn’t even fully grasp at what you were reading or how to feel about any of it before your phone rang beside you, bringing you back to reality. Only, you didn’t really want to deal with reality when you saw that the caller ID said “Jack Crawford.”

“(Y/N) here.” You tried your best to not sound unenthused, but you couldn’t help the obvious apathy in your voice.

“How soon can you get here?” You knew that this would end with you coming into the office for who knows how long, so you begrudgingly stood up and started to try to find a comfy but work appropriate outfit to change into while talking to Crawford.

“I mean… An hour? Maybe? Give or take 10 minutes. Why? What happened?”

“Got that evidence you were waiting for.” You couldn’t discern if he was at all happy about that.

Of course the one day I try to take it easy is the day we get results. You took a deep breath in and tried to form a coherent sentence.

“I--Uh… Okay. I’ll try to--”

“I’ll see you in the lab in an hour.” Jack interrupted and then hung up before you could say much else, knowing that that was an order, not a suggestion. You put your phone down and groaned before starting to get dressed.

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Pulling into your normal parking spot, you saw that you had made it to the office with 15 minutes to spare thanks to you not having the energy to do your hair or makeup today.

You got to your office and left the door open, knowing you would only be there for a minute or two. While you unpacked your bag, you heard someone clear their throat from your doorway. Turning around, you saw Will standing in the threshold with two cups of coffee.

“Look what the cat dragged in.” He tried to joke, but you just shot him a look. He winced and extended one of the cups out to you. “Peace offering?”

You sigh and accept the cup, not sure of what to say other than a quick “thanks.” Will stood there while you took a sip and continued to set up your stuff.

“You haven’t answered any of my texts.”

“I’ve been busy. And I’m still quite busy. I have to go and meet with everyone in,” you look at the clock on the wall. “5 minutes.”

“Jack’s really got his hooks in you, huh?”

“I tried to take a sick day and work from home, but lab results are in. Which means I’m also in.”

“Sick Day? You never use sick days.”

“First time for everything, I guess.” You turn around and try to walk past him but he stops you.

“(Y/N), I-”

“I really don’t want to talk. At least not right now. You and Hannibal are on thin ice right now. And there are more important a-and time sensitive things that need to be taken care of.”

“Look, (Y/N), I can explain--”

“Explain what exactly? That you really didn’t trust me when I said that I could handle myself? That you really think I am going to let Jack push me so much during my first real case that you had to have Hannibal step in as some sort of watchdog? I know you’ve had bad experiences with Jack, but goddamnit can’t you just let me learn and experience whatever happens on my own?”

“You’re upset--”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“And I-I get that, but just--”

“No. I have a job to do.”

“Then come by the house later. Have a drink, o-or we can get takeout, and I can tell you my side of the story.”

You paused as you looked down slightly and started to fidget with your ring. Will is looking in your general direction, trying to figure out how to ease the anxiety that was surely coursing through your amygdala and hippocampus, or at least some of the resentment that had fought its way through your eyes.

“Even if you don’t want to talk and we end up just sitting around, I’m sure the dogs would like to see their favorite aunt.”

“I’m their only aunt.” You both smiled at the joke. His smile was more out of relief while yours was just a quick smirk. His fades quickly as you rub your face and sigh out, “We’ll see. I have no idea what’s waiting for me in the lab. So I can’t promise anything. And as upset as I am with you, I do miss those dogs.”

“Just let me know when you decide and we will make time for it.”

You just nod and he lets you walk past. Will follows you out and closes the door behind the two of you. Before you could hit the elevator button, he spoke out to you.

“Despite what you think, I do care about you, you know.”

You stop in your tracks and turn around to face him. You could see the pain on his face even though you know he was trying to hide it. Your heart broke as you took a large inhale.

“I know you do. We’re family. We’ll always care about each other no matter what.” You give him a small smile to try to reassure him that what you were saying was true. He nodded and headed back towards the lecture halls and you hit the button to call the elevator, preparing yourself for as much insanity as you could.

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“(Y/N), right on time” Jack announced as you walked into the lab. Everyone was there and ready to go, including Hannibal who was on the other side of the table facing you. You hoped that he wouldn’t put together how off you were feeling today from your rushed appearance.

“Sorry, I would have been here sooner, but I had a run-in with my brother. What’ve I missed so far?” You opened up your notebook and joined the circle around the exam table that had Dr. Pencalt’s body on it. You internally winced as you realized that Hannibal was most likely going to ask you about your ‘run-in’ with Will after this meeting.

“Nothing yet. We were just about to start.” Zeller spoke up as he clapped his hands together and began his presentation. A lot of it was information that was similar to the previous victims. All of the cuts were made with surgical tools to ensure clean cuts, no obvious mutilations outside the killer’s usual, all focus was on the doctor as opposed to his wife, and so on.

“The paralytic that was used on Dr. Pencalt was the same as the other vics. It was a high enough dosage that he felt the effects within a minute or two.”

“Do you have the location and angle on the injection point?” Zeller nodded and handed you a printout that had various information about the small needle mark: diameter, insertion angle, depth, et cetera.

“He was pricked right here.” He used a gloved hand to turn Dr. Pencalt’s head and point to a small dot on the side of his neck. You just nodded and tried to imagine the killer coming and attacking him. You were starting to solidify the height range of your suspect.

“The angle is pretty flat, which means our suspect is either the same height as him or maybe an inch taller or shorter. How tall was Dr. Pencalt?” You heard Jimmy open a file and hum a note as he found out.

“5 foot 11.” You nodded and saw the height range of the shadowy silhouette of the killer in your mind narrow.

“So our killer is between 5’10” and 6’.”

“Is that all?” Jack asked in an audibly annoyed voice. You weren’t sure if it was directed at you specifically or at the situation in general. Jimmy, Brian, and Beverly all looked at each other as if they were kids who had broken an expensive vase and had to tell dad. Beverly was the brave kid that stepped forward.

“No. There is one more thing.” She turned around and got a tray from the other side of the room, bringing it back to the circle. “This was found lodged in his throat.”

On the tray, there was a distorted but still legible article from TattleCrime.com, the same article that was in your apartment. The only major difference was that this one was highlighted wherever it mentioned Hannibal or you.

“We tried to pull any sort of prints or DNA off of it, but the only thing we got was Dr. Pencalt’s blood and saliva. The article is from our favorite tabloid, Tattle Crime. It’s about the case, but it also talks about (Y/N) and Hannibal...”

You tried to control your breathing as Beverly kept speaking, forcing yourself to take slightly deeper breaths than normal hoping no one would pick up on it as you finally spoke up.

“So, fun story…” Everyone’s eyes landed on you. “I have that same article printed out, but I didn’t print it. Someone slipped it under my door the other night.”

You saw Jack readjust his stance, a frustrated look growing in his eyes, and started to speak, but you cut him off, already knowing where this was going.

“I didn’t bring it up because I honestly thought Hannibal or Will had slid it into my apartment as a way to try to scare me and make me resign from the case. For personal reasons, I have avoided talking to either of them unless it was absolutely necessary. So I never confirmed my theory.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to look at Hannibal or Jack. But if you had, you would have seen the small bit of guilt in Hannibal’s face. He knew no one else would pick up on it because he was a master at keeping his mask on to others, but after being with him as long as you had, you could see between the cracks.

Jack looked towards Hannibal.

“Dr. Lecter, did you send the article to (Y/N)?”

“I did not. I’m just as taken aback as everyone else here.”

“And did you receive a copy of this article at any point during the last week?”

“No. I have not read anything from Miss Lound’s website for a significant amount of time now.” Jack took a breath in and tried to be logical and figure out what the next step needed to be.

“Alright, you guys get me a list of every medical facility that supplies that paralytic. (Y/N), get your copy and give it to Price to see if he can get anything off of it. Then I want you and Dr. Lecter in my office.” Jack walked out before anyone could say anything.

You stood there in a bit of shock as you looked at the soiled article in front of you. You tried to read through the bits of blurred text. Everything involving you or Hannibal was doused in bright yellow marker.

“Um… (Y/N)?” You couldn’t help the small instinctual jump as Jimmy tapped your shoulder. You quickly looked to him, trying to look okay despite learning that your name was literally in a key piece of evidence. “You okay?”

“Hm? Y-yeah! I mean, not really, but we’re not gonna talk about that right now.” You let out a forced exhale that you tried to make sound like a chuckle through a very forced smile. Before Price could ask anything else, you spoke up. “Here. It-its right here.”

“And you were the only one to touch this, right?” Price asked as he carefully grabbed the corners of your Tattle Crime article with clean and gloved hands. You just nodded in response. “I’ll let you know if I find anything.”

You mutter a quick thank you and then make your way back to the elevator and back to your office to write out your notes on the killer’s more specific height range and the highlighted sections of the article in your notebook.

Why us? I can somewhat understand Hannibal being chosen from an occupational standpoint. He is not only a psychiatrist, but he used to be a surgeon. But he has no ties to any of these other doctors. And what’s so special about me? I’m not a doctor of any kind. I don’t fit the killer’s m.o.

Your mind kept going on this internal monologue, trying to find any solid reasoning as to why both of you are now being focused on. It got even more frantic as you realized you only had about a week to figure it all out.

Before you could write out much, you heard a soft knock on your open office door. You didn’t even bother looking up.

“Will, I really can’t do this right now. I told you I would text you when-- Oh. Sorry, Dr. Lecter.” You expected Will to be impatient and try to talk to you again, but instead you were met with the careful gaze of Hannibal.

“No need to apologize.” He shut the door behind him and took a seat. “I thought you were comfortable with addressing me by my first name, (Y/N). Has that changed?”

“Look, I know you’re not really here to talk about that. But I’m not okay enough to talk about our personal lives at the moment. And if you’re here to ask about the Tattle Crime shit, I have no idea how--”

“I came to check up on you because I am worried about you, (Y/N).” You were taken aback for a moment. Not only does Hannibal usually never interrupt you when speaking, but he isn't always the most forthcoming when talking about emotions or concern.

“I’m fine.” You go back to trying to write out your ideas, knowing that if you gave him a fake smile, Hannibal would see right through it.

“The fact that you clearly stated that you were ‘not okay enough to talk about our personal lives’ and that you planned on taking a sick day today says otherwise.”

You took a deep inhale and closed your notebook. Trying to not dump all of your thoughts, work related or personal, on him.

“It wasn’t really a sick day. It was supposed to be a day where I worked from home to try to remind myself to take a break and eat an actual meal, or do my laundry that’s been piling up, or maybe finally hang up that frame I bought three weeks ago. But apparently that wasn’t in my cards today. Yes, I’m tired. Yes, I don’t want to be around people right now. Yes, I really don’t want to be talking to you or Will about anything other than work right now. So if I need to be here, then I’m here. That’s my job.”

“But no matter how stressful a job is, you need to be able to recalibrate your mind so as to not overwork yourself until you become a hindrance. Holding on to the frustration and betrayal that you feel are surely contributing to that lack of ability to rest, (Y/N). If you allow yourself to talk to Will about it, or even myself if you feel more comfortable--”

“All of my focus is trying to go to this case, moreso now that you and I may be targets. I am your colleague and your friend. But I really don’t want to ruin the good relationship that we have by talking to you like I’m one of your patients, because I’m not one of your patients. So please, just--”

You stopped yourself as you felt something click into place. Hannibal watched as you had a similar look in your eyes like how he had witnessed at the Pencalt crime scene.

“Patient…” You were slowly closing your mind’s eye and seeing things clearly.

“You’ve figured something out, haven’t you?” Hannibal leaned forward in his seat in curiosity, truly enthralled by watching how your brain worked in these situations.

“A patient! The killer is a patient! Oh my god! We gotta go now!” You quickly stood up, grabbing your notebook as you did. “I think I just figured out who our killer is!”

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She’s a good girl

This is my new murderer! Ben Hardy series that was requested by the lovely @peterquillzsblog thank you for the request, I hope you all will like it.

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Summary: (Y/n) is a good girl from a church-going family and her brother, Joe is trying to put Ben behind bars. But when (Y/n) starts to fall for the dangerous killer, things get complicated.

Enjoy.

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"Joe!" The surprise in (Y/n)'s voice was evident but the smile on her face showed it was not an unhappy surprise to find her eldest sibling sitting at the small dining table in the back room. With the odd shifts he worked, Joe tended not to tell them whenever he was coming round, he just turned up unannounced but always welcomed with open arms.

"(Y/n), hey I didn't know you were here." Joe spoke as if he temporarily forgot that (Y/n) still lived here with their parents but she knew what he was referring to. He thought she would be out somewhere with friends or at the cinema or just somewhere doing something. It never seemed to dawn on Joe that he had more freedom than she did because he didn't live at home anymore and he had a demanding job.

"Where else would I be?" (Y/n)'s voice was tender and there was a smile on her lips that showed she was trying to make a lighthearted joke when in fact her heart was weighing heavy in her chest.

When her arms wrapped around Joe, it made the pain in her chest subside until she almost forgot it was there entirely.

(Y/n) knew she was much better off than some people and her life was by no means horrid or gruelling, but it could be oppressive at times. She was the daughter of a Reverend and her mother was highly respected so it fell to her to make a good example and be a good and respected girl. Being the youngest also seemed to put more pressure onto (Y/n), like she had to live up to everybody in her family and try to be the best.

She helped her mother around the house, as per her mother's request, she helped her father with church events and making pamphlets and setting up the church ready for sermon on Sunday's. When family friends came round they awed and smiled at her like she was ten years old and they treated her like a little girl.

It made (Y/n) want to be rebellious, it made her want to go out without telling anyone and stay out late or all night. It made her want to have secrets of her own that she wouldn't tell anyone.

(Y/n) had no secrets.

She had no place to go that was her own, her parents always knew where she was when she went out and she came home at the stated time. She was the model child that she was tired of being now. Even Cora, her elder sister, wasn't this oppressed by their parents. But then again, Cora was going out with a lawyer and their parents deemed that as very good and he was 'respectable' so Cora was given more leeway and the benefit of the doubt.

Joe was a police officer and he worked hard and was good at his job so he was excused from everything. He wasn't obliged to come home on Wednesday for dinner like he used to when he went to college. He wasn't obliged or forced to go to church on Sunday or come home for Sunday lunch and dinner because of his work.

(Y/n) envied him so badly and the worst thing was that he didn't even know how lucky he was.

"What are you up to?" (Y/n) looked over Joe's shoulder, trying to be inconspicuous and not let him see how curious she was being. 'Curiosity killed the cat' (Y/n)'s mother would always say, but for (Y/n), 'satisfaction brought him back'.

Her eyes zoomed in on the brown paper file that was sitting almost untouched on the dining table. She couldn't see what papers were held within the file, but she knew enough to know that this was a personal file that was most likely about a criminal Joe was trying to catch. (Y/n) knew her brother all too well and when he was assigned someone to bring to justice, Joe stopped at nothing until he got them.

"I've got the afternoon off so I thought I'd come round, mum's been nagging me to come for dinner." Joe pulled back form the hug and leaned against the chair he had previously been sitting on, looking like he forgot there was a file behind him.

"Been busy at work?"

"God, I'm so close, (Y/n). There's this guy I've been after for weeks, he's the worst kind of guy to put in prison, there's never any evidence to put him away and he knows it. I can't figure him out but I know I'm this close to catching him." There was a yearning in Joe's voice as he pinched his index finger and thumb together to show just how close he felt he was to getting this man.

(Y/n) knew Joe couldn't tell her any details about whoever he was searching for but the passion in her brother's voice made her hopeful that this would work out in his favour.

"Joey, could you come here a minute?"

A smile formed on (Y/n)'s lips as she shared a look with her brother, no matter how many times he told their mother he wanted to be called Joe, she insisted on calling him Joey like she had done since he was a baby.

(Y/n) watched her brother walk out of the room and turn left to go into the bite size kitchen to find their mother. No matter how crude, inconsiderate or annoying their mother could be, Joe was always as sweet as sugar with her. He could do no wrong in her eyes and he always had the magic affect on her to calm her down. If she rowed with (Y/n) or Cora, Joe would diffuse the situation completely.

Pressing her lips into a thin line, (Y/n) leaned to look into the kitchen to make sure Joe was occupied and wouldn't be back any second before she cautiously moved over to the table. Her stomach buzzed with anticipation when she walked closer to the table until she was within reach of the file resting there. She knew she shouldn't, she knew it was wrong and against the rules and (Y/n) was a rule follower, not a rule breaker.

But she was so tempted. Just a sneak peek, just to see what kind of man Joe was after and what he had done. (Y/n) hadn't met a criminal before and she wanted to know what kind of people her brother helped to put away.

When her fingers skimmed over the file, (Y/n) felt like she was going to burn at the touch for how wrong this was, but she persevered and slowly pulled open the file. She knew she couldn't mess with the orders of the pages or scatter them on the table or Joe would chide her and get mad with her for even attempting to read the file he mistakenly left out fir her pleasure.

The first thing she noticed was a picture clipped to the left hand corner of the first page. It looked like a photo from a distance, it wasn't a mugshot but then again Joe had said they didn't manage to arrest this man. He didn't look how (Y/n) thought a murderer would look, this man was almost normal. He was very tall, he seemed to be muscular, he was well-shaven and had a sharp jawline, he had hair that was rather long on top and formed into waves and he had the most enticing eyes (Y/n) had ever seen.

She could feel her hand shaking when she cautiously reached out to lift the picture so she could read the first page.

The list seemed never-ending.

Murder, at least five counts that they knew of which he had never been convicted for. Blackmail on what seemed to be a very large scale, public violence, threatening behaviour, money laundering that he was actually caught for but somehow didn't get more than two months in prison for. GBH on numerous accounts but each time the victim backed out of testifying against him.

This man owned a boxing club and gym but Joe had written a question mark next to this and (Y/n) could faintly read his scribbled handwriting that said 'a front?' Maybe things were happening at the club that Joe couldn't explain or seemed dodgy.

(Y/n) dared to see what other pages were in this file and the first handful were victims. Some were postmortems, others were hospital records showing what he seemed to have done to people, broken ribs, broken nose, fractured and splintered arms and legs, shot in the kneecap, shot in the lung, broken sternum, pulled tendons and torn ligaments.

Looking back to the first page (Y/n) scanned over the information to find this man's name. Ben Hardy. That didn't sound like the name of a killer, it seemed rather pleasing to the ears.

When footsteps caught (Y/n)'s attention she quickly closed the file and took a few steps away, turning herself to face the bookcase up against the wall behind the door to hide what she had just witnessed. His name kept rattling around in her head and the list of his crimes were so horrid and long but it shocked (Y/n) that they had all the information of his crimes but he was hardly punished for any of them. He certainly got away with a lot.

This man killed people, he hurt whoever he liked, he threatened and blackmailed them to carry on doing what he wanted and he evaded the police at every turn. His life was something (Y/n) could barely comprehend or imagine after the sheltered life she had lived and the way she had been brought up. (Y/n) couldn't see how someone could ever turn out like that.

He was the total opposite of her.

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The fresh air hit (Y/n) like a wave rolling over the sand, it consumed her lungs until she felt like they were going to explode. The church was a sanctuary for many, it was a safe place to sit or hide or confess or just try and wait for a premonition or a sign. When (Y/n) was little, the church was a castle she wanted to explore but at the same time was far too afraid to drift from the alter or stand from the aisles once she was sat down.

There was never any need for (Y/n) to confess, she hadn't any crimes or worries weighing down on her for that. She didn't need sanctuary nor a safe place and she wasn't waiting for a sign. The church wasn't a hiding place or a second home to (Y/n) but it was her habitat for an hour every Sunday and for a while during the week when need be.

Every Sunday, eleven o'clock without fail, (Y/n) could be found in the second row on the left hand side, listening to her father recollecting a different story from the bible, giving his thoughts about a certain topic in a speech and reciting hymn numbers to them all to sing. Sunday sermons were an instinct and a habit ever since (Y/n) had been born, it was her way of life but sometimes she still felt that she didn't truly understand or appreciate it enough. On days when the world was tough on her, the sermons were a blessing. On days when she wanted to explore or find herself or do something, they were a drag that she couldn't escape from.

But today her mind wasn't able to focus on what her father was saying and she knew he noticed she wasn't singing along with all the hymns either. Being able to escape the beacon that was the church and feel the fresh air made (Y/n) feel somewhat faint after being in the musty air of the church that was suffocating.

Smoothing down her usual baby blue dress that she wore to church, (Y/n) walked over to the willow tree in the church ground and perched herself on the brick wall separating the grass verge from the pavement.

Her father would still be tidying up, collecting the papers and any donations, then he had to tidy the alter and get changed which took roughly twenty minutes that (Y/n)'s mother spent gossiping with friends. Joe was at work so he wasn't here for (Y/n) to talk to and Cora was yapping away with her friends. When everyone was ready, they went back home and had their usual Sunday lunch, and then (Y/n) helped her mother make Sunday dinner.

Sunday's were the most calming day of the week but they did drag and they made (Y/n) feel uneasy but she didn't quite know why.

(Y/n) let her eyes wander her surroundings, she could see her house from here. With her father being the Reverend, they automatically had a house as close to the church as they could manage and that was daunting to (Y/n), growing up so close to a place of worship that everyone said was a house of God. Like God really lived there and any sin she committed, any act she made, would be seen and judged by the being himself.

A shudder ran down her spine at the thought and her hand absentmindedly reached up to touch the small golden cross pendant hanging around her neck. Just as her hand touched the pendant, something caught her eye and her head leaned to the side, her eyes narrowing to focus on what moved in the corner of her vision.

It was him.

It was the man Joe was so close to catching, the one he was hell bent on taking to court and locking away in prison and throwing away the key. It was the man who had committed unspeakable crimes that haunted Joe in the middle of the night.

She was sure her face didn't resemble any panic or fear but she had caught his eye, maybe with the way she was staring in his direction. It felt like the world had slowed down around her and she watched him approach her in slow motion.

(Y/n) could hear his dark black shoes clicking against the pavement like horse shoes clobbering on the cobbles. He wore a plain white cotton shirt that covered his shoulders but exposed the rest of his arms to her view and he wore brown trousers with matching chocolate brown braces secured on his shoulders. He had a symbol on his right arm that didn't make any kind of shape that (Y/n) was familiar with yet it enticed her vision so much. He had Roman numerals, one on each knuckle on his right hand but (Y/n) couldn't see what numbers they represented.

The stranger- the killer, has shorter hair than he did in the picture she had seen in Joe's file, his hair was sticking up but it curled very slightly at the ends near his forehead. His green eyes were sparkling but the light caught the darkness of his pupils rather than the colour of his iris'. And his lips, (Y/n) had never seen lips that were such a dark shade of red with swirls of pink etched into the middle.

The way she seemed to be staring at him with eyes as wide as saucers made him grin and his smile was not normal. It wasn't sinister or crooked like a murder's smile should be, but it wasn't as kind or concerning or genuine as a humble man's should be. His smile was sweet, it was sickly sweet like chocolate with far too much sugar added into the mix. He was the cat that was eyeing up the cream.

How could such a dashing and seemingly respectable man be a killer?

"Hello." His voice was calming like the sound of the sea calmly lapping at the shore or at the sides of boats it was guiding to their destinations.

"Ben."

As soon as the name passed through her lips, (Y/n) bunched her hand into the hem of her dress, feeling like she had just spilled a secret to someone who should not find it out. She surprised the man towering over her, the smile didn't fade from his lips but there was a look of caution in his eyes as he wondered how she could know his name when they had never met before. He would remember a pretty face like hers.

"Now I'm very sure that if we met, I'd remember a lovely lady like yourself... so how do you know my name?" Ben stuffed his hands into his pockets, leaning his side against the brick wall the girl was sitting on, looking at him like she had just hurt him or told some kind of revelation to him.

His words were kind and his tone was reassuring, but there was something behind his voice and his carefully chosen words that made (Y/n) cautious. It was like he was throwing her a lifeline and she had to take it, she couldn't go against him or lie. She felt like she was trapped and he was offering her a way out... or maybe he was putting her into the trap.

"I... um, I think my brother knows you."

What was she doing? She was conversing with a criminal- a murderer, no less. If Joe was here at church right now and he saw this he would scold (Y/n) until she had third degree burns. He would be yelling at Ben to step away from his baby sister, he would find a means to arrest him right here, right now. If (Y/n)'s mother or even her sister saw her talking to a stranger they would be wary and tell her off.

But somehow, (Y/n) couldn't find it in herself to walk away.

"Does he now, who is he? I should ask him why he never told me he had a sister." (Y/n) couldn't fathom why he was talking to her, he was leaning so close to her so casually like it was nothing, he was smiling at her like she was the only person here worth talking to. He was taking some kind of interest in her when he had no need. How could this man be a murderer?

"I should go... h-he won't like me talking to you." (Y/n) tipped her head down to face her shoes, biting her lip so hard she could feel blood.

What was happening to her? Here she was, talking to a murderer without feeling afraid of him, instead she felt pulled to him, intrigued by him and fascinated, wanting to get closer. Yet when she tried to do the right thing and force herself to push him away, she ended up sounding like the child everyone was making her out to be.

(Y/n) wanted to be seen as a grown up, she was eighteen, she could go out and drink, she could drive, when she had the money she wanted to get her own place to live just like Joe. She wanted to meet people and talk to them without supervision or being told it was wrong or she was too young. (Y/n) wanted to make her own choices, she wanted to have a boyfriend and go out and do what she pleased without her family telling her what to do.

"What's so bad about me, lovely lady? Do you have to run everything past this brother of yours, or can you bend the rules just a little, for me?" Ben ducked his head down until he could look at (Y/n) properly since her head was bowed down.

His gentle yet somewhat cheeky smile made (Y/n)'s heart jump and when she lifted her head to look up at him, her breathing stopped when his thumb reached out to smudge away the blood on her lower lip.

"He's a policeman, officer (Y/l/n). But I guess he doesn't have to know everything."

(Y/n) could see the realisation dawn on Ben's face showing that he must have had quite a few run-ins with Joe. But instead of Ben retreating, pulling away or even becoming angry or hostile now that he knew who she was related to, he simply smiled. It didn't seem to bother him that (Y/n) was related to an officer trying to get him put in prison. A small part of (Y/n) wondered why Ben wasn't leaving, she could be trying to get information on him for all he knew, but then again, Ben had been the one to approach her.

"Does this lovely lady have a name?" Ben watched the way (Y/n) looked behind them at the church and the sea of people that were hovering around like bees. She was checking no one was watching or noticing. Stuffing his hand into his pocket, Ben pulled out a cigarette and a deep red lighter. He placed the smoke between his lips before motioning to the lighter. "Do you mind?"

(Y/n) noticed how he could speak almost perfectly despite the cigarette between his lips. Her head nodded to confirm that it was fine if he smoked around her, she had friends who smoked but had never had the privilege herself, her parents deemed it was not a habit she should pick up and so she never did.

When she watched the smoke pass through his lips and the way his perfectly round lips moulded around the stub of the cigarette, (Y/n) almost lost herself in thought until his head dipped down to look at her better again and he smiled around the cigarette.

"(Y/n)..."

"Do you wanna try it? I won't tell him if you won't." For a moment, Ben could see his words confused (Y/n) until he removed the smoke from his lips and held it out towards her. He could see the way she was watching him take drags and bite the end between his teeth, she was wide-eyed and enamoured by such a trivial habit. He could also see she thought he meant Joe for a moment until his eyes darted upwards and showed he meant he wouldn't tell 'the man upstairs', he wouldn't tell God if she didn't in case she wasn't smoking in fear it would be a sin.

(Y/n) flitted her eyes between the cigarette and Ben until he cracked a grin when he understood. He was hunching his shoulders over and leaning his head down so they could be level but she knew if she stood up, she would be even smaller than he was. Ben put the cigarette back to his lips and inhaled deeply, breathing the smoke into the air before he held it out to her.

His eyes watched the people around the church like he was keeping watch and they were committing a crime.

She gingerly took the bad habit from his fingers, trying to hold it between her thumb and index finger in the same way he did before she brought it to her lips. (Y/n) didn't take a long drag, just inhaled a small amount and tried to hold it in her lungs. She could feel the nicotine and smoke battling around in her lungs for the first time and it made her chest shiver in wonder. When she breathed the smoke into the air, her lungs quivered and she coughed quietly but still smiled all the same.

It wasn't as bad as her mother always made it out to be, it didn't even burn her lungs like she thought it would.

"Thanks." (Y/n) breathed quietly as she handed the smoke back over to Ben who took it gratefully, grinning like the Cheshire cat when he realised a small lipstick stain was left at the end.

When the growing chatter reached her ears, (Y/n) turned her head to look over her shoulder and noticed that her mother was getting ready to go inside the church again. That meant her father would be ready to go home in a minute. She couldn't help the sigh that passed through her lips when she realised she would have to go back home to a boring Sunday lunch, then prepare for a boring Sunday afternoon and evening, just like every other week that had happened all her life.

"Why the long face, doll?"

"I need to go home in a minute." (Y/n)'s tone told Ben that she didn't want to go and that made a sense of pride swell in his chest. She was talking to a complete stranger and he guessed she knew he wasn't the saint she should be looking for, and she didn't want to leave.

"Well, I'll be walking past this spot tomorrow at one o'clock if you think you can disappear for a while."

"Disappear, with you? I don't know if that would be wise, I mean, I've heard things." (Y/n) looked up at Ben through her lashes, letting a small smile form on her lips when he seemed to think she was being serious. It was an offer she knew she wouldn't refuse, no matter how badly her mind was telling her that it wasn't a good idea to fraternise with the man her brother was determined to arrest.

If Joe got his way, this would end badly for her and Ben- if anything even came of this. But if Joe found out, (Y/n) would face more than a lashing from her brother for this, her whole family would be against her.

But this was (Y/n)'s life, she could take the risk.

"Don't believe everything you hear about me, doll." The words were whispered against the shell of her ear and Ben could feel her shivering against him.

A gasp escaped (Y/n)'s lips when she felt the lightest, gentlest of kisses pressing against the junction between her neck and jaw so light that it felt like butterfly wings caressing her skin. (Y/n) had never been kissed there before- Hell, she'd never been kissed at all, but something about the feeling was intoxicating. One moment the butterfly wings were fluttering against her and the next they were gone, just like that. Her eyes were as wide as planets as they followed Ben, watching him pull away from her with a grin that made her stomach flip before he started walking past her.

"Until tomorrow."

#ben hardy #ben x reader #ben hardy imagine #imagine #BoRhap #joe mazzello #joe mazello imagine #murderer! ben #shes a good girl

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epochofbelief · 5 years ago

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Breath Control, Chapter Seven

An A Court of Mist and Fury College Swim Team AU

All characters belong to SJ Maas!

Feysand.... and welcome to Elriel.

Warnings: cursing

Let me know if you want to be tagged!

Authors Note: This chapter is a BIG gateway chapter to a lot of things. . . also VERY lightly edited... and enjoy the new POV shift... ;)

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SEVEN

~~~Elain~~~

It was around 9 am. I’d been in the kitchen for an hour already, trying to decide what to make for breakfast. I’d started making pancakes, then switched to waffles, then omelets. I’d be set on my decision for as long as it would take me to pull out all the ingredients for my choice, then I’d change my mind, put everything back, and pull a bunch of different things out.

My father walked in at around 9:30, as I was pulling the muffins I’d made from scratch out of the oven. I’d decided muffins were neutral enough that everyone in the house would like them and that I could make them well enough to everyone’s satisfaction. Nesta said I worked too hard to please people.

No clue where she got that idea. . .

“Is no one else up?” my father said.

I shook my head. “Just me and the muffins.”

He took one, buttered it, and made to sit down. He seemed to think better of it, though, because he set his muffin down and stood up straight. “I’d better go wake Feyre. I want to ask her about all those paint cans and supplies she’s left in the garage, and someone has to be here to eat these muffins. Best to do it know while Mr. Night sleeps; I know how sensitive that girl can be about her painting.”

I nodded, standing alone at the counter before I remembered.

“Dad, Dad, Dad! Let me wake up Feyre. I--um--”

He was halfway up the stairs when I caught up to him, pausing to look down at me. I went with the oldest trick in the book. “Girl stuff.” I widened my eyes meaningfully. “Best if I check up on her first.”

I prayed my father didn’t see through my very feeble attempt to make him uncomfortable. But it worked. He clicked his tongue and descended the staircase. “I’ll take your word for it, Elain. Hurry down. And tell Feyre to hurry too…”

It was like he knew. Oh Feyre was so going to owe me.

I bounded up the stairs, not slowing until I was at the top of Feyre’s own narrow staircase. I knocked and entered, ready to get a kick out of what was about to happen.

“Oh, Feyreeee, Dad needs you downstairs.”

Nothing for a few moments. I thought I heard whispers but from where I stood, I couldn’t see anything besides the large lump of her white bed coverings. “I guess I could send Dad up here…”

The whispering became clearer, now, and I made out something like, “Shut up!” and “I’ll handle it” and “Calm the fuck down.”

Feyre suddenly appeared in a very large t-shirt and nothing else. “Thanks, ‘Lain.” She practically hissed my name. She stalked across the floor toward me. “How’d you know?” She murmured.

“Got up for a glass of water last night. Saw Rhysand’s ass as it cleared the top of the staircase. Figured I’d save you from Dad’s wrath.”

Feyre rolled her eyes. “We didn’t do anything. And Dad has no right to dictate what I can and can’t do.”

“Obviously not,” I agreed. “But he could make things very awkward.”

“True. We’ll--I’ll--be down in a second. Please don’t tell Nesta. She’d be unbearable.”

“Tell me what?” A voice like iron floated across the small landing.

Feyre shut her eyes and I cringed. Nesta’s judgment might be worse than our father’s.

“Hey, Nesta,” Feyre said guiltily.

“Feyre. Hi Rhys!” Nesta raised her voice imperceptibly.

A tan hand rose from the bed. “Why the fuck do you have so many sisters, Archeron?”

The light that shone behind Feyre’s eyes was like nothing I’d ever seen before. In either of my sisters’ faces. Or my own. I bit back my own grin. After Tamlin, and the shitty year Feyre had had, I just wanted her to be happy. And Rhys was so good-natured. Didn’t hurt that he was hot, too. She deserved to look all happy despite being caught out by her two older sisters.

“I’d get downstairs quick. And arrive separately.” Nesta was fighting back a laugh. “I can’t wait to hear Dad chew you out for your sex life. For once, it won’t be me.” She smiled wickedly.

“We didn’t--I didn’t--get out!” Feyre screeched at us.

“You’re welcome,” Nesta and I said in unison, and we grinned at each other. Feyre pushed us out with surprising strength and slammed the door.

“That was fun.” Nesta started down the staircase first.

I was about to respond when my phone vibrated in my back pocket. I pulled it out.

Azriel: Mooorning

“Who’s that?”

“Huh?”

“Don’t play dumb.” Nesta dropped her voice to a low whisper as we descended the main staircase and headed for the kitchen. “You’re grinning like an idiot, and not in the ‘I just caught my sister with a boy in her bed in my dad’s house’ way you were earlier.”

“Uh, just looking at a meme.” Weak.

“Because you spend so much time scrolling through memes.”

Thankfully, Nesta let the subject drop. I honestly wished she hadn’t. Everyone had been treating me like a fragile piece of glass since the whole Greyson debacle. And while, yes, I wasn’t quite ready to share that I’d been secretly talking to Azriel for the past two months… I was strong enough to handle some sisterly teasing, or even fatherly teasing. Or any kind of teasing.

Instead, everything was, “Oh, Elain, your cookies taste so good!” and, “Oh, Elain, the garden looks wonderful!” and, “Oh, Elain, how’s nursing school?” Nobody wanted to talk about anything real with me, because they thought I wasn’t ready. And if I was the one to start down that road, they’d continue to tread on ice around me and just be grateful I was talking at all. Too grateful to really listen to what I had to say.

Which was why I’d downloaded a dating app two months ago, swiped right on all of two guys before I’d found someone worthy of deleting the app immediately after we started messaging. It’d been a constant stream of texting and snapchatting ever since, even if we hadn’t met up in person yet. My romantic past, Azriel’s loner tendencies, and the fact that he was one of Rhys’s best friends and Feyre’s teammate had made us decide to take things slow. But seeing how happy Feyre was with Rhys--and she didn’t even know it quite yet--made me think that I should tell my sister and then get Azriel to take me out.

That would certainly surprise everybody. Elain made of glass, indeed.

Before I could lose my nerve, I texted Azriel back. Sliding my phone back into my pocket, I reentered the kitchen with a smile on my face, trying not to ponder on the message I’d just sent.

Elain: I’ve been thinking. . . We should meet up… Face to face.

Elain: Like on a date.

I got a response within a moment and didn’t need to check my phone to know what it said.

Azriel: Hell yes.

~~~FEYRE~~~

I slammed the door shut. I looked behind me to find Rhys, breathtakingly shirtless, propped up on one elbow behind me.

“What are the chances that both of your lovely sisters keep their mouths shut about this? Cuz I have a feeling even a mutual love for collegiate athletics won’t stop your father from kicking me out of the house for staying the night in your room.”

I slumped onto the bed and he was suddenly there, filling all the empty space in the room as he hovered over me. I closed my eyes, fighting back a smile. “They’ve had their fun. Sisters don’t snitch.”

He rested his forehead against my shoulder. “Great. Not that I care about you, of course. I’m just very concerned about where I’ll have Thanksgiving dinner if your dad kicks me out.”

I sat up and pushed him back against the blankets all in one motion. “You take that back,” I said playfully.

“Make me.”

“How about I go down there and confess to my dad before Nesta or Elain can rat us out? Then I’d be rid of your sorry ass much more quickly.”

“Feyre!” Elain’s voice floated up the stairs tauntingly, interrupting our flirting.

“This isn’t over, Archeron,” Rhys said threateningly.

I pointed to the door. “Go put on something presentable. Your hair’s a mess.”

He scowled. But he kissed me lightly on the lips before he left the room and I almost told him to forget about family breakfast and stay up here with me, instead.

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The day passed in a blur. We spent the majority of it in the kitchen prepping for Thanksgiving lunch tomorrow afternoon. After a while, we all retired to the living room and marathoned the Lord of the Rings trilogy. Rhys sat next to me on the couch and as soon as it got dark enough outside that my father, Nesta, and Elain probably wouldn’t notice, he took my hand under our shared blanket and I set my head on his shoulder.

I stayed in his room that night, although we were both too tired to do much other than fall into bed after a day spent in the kitchen. I woke before him the next morning and tiptoed downstairs to let him sleep.

I found Elain and Nesta arguing in my kitchen.

“Why don’t you just tell me who he is,” Nesta was saying in a very low, very dangerous voice.

“Butt out, Nesta. It’s no one.”

“If it was no one, there’d be nothing for me to butt out of, now would there be?”

Elain was gripping the island countertop in the center of the kitchen. Nesta, surprisingly, was cooking up a huge skillet of scrambled eggs. It smelled as though they were starting to burn while her attention was focused on Elain.

Elain’s phone vibrated. “Who is he?” Nesta shrieked.

“Fuck off!”

“What’s going on?” I asked.

They both started speaking at once.

“Elain’s being stupid--”

“Nesta won’t stay out of my own fucking business--”

“Help me convince her--”

I held up my hands. “Oh, both of you shut up! Elain. Explain.”

Nesta mumbled something under her breath that I chose not to hear as Elain sighed. “Nesta thinks I’m talking to a boy. She thinks that she has a right to know who he is--if he even exists,” Elain added with an eye roll, “and that she deserves the right to approve. I told her to fuck off, but she’s not listening.”

I’d never heard so many “fucks” from Elain in one conversation. There was definitely a boy.

“Well, why don’t you tell us? After everything…”

Elain pushed herself back from the countertop, throwing her hands up in the air. “I’m not some fragile teenager who doesn’t know how to speak to boys! Despite what you think about how terribly broken I am after Greyson, I know what I’m doing! And now I don’t want to tell you even more. So leave me alone.”

She turned and pushed through the door that led from the kitchen to the side yard.

I looked at Nesta. She looked at me.

“She better be getting it reallll good to get so upset with us for asking about it,” Nesta said.

I took a seat at the barstools surrounding the island. “Do you think she. . . Do we really treat her like a teenager who doesn’t know how to speak to boys?”

“Maybe. But that’s because she doesn’t know how to speak to boys--or men, for that matter.”

Nesta thought she knew what was best for Elain--and she usually did. But Nesta also liked getting her way. When her way wasn’t Elain’s way. . . It was difficult for both of them. I resolved that no matter what Nesta thought, I’d try to give Elain some space when it came to her Mystery Guy. Even if I was dying to find out who it was.

“Speaking of boys. . .” Nesta began, but at that moment, Rhys stepped into the kitchen. Thank God. I didn’t know what exactly was going on between us at the moment. Discussing it with Nesta would be torture.

“Good morning,” I said brightly as Rhys took a seat beside me.

“Is it?” He asked. Nesta had turned around to find her eggs burnt to a crisp, ignoring Rhys entirely.

“What’s wrong?”

Rhys leaned his elbows on the counter. “My father called. He’s in town. And wants me to spend the weekend with him in my hometown.”

I couldn’t help the fear that gripped me at his words. Was he just making this up because he wanted to escape me? I struggled to keep my voice steady. “Where’s that?”

“Two hours north of here.”

“Well I can take you and drop you off tomorrow morning,” I managed to say. “Would that work?”

He blinked. “I did tell you that my father is a horrible person, right?”

“Not sure you mentioned it. . . But it’s Thanksgiving. You should be with family.” Which was true. Although I’d rather he stay here.

He rolled his eyes. “I can’t burden you with driving all the way out there and back just so I can spend the weekend with a very unideal candidate.” He gave me a look that told me who was the ideal candidate. Maybe he wasn’t making this up. . .

“Um. . . Uber?” Stay here, stay here, stay here.

“Too expensive.” He glanced at Nesta, and then turned to face me more fully. “You could stay with us. We can just make it ‘meet the parents’ week.” He smiled hopefully.

Relief flooded my body. “Well…” I definitely wanted to go with him. Right now I didn’t want to leave his side at all after the past two nights sleeping in his arms. But I didn’t want to offend my family.

Nesta banged the skillet against the edge of the trash can, causing both Rhys and me to jump about a mile. “Go with him, Feyre. I’ll talk to Dad.”

I couldn’t help the smile that exploded across my face. “I guess you’re stuck with me.” I grinned at him.

“There’s no one else I’d rather be stuck with.”

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Tag List: @sleeping-and-books @musicalfae @queen-of-glass

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hyukja3bbie · 4 years ago

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Super Junior 14th member

INFORMATION

Name: Park Chae-Won (박채원)

Stage name: Chae

Birthday: December 31, 1986

Birthplace: Jeollanam, Mokpo

Nationality: Korean

Height: 165 cm / 5'5

Weight: 49 kg / 108 lbs

Blood type: AB-

Position: Main dancer, lead rapper, vocalist, main chaosmaker and moodmaker

Sub-units: Super Junior-T, Super Junior-C. H. L (Leeteuk, Chae and Heechul) (stands for Di-Verse)

faceclaim: Taeyeon, Sooyoung, Nana and random ulzzangs

voiceclaim (singing voice): Ailee, Taeyeon

voiceclaim (speaking voice): Choi Sooyoung

FACTS ABOUT CHAE

She was born just a second away from january 1, 1987. There were a number of confusions during her trainee days because she was registered in 1989.

Her biological parents are Min Sun-ah and Park Seong-hun. Her mother is a neurosurgeon while Her father was a choreographer and stage director. Both of them were skilled and known dancers in Korea.

When she turned 2, her parents divorced each other because her father cheated on her mother.

Chae fell in love with dancing and skateboarding ever since she was 2 years old.

Her mother, Sun-ah, had gotten a new boyfriend namely Boo Yong-su who was also a dancer and choreographer.

Chae’s had a talkbalk and rebellious attitude even when she was young.

Chae went to the same school as her bandmate Donghae. She’s also very close to his family. She would’ve had been in 13 fights if it weren’t for Donghae. She only got into 9 fights.

None were caused by her, it was because of bullies.

While working, she was scouted 4 times, 1 by YG Ent. then 3 times by two scouting agents from SM Ent. and finally Lee Soo Man (LSM) himself came to scout her. She finally accepted Lee Soo Man’s offer.

Chae eventually had to leave school in 2000 and had to continue her school in 2004

Her life as a trainee, she was given a tougher and longer training compared to others because LSM wanted her to be the best and because she had a lot better foundation in dancing and rapping as well as singing.

Chae got into SM Ent. in May 1998. Her first stats when she got in was dancing - 6, singing - 5, rapping - 6, acting - 2 (1= lowest, 6= expert) making her the only sm trainee ever to get these stats.

Chae has 1 younger brother, Park Changmin.

She took care of them as much as she could as her father died of cancer in 2000.

Enough about her childhood, its time for random facts

Chae is considered as the BEST dancer in the Korean Industry and is known worldwide as a world-class dancer. She is able to cater to majority of the dance styles and genres with ease.

She also has major skills in freestyling, choreographing and battle dancing

She has helped written and produce majority — if not all of super junior’s songs, even sub-unit songs and songs for other groups. She writes and produces all of her songs in her solo albums and produces / writes songs for other groups

Chae is the korean artist with the most written or produced songs with 278 songs

She had debuted in 2000 in a hiphop group Honey Family with Miryo of BEG when she was recruited underground with the stage name TROUBLE.

TROUBLE also is the name she uses in producing and underground thing.

She also debuted with Heechul and Leeteuk in a group called DI-VERSE that surprisingly went well in 2003.

Chae is very very blunt and straightforward. She is a diva. She’s sarcastic and fearless — really. She’s not scared of anything or anyone.

Chae is a dork. And an incredibly funny dork. She is known for her extreme adlibs in songs and in variety shows.

Is known as the most rebellious and troublemaker artist in Korea.

Though not a bad thing, she has never smoked, been in a scandal or have been caught with a problematic behavior from the start of her career till now.

When she was a trainee, a trainer told her to keep her long hair and to keep it black but she cut it short the next day and dyed it blonde. She got yelled to lose more weight. the next time they met, she gained 5 kg and got yelled at by them. SM told her to give write an apology but instead she laughed and wrote a song on the paper instead.

She doesn’t wear make up most of the time and if not needed. Her bare face is also praised all the time because of how perfect her skin is.

Can play 6 instruments. Drums and Guitar as her favorite.

Chae is a boss in drinking, she never gets drunk and can drink for two days straight.

She has an extreme allergy to nuts and cucumber. Even if she eats just a small bit of it, her throat swells up snd she gets difficulty in breathing.

Chae is an advocate and an ambassador for anti-bullying, equality and animal and child welfare.

She is one of the richest musicians in the world and is the richest in Korea with a net worth of $350 million.

Is called “sleep switch” because of how fast she can fall asleep whenever and wherever. But she is hard to wake up in the morning.

She hates aegyo.

Chae can NOT cook. Please don’t let her cook.

She is voted as the scariest member but also the member with the most patience.

On May of 2011 she was appointed as the creative director of sm, as she is one of the stockholders, giving her the task to be the one to console artists about their problems.

She has a lot of friends in boygroups and girlgroups.

Chae is the only member even pre-debut to bug Heechul and Leeteuk even if they’re in a bad mood

Chae used to live in the 12th floor with Heechul, Hangeng, Kangin, Leeteuk and was Heechul’s roommate. They did sleep on one bed.

Heechul and Leeteuk stated that they will both protect Chae with their entire life and that she’s the most important person in their life.

Chae is the CEO of Label SJ but she only gets creative power.

Is the best at business, contracts, laws and negotiating. Chae negotiated with SM Entertainment in 2010 to change their contract about the profit distributions, issues about the group and more freedom in music. after a few battles, SM Entertainment agreed and their profit distributions became a lot bigger than before.

She has an IQ of 169 and is fluent in 5 languages, korean, english, japanese, chinese and mandarin

She is extremely bad at math and studying

Chae once got into a rumor of her being bi / lesbian in 2008 with numerous female idols.

she was involved in a fatal car crash along with kyuhyun, leeteuk, shindong, eunhyuk and their managers. she suffered critical blood loss and several broken ribs and other serious injuries.

Chae curses the most.

She is the God of flirting. She flirts with anyone.

She is also nicknamed “stone” because of how hard she is to fluster especially during shows and also just because of her stone bitch face that she shows during boring times.

Chae is very picky with men when it comes to age, she doesn’t like —slash does NOT date younger men except for lee seunggi and another guy.

Is well-known for being friends with a lot of people or literally anyone. She is the absolute person you don’t want to mess with because she knows everybody’s secret.

She knows all of the suju members’ secrets.

Despite knowing all of her members’ secrets, she had a hard time in telling people of her problems and feelings. Most of the time she keeps to herself where her depression becomes worse.

Chae has had depression and anxiety ever since she was young. Sometimes it became very serious but sometimes she overcame it.

Her depression reached its peak during 2011 to the point that during a performance for her fanmeeting, she slowly attempted to jump off a platform that held her high above the stage. Thankfully she stopped herself by gripping the handpost.

She is the strongest pillar of super junior despite her anxiety.

In 2008, a group of people started an organization to make her leave the group and give her a lot of hate. With the name Only Male. Her supporters were already big at that time so they sued the organization and got them to leave Chae alone.

During Eunhyuk’s scandal with IU in 2012, she protected Eunhyuk against very malicious comments.

She even let the management reveal her and Lee Seunggi’s dating news just so Eunhyuk won’t get the hate. And it came out badly. Chae got all of the hate especially for being together with the nation’s younger brother who had a very innocent image in contrast to her rebellious and sexy image.

Though Chae didn’t care. She was glad Eunhyuk didn’t get hate about it as more.

In an episode of Exploration of the human body, Chae was tasked to get the tears of each of her groupmates. (that was when they still promoted with hangeng, 2008) Surprisingly with the hidden camera prank her and her manager did the members all cried quickly without knowing about the prank.

Chae developed problem where she doesn’t cry. She gets scared to cry because of her trauma with her step-father. From the past year of Super Junior, Chae had only cried once and thats only 3 tears during the funeral of leeteuk’s grandparents.

Her close friends outside SJ and outside SM are: G-Dragon, TOP, Jessi, Lee Hyori, Rain, the whole njttw cast and Dara

Chae is incredibly blunt, she is much more straightforward, blunt and savage than Kim Heechul or any Korean idol / artist at that fact

Chae has a lot of tattoos.

She also has a high pain tolerance.

She is also known as the Queen of KPoP and Hallyu wave.

Her favorite food is spicy food, rice cakes and chicken.

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nightwingshero · 4 years ago

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Need me number 44 and 15 for WrenWes xoxo

You’re calling me out today, and I’m HERE FOR IT JFKADL;JS @risenlucifer and I mused about this, so I thought I would make it a thing klfaj;sj LISTEN, THIS IS...NOT WHAT I INTENDED IT TO BE AT ALL. DEFINITELY NSFW. I’M FUCKING HORRIFIED.

Giggling, I stumbled off the stage away from the karaoke machine, breathing heavily. I look around, trying to find my drinking buddy, but came up empty. Mary May looks up as I approach the bar, a small smile on her face. “Hey, where’d Randy go? You see him?”

“Nah, he left with Jo a bit ago. Didn’t even finish his beer.” she replied with a knowing look. I smirked.

“Then I guess that’s a win for me then, huh?” I laughed and she just rolled her eyes. “Hey, can I get a water and close out my tab? I think I’m done for the night.”

“Sure thing, Wren.”

I was feeling good tonight, buzzing just right and enjoying myself, but I knew it was time to call it a night. There was no sign of Wes, and my guess was that he had taken off after Randy and Jo fucked off. Couldn’t blame him, the crowd was kinda thinning out anyway. I try to ignore the twinge of disappointment, because I had reasons to be happy. Like my best friends growing a pair. It was about fucking time.

A hand finds it’s way on my lower back, making me jump a bit from surprise, but the face I’m expecting isn’t who I see. In fact, it’s not a face I recognize at all and my smile wavers. He doesn’t have the sharp jawline, the light eyes, or the messy hair. The twinge of disappointment is getting harder to ignore and it’s starting to hurt my buzz, which is not appreciated.

“How about I take care of that tab for you, huh?” he asked, slurring just a bit, and I try to take a step back to escape his grasp, but it only makes him move his hand to my hip. They might have been dulled a bit, but alarms were going off in my head.

“Actually,” a voice cut in as a warm arm hung itself around my neck, pulling me away and into his body. “I got that covered. We appreciate it though, man. Thanks.” Wes’ tone is clipped as he pulls out his wallet, his arm still wrapped around me and encasing me as he pulled some cash out and throwing it on the bar. He glanced at me, his brow raised. “I think it’s about time to head home, you ready?”

“Yeah!” I answered enthusiastically, my buzz swiftly saved and feeling excited of just the thought of going anywhere with Wes. As we walk away, he removes his arm to gently place his hand on my back, just a bit higher than the other guy, as he guided me forward. Leading the way, I make towards the exit, walking through the crowd with him right behind me. I can’t help but hum to the music that’s playing, and I consider turning around for another round of karaoke, but we’re out the door before I can decide to.

“You can crash at my place, I don’t wanna drive too far with both of us drinking tonight. I live closer than you do.” I only hum in response, because I can’t form the words. I’m too damn giddy.

The door of the bar slams, and I turn to see a group of men walk out. Recognizing one of them as the man at the bar, they hold my attention as the laugh and holler with each other. He catches my gaze and I frown at the way his face contorts in disdain.

“Hey, man, she’s nothin’ but a tease. Good luck getting some!”

I’m taken aback and hurt, and I’m upset that I’m not sober. Drunk me is too damn emotionally vulnerable to handle this with a swift punch to this man’s throat, so I make a noise in the back of my throat, trying hard not to let the words get to me.

My companion isn’t as successful as he slams his helmet on his bike, making me jump and shift my attention. I was grateful, because if I hadn’t been paying attention, I wouldn’t have caught him advancing forward with clenched fists and a furious expression.

I grab his arm desperately, pulling back with most of my body weight, but my feet can’t find purchase in the loose gravel and I realize that I must weigh nothing to him. I give a harsh yank, just enough to temporarily break his stride. Taking advantage of the opportunity, I move in front of him, my hands on his abdomen pushing him back.

“Wes, no. Please, no. It’s not worth it.” I plead, but he’s too busy glaring after them. I swallow, grabbing the loops of his jeans and pulling sharply. His eyes snap to mine. “Hey. Forget them, it doesn’t matter. I wanna go home, Wes. I’m tired and I don’t wanna be here anymore.” I look up at him pleading. “Please, Wes. Take me home.”

There’s a beat of silence as we stare at each other, and I can hear the revving of an old truck behind us. He glances back over, squinting and mumbling to himself for a moment before nodding.

“Alright.” He looked back down and gave me a smile tapping my chin with his finger, making me beam at the show of affection. “Let’s get out of here, little one.”

Normally, that would earn him a playful shove or an elbow in the ribs, but tonight I squeal and skip over to him as he grabs his helmet. Stopping in front of him, I stand on my tip toes, hands clasped behind my back, and my head tilted back as I smile up at him. He just laughed, turning to me and putting the helmet on me as gently as he could.

“Safety first.” He shrugged off his leather jacket, holding it out and helping me put it on before he zips it up. “And you’re gonna need this.”

“How do I look?” I ask with a chuckle and he scoffed.

“Adorable. You’re tiny, you know that?”

“I’m not adorable.” I argued with a pout. “I’m hot. People with motorcycles are hot, and guys always say their girl--” I stutter, my brain trying to desperately getting my tongue under control as he raised a brow at me. “They always say their friends look hot in their helmets.”

“Dully noted.”

Eyeing the bike, an idea hits me and I gasped, eyes wide. “Am I driving?!”

“Oh, no.” he shook his head. “But you’re riding in the front so I don’t have to worry about you fallin’ off, with you being all inebriated. That’s why you get the jacket, you’ll get cold--”

Ignoring him, I move swiftly to the bike, grabbing hold of the handlebars and swinging my leg over as I sit it up. His hand is fast, grabbing the handlebars to steady it, helping me balance it as my toes barely hit the ground. He kicks the stand up and I bite my lip in excitement.

“Careful, Blake.”

“Oh, please.” I scoff. “I’m used to straddling things, Brooks. Ain’t the first time I had something like this between my legs.” I replied thoughtfully as I examine it. He’s quiet, and I feel a swell of pride for surprising him. The last thing he had expected was to learn that I wasn’t exactly new at riding these things. “My girlfriend in college had an older brother, and he’d let her take me for rides.”

“And you didn’t learn how to drive them then?”

“Oh, hell now. Too small for my taste.” I replied dismissively. “So, how do you start this thing? Is there an ‘on’ switch?”

He snorted before digging out the key from his pocket. I watch in awe as he does his magic, the bike roaring to life. I can’t help the gasp that leaves me or the smile that’s so big, it hurts my face. “It’s so loud!” I call out, glancing at him before running my hands down the cool metal, a thought occurring to me. “I can see why girls like dressing up and getting their pictures taken on them, Wes!”

“Yeah, Wren, that’s not--”

Gasping, I look up at him with wide, excited eyes. “Do you think Mike could take pictures of me on here?! He doesn’t live too far, he might be home! We could--”

“No.” Wes replied quickly, a hardness to his tone that shocks me a bit. He looks away, squeezing his eyes shut momentarily and I can see his jaw tic. Licking his lips, he glances around, refusing to meet my gaze. “No, we’re not, uh, we’re not doing that. That’s a hard fucking no.”

I don’t get a chance to protest as he get on behind me, and my face burns red because I haven’t been this close to Wes before. Shoving and joking aside, this felt...different. And my brain decided to take another turn completely.

“This thing vibrates pretty hard, Wes.” I call back thoughtfully. “You think girls buy bikes for other reasons? I mean, it would make an expensive vibrator, but damn. Worth it, right?” Leaning forward, I lean forward, placing the helmet against the metal to feel the vibrations and I giggle. Wes inhales, his hands ghosting over my hips.

Clearing his throat, he tugged on the jacket. “Yeah, uh, we should go, sit back up, hun.” Doing as I’m told, I sit up, scooting back to make myself comfortable, but Wes hisses and curses under his breath.

I glance back, worried. “You okay? Did I hurt you?”

“No, no you didn’t hurt me.” I frown because his pained expression seems to be saying something different. He’s trying to settle his breathing, I notice, and when his eyes open, there’s something dark there that I can’t put my finger on, but it’s gone as soon as it appeared. “Alright, hun, put your hands here.”

Wes helps me adjust, placing me where I was secure without causing him issues with driving. The ride itself was peaceful, and it’s an experience, being able to take everything in like this. It was something I could get used to. And when we finally make it to his cabin, my body still tingled from the exhilaration. It only added to my buzz, and while he put the bike away, I giggled and flapped my arms like a bird. I told him I was a penguin, laughing until tears were streaming down my face and Wes just smiled. Deep down, I was waiting for him to get annoyed, irritated to the point that he insist that I keep my mouth shut because I was too much.

He never does, and when I break out singing Bohemian Rhapsody on our way to his front door, he joined in with an air guitar as I slammed on imaginary drums. It’s odd to me that we hadn’t done this before, that we hadn’t hung out with just us. The reason was scratching in the back of my mind, dulled out by everything else as he unlocked the door.

“I’ll get you some water. You need to hydrate since I’m sure you don’t want a hangover in the morning.”

I hum as I take in his home. Its cozy, warm almost. The idea of this every happening seemed like such a long shot to me. Us being friends had once seemed impossible too, but I suppose Jo was to thank for that.

“Is this what you do with all the girls?” I ask, turning to watch him hesitate as he grabs a glass. “Everyone says that you get around. Not that that’s a bad thing. Sex is healthy, you know?” His eyes watch me silently as I skip over to him, and I lean on the counter. “Your lips always look soft, you know that? I bet they are. And as good as you look clean shaven, you look the hottest when you haven’t shaved in a few days.” I tilt my head as I study him, speaking matter-of-factly. He blinks for a moment, thinking a bit before responding.

“You into guys with facial hair?”

“I’m into you.” I jump at the sound of the glass hitting the counter and breaking. Wes curses and I watch as he carefully cleans up the broken glass. “You know, I was hoping you’d notice my really cute outfit.” I pouted, suddenly sad as I looked at the remains of the glass. “I just bought these boots, because they’re so cute and I could be taller for you. Just in case I was too short for you, you know? Some guys don’t like short girls. I’m super short compared to you.”

“I noticed.” he mumbled, looking away before he throws the glass away. “And no, not every guy feels that way.”

I hum before looking around. Gasping, he turns to see my face break out in pure excitement. “Smart TV! Do you have Netflix? Omg, Wes, movie night! Can we, please?”

He laughs in disbelief. “Yeah, sure. Movie night.”

Turning away, I began taking my boots off, using the couch to help hold my balance. After that, I go to unzip the jacket, and bring it up to my nose and I can smell the woodsy scent of him with a hint of citrus. He’s staring at me and I shrug. “You smell really good.”

The sound of the facet fills the room and I fold the jacked, placing it on the side of the couch. Humming, I go to unbutton my jeans and kicking them off fully, the sense of relief coming over me as the sink is shut off abruptly. “We could watch The Twilight Zone or American Horror Story. Oh! We could watch a scary movie, Wes!” I grab a folded blanket off his cough and turn back to him. He just stares, a look of unease and maybe fear on his face. “Oh Wes, it doesn’t have to be a scary movie if that’s too scary for you. We can watch something else if you’d like?”

“Wren, what...what are you doing? Where are your pants?”

I threw him a look. “I took them off.” I replied, stating the obvious.

“I--I don’t think that’s a good idea--”

“Wes,” I give him a deadpan stare. “Everyday, I have to wear a bra. You ever wear a bra? No? Well, it sucks. I look good in tight pants. Skinny jeans, faux leather, jeggings, whatever. But that doesn’t mean I’m comfortable. It’s not a big deal, silly. Besides, Pratt loves to remind me that you prefer blondes.” With that, I turn, reaching back and undoing my bra, slipping it off from under my shirt, and dropping it down next to my jeans.

Wrapping myself in the blanket, I curl up on the couch as Wes hesitantly joins me, a huge gap between us. He placed the glass in the middle of the coffee table, but I scoot over to him, cuddling up against his side and sigh. “You’re so damn warm. Movie time!”

“Movie time.” he cleared his throat, switching on his TV and flipping through Netflix. “I don’t uhm, you’re really close.”

“You thinking The Twilight Zone? Oh, The Conjuring!” I pointed at the TV enthusiastically. “I love that movie!”

He turned it on and I curled up closer to him. It’s quiet for awhile, until he whispers quietly to me. “Are you gonna remember this? When you wake up, I mean?”

“Mmmm, oh definitely. I’m gonna be so damn embarrassed.” I sigh.

“You’re different. Not like a different person, you’re still you, you just...”

“I let my guard down when I’m like this.” I explain, my voice matter-of-fact, as if I were explaining the rules of a game. “So many walls, Wes. Easier that way. When I drink, they fall, and it’s a moment where I’m myself without a filter. The things I’m always thinking gets said...I think...I think that’s why I’m so careful to not drink around you usually, you know? I’m more honest in this state and I’ve wanted to tell you for so long that I’ve had the biggest crush on you for like...ever.” I laughed. “I could never say that to you, are you kidding? And lose you as a friend or risk that rejection? Fuck that, I’m lucky to just be around you.” I hum thoughtfully before looking up at him. Wes meets my gaze and I use the courage the alcohol has given me. “You know, I don’t normally care what people think of me. I’m not the most confident person in the world, most of it is just a front, but things that I’ve never been self-conscious about...I am when I’m with you. Like...my tattoos, ugh, what if you think they’re weird? And my boobs might be too small. You know? I just...really wanna be enough, and I’ve never felt that more strongly than I do with you.” I sigh, turning my attention to the movie. “No, I’ll wake up, remember, and hide behind the walls. My guard will rise fast and I’ll run, because that’s all I know how to do. Because its safe.”

I’m suddenly tired, fatigue washing over me completely and my eyes start to droop. I’m already half asleep when I hear him speak again. “I don’t prefer blondes.”

“Mmm.” I mumble. “That’s fine. People have types. I just wanna be yours.”

The next thing I remember is a dream, my hand resting over something warm and hard. It’s moving, rising and falling steadily, and I stir awake. I blink at the dark room that’s definitely not my bedroom, or my living room as I eye the coffee table. The dark screen of the TV shows Netflix asking if I was still watching, and I frown.

I glance over and my eyes widen as I realized I’m curled up with Wes on his couch, my fucking hand under his shirt and resting on his chest. Everything starts to hit me, memories of what had happened, what I had said, making me panic. Not thinking, I jerk away, trying to scramble back, but that only wakes him and he sits up, looking around before his gaze falls on me.

“Oh my god, oh my fucking god.” I’m in full panic mode, my brain rushing into survival mode. “My pants--my fucking pants are gone!” I gasp as I realize my bra is gone too, and I use the blanket to cover me as I look at him in fear. “Oh fuck, did we--?”

“Wh--No!” he responded hurriedly, shaking his head. “Definitely not.”

I recoil a bit, stung by how he said it, but I mentally kick myself for suggesting such an idiotic thing anyway. His eyes widen a bit, but I’m past it. “Oh...oh fuck. Okay, uhm...I...don’t have a ride.”

“No, you don’t.”

“It’s not safe for you to drive.”

“Probably not on my bike, no.”

I’m stuck here, I realize as I stare at the floor, wishing there was more space between us. “I...okay. Fine. That’s fine. I think uhm...I think I should go get decent. I can’t fucking believe...” I squeeze my eyes shut, praying that this wasn’t happening, but it is. There’s no getting out of it. I’m into you.

Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck.

“Wren...we should probably talk.”

“No, no we don’t have to. Wes I was drunk, and I’m sorry. Fucking Jo.” I hissed through clenched teeth. It wasn’t her fault, not really. She wanted me to get out of the house, it was my choice to drink. This was my fault. I try to keep myself from crying, my guard going up immediately as I try to find the best way to get out of this situation.

“What happened-- ”

“Wes, no.”

“Wren.”

I look at him, finally, and I hate it because the tears are there. I’m horrified. It’s embarrassing, humiliating, and terrifying. It’s unspoken, but we both remember, we both know what he wants to talk about, but if it remains unsaid...if we could pretend it didn’t happen and never acknowledge it, we have a better chance at salvaging the relationship we’ve developed.

And I’d rather have that then not have him at all.

“Please...Wes, no.” My voice breaks. “Look, it’s okay. Really. Can we...can we just pretend? Please?” It hurts too damn much, because this seemed so normal, natural even. How easy it was to have fun with him, to not worry about not being myself because he only encouraged it.

It made me love him even more.

He purses his lips, his jaw ticking again as that dark expression comes back in his eyes from before. “Come here.” he whispers. I hesitate, not sure, but I move closer to him. Once in reach, he gently pulls me on his lap, straddling him. I try to think about the face that my underwear is thin and I can feel his jeans. I can’t tell him because it’s too damn embarrassing and is that really appropriate to bring up? After the shit that I’ve said and pulled, I didn’t want to take the chance.

I try to duck my head, but he doesn’t let me, staying in my line of sight and our gazes locked. “Did you mean it?”

“What?” I asked.

“You know what.” his tone a bit harder. I shivered, loving the sound of it rumbling from his chest. “Did you mean what you said?”

“Wes, we really shouldn’t do this.” I wince. I’m not sure what answer he wants, but I know that that wasn’t it. I’m waiting for him to shove me off of him, to tell me to leave, because this isn’t fair to him. I know that, but I’m too scared. I’ve said too much.

“I’m an early riser, you know.” he said, keeping his eyes on me as his hands rub just above my knees. “Just, naturally. I don’t sleep in very often. But you would’ve tried to be gone by then, right?” I say nothing as his hands travel slowly up my thigh. He glances around, nodding to himself. “Yeah, and you know what, I probably would’ve stopped you. Or have cornered you later. So, I mean, if this conversation is gonna happen regardless, why not have it now? Yeah?”

His voice is so damn husky, and I’m fighting my body’s urge to grind against him, because it’s making me feel things. Dangerous things. His eyes are sparkling, that darkness there and I knew then, deep down, that he fucking knew it.

“I noticed those boots you bought for me, noticed those tight ass pants.” He smirked, his hands making their way to my ass and I inhale sharply.

“Wes--”

“What you didn’t notice, was you pressing and grinding that ass against my dick on my bike, babe.” If I wasn’t horrified before, I definitely was now, but he doesn’t give me the chance to defend myself. “You have any idea how many times I’ve thought about taking you on my bike? And no, not in the ‘take you for a ride’ sense, though, gotta say, I’m liking that idea right now. No, I mean strip you down and bend you over it. Or just have you in the position you were in tonight. That would work, too, don’t you think?”

I can’t help it, it’s so fucking easy for me to picture. The smallest of whimpers escape me and I buck my hips just a tad. But the victorious smirk on his face tells me he noticed.

“Kinda like that, but a little more like...this.” He squeezed as his hips raised and he pressed me against him, and my hips did the rest. The whimper is louder and I can feel him harden even more against me. “You like that thought, too, huh?” One of his hands slips back over my leg and finds my underwear, rubbing my clit over the fabric, and feeling just how soaked I was. “Oh, yeah. You definitely like that. And it’s right outside. Just say the word. I’ll carry you myself.”

“Wes...” I breathed out in shock as he rubs me again and I clutch onto his shoulder for support.

“And the look on your face...when I told we didn’t fuck. Baby, you were so hurt.” he whispered.

“Y-you were so unaffected.” I murmured and he stopped as I looked away with tears in my eyes. “I just thought...I assumed you didn’t feel the same way, Wes. And it built up inside of me. So I just took it as--”

“As if I’d never touch you, that I’d never want to.” He finished for me and I gave a nod, a bit embarrassed. “I’m not going to touch you when you’re drunk, baby. Jo wasn’t the only one that came to the bar with intentions. I just had to bide my time, and honestly, I was too fucking busy enjoying you.” Slipping his hand into my underwear, I gasp when he slowly circles my clit. “And you tell me all these dirty little secrets, Wren, not even giving me a chance to process as you throw one after another, driving me fucking crazy. Then I turn around and you’re fucking stripping in my fucking living room, convinced that I wouldn’t ever fucking want you. And that’s so far from the fucking truth, but I can’t do a damn thing about it until morning, because I wasn’t taking advantage. And now, there’s no fucking excuse, because we’re both sober, consenting adults and you’re already trying to get off on my hand, and you haven’t even tested to see if my lips are as soft as you think they are.”

I don’t hesitate smashing my lips against his, and yes, they’re soft, but they’re better than I fucking imagined. He slips two fingers in, and I ride them as we’re consumed into the kiss I swear will take my life. His thumb give attention to my clit as I moan in his mouth. I pull back, though, because I need to fucking breathe, but I take advantage of it.

Moans escape me as I find his ear, giving his lobe the slightest nibble. I find the strength to whisper to him softly. “You know, I think I could get a deeper appreciation for that bike, Wes. I don’t think I got it the first time.” I giggle as he groans. “Wanna show me, baby?”

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Kinktober Day 5 (10/05/2019)

Kink - Mechanophilia (Sexual arousal caused by machines), Bonus light impregnation kink

"I don't think we should take the contact."

The 10 guys of NCT Chop shop were in a sticky situation. An offical letter from SJ industries offered the boys 1,000 dollars each if they allowed the company to take over their workshop, the one place that they've felt free enough to be themselves and work on their projects.

"Where would we go?" Taeil asked the group, all with unsure grimaces on their faces.

"With 10,000 grand, we should be able to find a cheap enough place that we can work from, possibly in a better neighborhood and that could mean more rich clientele," Jungwoo spoke up, looking the letter over.

"We should at least try to talk them up to two grand a piece," Doyoung took the letter from the younger boy, reading one sentence out loud, "right here, it says 'We will stop by tomorrow,' meaning today, 'to talk about any problems and possible solutions.' We could talk to them then."

"But we still need to come to a consensus, take the money or not?" Taeyong, their democratically appointed leader, looked at the 9 other members, "all for one and one for all, remember?"

A knock at the large door shocked the boys, Yuta going over to open it, 3 tall men and a girl around their age on the other side.

"Hello," a man in a gray suit with the nametag 'Leeteuk' looked the group up and down, "you must be the gentlemen who work here. Is there a manager?"

"I guess that would be me?" Taeyong walked towards him, sticking his hand out, "I'm Taeyong, pleasure to meet you, sir."

"Likewise," Leeteuk shook Taeyong's hand, wiping his hand on his pants as Taeyong gestured the others to come inside, "this is Shindong and Heechul, and my secretary, Y/N."

The group bowed, Y/N keeping her eye on the tall boy whose coveralls were embroidered with "Johnny" in red thread on the left side of his chest.

"Now," Leeteuk threw his suitcase at Y/N, the girl catching and holding it to her side, "I assume you boys are willing to take the offer? I mean, judging on how this place works, you could use the money."

"Wel-"

Taeil was cut off by Leeteuk, "Don't tell me you're thinking about not taking the offern? 10,000 for you must be a lot."

"It is," Taeyong hid the disgust on his face for the cocky male, "but this is also our home, we've been here for years, some of us have even stayed here when we had nowhere else to go. One grand a piece isn't enough to make us part with this place."

"How about we talk about this?" Leeteuk threw his hands in a smug manner, "Shindong, Heechul, go with the others while I talk to Mr. Taeyong."

"What do yo-"

"Oh, that's right, Y/N is here too," Leeteuk looked at the group, "Lanky boy, what's your name?"

"I can tell you it's not Lanky Boy," Johnny looked up, displaying his name on his clothes, "I assume you can read, seeing as you are a huge CEO?"

Y/N and Johnny's nine friends started laughing, Leeteuk whipping his head around to give an annoyed stare at his secretary, the girl immediately halting all actions and staring at the floor. Leeteuk threw his hand over the shoulder of Taeyong as the tourgroups began to break off, Johnny and Y/N shaking each other's hands.

"Taeyong my boy, let's go talk," Leeteuk practically dragged Taeyong away from his friends, the leader looking at the other mechanics with a concerned look on his face.

"Is he always like that?" Johnny asked Y/N, the boy picking up a rag and wiping some grease off his face.

"Do you always keep those googles on?" Johnny touched his face at Y/N's comment, playfully rolling his eyes.

"They're stylish, but back to that Lettuce dude."

"It's Leeteuk and You'd be surprised how kind he can actually be when he's not talking about business," Y/N scoffed, looking around the huge area, machines, wood and metal decorating the space.

"Ah," a simple word out of Johnny's mouth as he notices Y/N's interest, "would you like to take a look around? None of the tools are plugged in, so no Final Destination deaths here."

Y/N awkwardly chuckled at the sight of the handsome boy, "umm, yeah, sure."

"We call this Ellie," Johnny pointed to a big machine, picking up a giant tube, "she helps us clean up faster, sucking up all the dust and dirt."

Y/N smiled and nodded along, watching Johnny excitedly go from machine to machine.

"Here we have a wood splitter, nothing fancy, just sort of does what its name says it does," Johnny gestured to a small room inside the workspace, "we call this the tool prison, drills, hammers, nails, screws, you name it, it's in there."

Johnny pulled out a chainsaw, pretending to rev it up as Y/N jumped back, still quiet so she won't interrupt Johnny's excitement.

"I call this Betsy, she's been my tool since day 1," Johnny showed Y/N the carved out name in the side of his chainsaw, "she's a bit old, but still works."

"How did you get into mechanics and tools?" Y/N walked over to a table, a nailgun, a drill and some screws scattered on the top.

"They're sexy," a laugh from Y/N causing Johnny to make fingers gun, "but seriously, Taeyong and Taeil needed someone else to help them with their projects and I was in the same woodshop class with them a few years ago."

Y/N walked around, exploring the shop, "do you want to continue giving me the tour?"

"Sure, why not? This is a table saw, one of my friends actually almost got injured real bad by this one," Johnny started fucking with the machine, spinning the sawblade as Y/N visibly freaked out while Johnny played with the sharp tool, "she was using this tool for a show that her class was putting on, one of the triangles she was cutting had a nail or staple in it and it shut out, narrowly missing her."

"Ohmygod, is she okay?" Y/N cringed at the story, Johnny putting the safety cover back on the machine, smirking at Y/N.

"Yeah, she's fine," Johnny put his arm up, hand hidden in his sleeve, spooking Y/N, "she just has to live with one hand!"

Y/N gently smiled, continuing to look around as Johnny watches her walk around, noticing her skirt keeps raising up, the girl having to pull it down every few steps.

"Why do you work for that Leek Dance dude?" Johnny sat next to the table saw, keeping his eyes on Y/N, "like he's such a douche."

"He's my stepbrother's friend," Y/N walked over to Johnny, "the one with the pinkish hair? Heechul? He's my stepbrother and one of Leeteuk's best friends. Leeteuk offered him a job and said he would only take it if I could have an internship."

Johnny nods, swinging his legs, "an internship? That's it? Do you get paid?"

"Yeah," Y/N shrugs, standing a few feet in front of Johnny, "but it goes to Heechul for the most part. Leeteuk says 'it's for the best until Y/N can learn to control her money,' even though, you know, I'm able to do so."

As Johnny started to speak, Y/N cut him off.

"You asked me a question, I get one."

"Ok, alright. What do you want to know?"

"What's your favorite machine?"

"Does Betsy count," Johnny jumped down from the table, his googles now around his neck, Y/N shaking her head, "alright. I guess it'll have to be the table saw, come here and I'll show you a better view."

Y/N walked over to the table saw, Johnny caging her in as he showed her the unplugged cable.

"Just so no one gets their face mauled, you make sure this is never in the wall unless there is a piece of wood under it," Johnny lays the cord next to the saw, gently grabbing Y/N's hand and placing it on one of the handles and placing the other on a button, "this right here is to move it left and right. Go ahead, push the button and try it."

Y/N pressed the orange button, maneuvering the power tool, Johnny placing his hand on top of hers as he lifted up the safety cover.

"Remember, it's unplugged, so it's not going to hurt you," Johnny repositioned himself in a more comfortable position, his chest flushed to Y/N's back, the secretary feeling her body heating up at the mechanic's proximity.

Johnny watched Y/N's hands roam over the machinery, her nails tracing each curve, Johnny feeling his pants tighten as he imagines her hands on his body, tugging at his hair and pulling on hi-

"Umm," Y/N turned around, looking down at Johnny's bulge that became prominent, Johnny stammering, "I guess you were right about machines being sexy."

Johnny barely opened his mouth, Y/N using his own words against him, the pair moving impossibly close to each other as they begun to heavily make out. Y/N took off her coat, throwing it to the side, and Johnny throwing the googles around his neck along with it.

Johnny helped the girl on the metal table, the table saw right next to her, pulling her shirt above her breasts as he immediately begun to suck on one of her nipples. Y/N's hands found their way to Johnny's hair, running them through his greasy, but soft locks.

Pulling away, Johnny unzipped his coverall, pulling his cock out his boxers, bringing Y/N in for a kiss, teasing her by rubbing his cock up and down along her covered core.

"Would you like prot-"

"I'm on birth control, just fuck me," Y/N shimmied her skirt further up, the fabric looking more like a belt, allowing her to spread her legs more, a wet spot growing in the middle of her underwear.

Johnny leaned down to kiss up Y/N's body before pulling her panties to the side, guiding his cock, pushing into Y/N. His hands immediately went up Y/N's body to play with her nipples, Johnny nuzzling into Y/N's neck.

"I'm gonna fill you up with my cum," Johnny nipped Y/N's neck, thrusting into her as she held a hand over her mouth, not wanting to be caught, "barely know you, but I'm gonna make you mine."

Y/N moved her arm to lean herself up, accidentally knocking a belt sander to the floor.

"Thing was a piece of shit anyway," Johnny helped her, holding her close to his chest, Y/N scratching down his back, "next time I see you, maybe I can eat you out in the tool closet, fuck you up the ass on the wood splitter, would you like that?"

"Yes, Johnny," Y/N moaned out the mechanic's name, her forehead slick against his chest, his pounding into her not stopping, "fuck me all over the place."

"Have you sit on the table while that shitty belt sander vibrates the whole table," Johnny nipped on Y/N's ear, bucking his hips at an angle that made Y/N's high start to creep up, "maybe do it in front of your boss, piss him off."

Y/N whimpered in Johnny's arms, the feeling in her gut twisting as he continued to whisper the dirtiest things she's heard.

Y/N hadn't noticed she came until Johnny pulled her even closer.

"Good girl," Johnny looked at her, his forehead sweaty and his eyes half opened, "now you're gonna be even better and take my cum."

Johnny thrusted a few more times, Y/N sensitive in his arms, his cum seeping out of his sudden lover. He stayed in her, grabbing a cloth from his back pocket and wiping her forehead. A moment passed before Y/N broke the tension, Johnny's hand caressing her back.

"Normally, you're supposed to turn machines on, not the other way around." Johnny laughed, pulling out of Y/N and pulling down her panties, putting them in his pocket as he fixed her skirt.

"You want these back? Make a date with me," Johnny smiled as Y/N nodded, hopping off the table just as the group came back.

"So, we have a deal, Mr. Leeteuk?" Taeyong smiled triumphantly while Leeteuk shook his hand, "2 grand a piece, we keep this area and teach a class every week?"

"Yes," Leeteuk grimaced, staring at Y/N in Johnny's arms, her legs wobbling a bit, "what's wrong with you?"

"She tripped," Johnny held onto Y/N's waist, "she accidentally tripped over the belt sander that Haechan left out."

Haechan looked down at his feet, Leeteuk looking for any sign of something in her eyes. When he couldn't find any, he straightened his suit jacket.

"Ok, it was a pleasure to meet you gentlemen, this is going to be a fine partnership."

Handshakes were had all around, Johnny walking up to Y/N, taking his phone out and handing it to her. Y/N typed in her phone number, texting her number so she could have Johnny's. Leeteuk called after Y/N, the girl walking as poised as she could. After the gate closed, Johnny's phone vibrated, the text bringing a big smile on his face.

That wood splitter idea sounds fun ;)

#johnny seo #johnny #nct smut #nct imagines #nct scenarios #nct #nct 127 #nct au #kinktober #my writings

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benhardyisdaddy · 5 years ago

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my plus one - part 2

MASTERLIST

(hello babes!!! so ive been starved on soft roger so i needed that rlly bad in this part as u can tell lmao i hope u all like it, i seriously have so many ideas and im excited!!)

Word Count: 1,694

You dreaded airports. You dreaded them even more when you were with Roger Taylor, the famous drummer of Queen. Every person you walked by would gasp and point at him as they get all giddy and weird. You have known Roger since before Queen, so the star struck feeling wasn’t mutual with you. You just saw your best friend and that’s all. Oh how he loved to tease you over it.

“How does it feel to be friends with a rock star?” he asks right after signing something for a girl and her friends.

He has a smug look on his face as he smiles. You laugh and roll your eyes.

“Yeah, okay, Mr. Rock star. Do they know that you still sleep with your tiny stuffed tiger at night?” you ask, a smirk playing on your lips.

Roger’s eyes go wide as he brings his finger to his mouth and shushes you.

“Shhh! Don’t say that out loud!” he warns you, his voice dangerously low.

You wiggle your brows as you open your mouth to talk even louder.

“Oh, do you mean the stuffed tiger you sleep with named Bubs?”

Roger leaps forward and places his hand over your mouth with a warning look on his face. You can’t help but laugh against him as he chuckles as well. The two of you stare at each other as he slowly removes his hand, a faint smile on your faces. Suddenly, the look goes serious as he continues to look at you. You swallow hard and look away fast as you rub the back of your neck.

“We should get some snacks for the plane.” you tell him as you walk away.

Roger takes in a deep breath and he agrees with you. The two of you walk through the gift shop and gather what you need. When you’re done, you make your way to your gate. People are still looking at Roger and probably wondering what he’s doing not on a jet. He offered to use his own, but you were more comfortable this way.

“Ugh,” you groan out.

“What?” he asks, removing his headphones from his ears.

You were finally on the plane and in your seats. People were still walking through the aisle and trying to find theirs. You look to Roger and frown hard.

“The trip’s almost six hours long.” you pout.

Roger rolls his eyes as he opens up a small bag of chips and throws a few into his mouth, talking with it full.

“I go back and forth on an eleven hour flight from here to London. I think you’ll survive six.”

Your eyes are wide as your head falls forward just slightly.

“I don’t know how you do it.” you tell him.

“Imaykesureidrinakalot”

You squint your eyes and frown.

“Don’t talk with your mouth full!” you scold him.

He swallows hard and starts again.

“I make sure I drink a lot.”

“Ohhh. Can’t blame you. Can I have one?” you ask, looking to his chips.

He scowls as you make puppy dog eyes to him.

“You said you weren’t hungry when I asked if you wanted anything!”

“I wasn’t, but now I am! Pleeeeeease!”

Roger sighs and takes a chip from the bag and holds it up.

“Open up.” he tells you.

You know what he’s going to do. You open your mouth and laugh as he tosses a chip up and you catch it, causing you both to silently cheer. He throws one again and it hits your forehead, causing you both to laugh hard. Maybe the plane trip won’t be as bad as you think.

***

“Who’s picking us up?” asks Roger.

The plane had just landed and you all were able to make your way off. You had a hold of Roger’s shirt so you wouldn’t get separated in the sea of people as he carried your purse for you.

“I think my mom is.”

“What if it’s Alex and Ellie?” he asks with a smart aleck look on his face.

You frown and bring yourself closer behind him, your chest practically pushed against his back. Roger’s laughing at his joke as you slip your finger under his shirt and pinch his side, causing him to hiss.

“Ow!” he yells.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did that hurt? It was funny to me.” you tease back, causing him to frown.

You finally make it off of the plane and inside the airport. You look around the busy place in search of a familiar face. You find one. You were right all along. Your mom was picking you up. She looks around the room and spots you. A giant smile appears on her face as she hurries to get to you. She opens her arms and pulls you in for a hug.

“My baby!” she says loudly.

She squeezes you hard and leans away, getting a good look at you. Her eyes go to Roger and she almost gasps.

“Roger Taylor, is that you? Look at you! All grown up and so handsome!” she coos.

Roger blushes and smiles to her.

“Hi, Mrs. Y/l/n. It’s really good to see you as well.”

“Roger’s doing really well now, mom. He’s in the band Queen!”

She squints her eyes and shakes her head, not understanding.

“Who?” she asks, causing Roger to snicker.

“Queen? The famous band? They’re all over the media.”

“Oh, honey. You know I’m not much into what’s popular and what’s not. But congratulations, Roger!” she tells him proudly.

“Thank you, Mrs. Y/l/n.” he says, still trying not to laugh.

“So,” she starts as you make your way to your luggage. “When were you going to tell me that you two are a couple, huh?”

You stop walking which results in Roger running into you. You look to him fast as he shrugs and doesn’t know what to say.

“Oh, mom. Wait, n-”

But before you can answer, someone’s talking over you.

“Sis! Over here!”

It’s Ellie. You hear her voice and your skin crawls. You slowly look to your left and there she is with Alex right beside her. He’s almost frowning as he awkwardly stands there as she grins and waves her hand in the air. You feel like you’re going to be sick, but Roger places his hand on your arm and you’re better. You relax.

“What are they doing here?” you whisper to your mom.

She frowns at them and just shakes her head.

“Apparently Tweedledee and Tweedledum wanted to join in on the welcome party. I told them not to.” she explains.

Before you can say more, Ellie comes rushing up to you and hugs you tightly.

“I missed you so much!” she squeals.

“Gee,” is all you can say back.

You look to Alex and he’s watching you closely. You don’t dare say hi to him. Ellie takes a step back and grabs his hand, making you almost shiver. What makes you feel better is the sheer disgust on your mother’s face as she looks at Alex. It made you love her more.

“You guys were in a serious discussion. What about?” she asks, curious.

She’s smiling so hard, her face might get stuck. You secretly wish it does.

“Oh,” starts your mom. “I was just talking about the new couple in front of me! I had no idea!”

Ellie looks between you two and her eyes narrow.

“Wait, you two are dating?” she asks, confused.

Alex tenses his jaw and stands up straight. Roger opens his mouth to tell them no, but you cut him off.

“We are!” you say a little too loud.

Roger’s eyes go slightly wide as he stares at you in disbelief. You awkwardly smile and laugh as you grab his hand and hold it. You show everyone and slowly lean yourself into his arms.

“We’re… Dating.” you say, forcing a smile.

Roger, on the other hand, looks like he’s just seen a ghost. His mouth is still slightly open as he looks between everyone beyond confused.

“Oh my gosh?” says Ellie. “That’s amazing! Best friends who found love! Awwww!”

And a sister who found my ex! Awwww! But you don’t say that. You just give her a tight lip smile as Roger starts to calm down and realize he needs to just go with it.

“Uh, yeah! We’re just so in love.” he says, squeezing your hand.

“Here,” says your mom as she pulls out her phone. “Lovebirds in paradise. Let me take your photo. Give her a smooch.”

Both of your eyes go wide this time as you look at each other. You’ve never kissed Roger before so this was beyond awkward. He stares at you with a fake smile on his face. He’s secretly cursing you with his eyes and you can tell.

“Alright,” you say as you turn to face him fully. “One smooch.”

You slowly and awkwardly lean in as he does the same. Your faces are inches apart as you slightly turn your head. You can feel his warm breath on your face and your stomach was going crazy. You did not think this through. You look down at Roger’s lips and then to his eyes, watching him do the same. You lift your eyebrows up playfully, causing him to smile. You both slowly lean in and kiss. You think it’s going to last for a second, but it doesn’t. You close your eyes and lean into him, Roger doing the same. You melt for a moment until you hear the camera shutter.

“Alright, got it.” she says.

You both lean back and look away. You bring you hand up to your mouth and graze your bottom lip. Roger’s licking his mouth as his face is bright red. Ellie has a sweet look on her face as Alex just frowns. Roger looks to you and you both let out a breathy laugh.

“Shall we get going?” asks your mom, turning around to sling her arm around yours.

You all begin walking out of the airport. You’re breathless as Roger stands next to you. You never imagined yourself doing that in this moment, let alone lifetime. The kiss was sweet and gentle, nothing serious about it…

Right?

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shijiujun · 5 years ago

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History3: Fanmeeting in Seoul on 24 Aug!

WHY DO THEY KEEP DOING THIS TO ME?!!! I both love and hate this because firstly they keep making the fanmeets so damn accessible like literally I know exactly where the building is and how it looks like because I go to Seoul so frequently and asjkfklkflkadkjadjkd (and yes, I do remember my aftermath post but wow they are making it so difficult!!!!) And also part of me is really, really happy that they’re so popular even overseas now?!

I can just imagine them going for Korean food and if Xiao Yi and Chen Chen are going to host the event with a translator - I BET THERE WILL BE A VARIETY SHOW SEGMENT AFTER THE EVENT AS WELL like the segment Chris and Jake did for Hong Kong which means more footage for us!!!! AND ALSO we have Kenny who’s in love with Korea and can speak pretty okay Korean so that’s nice for Chris, Jake and Andy - you can imagine Kenny helping the three of them around and omgahhh love it (although, Jake may have to rush back to TW for his filming schedule if he’s that busy)

Anyway, the four of them look SO HANDSOME in this poster (so now we know what the photoshoot where Kenny was standing on a block to be at the same height as the other three was for - it is for the Seoul fanmeeting + my guess is that it’ll be for the signed poster)

What we know so far:

Ticketing is a little bit different than usual - I checked out the Naver site and you can’t buy the tickets directly from the site, you need to leave a specified comment in the forum post’s comments section on July 11, 8-9pm and then they’ll contact you directly or something like that to pay for the ticket and if you successfully got the ticket

It looks like there are only 282 tickets for this event (I’M SO GLAD!!!! They can have a nice, relaxing session with the fans and don’t have to be too tired with the hi-five situation and they can prolly do more fun games as well!)

Each ticket costs 170,000 won (which is about $170USD - if you want to compare, I paid about $80USD for my ticket for the Taipei fanmeeting)

Tickets will be distributed on the day itself 2 hours before the event

Because it looks like there are lesser fans and seats this time, every fan gets to

Hi-five

Signed poster confirmed

And the site says the group photo is 1:4 - which I think means that each fan gets to take photo with all of them alone (jfc not making it any easier for me seriously)

Okay to cope I suppose I will do a masterpost of all the fanmeets that’ve happened so far (and where to find content) and also for those that are upcoming to take my mind off this FOMO - But a first comment is, wow Korea, did you guys have to revolutionise the ticketing process seriously - bank transfers and on-site ticketing collection?!!! Which era are we living in?!!!

I bet all of you that there are going to be A GAZILLION fans from China trying to get to this fanmeet in Seoul because it’s so close and flight tickets aren’t too expensive, even if this time the fan meet tickets are more expensive than any of the previous fanmeets + also Jake’s fan base is really huge in China and the Chinese fans were a little upset that he wouldn’t be turning up at the upcoming Chengdu fanmeet (but also there’s still the fanmeet in Taichung after the one in Chengdu but if fans have already been to Taipei who wouldn’t want to make a holiday out of the Seoul trip right HAHAHA) PLUS THE PROMISE OF A 1:4 PHOTO?!! AND A SMALL FAN MEETING?! WHERE YOU GET MORE ATTENTION?!!

I assume that the Japanese fans will be trying to get tickets here as well due to proximity and of course the Taiwanese/Japanese fan club leaders (some of them are really awesome btw) - It’s going to be quite interesting to see the tickets being sold out!! Haven’t really seen many Korean fans actually but I love that the four of them are so popular everywhere!!!!

But more importantly: Fandoms in Korea and the act of fangirling is a SPORT in Korea like after being in the SJ fandom for so long, some Korean fans are literally the best - Their photos are unbelievably good and they’re super organised and it’s a total experience

And yes part of me is like... a little mind blown - Chris, Jake, Andy and Kenny are the nicest people ever and it does make u wanna go see them again but no, stebeee will not do it, stebeee has no more money and is tired (am i really) BUT IT’S KOREAAAAA it reminds me of my SJ days when we’d go to the airport to wait for them to come out and stuff like that I think if any of you are going and went to the airport to wait for them to arrive you’d definitely see them and up close jfc

#history 3: 圈套 #history3圈套 #history3: trapped #history3: trap #history 3: trapped #history3 fanmeet #history fanmeet #seoul fanmeet #chris wu #andy bian #kenny chen #jake hsu #trapped news desk

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shownuslaugh · 5 years ago

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Monkey See

Series: EVE au

Pairing: EVE/SJ; EVE/Astria

2019

“UNNIE!” Eve bounds toward SJ, face pink and flushed with exertion. “UNNIEEEEEE!”

SJ steadies the younger girl when she almost barrels into SJ’s body. “Eve, what’s the matter?”

“I- I saw...” Eve doubles over, hands on her knees as she pants. “Oh, holy shit, I’m out of shape. Ugh, it burns.”

“Your chest?”

“My eyes!”

“What?” SJ giggles as she rubs Eve’s back gently. “Girl, what are you even talking about?”

“When were you going to tell me Top has a girlfriend?”

“That’s not really your business, Eve.” SJ has to hide the pleased tone of her voice. Seems like Top finally made things official with Astria. Good. It’s been a long time coming.

“Well it’s about to be your business,” Eve mutters. “Literally. They’re doing it in your office.”

“What!”

Eve’s eyes go wide as she watches SJ storm off towards her office, yelling something that sounds like ‘can’t ever keep his dick in his pants around her’, but Eve can’t really be certain. The dramatics of it all is a little hilarious though. Even if Eve feels a little bad for starting it.

“Excuse me?”

Eve turns around when someone taps her shoulder only for her mind to go completely blank as her eyes meet Astria’s.

“You’re Astria,” Eve blurts. A large smile stretches across her face. “From Winner. Oh my God, it’s so nice to meet you! I’ve been a huge fan since you’re debut and I’ve gone to so many concerts! You’re amazing on stage! My boyfriend’s bias is Jinu but I actually adore you! Are you here to see SJ? I know you two are friends.” She pauses in her tirade with a small gasp. “Are you joining VIP Entertainment? Are we going to be company sisters?!”

Astria can’t help but laugh at the younger girl’s enthusiasm. “You’re Eve, right? You were incredible on SNL and even better on Hello Counselor.”

To herself (or at least what she thinks is herself) Eve whispers, “fuck she knows who I am.”

“Is SJ around?” Astria can’t deny the kid is adorable. All starry eyed and happy energy.

“Oh! Yeah! She went to go pry Top off some girl in her office!” Eve’s voice drops to a conspiratorial whisper. “I think he has a secret girlfriend.”

Astria visibly pales and Eve tries to backtrack. “I could be wrong though! I only saw a second. Maybe he was giving her the Heimlich... or CPR... or- oh! You’re leaving. Okay. It was nice meeting you!”

Without anyone around her, Eve is a little lost. She could stroll around a bit, take in the sights of the building, but that would bore her to death. She could call Sangmin? He offered to give her vocal lessons with SJ’s permission when she was on Knowing Brothers. He’s probably working though. Plus, Eve keeps forgetting to bring it up with SJ anyway. She could call her boyfriend but she knows for a fact he’s working. What with preparing for a comeback... or whatever it is they’re calling it now. Eve really has no idea and neither does anyone else really.

Just as Eve is about to give up and go work on some new material for the stand up special she’s working towards, Astria comes walking back down the hallway. Eve wants to stop her and talk but there’s a haunted look in the other girl’s eyes. A look Eve’s never seen before. It sends a chill straight down her spine.

“Are you okay?” Dumb question. Eve knows it even as it’s coming out of her mouth, but she can’t stop it. Word vomit. “There’s some orange juice in our kitchen. I know that always makes me feel better.”

Astria shakes her head. “No thank you.”

Part of Eve really wants to know what happened between Astria, SJ, and Top. The other part of her knows it’s not her business and she shouldn’t ask.

“Umm... listen, I know we don’t know each other or whatever, but, like, you’re a really cool person and things are gonna work out for you.” Eve rubs her forearm. A nervous habit. “No one’s worth getting that bent out of shape for.”

Something seems to click with Astria. Her shoulders straighten and there’s a little light coming back to her eyes. “You’re absolutely right, Eve. Thank you.”

“Oh, yeah, any time!”

“I really hope your boyfriend is a good man.”

“Well, I don’t know if I’d call him a man exactly, but yeah, he’s a great guy.” Eve smiles dreamily. “I think he’s kinda perfect. His eyes are to die for and he’s got the softest hair. His laugh is annoying but in a really cute way, ya know? Plus, he’s just a really sweet dude and-” She cuts herself off. There’s no way Astria wants to hear all this right now.

Astria, for her part, smiles softly at Eve. “I’m glad he’s so good to you.”

“You deserve someone like him too.” Eve nods as if her word is law. “And you’ll get it one day soon. I know you will.”

“Have a good rest of your day, Eve.”

When Astria walks out the front door, Eve dashes off to find SJ. She looks in every room (not that there’s an excessive amount), every closet (again, the number doesn’t require more than one hand), before settling outside SJ’s office. She starts to knock, but stops herself when she registers the argument going on inside.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Seunghyun!” SJ rages. “After all the trouble she’s caused us, caused our family! You just bring her back?!”

“She’s changed-”

“She’s manipulating you! And what about Astria, huh? You just toss her out like yesterday’s trash?”

“Astria can do better than me.” Top sighs heavily, the low sound reverberating around in Eve’s chest. “She deserves better than me.”

“You know what... do whatever the fuck you want. I’m sick of warning you against her. I thought you’d have some sense by now but I’m clearly wrong. But Seunghyun?”

“What?”

“If you ever, and I mean ever, bring her around here again that’s it. I’ll fucking end her before she even looks in Eve’s direction. I should go after her now for even breathing in the same room as Astria.”

“Always protective of your girls.”

Eve hears a little bitterness in his voice and her stomach turns.

“Oh, don’t even.” SJ makes an annoyed sound. “I’m protective of everyone I love and that includes you. I’m just annoyed you’re being a dumb ass.”

“Watch it,” he warns her.

“Seunghyun, just... just be careful, okay? I hate that you’re doing this but if I can’t stop you I’m at least going to stick around so I can have your back.”

“I’ll see you later, kid.” There’s the sound of a quick kiss- like he gave her a peck on the cheek- and the door opens. Eve jumps back like a kid caught with her hand in the cookie jar, gasping loudly. Top looks at Eve with curiosity before nodding at her and leaving.

“Eve,” SJ calls her into the office. When Eve walks in looking like a kicked puppy SJ opens her arms, petting Eve’s hair when she falls into the hug. “I know you were listening, but for everyone’s sake you need to forget what you heard, okay? It could have repercussions you aren’t ready for if you get involved.”

“But aren’t I involved already? I’m the one who told you. This is all my fault. I didn’t want you and Top to fight because I opened my big mouth.”

“No, sweetie, this isn’t your fault and I don’t want you thinking that way. All this started long before you came on the scene. Let me worry about all this. Don’t get involved.”

Eve nods. “Okay. Oh, SJ? Can we invite Astria out with us for lunch one day? I think she needs a friend.”

SJ chuckles. “Of course we can, kid.”

#kpop fanfic #kpop au #kpop oc #eve au

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swannsjack · 6 years ago

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I still can't wrap my head around the fact that of all people in Hollywood, people decided to hate Johnny Depp. That man had gone his entire career with good reputation. Everyone that'd ever known him said the nicest things about him.

but then one day this person comes up with some seriously suspicious allegations with suspicious circumstances (arrested for dv herself, only asking for a divorce at first, sending a damn extortion letter, and making allegations just days after his mother's death, avoiding deposition three times! to name just few from the very long list) and all goes to hell. His entire previous life is forgotten. like it didn't exist. all that exists are unproven allegations.

“Johnny is one of the nicest people that I know—to the extent where it’s almost heartbreaking how kind he is"

Y'all really think he just woke up one day as he was nearing his 50s and became an abuser? everytime an abuser is revealed, it doesn't come as surprise. even if she were to be his first physical "victim" it would still not be a shocker. there are always signs. always something that makes you look back and see things in a new light, maybe not casual acquaintances, but definitely people that had spent with them more time. yet, Depp's exes spoke up in his defense. people who know him personally, even staff at events, they all have said that's just not him. but especially his exes are the most important. he would absolutely have a history of questionable behavior. but he doesn’t. oh sorry, I forgot he chased away paparazzi after politely asking them to leave his family alone and they didn’t. what a jerk, protecting his family from vultures, ugh. and don’t tell me “can’t know what happens behind closed doors” Vanessa Paradis lived with him for over a decade and she sent a handwritten note defending him. and no, she did not do it for the kids. where is the logic in that? if their father was abusive, don’t you think she would make sure her kids are safe from him, protect them from him, instead of defending him?!

yet they all said he's gentle, kind, caring. I saw two of his less famous ex girlfriends tweet about him last year, not about the allegations, just posting or commenting some pictures of them together. there have been people speaking up, saying he was the victim (people now question why he hadn't come out early with his allegations against her, but you fail to realize that he would have, he didn't sell his stuff to tabloids for all of you to see (I know, the audacity!) unlike her, but he was ready to do it properly through the court of law, but the case was dropped with prejudice (!), a NDA signed and he was never given the chance to clear his name, he even says in the new lawsuit that he was going to challenge the RO before they reached an agreement (+ his evidence list does have a photo of himself from december 2015 and while we do not what the photo is about, there’s a pretty compelling argument to be made that she injuried him that month - watch this video at about 14th minute) but there have been people saying it. saying she lied and there were no bruises, including TWO POLICE OFFICERS, at least one of them being a woman (so that's two female officers of the law speaking out against Heard - first being the one that arrested her for assaulting her then girlfriend/wife) yes, there are new witnesses saying the same but a lawyer that lived in the building said Heard was seen without make up and no bruises even back in 2016! that's not news, the same person also tweeted something about helping the real victim...

Johnny's friends all had agreed she treated him badly but they were too afraid to tell him that, said they watched her:

"f*ck with him at his weakest, or at his weakest from being f*cked with"

how do things like that not make people take a step back and consider that maybe, it's not the hundreds of people defending him that are trash? that he didn't pay all of them to lie (and how interesting to now have witnesses saying Heard asked them to “help” her by lying for her, that she said she had contacts in PEOPLE magazine, how interesting that all the things people accused Depp of, were actually something Heard did). he is willingly going back to court. he has invited her to show up at the court if she wishes to, “we are looking forward to that [her] evidence” his lawyer said.

why can't you just consider that it's the one shady person that is the piece of sh*t. a person who's "witnesses" are two of her friends who lived in Depp's home rent free. witnesses whose stories kept changing or didn't match her own. Even Heard kept changing things. At some point it was said she made a decision not to file a police report. later she said her LAWYER advised her not to file it (??? im sorry what? what lawyer would give that advice if something truly had happend?) and so many other things. honestly, how does that not make you suspicious?

and then we have the video, the video people think is proof that he abused her, even saying "there's a video of him hitting her, throwing glass at her blah blah blah" when he does NO SUCH THING. go watch it, I dare you to show me where exactly does any of that happen. all that happens in the video is that he's upset, but he's trying to ignore her. she keeps making it about herself despite the fact that he tells her it's not about her. and he slams some cupboards shut and throws a glass into the sink or something. damn I'm glad no one has filmed me when I was being abusive, by slamming the door behind me or throwing something a little harder than necessary when upset. no one does that unless they abuse their loved ones. still, Depp's not one of the smartest guys, is he. he sees his "victim" filming him while he "abuses" her and doesn't think to delete the video. sad

believe women is all nice and good, but not at all cost, not when there’s all that evidence against her. and what about all the women defending him? the list is pretty long, including JK Rowling who you've been bullying despite the fact that it was implied that she knows things that weren't made public at the time (and there's absolutely no excuse whatsoever for the bullying Johnny's daughter received for defending her father, you wanna pretend you don't support abuse? don't f*cking bully children) what about the female officers, one that witnessed Amber Heard assaulting her then partner, and the other who saw no bruises, no redness, no swelling on her face, no property damage, no disturbance (which Heard claimed was there) whatsoever?

who made the choice that, in all of this, Heard is the only woman to be believed?

not every case is the same. some people are truly guilty, but some are not. false allegations happen. and Depp was never found guilty, the restraining order request (a reminder that's all the case was about) was dropped WITH PREJUDICE. Another fun fact, the money she got was for the divorce, she got no compensation for the “abuse” as people like to say. they were married, when divorce happens, there is money involved, allegations or not, surely people know that. And guess what, being the abuser that he is *not, for some reason he did not have a prenup. funny isn’t it? one of the richest, most famous actors in the world, and he marries his “victim” without a prenup.

And let's not forget that according to the new documents in the Sun lawsuit it says she admitted to causing him multiple serious injuries. Oh yes, sure, she was just defending herself from her "bigger, stronger husband" as she said, because that's a perfectly natural way to phrase it. sure doesn't sound like a rehearsed manipulative bullsh*t to force you to picture this big bad MAN and the helpless fragile woman.

oh my God there's so much more to say. so much not only disproving her lies, but also showing she abused him, but it’s been said before and my venting is pointless, but I'm just so sick of people hating on a victim.

everytime those ignorant haters call him derogatory terms, make fun of his looks, or his social anxiety - which causes him to speak slower and stammer (which he's had his entire life but even more so now, while evil people were making fun of him at the tCoG premiere for having a hard time getting his point cross, saying he was high or drunk, I WAS FREAKING PROUD OF HIM for even standing up there in front of all those people, after two years of getting unfair hate and backlash against his casting in said movie) - it makes me sick.

Absolutely sick that this has been done to one of the most genuinely nice people in the hellhole that is Hollywood (”he doesn’t belong in show business, he belongs somewhere better” SJ. Parker). it feels like I'm in an alternative universe where it's all backwards.

I truly want to hope that things can turn around and people will hold the real perpetrator accountable for what she's done. But then I see the foolish hate, the lies (so many crazy, disgusting lies made about him by vile nobodies on the internet just to support the "bad guy" image when everything else fails and they have nothing but lies), the twisting of facts and truths, the misguided, ignorant support of Heard because she's a woman, and she had a pretty wig in Aquaman or whatever, and it feels hopeless again.

But he deserves better. Johnny Depp deserves better. And this may be too long and pointless, because who cares what I have to say, but I just had to vent, at least for my own good, because it’s been so frustrating.

Johnny Depp was a victim. He deserved love and support. Instead he got hate and bullying. Will people apologize and admit their mistake? No. Most will not.

But Johnny Depp deserves better.

#amber heard #johnny depp

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