#also why is the deep dark Like That. i didnt realise we had an actual horror update.

[bengallemon]

pov: you need to get up

[miss-1ng]

btw, this was written and never finished i just thought i should post it cause why not! oh yes also crimson flower route spoilers i guess though major canon divergence too. I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO ADD THE READ MORE THING SO HERE WE ARE SORRY

She hears a scream.

So naturally, she reacts to it.

Reacting to something has taken so long before.

Flames whipping towards her faster than she can acknowledge them has never been such a prolonging experience. It feels like hours. It’s only been seconds.

She stretches her arms wide as she shoves Byleth out of the way.

The woman barely stumbles, just falls flat onto her back, and stares up at her with wide eyes. Wide eyes rapidly filling with tears.

She’s only ever seen Byleth cry once. It was that day, that one horrible day with the incident with Monica no, Kronya, where her father had taken his last breath to a dagger.

In the numb roaring from her ears, she wonders why exactly Byleth is crying.

The second heat licks her bare skin she realises what she’s done.

Edelgard’s throat feels tight. Too tight.

It was funny in a way. Funny in a bitter, cruel way. The esteemed Emperor of Adrestia, who has survived many wars, prevailed in hundreds of battles, toughened through blows from swords, spears, axes and bows, you name it, can’t survive flames so seemingly easy to avoid.

Something presses against her heart. It takes her seconds to realise it’s a hand. A soft shaking hand. She sees Byleth’s mouth move but no words seem to come out.

The roars in her ears shatter along with the surroundings.

“That was unimpressive.”

The voice startles Edelgard awake, and she’s unable to hold in the flinch when she’s greeted with darkness only pierced by a small green light.

Edelgard takes a staggering step forward. Her stomach hurdles when she glances beneath her feet, only to see pitch black darkness.

The strange voice continues. “At least I came to your rescue, even if you did interrupt my sleep.” A yawn. “Okay, come on over. How bad is everything? How far back do we need to go?”

“Who are you?” Edelgard demands. Her voice wavers but she tries to keep her voice strong.

A figure steps into the limelight, wearing an intricate dress of blues, reds and white. Long green hair swishes over a small and slim frame, though it doesn’t seem like it’s weighing the person down like it should.

“Oh, you must have hit your head.” She mock laughs. “Ha. Ha. Ha.” She claps slowly with each word. Green eyes lock with Edelgard’s. She blinks. “Oh.” She blinks again, then frowns. “You’re not Byleth.”

“Byleth?” Edelgard’s voice comes out in a growl, a shaky growl, but a growl no less. She glares at the girl in front of her. “Wh-what have you done to her?”

The girl looks affronted. Her eyebrows draw upward, and her jaw falls slightly agape. “Are you accusing me of doing something to Byleth?” she demands in a snappish tone. “Because all I have done is saved her. Many times.”

“But then-” Her voice cracks. “-then where is she?”

Her eyes sting with tears.

The girl sighs. She sits down on a throne which was non-existent until seconds ago, pulling her knees to her chest. “I don’t know.”

And here comes the tummel of questions making a ruckus in Edelgard’s head.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” she cries, feeling tears streak down her cheeks. “What-what do you mean? Where is she? Where am I? Who are you? What-”

“Woah, woah, woah, when I say I don’t know…” The girl inhales sharply. “It means I actually don’t know. I have no idea where Byleth is. But we are-” She glances around. “Somewhere. But my name is Sothis.”

Something in Edelgard snaps. “Sothis?” she growls. “You’re the-the proclaimed ‘Goddess’?”

The girl – Sothis – pinches the bridge of her nose. “Oh, so you’re the girl Byleth yammers on non-stop about.”

She pauses. “What?”

“Byleth has told me about you. About how your goal to eliminate the church, therefore eliminating all belief in the Goddess, AKA me.” She pauses before adding “She’s also spoken very highly of you. You’re important to her.”

Her throat clenches. She feels tears well in her eyes.

She’s important to me too.

“Is that so?” Sothis tuts, pursing her lips.

Edelgard flinches. She takes a wary step back “I said nothing,” she says, even if it’s more like she’s convincing herself than Sothis.

Sothis laughs. She actually laughs, even though it’s more of a delighted giggle. “Oh, you have so much to learn!” She’s wearing a carefree smile, nothing like her sleepy, disoriented gaze from only seconds ago.

“Where are we?” Edelgard repeats. She’s slowly gaining her bearings. “What happened?”

Sothis groans, dragging a hand down her face. “You died,” Sothis tells her. “You died against that dragon by protecting Byleth.”

The reality hits her like a slap to the face. It stings. “I… died?”

“Are you really this thick-skulled?” the Goddess snaps, slapping her hands down on the sides of the throne, to which a resounding smack echoes through the dark area. “You died. You’re dead. Dead. Dead. Dead! Yet I have no idea why you’re here now and Byleth isn’t.”

“Byleth’s… has she come here? Byleth knows you.”

The look Sothis sends her is terrifying, even without words to accompany it.

Byleth.

Her eyes sting again, though she makes no move to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

“You seem to not know much,” Sothis muses. “Would you like a reminder of the battle?”

Before Edelgard can say a word, Sothis clicks her fingers and Edelgard is staggering through a road with flaming buildings on either side.

She stares ahead, vision blurring as she tries to make sense of this situation. Her back presses against the wall without her knowledge and she feels something squeeze her hand.

Dorothea looks down at her, smiling nervously, yet she’s still smiling. Her hand holds Edelgard’s, and she squeezes it once more. “This’ll be fine,” she murmurs. It’s almost like she’s trying to convince herself more than she’s trying to convince Edelgard.

She doesn’t recall this from the battle. She doesn’t recall walking down these paths, ever the same despite the minor differences. She doesn’t recall Dorothea clutching her hand, because no, Byleth was the one clutching hers as they sliced through their enemies and approached Rhea.

A squeaky “Y-yes, it will” slips out of her mouth.

Dorothea walks a few steps forward and Edelgard follows and holds a bow out, squinting at the Demonic Beast snarling at nothing in particular.

The thing is she’s using a bow. She doesn’t even think she’s touched one before.

Empty red eyes suddenly lock with hers and she feels herself flinch and yelp. The arrow flings out of her grip, barely skimming the Demonic Beast’s scales.

The Demonic Beast stomps forward, whipping it’s tale back and forth when Dorothea lunges in front and blasts a Thoron at it.

The creature takes the blow, and Edelgard uses that as a chance to use her bow again.

Why am I using a bow?

That question remains unanswered as she launches another arrow at it. This time it hit’s the Demonic Beast’s forehead. She feels euphoric for a little moment. Almost smiles. Doesn’t. Especially as it’s tail swings around, so fast neither of them can avoid it and knocks Dorothea over some broken picket fences to some Church Soldiers and Edelgard into a crumbling building.

A brick falls and slams against her arm.

The bow snaps into pieces. The brick crushes her arm. Edelgard screams, something so shrill it can’t possibly belong to her.

“Bernie!” Dorothea cries. Edelgard freezes questioning the name of her ally, her friend before another brick clatters down, landing inches away from her face. While her head whips to Edelgard, a spear pierces through her stomach and her head lolls back, blood spitting out of her mouth. “B…ern…”

Dorothea. Edelgard cries out, though by the looks of it Bernadetta is too. Dorothea gone. Dorothea who didn’t care about anyone’s differences. Dorothea who treated every member of the Black Eagles as equals. Dorothea who comforted everyone in times of need. Dorothea who was a beautiful, beloved, and kind-hearted soul who did not deserve to fight in a war she didn’t even belong in.

“What will you do, when the war is finished?” Edelgard had asked one particularly sunny day whilst the two were having tea.

Dorothea had smiled, green eyes full of something so sweet it warmed Edelgard’s heart. It was always a pleasure to see her friend, so awfully affected by war, smiling so happily. “I’d like to return to the opera, I guess,” she had replied, her lips quirking up. “Though I’ll see where my life takes me.”

Her body goes limp.

Another two bricks fall down, and Edelgard’s vision turns dark before she wakes up again nearby Caspar and Lysithea, the two shielding her and fending off the opposing soldiers.

In the distance she can see Catherine, holding Thunderbrand out and staring down at the three with an amused grin tugging at her lips. The sight is sickening. Edelgard holds her hands out, fixing up a gash on Caspar’s upper arm while he takes a breather against the enemies. The wound slowly fixes itself up.

Lysithea uses a Dark Spikes.

Then Caspar goes back to swinging his axe.

Stunned, Edelgard feels herself stare at her hands. She’d never learnt healing spells before. …Why did she know them now?

Catherine runs forward to the three of them suddenly, when Lysithea finishes off the last Church soldier in the area they’re in.

Caspar barely avoids the hit. Lysithea makes a noise slightly resembling the squeak of a mouse (Mice, running around her while she’s caged in her cell) and Edelgard finds herself slowly backing onto a healing tile.

Catherine and Caspar are fighting, newly donned gauntlets against a heroes relic. Lysithea from behind blasts spell after spell at Catherine, obviously exhausted but the girl is not letting up. Edelgard admires her for that. She’s always admired Lysithea, and her relentlessness to not let her younger age get the best of her.

She’s damn powerful as well.

Everything seems to be good. Everything seems to be fine.

Edelgard takes a deep breath in. Then everything goes to hell.

Caspar gets stabbed in the arm with Thunderbrand. He cries out, staggering back and losing his focus on Catherine. Edelgard cries out too, reaching out to try and use Psychic but it’s no use since Caspar gets stabbed again and again.

A scream of rage comes from Lysithea, and just before she finishes the final blow, the young woman uses a critical Dark Spikes which hits Catherine with perfect accuracy. The knight falls down. Thunderbrand falls out of her hand.

“Caspar,” Edelgard finds herself sobbing, though her voice isn’t actually hers. She sounds like Linhardt. “Caspar, please, Cas-”

A hand touches Edelgard’s (Linhardt, she reminds herself, not that it will do much) and Caspar looks up, smiling dumbly. “I got to fight her,” he croaks. “I…I won too.”

Blood pours from his wounds, the stabs scattered around his body. Edelgard feels the sudden urge to throw up. She holds the bile in. Tears are streaming down her face as she clutches Caspar’s body, pulling him to her chest.

“Caspar…” she repeats, not that her words will do much. “Cas-aspar, I-”

“Shh, Lin.” He reaches up to press a finger against her lips, silencing her. He opens his mouth to speak but his eyes suddenly stare at her unblinkingly. He’s limp in her hold.

“Linhardt…” Lysithea starts to say, reaching forward but Edelgard stands up, still gripping onto Caspar despite how much her arms are trembling under his weight.

She sobs and hates how raw she (Linhardt) sounds right now. Linhardt shouldn’t deserve this. Linhardt who already had so many struggles piled upon the other. Linhardt who needs Caspar, and Caspar who needed Linhardt.

It hurts even more now that she realises the real reason Caspar wasn’t there when Linhardt and Lysithea met up with them, only to meet their immediate downfall after stumbling dazedly too close to Rhea.

Her vision twists and she’s now stumbling along with Hubert, stabbing at each enemy who crosses them with her lance. Behind her she sees Petra, struggling with another Demonic Beast, despite each blast Hubert hits it with.

A claw slices her chest open, and she screams, the sound resonating through Fhirdiad.

She turns back, launching her horse towards the Demonic Beast and digging his lance into a small spot of bare skin where the scales of it didn’t cover.

The Demonic Beast makes a ghastly sound before falling to it’s end.

“Ferdinand!” Hubert yells. “What are you-”

His words are silenced so quickly it’s deafening. His mouth falls agape as a lance finds it’s way through his middle.

Edelgard cries out his name. She sounds so heartbroken it makes her want to burst into tears all over again. Hubert deserved more.

No, she thinks with clenched teeth as she directs her horse towards Hubert’s attacker. They all deserved more. So much more than being swept up by me into this godawful war.

She hates herself for this. She’s never hated herself so much before.

She ends up stabbing at Hubert’s attacker, stabbing again and again until her vision is blurred with blood, sweat and tears. Blood, sweat and tears. Fitting, if not for the situation. Fitting if not for the-

Everything goes black. Once more.

Edelgard opens her eyes to darkness. She’s kneeling on the floor, sobbing, and wailing as the images of her allies, her friends getting murdered in front of her.

“Oh don’t cry,” Sothis soothes, but her sympathy doesn’t seem like real sympathy. “There’s nothing you can do about it now.”

Edelgard staggers up, swaying on her feet, and wipes the tears from her face. She glares angrily at Sothis. But her next words come out in a quiet whisper.

“What happened to Byleth?”

Byleth, who I need, and who I love.

Sothis pauses. Silence hangs in the room like the tension, and it’s only broken when she replies in a broken little whisper “I don’t know.”

Mint green eyes matching mint green hair.

A small smile barely noticeable but still there.

Deadpanning whenever Edelgard makes a joke.

Hugging her, hugging them. Comforting them all.

Her obsession with fishing she never seemed to get over.

Her love for fish that could rival Flayn’s.

Her scream, haunting Edelgard for five years.

“This is going to be a problem,” Sothis mutters. “Your thoughts are solely Byleth-centric. Is there anything else that goes in that strange little mind of yours?” She waves her hand in Edelgard’s general direction in emphasis.

“How long must I stay here for?” Edelgard sighs.

There’s a brighter glint in Sothis’ eyes. Her lips quirk up. “Not too much longer as it seems!” she exclaims, clapping her hands together and standing up. The action reminds Edelgard of when she was a child. Young. Carefree. Innocent.

Oblivious to the blatant cruelness the world harboured.

“El…” A whisper. “El, I know I’m bad with words, but I need you to know you can talk to me.”

Hands clutching hers. A squeeze. Locking eyes.

“My teacher, I…” Averting gaze. Letting go of warm hands. “Now is not the time.”

“It’s always the time if you need help.”

A smile, an obvious façade that doesn’t sell as well as Claude’s ones did. Trembling fingers. Warmth dispersing from memory.

“I am fine. Though I thank you, for taking the time to see if I am okay. I appreciate it.”

Why didn’t she just hold on a little longer?

how was that y’all? hope it wasn’t too long and angsty hahaha

[kvgehiras]

can i request sleepover hcs with trickstar (separate)? i feel like they would be so much fun to be with... the new shuffle unit really woke up my inner trickstarP 🥺 (hope it's not too much to request all 😭)

HELLO !!! nd no it's ok !!!! it took me some time bcs i didnt . rlly know how to start out hokuto's part BUT IT'S DONE NOW !!!!!!! (also i hope u meant it in a setting where y/n nd the members r in a relationship (separately ofc) bcs that's how i wrote it so ye) hope yall like it ~

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

AKEHOSHI SUBARU

• he probably brought up the idea while u were accompanying him on a walk w daikichi

• u were talking abt how u brought these glow-in-the-dark stickers nd they remind u of him

• "it would b so nice if u could see it omg!!! but .... it's the best when u watch it right before u go to sleep.....nd ur probably busy :(("

• "????? LETS HAVE A SLEEPOVER THEN!!!!!!! W ALL THE SPARKLE SPARKLE STARS!!!! AAAAA IT WOULD LOOK SO PRETTY!!!!!!!!"

• nd ur just like :0 bcs u cant believe this dumbass . he has a live to perform in day after tomorrow but he's gonna have a sleepover........what

• "dw abt my live !!!!!!! ill tell hokke nd the others that i can't come today but i'll practice extra hard tomorrow !! they'll understand dw (*・∀-)☆"

• they didn't.....actually...but he cut the call on hokuto before they could get him to attend so uh-

• "anyways!!!!!!!! ^^^^^^"

• yall bring daikichi over too. it's not even a question daikichi is literally yalls child at this point but anyways

• he probably looks for board games for a good hour or two while u get some food for daikichi nd then get some food for subaru nd urself

• (he doesn't find it)

• u peek at the doorframe bcs for a while u keep feeling like someone has been watching u for a while now nd then boom . u see the other baby (read : subaru . main baby is daikichi, ofc!) pouting at u

• u laugh nd wipe ur hands on ur apron before ruffling his hair nd he goes

• "i can't find the board games :((((( y/n :(((((("

• surprise guessing game : whos the actual puppy? akehoshi subaru or his actual dog daikichi??????? it remains a mystery

• anyways u help him look for them nd after u hand him over the thing u get food for the both of u nd force him to eat atleast a bite bcs this bitch is too busy trying to win against u in snakes & ladders 😭😭😭

• "subaru.....pls....the food is getting cold....."

• "no i Know im gonna win!!! the sparkly stars r my good luck!!!! i know it!!!!!!"

• he.... doesn't win .....for the 5th time....

• so manz just gives up, noms all the sandwiches visible (aka his portion bcs u alrdy finished urs an hour ago JDJDKDN)

• nd then sleeps, still sulking

• yes it ends up in u guys cuddling under the glowy stars

• nd subaru thinks that mayb losing against u isn't that bad after all (´꒳`)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

HIDAKA HOKUTO

• unlike subaru, this was actually a planned one

• u both had homework to do, u especially had a test tomorrow nd subaru just ditched the rest of trickstar to go hang out w someone else instead of their practice so ┐(´∀｀)┌

• hokuto appears at ur doorstep around 6:30pm, as discussed earlier

• "right on time!!!!!! so true hokke (´∀`)ｂ"

• he chuckles a lil as he closes the door behind him nd takes off his shoes

• "(y/n) u keep sounding like that masked pervert whenever u say smthg like that pls"

• u laugh it off nd then get him to the living room, where u two get ur books out nd then start studying

• hokuto asks if uve studied any material before to which u quietly reply no nd hokuto just goes

• "oh, that's ok… i think it will be good practice for me too if i taught u all this, right? so let's start, hm?"

• HOKKEEEEEEE ๐·°(৹˃̵﹏˂̵৹)°·๐

• sasuga hokuto kyun!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

• anyways !! u guys (finally) start studying now!

• except…..except ur alrdy falling asleep……

• hokuto doesn't even realise this till he looks over to his shoulder bcs wow it suddenly feels heavy! wonder why!

• nd then boom ur face is an inch away from his

• poor hokuto his face gets all red and his ears r burning nd when he realises that ur sleeping he just . freezes

• doesnt even move fucking muscle

• mentally too manz just checks out NDNDNDJDJKS

• BUT IN HIS DEFENCE WHEN HE CAME TO UR PLACE HE DIDNY EXPECT THIS!!!!!!! HE EXPECTED TO STUDY ND THEN GO HOME YK!!!!!!

• poor guy he can feel how hard his heart is beating nd hes praying that u dont hear it nd wake up

• thank goodness ur a heavy sleeper……..nothing, nd i mean not even if boulder is dropped on u, can wake u up

• sasuga…..y/n……?

• anyways !!!!!

• u wake up at like . 2 or 3 am nd u find hokuto just closing his eyes shut, cheeks still bright red nd. WHYS HE SO CLOSE-

• o u fell asleep on his shoulder lol-

• U FELL ASLEEP?????

• u jerk back up nd apologise a million times for falling asleep even tho hes so desperately trying to teach u nd hokuto just tries to hard to explain that it's ok !!!!!!! (bcs he actually kinda . liked it . aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAA)

• after much thought u guys just decided to go to sleep bcs ur too tired anyways so it's not like u would retain this info anyways

• nd it was a good decision bcs after waking up in the morning nd going thru his notes instead u actually aced the test !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! so true y/n !!!!!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

YUUKI MAKOTO

• this one….. it's like . neither planned or accidental?????

• it just happened????? yk?????

• he called u suddenly in the evening bcs he went to this new game shop that opened near his place right

• nd hes just like !!!!!!! y/n!!!!!!! uve got to check this game out !!!!!!

• nd so u go to his place to play the game nd u see that he just has everything prepared so u get the snacks that u got for both of u on a plate nd get some juice from his fridge nd start playing the game

• nd the game is rlly good !!!!!

• from the graphics to the boss music, makoto rlly knows ur taste

• (he blushes nd thanks u all flustered too hehe)

• nd after switching consoles nd playing the game for over 3 hrs, yes it's a pretty huge game, u finally reach the boss battle!!!!

• nd this . this scares u

• uve seen ppl on the net say that this battle will absolutely End u . periodt

• u never rlly understood why but holy shit u now do

• uve been trying to win against this bitch for AN HOUR at this point . why cant he just die

• poor makoto is just cheering u on in the bg bcs u refuse to let him help

• "y/n….(;´Д`)...... it's ok bb…...i'll finish this up for u…. it's like 4am we have class tomorrow- wait no it's actually today-"

• "makoto No u always help me in games let me finally win smthg for u !!!!!!"

• nd u point at his forehead nd poke it several times as u make ur point

• "ill win for u !!!!! ok!!!!! this stupid boss can never be as strong as my love for u !!!!!! (*｀へ´*) 彡3"

• nd hes just . looking at u all worried but he . he trusts u . so he lets u do it urself

• yes u lost even more times nd cried a lil out of frustration

• so at one point, instead of directly helping u, he just starts giving u directions nd at this point ur too tired nd exhausted to say anything so u just follow him

• (u also have ur head on his lap nd hes combing thru ur hair nd looking down at u like :') lmao what a lovebird)

• but when u actually beat the boss, finally, nd the screen says "win!" in huge yellow letters ur eyes go O.O

• nd u jump out of his lap, while he's still spaced out, combing ur hair nd hug him v tightly

• nd hes like ????? huh ???? wh wh wh ?????????

• nd u explain that u finally won nd u guys just rejoice lol

• then immediately fall asleep. both of u

• (u guys were late to school next day . sigh)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

ISARA MAO

• unlike the other three, this man was actually dragged to ur place

• why? u might ask

• WELL THIS DUMB RAT IS BURNT OUT !!!!!! HE DOES TOO MUCH WORK ND HE DOESNT REALISE IT !!!!!!!!!!

• so after u guys r done w school, nd when u check in w his fam too that hes gonna stay at ur place (nd also that he has almost no work today, ofc) u drag him to an arcade nd hes like ???

• "today is a rest day!!!!!! so no work at all!!!!!!"

• u said this while pouting a bit so mao mostly thought u were joking

• but even after going to the arcade, going to the shopping mall nd getting snacks, going to the fast food place u guys visit alot nd getting food from there, his brain doesnt catch on that ur indeed not joking

• until it's been 3 hours at ur place, ur having the dinner that u guys had bought from the fast food place while watching a random movie that was airing on some channel that his brain suddenly went

• 'i know they were saying that this is a rest day nd ur not allowed to work probably as a joke but bro…. i dont think it's a joke anymore'

• this is so sad f in the chat for mao lol

• but also he doesnt bring it up bcs ur forcing him to watch musicals w u (some of ur favs) nd he... actyally likes it?

• he hasn't felt so ….relaxed in a very long time now that he thinks abt it

• nd he has to thank u for it yk

• nd so after the musical marathon ends, as he thanks u, he kind of just goes on a rant yk

• abt how he's feeling

• he never expected for this to happen but u tell him it's ok yk

• nd while he shouldn't burden himself w so much work, ur always open to listen to his thoughts, opinions, random bs, anything !!!!!!

• for hours u guys just have a very deep talk abt how guys have been doing nd mao feels like hes so so glad that u did smthg like this for him

• yall also go to bed early bcs mao alrdy has a bad sleeping schedule (so let's not make it worse!!!!)

• nd in conclusion, it was a v good day! now yall do this whenever either of u r feeling down or get burnt out lol

[the-artist-rae]

Trolls 4 au idea

Edit: i just realised theres already a thistle (who apparently s real name is Dennis??) so i gotta rename my character 😭

So basically im writing a mock script for a trolls 4. I want to write one for trolls 3 but .... I WANT BROBBY CHILDREN, so here we are. Basically in my au, poppy and branch have a set of twins. A girl named Aster who is bright blue with pinkish purple undertones and a boy named Thistle. But, theyre shocked and suprized to find out thistle comes out of his bright purple egg, grey!

A time skip happens and a argument between him and his father causes branch to loose some of his colors.

The argument is set up like:

Branch finds his son in his pod sitting in darkness.

Branch- so ya like it dark, huh?

Thistle- yeah, so what of it.

Branch-Nothing i just was wondering if u wanted to-

Thistle- I dont.

Branch- look i just want you to be happy and find your true colors...

Thistle- sounds like you just want me to be like Aster!

Branch- Now hey now, i didnt say that! Ive been in your place before and i know how you feel, and i dont want someone i care and love to feel that way!

Thistle- You dont know what i feel! All you want me to be is the same happy annoying and insane troll... Just like everyone else!

Branch- Hey, No-

Thistle- I HATE YOU!

Thistle stops for a moment and looks at his father to see his skin darken, widening his eyes. He gets angry at himself and runs away.

Thistle runs to his friend Fern in hope of him knowing a way to get his true colors in hope itll reverse the color loss on branch. Fern tells thistle of a guardian troll of purity who live in a mountain who can give him his colors. Thistle tells his parents that hes going to travel and see aunt Barb, and they go on their adventure!

On the first day they run into a rock/classical troll who lives in the Forrest by herself because her parents are deceased and she had no idea there was other people (basically a tarzan situation but she knows how to talk and has basic understanding of most things) ... The situation is, Thistle and Fern stop to make camp, roasting marshmallows. And out of nowhere a arrow zings right in front of Thistle's face! Him and Fern crowd together to see a dark figure come out of a bush and she says "Who are you?" In a somewhat demanding tone. And they shiver in fear " We're just travelers!! Please dont hurt us!!". She sighs and and chuckles," Oh, i thought you were here to hurt ME!".... This all comes to a conversation that Fern leads and that she'll join them cuz she knows her way around the Forrest.

In the background through out the story, villain trolls are introduced into the story who gave Fern the map and everything about the purity troll who can grant only one trolls wish. And throughout the movie they follow the gang and get caught into their hijinks.

Having Button (the female troll) in the mix has gotten Thistle to come out of his shell and he slowly starts getting happier and sings throughout the movie.

When they finally reach the mountain they come to a cave with paintings and rural architecture. At the end of the cave is a clearing with a waterfall. The waterfall spreads to find a troll pure of white and glowing in a deep sleep in a coven.

The villain characters seep out of the darkness with evil laughter. " Nice job Fern you got us where we need to"

The rest of the gang gasps and gets tied up.

"Well take it from here". Turns out, the purity trolls was sleeping on a gem. And the gem was the wish granting miracle not the troll. They grab the gem and head to troll village where they plan using the gem to destroy it.

Thistle and button get into an argument over whether they should try to save the village. He believes its too late to save anyone. Button unties herself with and arrow tip that was seeping out of her back pack. And says," Well , i do!". She unties Thistle and makes her way out of the cave.

Thistle sits there and sings a song thinking about his family and Button which gives him the courage to start running also.

He makes it to the village before the fern and his crew. And runs straight to his mom and warns her of whats happening. Before he can explain she starts off saying how he looks so different and brighter and why hes back early. After he explains, she tells branch of whats happening and puts everyone in the bunker. The villains make it to the village and one says, " well isnt this a nice beaut, its about to get a whole lot MESSIER!".

Fern is shocked to hear their plans of wrecking the village, he just wanted to be the new ruler in a world where trolls respected him. They tie him up. And the villain crowd together to think of the exact words on how to word out the wish. The leader gets up and points the gem outward "alright get ready for my wish to destroy the village" and at this second and arrow hits the gem and falls down the hill they were standing on and lands into the village. She and the villains start running to gem. Alas, branch grabs it. Poppy stands beside him. "Not today!". The villains look at him and scoff. "You think we were the only ones?". They gasp and turn around to find villainous trolls surrounding them. They fidget before the leader says " dont even think about saying no" and two trolls come out holding button. Thistle, who had been sitting on the side lines murmurs to himself," no this cant happen! No, no,no..!!" And starts running and startles the villains grabbing the gem. Suprizing everyone. Branch says," Son.... Dont..!".

Thistle looks at him with scrunched eyebrows,"i have to." The leader says with a slight panicked voice,"i wouldnt do that boy...!"

Thistle whispers to the gem ," i wish for this gem to be destroyed" . the gem floats into the air, shining brighter than anything they've ever seen and deteriorates into glitter falling to the ground. The light from the gem had flushed through the crowd causing them to have a slight amnesia and questioning "hey,why are we here?".

The trolls in the bunker come out celebrating. Buttons runs to Thistle and hugs him and he hugs back. Poppy and branch run to him. Saying things things like ,"what were u thinking you couldve got hurt?!". Thistle looks into his fathers eyes and replies," Because, i love you.". His parents both look back at him shocked. And slowly but surely from top to bottom his true colors fill in. A bright purple pink. His parents exclaim in happiness and branchs colors get brighter as well. They get excited,hugging and laughing and crying. Thistle points out Button who had wondered a little father to give him space with his parents and brings her into the hug. In which poppy winces," ughhh whats that smell???" And button moves to the side chuckling nervously. "Uhhh... Shes been homeless for awhile give her a break." And chuckles.

The purity troll comes out flowing from the sky to everyone saying how she thanks Thistle for awakening her from her slumber by destroying the gem and continues ,"Ive been asleep for sometime, now lets paRTY!!".

Then theirs the end song where everyone sings. The purity comes up to Thistle and aster and gives them crowns of flowers and robes. Everyone cheers. And we fade to black with a circle transition popping up of fern tide up, " Uhhh hey guys anyone here??? Can someone please tell me whats going on??!!!" And the screen goes black showing the rest of the credits.

These are just the main points. Of course Aster is more involved in the story. I just didnt wanna type all that down cuz i have a big phone and small hands haha.

But as for my trolls 3 au ... Its basically the generic set up of branch trying to propose to poppy throughout the film...and id like to add a backstory of his parents and them not actually being dead and survived escaping the bergins.

But anyways here are some of my character designs!!

Soundtrack ideas-

Aster design i havent yet finalised so yeahhhh but i plan on her having two ponytails!

[juyeoniemyhoney]

can this morning never end

Namjoon is the most beautiful human being to ever walk the earth. It is natural that you have a crush on him. You expect that eventually, your feelings will die out but then, you find yourself squealing uncontrollably outside of the library that you and Namjoon had agreed to meet at for your pair-work assignment. You have always watched Namjoon from afar. It surprises you when you find out that Namjoon has been observing you too. Well, there’s a first for everything. 

-pairing: Kim Namjoon x reader

-genre: FLUFF, a lil bit of angst, high school/secondary school au (where i live high school is called secondary school;-;)

-warnings: vulgarities, pretty self-depreciating writing if im gonna be honest so be weary, Namjoon is a little bit of a simp for oc in this one, the ending is lowkey shit rip im sorry

-word count: 3208 words

-A/N: hi hi im back, this time with a Namjoon fic. i havent been writing a lot because im so preoccupied with my exams. in all honesty, i shouldnt be writing at all but i have absolutely no sense of self control, so i wrote this. it’s not my best but i really like how joon’s so soft in this so i decided to post it anyway. don’t be afraid to tell me how you liked (or didnt like) this imagine! and requests are open! hope you enjoy this one:)

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As you approach the entrance of the library, your heart starts beating a mile a minute.

You stall outside the automatic sliding doors, mind racing with a million scenarios. You freak out a little and silently squeal, earning you disapproving frowns and judging eyes from passers-by. But you don't care. You've waited a whole week for today.

A week ago, during English class, you were busy writing instead of paying attention, as usual, when your teacher had given the class the assignment to write a scenario, of any genre but it had to contain the writer's techniques she had taught in class. And she made the whole class pair up. You, too lost in the world of fanfiction, had not been listening and frankly, you didn't really care, passing her words off as just more homework.

The next thing you knew, Kim Namjoon had turned around in his chair, calling your name in that deep, gravelly voice. At the sound of his voice, your head immediately shot up, eyes wide in surprise.

"Do you want to partner up?" he had asked, lips slinging into an easy grin, eyes curling up and that goddamned dimple making itself made known on his left cheek. He patiently waited for your answer, eyes periodically glancing down to your desk that was in disarray, pieces of paper containing your words messily covering every corner of your desk. You pray that he didn't catch a peep of your (admittedly) cringeworthy fanfic as you tried to subtly gather the papers before he could read too much.

"Um, partner up for what?" you questioned, confused, head tilting ever so slightly to the right in question, brows furrowed in misunderstanding. He mirrored your actions and your heart had unwontedly skipped a beat. A beat of silence passed, "For the assignment?"

Before you could ask what assignment?, your teacher had interrupted your conversation with a satisfied clap and a smile. "Alright, I assume you have all found your partners. I'll give you time to work on your assignment right now. Remember that planning is the most important stage of writing. Do approach me if you have any questions."

Namjoon had turned back to you with a wry grin that looked a tad bit awkward, saying, "Well, I guess we're partners now."

Which is how you find yourself freaking the fuck out in front of a library on a Saturday morning, mind racing with different, absurd scenarios and outcomes of this meeting. You decide to take another minute to compose yourself.

You wouldn't say that you like Namjoon per se. You just think he is the most handsome man to walk on this godforsaken planet. But seriously, that man is far too beautiful to be real. From the first time you met him til now, you have no doubt that that man is a celestial being, gifted to the world from the gods, purely to cleanse the eyes of us, mere mortals. To make matters worse, he is smart too; of a wisdom thousands of years beyond his age. You still can't believe you've had the god-given opportunity to meet someone like him.

Okay so, maybe you kind of like him a lot, more than you let on, but you're not really sure if you like him because he's Namjoon or if it's because you are lovelorn, touch deprived, or both.

You reckon it has taken more than a minute to compose yourself because by the time you snap out of your daze, you are five minutes late when you had actually arrived five minutes earlier than the agreed timing. You sigh and finally walk through the doors that welcome you into the cooling library, cold blasts from the air conditioning cooling down the fierce blush that had taken refuge on your cheeks.

You immediately proceed to find a seat but Namjoon texts you, telling you that he's already a step ahead of you, having secured a seat in a room with tables on the second floor.

When you reach the second floor, and make your way towards the rooms, you can see Namjoon through the glass walls, sitting down and silently reading a book as he waits for you. The closer you draw to the room, the faster your heart pounds in your chest. The sound is deafening and distracting and you don't even realise how fast you had walked until you are finally knocking on the glass door, sending Namjoon a small smile when he looks up at you.

"Hi, Y/N," he greets, smile widening into a grin so wide that it hides his eyes. Your heart stops but you hide it with a small smile as you settle down your things and yourself opposite him.

"So, what genre did you want to write about," he asks as you take a pen and a piece of paper out from your bag. You freeze when your brain registers his sentence. "The assignment is to write a story?"

Namjoon stares at you wordlessly for a while, speechless that it's been a week and you still don't know what the fucking assignment is. You, however, have no idea that he is thinking about how stupid you are and happily stare back at him, taking in his mono lidded, almond-shaped eyes and the dark brown of his irises. His nose bridge is straight and the tip of his nose is a little flat, like a koala. You have never wanted to boop a nose so bad in your entire life.

"Yeah, that's the assignment," he responds patiently, giving you a gentle smile. You can't help but feel that it seems a little tight and forced, like he is regretting asking you be his partner, and regretting that he didn't have enough time to reconsider. You ignore the feeling of dejection that slowly bubbles up inside of you.

"I thought that it'd be easiest to write romance since you're so well versed in that.". You freeze. Time seems to have stopped and your ears refuse to register the rest of what Namjoon is saying, tuning everything out but your deafening thoughts. You have to remind yourself to breathe.

"You know that I write?" you interrupt Namjoon. He stops and fixes you a look of confusion, like it is so obvious that you write. It's not that you've been trying to keep it a secret. The thing is, for most of your stories, Namjoon is the main male character. In most of your stories, you have described every single part of him in excruciating detail, his eyes and lips especially. When your friends had first read your stories with Namjoon as the male protagonist, they had caught on quickly, almost immediately asking you if you were describing Namjoon because of how well you had described him. A bad feeling washes over you.

"Yeah, you're always scribbling away during English so I got curious and asked a few of your classmates," he responds, flashing you another lopsided smile. If this were any other situation, your heart would have been absolutely eliminated because of that smile but in this situation, all you can think about is if he's read any of your work. Because if he has, you're done for.

"What did my classmates say?" you question hesitantly, still deciding if you want to know his answer.

"Well they said that you've been writing since forever. They also said that a lot of people know that you write. Oh, and they also said that you had some published works so I went to check them out—" Namjoon's voice fades out as he continues to talk.

This is it.

It's the end of your social life. Namjoon is going to tell his loud ass group of friends that you write stalker-esque stories about him and then one of his friends is going to accidentally tell their girlfriend and then the girlfriend is going to spread it across the school and you'll be known as the loser who writes creepy stalker stories about Namjoon—

"It was amazing," you hear Namjoon say in between your mild quarter-life crisis. You pause and look him square in the eye. You want to come off as serious but you falter slightly when Namjoon stares back at you, irises a whirlpool of dark brown and glittering fascination, a swirling vortex that draws you in with a vicious intent of drowning.

"Yes?" Namjoon questions you after a beat of silence passes. You want to ask him if he knows that he is reading about himself but you stop yourself. "You like my stories?" you ask instead, feeling a tad bit shy now that you've realised that Namjoon likes what you write about him.

He lets out a small laugh, "Is it that hard to believe that I like what you write?"

"I was just surprised." He flashes you another wide grin and there it is, those cursed dimples show themselves again, grinning tauntingly at you and your heart commits the highest act of treason when it starts to beat faster. You gulp.

"You shouldn't be surprised. It was really good. I really liked it when you described the male character. It felt like I was looking at him myself. That's why I asked you to be my partner. I'm sure with your talents, we can get a really good mark on this assignment."

Your heart thuds a little faster when Namjoon tells you that his favourite part was reading about how you described him. But it falls to your stomach when he tells you that he picked you solely for your supposed talents. You don't know why, but a part of you had thought that maybe Namjoon wanted to get to know you better, and was using this assignment as an excuse. You thought that it was finally happening, someone you like has finally noticed you. But it looks like you thought wrong.

"Thank you," you say meekly, flashing him a half-hearted smile that you're sure he notices from the way he stiffens. "So, you said that you thought that romance would be a good genre, but what do you want to write about?"

Namjoon is silent for a while, lips pursed in ponder. You wait patiently for his answer.

"Well, I thought that I'd wanted to write romance too," he answers flashing you an awkward smile. The silence that follows is palpable and suddenly, you feel so very exhausted. "Well then, that's settled. Now we just have to think of a situation."

"How about this one?" Namjoon asks immediately after you finish your sentence. He says it rather suddenly and it startles you a little. You can't help but hear a certain extent of desperation in this voice. He wants to get this over with, you tell yourself.

"How do you mean?"

"Kinda like us now," he starts but stops to think about what to say next. You remain silent. "We should just write about us but make it a love story. For example, the two main characters are supposed to do a project together so they meet at a library," he pauses to gesture to the shelves surrounding the both of you.

"Then they start working on the project and they start talking. Then, somehow, the boy confesses to her. And the girl tells him she's always felt the same way. We can come up with how he confesses since I myself haven't come up with that yet," he continues, softening the last part of his sentence into a mumble that you barely hear, but still do. You pause. What the fuck?

"What did you say? I didn't hear you," you ask against your better judgement, curiosity getting the best of you. "Huh? Oh, it was nothing."

A furious blush begins to spread on the apples of Namjoon's cheeks, and for some reason, your body begins to mirror him, heart pumping hot blood to the blood vessels that lay beneath the skin of your cheeks. Namjoon shyly directs his gaze to his lap, dark brown bangs, the colour of his eyes, coming down in luxurious curls and waves to hide his eyes. You can't help but think that you like to see Namjoon like this; soft and shy and vulnerable because he is usually so confident and suave. It feels like he is showing a new side of himself to you, like he is peeling back the layers of masks and personas he has built until he is left raw and natural, allowing you to see everything that he is. The thought of that leaves you feeling winded because it is exactly what you want. And suddenly, you don't feel bashful or shy because of his words. Instead, you are determined, hellbent on making something out of this and you hope with your whole being that it is a relationship.

You are about to say something, to question him, bombard him until he is spilling his feelings in fumbled words and sentences of desperation and want, clawing at you until you too, are raw and vulnerable. But he beats you to it, speaking in a soft, hushed tone, as if you are a stern silence that he is afraid of interrupting.

"I think you're amazing, Y/N. What do you think of me?"

He stares meekly at his lap, too afraid to even spare you a glance. You remain silent, building his desperation like you are some professional flirt. In all honesty, you really just want to tell him you like him too but you're just so scared. The evidence that he at least feels something for you is right in front of you and yet your brain rejects it like a vending machine rejects a bill, walls built far too high and thick that words are no longer enough to convince you. He has to show you. And you think he knows that too.

Namjoon's head shoots up to stare you in the eyes, a new found determination and confidence burning in his eyes. The way the light finds his dark brown irises makes your heart do a million somersaults. They light up and turn into a golden brown you can't help but compare to a sweet, caramel syrup that coats your tongue in golden, sugary gratification. You swallow so hard, you feel the sides of your throat rub together painfully. 

"I think you're freaking amazing, Y/N. Every time I look at you, I always want to make myself better. For you. I want to become the best version of myself in hopes that it'll satisfy you and garner your attention. And I really like that you do what makes you happy. I absolutely love it when you write in English because you're always so focused and serious, plus, you make that really cute face when you're concentrating and it always makes my heart beat a little faster and it makes me hate that I sit in front of you because I have to keep finding stupid reasons to turn around just to look at you and I just think you're the most amazing, admirable, lovable person ever," Namjoon lets out. His words are rushed and desperate and you melt like goddamn candle wax.

"I'm— Wow, I'm— thank you, Namjoon. That really means a lot to me," you stutter, not really knowing what to say at first but finding your words soon enough. "Oh, and I feel the same way," you add, somehow missing the main point of your response. It doesn't matter anyway. He knows now. That's all that matters.

"Wait, really?"

You let out a laugh. "Yeah, Namjoon. Is it that hard to believe that I like you too?" you reply, a homage to your previous conversation.

Namjoon smiles a small smile, then it widens, and widens, and widens, until he is flashing you a blinding grin that could outright beat the glare of sunlight. "You said that you like me," he points out, eyes shining.

It is your turn to blush in embarrassment, cheeks feeling hot as you begin to sink into yourself, hair falling from behind your shoulders to hopefully make itself useful as a curtain to shield your red face from Namjoon. Something in Namjoon's chest begins to splinter at the sight. He is so very tempted to pull out his phone and snap a picture of you but he holds himself back at the thought that he is positive he has many more chances to do so. His ribs nearly break in half because of how hard his heart beats.

"It's a good thing that I like you too," he says gently, smile now gentle instead of blinding. "Also, we have a plot now!" he exclaims in excitement as he slides the pen and paper closer to himself, ready to start on your assignment.

"Wait."

"Yeah?"

"So, we're, are we? You know... Um, dating now?"

Namjoon's eyes widen in horror and he deflates himself, a disappointed frown pulling his eyebrows together at the centre and turning the corners of his lips down. "Shit, I'm sorry I didn't ask— I just assumed—" he cuts himself off, clearing his throat dramatically.

"Y/N, will you be my girlfriend?" he asks. Somehow, he still feels nervous even though he knows that you answer is a resounding, "Yes, I would love to be your girlfriend."

Namjoon lets out the breath he didn't even know he was holding and it comes out in a relieved sigh. "Thank God because if not our story would have a horrible ending," Namjoon comments, picking the pen back up and clicking it open.

"Let's write that," you cut in before he can say anything else. "Write a sad love story?"

Namjoon is going to tell you no, to completely disapprove of your idea because writing a sad love story is one thing but writing a sad love story that will be handed up to your teacher for her to grade is another thing. But then, he sees your eyes glisten in determination and he dispels his thoughts immediately, folding into himself like a goddamn lawn chair. He can't believe he was just about to say no to you. What the fuck is wrong with him?

"Please? I'm better at writing angst. Plus, we have a happy ending and that's all that matters," you press, trying to convince him. You don't have a real reason other than the fact that you write angst better. You also don't really know why you want to write angst right now when you feel as if you could fly. But it doesn't matter. None of it matters anymore. Namjoon is your's now. 

Namjoon flashes you a dimpled smile, eyes curling up and glittering with mirth and unadulterated belief in you. You can't help but think that you want him to never stop smiling like that, looking at you like you are some sort of celestial being, hailed from the sky solely to bring him every sort of merriment known to mankind and the heavens. The thought of him thinking of you like that scares you, because you are always afraid of not being enough. But Namjoon diminishes all of your worries with a short sentence, manhandling them by the throat and shoving them off a cliff.

"Okay, I believe in you."

[ohoshi]

i’m ready to sue tumblr ngl. i knew tumblr would pull this shit so i had everything written in notes before so i’m just copying pasting it again cidjxn

HELUURRR IM SORRY IM SO LATE TO REPLY I GOT CAUGHT UP WITH,,, life

GDA ONE OF THEIR BEST PERFORMANCES WITHOUT DOUBT. minghao solo? like woooooo *inaudible screams*

people forgetting svt has loyal fan base is literally so annoying like just cause we don’t fight and shit why do you forget us. I hate when people sleep on svt. like they didn’t work their ass of for 10 years just for them to forget how much svt sets standards in kpop in all aspects. music? variety? producing? vocal? dance? SYNCHRONISATION?

REMEMBER THAT SOONHOON TIKTOK FOR BICYCLE????!!!!

i love dark concepts definitely esp for music my taste is really rock, ballad, r&b and inde rock. so my music taste goes really well with dark concepts basically but i really love concepts like fallin flower and henggarae; warm and pretty ones.

i mean i can’t just pick one fjdjxn THEIR MUSIC IS INCREDIBLE <3 the shots for your choice is really beautiful. i bought it and damn the photo of hoshi smiling is my favourite photo in all album <33 my sweet 10:10 boy.

I DIDNT REALISE I CHOSE ONE FROM ALL THREE UNITS FJRJX. okay so these days mister wonu and seungkwan are just 🥰🥰🥰 to me . BUT IF I GO ON ABOUT THESE THREE PLS THIS ALREADY SO LONG BUT ALLOW ME.

OKAY SO COUPS !!!!!! OUR LEADER !! i absolutely adore how caring and loving he is to other members and just how his leadership skills are so good. something about men who are soft authoritative (?) and reliable is so attractive. not to mention he’s such a good rapper and vocalist. i am really attracted to his deep yet soft vocals but then when he raps it’s SO RAW LIKE SET ME ON FIRE PLS. also i absolutely adore how whiny and sulky he gets and how tiny and cute he is with members,,, who’s the hyung again?

Woozi, my man. my actual ideal man. i do relate to him in a lot of ways and we do have similar mbti. i have immense respect for people who can make music and play instruments cause that’s something i have ALWAYS wanted to do and jihoon making music is so attractive to me. He’s so TALENTED!! what can’t he do? god really said i’ll make a man so perfect . he’s so effortlessly funny, adorable and talented. he’s so fun,, like he always has some story up his sleeve about members and just roasts them. and when he throws his head back and laughs !!! his laugh is so contagious like sir ? do you know what you’re doing to me? he’s so hardworking. I love how jihoon is very open and hyper in gose for a while <3

Chan!! LEE DINO!!!! URI ACE. PERFECT . that man is just perfect. i love dino’s dance style A LOT. the way he always used his whole body and more feet work but with isolation is just really <33 it’s so powerful to me. and his voice !!! both for vocal and rap,,, so beautiful and honey like. AND CAN I JUST GO ON ABOUT HIS CHOREOGRAPHIES CAUSE HELLO? THEYRE SO GOOD AND HES SO YOUNG. like HE CHOREOGRAPHED FLOWER AT THE AGE OF 18!!!! i WAS STRUGGLING TO ORGANISE MY NOTES AT THE AGE OF 18! And pls he’s so savage. ngl this red dino for your choice brought him to the top of my bias list.

i do tend to like little heavy voices (?) since i’m really sensitive to high pitch and shrill voices due to my migraine that’s why i tend to listen to more bg that ggs. Dreamcatcher’s music REALLY suits my taste and their voices are so unique and like deep. Except for like a proper carat i would only call myself a n.fia . i am major kband trash (i hope that doesn’t give me away)

shinee me beloved <3 truly the original trendsetters. i love shinee too but i would call myself a causal stan! I like to keep up as much but i don’t really?

sadly i haven’t been to any concert :((

i was going to make a playlist as per the third week theme but it will give away my name fnrjdj. Okay so !! Your favourite concept and fanchant? have been to any concert or interacted w svt irl? OOO FAVOURITE JAPANESE TRACK? Fav title track?

- cloud anon ☁️

OHHH ANON THERE WAS A MISUNDERSTANDING LOLOL as a surprise to no one but i did get this ask and i replied to it here

does searching for 'cloud anon ☁️' on my blog not work for you? it's easier to keep track of my replies that way since i do post a lot jsgaakhsjs

sorry for the inconvenience! 😔

[shesawriter39049]

|THE PLUG| M| JIMIN |4

SMUT/ANGST

**For this first time, Jimin’s “lifestyle” clashes with yours...what happens when work makes him miss one of the most monumental moments in your career!? **

-JIMIN’S YOUR PLUG…AND HE’S KIDNA BECOMING YOUR MANS!

1.2 K sneak peek-

Jimin’s whipped and in his feels and so is the OC

Jimin’s still fucking perfect though...and a freak..but we all know this!

Things are starting to get just as much angsty as sexy…and the OC’s lowkey freaking out a little....

SLIGHT daddy kink, mentioned twice

PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Jimin couldn't hide the smile on his face if he wanted too, grinning from ear to ear as he watched you sway in his direction. Suddenly the nervousness he felt flooding through his body the entire drive over here disappeared, all that mattered in this moment was you. “Fuck..” Swept past his lips almost breathless as he pulled his blacked out aviators off hanging them in the neckline of his black V-neck.  The sun and the slight breeze was damn sure working in your favor, giving Jimin his own little runway show so it seemed. In his eyes you always looked good…”cute and fuckable” in his words, but due to your work schedules and obviously your previous arrangement which was essentially a booty call! It was rare he got to see you all dolled up like this, in your heels, hair and makeup done, skin tight midi dress that clung to every curve that Jimin’s committed to memory. Sitting on the hood of his challenger in the parking lot, distressed dark wash jeans that gave you no choice but to stare at those sinfully thick thighs of his! The minute you were in arms length he grabbed you, pulling your body into his which you fit like a glove, spreading his legs just enough to trap you in between them. Nuzzling your nose in the crook of his neck, a sigh of contentment leaving both of your lips at the contact. Giving yourself a moment to take in the scent of his cologne mixed with his natural aroma which you loved a little too much, even for your own liking! Hands slowly soothing up his back only to get tangled in his thick mane of hair, raking your nails down the nape.

“Hi baby…” Rolled off his tongue and into you hair, physically able to hear the smile in his voice, palms soothing up your ass, gently kenading his fingers into your skin through the fabric of your dress “God, I love how you feel…so soft and just...mine...mmm” A low moan fell from your lips at that, instantly feeling almost lightheaded. The things this man could do to you, hands coming up to find their home on your waist, not trusting himself where they currently sat!  Leaving a couple kisses up the side of his neck, pulling back to admire the faint outline from your lipgloss, the sun accentuating the gold reflexes from the glitter. Bringing your forhead up to rest against his, lashes touching in the procces, you look too damn tempting right now, espeically considring the two of you were outside of your work, but fuck. The idea of bending you over the hood of his car sounds painfully appealing, leaning down to let his lips capture yours nothing subtle about it Jimin kissed you with force. His tongue clashing clashing against yours, volleying it against his teasingly as if you’d really fight him for dominance, A growl leaving his lips once he realises too, pulling back to sink his teeth into your bottom lip, hand coming up to make firm contact with our ass until you knead out into his mouth. Soothing his palm over your cheek, which made you ultimately give in,Jimin moaned once given free reign of your mouth. Suddenly switching up the pace, his actions becoming more delicate as he tangled his fingers in your hair.

“Soooo...there's a reason I asked you to meet me for lunch…”

Smiling against his lips before pulling away, a slight hum leaving his lips as he cocked his head to the side, brow quirked in curiously. Rubbing slow soothing circles up your sides “ I found out it was confirmed almost 2 weeks ago….but things  between us were still so new, and up in the air,so I didnt wanna make things weird by brining it up right away...” Palming your hands up his shoulders nervously,unintentionally fluttering your eyes away from him until you felt his index finger flick your chin. Silently demanding your undivided attention, and clearly you weren’t one to deny Jimin of any of his desires!

God your face was so damn hot, why were you so nervous for this!? It’s a GOOD thing Y/N breathe ..”Babbyy…” Slipplied from his lips catiously “Are youuuu like...preg-” Jimin didint even let the word fully slip past his tonuge before you were almost ready to fight!

“NO! GOD NO! That’s the last thing I need right now” Just the thought of it alone had your blood presure rising, eyes almost bucking out of there sockets which only had Jimin cackling. At least he found this humerous....heart damn near thumping out of your chest!

“Well shit, if it’s not that it can’t be that deep, your a big girl...I know you prefer to swallow but spit it out…” Gazing back at you with the cheekiest grin on his lips, reaching up to playfully pinch his nipple, alright maybe it wasn’t so playful. And neather was the hiss that left his throat, so damn sinful! A second away from saying fuck lunch and just dropping to your knees! Since that wasn’t an option you despertly tried to pretend as if you didnt hear the whine that just rolled off his tonuge!

“Oh fuck you! Okay, Okay, well... I have my first official show ...as in it’s booked, sponsered, the full nine” Nose scrunching in tentatively, not quite sure how he’ll react or if he’ll even care but you should no better, this is Jimin were talking about here!

This man's face lit up immediately, those big puppy dog eyes of his gazing down at you with nothing but fondness “Oh my god baby!!!” Squeezing you into his arms, kissing you hard enough to knock the wind out of you before picking you up. Twirling you around in his arms ”I’m so damn proud of you…” Something about hearing Jimin say that you a second away from tears...you didn't have family around to say it so he was the closest thing you’d had in years. The first person in lords knows when to mean enough to you to make that phrase hold weight!

“Thank you..” Exhaled from your body shakingly, the grip you help around his waist tightened. As if he could read your mind Jimin switched gears,  wanting to pull you out of that headspace. Ducking down to kiss up the side of your neck in between words.

“Soo you know this means I’m coming over tonight , and were having realy ,really kinky sex right? All night...high,nasty,sex! I’m talking like, on top of your dining room table next to the carry out..spread wide open on your fucking stairs. However and wherever I want you , I’m having you, daddy’s in full control, I know how much my baby can reallyyy take” Jimin was litterally moaning in your ear, and ya what know, dick sounds more appealing than food right now! “Fuck,and your gonna take it, over and over again until you know how proud I am... god I’m gonna fuck you soo damn good!” Sinking his teeth into the patch of skin behind your ear since he knew your hair would cover the mark he was currently leaving behind “..bescause you deserve it...” 

“Mmm,that a promise?” Brow quirked slightly purposely challenging him, as you nibbled on the side of his ear, words coming out breathier than intended..

“Damn right it is, you already know how long I last when I’m high, I just can’t wait to see how long baby last before she's begging daddy to tap out...” A low whine leaving your throat, reclining your neck to give his tongue more access.

“But wait...”Pulling back suddenly, clearly perplexed, and considering the current conversation so where you “Whyyyy... were you nervous to tell me about that??Baby it’s what you’ve been waiting for” Mhhmm, It’s what you've been working towards since  you got your promotion 8 months ago!

“Umm..well…” There the nerves go again “I also wanted to invite you, as my date....I-I’m not trying to rush things and introduce you as my man but. I just, I don’t know, I really want you there, and not just hiding in the damn corner somewhere…I wanted you by my side...if your comfortable with that”  fidgeting with the rings on your fingers slightly, feeling like complete puddy in his grasp, suddenly questioning if you were 17 again!

Jimin’s damn near melted at that, eyes beaming, the smile that spread across his face instantly eliminated any uncertainty you had prior!  He’s been the one up with you as of late, at all hours of the night, just chillin on the couch. Smoking while your creating,editing, destroying, having mental breakdowns..the full nine!

Pulling your forward lightly by the chain around your neck, leaning in for one more lingering kiss before responding. “That’s why you were nervous?! Are you fucking serious Y/n of course, I’d go!” Tone indicating he was actually somewhat offended that you thought otherwise. “I’d be more pissed if I wasn’t at least invited...when is it?”

“Monnnn-day???” Tone hopefully, maybe too hopeful especially  once you took in the look on Jimin’s face looking like someone just stole his damn bike! “What-what's..wrong?” You are very tentative at this point...almost scared to know the answer.

A deep exhale left his body at that, recling his neck slightly, raking his fingers though his hair “I-fuck...I was going to tell you at lunch, that I gotta leave tomorrow morning...” Pausing to read your body language , your mouth forming an unintentional “O” not sure what else to say! “I’m, not set to be back until...  Tuesday….” Slowly dropping his gaze away from ours, Jimin literally felt naesous right now. Your body tensing under his hold and what made it even worse is he could feel it “Baby I’m so-”

“No, no it’s cool, it was supid anyway, were not even official yet so I can't be offended that you can’t go..you have a job too...I understand” Bullshit, nothing but bullshit, not even sounding remotely convincing as your voice wavered in your throat, like a leaf in the wind. “I-umm..I should probably get inside and prep-” Attempting to pull away but Jimin was always one step ahead of you.

“You still haven’t even eaten lu-”

“It’s fine, I’ll like grab grub hub or something..” Still trying to pull away, is it maybe because your eyes were bruning and even though you weren’t “Official” you felt like you’d just been knocked in the gut and wanted to cry?

“Okay...can I atleast pay for it?” Tone a second away from almost begging, of all the times for Jay to come around..it just fucking HAD to be now!!?

“No, no, Jimin it’s fine you don’t need to do that...I’ll ummm, call you when  I get off okay??” Pulling away without a hug or a kiss, and more importantly you didn't make eye contact with him and that hurt more than anything else.

“Y/n!?”- Silence

“Baby!!?” - You could hear the slight plea within his voice but if you turned around he’d see you cry and you weren’t doing that! You told him you could handle this..you told yourself you could handle this!

“Fuck!” Growled from his chest as he raked his fingers through his scalp almost painfully hard.

Jimin knew he warned you, warned you that this wouldn’t alway’s fun, and you’d have to take the good with the bad! But fuck, did he warn himself!!!? Because he literally felt as though he was a second away from throwing up right now! The look on your face once he told you he wouldn't be here was burning through his mind on instant replay, as you walked away from him.

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THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW, IF YOUR EXCITED SHOW ME SOME LOVE AND COME LEMME KNOW…

ALSO ….21Q’S PART 2 WILL COME BEFORE THIS..BUT I WROTE THIS RIGHT AFTER PART 3...SOOOO...I WANTED TO GET THIS SNEAK PEEK UP FOR NOW....IT WILL BE A COUPLE WEEKS BEFORE PART 4!

LOVE YOU GUYS AS ALWAYS,

ROCKI

MASTERLIST

[homme-brella]

aesthetic themed ask list

It’s friday night i’m by myself listening to music in my bed in the dark and i told all my friends to leave me alone but i don’t feel like journaling properly so i’m just going to do this as an exercise lol. Found this list in my drafts of my old account i made for my ex.. oh how times have changed since 2015. 

flower crown: when did you last sing to yourself? just now i guess?

fairy lights: if a crystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want to know? who killed jonbenet ramsey???

daisies: what is the greatest accomplishment of your life? i don’t feel like i’ve accomplished much - actually got stuck on this question during a job interview (i didnt get the job lol) probably... finding my current job and seeing an actual path for my future for once.

1975: what is the first happy memory that comes to mind, recent or otherwise? telling my friends how much i love them saturday night.

matte: if you knew that in one year you would die suddenly, would you change anything about the way you are now living? drop out of cpa, quit my job, travel the world and send cards back home to my friends to remember me by.

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things? no bucket list... i just wanna travel the world...

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail. she reminds me that people aren’t perfect, that sometimes you shouldn’t be selfish, that there are more people who have opinions than i’d like.

moodboard: do you feel you had a happy childhood? it didn’t get bad until jr high / high school i don’t think i can complain.

stars: when did you last cry in front of another person? sunday night.

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them. jessica. she loves the stars as much as i love her.

converse: would you ever have a deep conversation with a stranger and open up to them? no i can barely do that with my friends.

lace: when was your last 3am conversation with someone, and who were they to you? i guess it was 5-6am when we talked. cass is a dear friend of mine. 

handwriting: if you were about to die, and you could only say one more sentence to one person, what would you say and to whom? i’d tell Ron “stand tall, stupid”

cactus: what is your opinion on brown eyes? pretty.

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally. “i don’t have everything that i love, but i love everything that i have” - my dad said this a lot. i try to remember to love everything in my life, and put 100% of my energy into loving them.

oil paints: what would you title the autobiography of your life so far? lmao i was looking through my archive i think it’d be “needs to be held, cries often”

overalls: what would you do with one billion dollars? probably pay off every debt my entire family has, and then invest the rest and treat my family & friends nice.

combat boots: are you a very forgiving person? do you like being this way? sometimes. I can be pretty petty sometimes, but I think it’s a defense mechanism. Sometimes i wish i could take the high road but sometimes they don’t deserve it lol.

winged eyeliner: write a hundred word letter to your twelve year old self. idk how to count a hundred words but “don’t stay with someone just because you’re loyal”

pastel: would you describe yourself as more punk or pastel? pastel probably?

tattoos: how do you feel about tattoos and piercings? explain. i like them in moderation! although my mama is strict )-:

piercings: do you wear a lot of makeup? why/why not? no idk how to do makeup well and i’m also really lazy. thank god for permanent makeup.

bands: talk about a song/band/lyric that has affected your life in some way. “She likes spring, I prefer winter” -Slchld. I think this song reminded me that it’s ok to have differences between you and your s/o. I think it made me an open minded person, and open to flaws and acceptance. I think it also got me through a time when I was losing myself and it reminded me that it’s ok to be different and like what you like, as long as you know what you like, you know?

messy bun: the world is listening. pick one sentence you would tell them. Love is love.

cry baby: list the concerts you have been to and talk about how they make you feel.

Us the Duo  - went with my ex when we were about to break up. gave me hope that we could work things out because they sang our song and we held each other but it didn’t end up working out. i still have a bad habit of attaching people to music

Daniel Caesar - went with my best friend, we found a spot near the side of the stage and interacted a lot with the drummer - he actually was the highlight of the night the way he enjoyed himself so much. It was freezing out but it was honestly such a warming sensation being in that venue.

HONNE - went with a group of friends, i actually introduced them all to HONNE, it was amazing singing those songs with them, it bonded us but also marked the end of our time together.

grunge: who in the world would you most like to receive a letter from and what would you want it to say? i would love a letter from my grandpa telling me everything that happened to him during the war.

space: do you have a desk/workspace and how is it organised/not organised? It’s not lol.

white bed sheets: what is your night time routine? brush teeth, hop in bed, scroll on phone for hours, sleep

old books: what’s one thing you don’t want your parents to know? their daughter’s a hoe ToT 

beaches: if you had to dye your hair how would you dye/style it and why? pink. idk i like pink.

eyes: pick five people to go on an excursion with you. who would you pick and where would you go/what would you do? ron devon cass andrew mitch, we would get an RV and travel across the country for a month or two, making stops in random cities.

11:11: name three wishes and why you wish for them.

1. i wish ron lives happily ever after with the girl he loves - because he deserves it

2. i wish to be successful in my career - so that i can afford to travel and see the world with the people that i love

3. i wish that the dreams my friends are manifesting come true - because i love my friends.

painting: what is the best halloween costume you have ever put together? if none, make one up. i think i was pinocchio one year that was kinda cute.

lightning: what’s the worst thing you’ve ever done while drunk or high? called my entire local committee and hysterically laughed and hyperventilated on video call lol.

thunder: what’s one thing you would never do for one million dollars? kill a person

storms: you on only listen to one song for the rest of your life, or only see one person for the rest of your life. which and why? wait that’s really hard lol ummmm maybe one song? maybe the different people i see can sing different songs for me.

love: have you ever fallen in love? describe what it feels like to realise you’re in love. i think so! it’s when you think about them throughout the day - consider their feelings and what you could do for them. but idk i’m single as fuck lol.

clouds: if you’re a boy, would you ever rock black nail polish? if you’re a girl, would you ever rock really really short hair? i did rock really short hair lol

coffee: what’s your starbucks order, and who would you trust to order for you, if anyone? uuhh i don’t really drink starbucks but i like the seasonal drinks - pumpkin spice latte.

marble: what is the most important thing to you in your life right now? peace.

fin.

[multyfandoms-imagines]

Ink Bendy turning you into a ink demon like Him so you can be together forever?

This is gonna be an exception for my rules cus. Well. It doesnt break my rules, its just a game i dont write for. So this is just this one ask. And ya all decide if i can write BatIM. Also, i assume it is an imagine, not headcanons. <eh, may as well practise writing imagines>

Warnings: yandere-ish theme. Agnst, so dont expect something cute

My Ink Ruler

You really regret ever knowing that god forsaken studio, now that you are running for your dear life away from all these ink monsters and that one.. Bendy...the creepiest of them all. You didnt even expect for a such tiny studio to be so large and going so deep down that probably reaches hell itself, how else would THESE THINGS appear otherwise?! But questions should be asked later, right now, you must run at the speed of hecc just to get away from that crazy nightmare that was chasing you. God, he has such a bad timing to appear, right when you were done with the butchers or whatever they were.

But HOLY HELL Bendy-demon was FAST. And running for so long made your lungs burn for some air and rest. He probably wasnt the smartest, but since he isnt really "alive" Bendy doesnt need to stop to regain even some of his energy. But you will just pass right away if you wont stop and breath. And only god knows what he will do to you, should you fall down. So you quickly ran into whatever room was open, hid yourself and tried to hide your loud heavy breathing. The creature was there, looking for you, clearly proud of itself that it got you cornered. You just pray to whatever diety is out there that Bendy wont find you.

"God had fosaken that place, (Y/N), you shouldnt rely on that diety you so belive in" as if reading your mind, that thing said it. Did it plan this all along? All these murders of, what appeared to be his "crew"? Butchers, Projectionist-?

A sudden inky hand held your throat in a firm grip, with you running around, you already couldnt breath well, now you are just suffocating. "But its just sad that you thought of me as some sort of a mindless killer. A mindless bad guy wouldnt think about getting what he wants in sooo many ways, dont you think so, my pretty little prince/princess?~". You cant reply at all other then small gasps and chockes. World is fading into darkness such as the ink demon himself.

Waking up with such a massive headache was something you didnt miss in the slightest. Vision is still blurry, but you cant see Bendy near, did he decide to let you live or was that just to scare you into the fear even more? "Well yes, but actually no". Well THAT voice you wouldnt miss at all! You tried to get up, but really quickly realise that your arms and legs are tied with... Ink? "I cant let you leave me, you'll never come back even if i was all-good-and-fluffy cartoon. You'd ran as soon as you saw me because im too 'wierd' or something. Besides, as a Demon King, i need my partner to have a proper 'kingdom' of mine, can you guess what will happen, hm?~"

Your face paled, he...it... surely wont just...oh god, that fate is worse then death. You dont want to be stuck there forever! You want to go home! You want just to GET OUT! Tears were in your eyes. "P-please dont! I dont want to be that ink creature! I-i just want-" "Eh, dont start it. While i enjoy watching my little prince/princess run aroud in fear with such funny face, crying doesnt suit neither for you or for my king/queen" Said Bendy, chuckling and turning on that Ink Machine. You were just terrified when ink got to you. It felt like your whole body is cut into tiny pieces. It hurts. Hurts. Hurts so much that the only sound that escapes your mouth is scream. Even that didnt last for too long as your throat and mouth were covered by ink

Few seconds that felt like years of pain passed and you could finally gasp for air and even managed to sit. "Weeeell, it wasnt so bad, was it? Could be worse you know. I could had just turned you into some searcher and command you all around until you tire yourself into a pulp". You are shaking, scared. "What did you do to me?" "Why dont you check your head to guess for yourself?"... Slowly, you tried to touch your head... But the shape is... Are these?..."Horns, yeah. Dont you know how i look like? Didnt you get a good look while hiding in that box or were you THAT charmed to not pay attention?~" ...

You were just like him. There are horns, gloves, even a god damn bowtie. "I dont want to be like you! I just.. Just kill me!" You pleaded. Anything BUT that fate. "But i'll be lonely again. I dont want that..." Bendy said, as if he was a kid whos parents refused to buy a toy. "Besides, its not like i made you powerless. You are pretty much like me. But, to avoid possible fights, weaker. I can easily overpower you. But why should i?- pressing his hand to your inkteared cheek-you are a good guy/girl. I'd hate to see your eyes being 'X'. Been a while since i got a good company". You look in defeat. You lost that survival. You lost your human body. You lost your life. Bendy offers his hand. "So how about i start teaching my new fellow ink ruller some tricks? Not like you will be welcomed outside if you look like that. And i have SOOO much to tell you! To teach you! Just so we could rule this studio. We have all the time now. So?"... You give that crazed cartoon your hand. You wish he was wrong. You wish you would be accepted outside but... Nobody likes "wierd looking things" like Bendy. You'll be killed or put into expiriment chamber or something... You will have some sort of a power here, at the very least. "Im so glad my little king/queen agrees! Hehe"

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

With All Your Heart - 4

The club was packed, it was too cramped to get up and dance. We had tried a few times and every time we'd end up with some douche bag trying to rub himself up against us. Yes, i was horny but I wasn't that desperate!! In the end we found a table and sat drinking cocktails and catching up on some girl talk.

The barman came over and placed another round down on the table and we all looked at each other in confusion "excuse me, we didn't order any more drinks..." Wanda started to say.

"The guys at the bar brought them for you" he said pointing to a group of guys who were looking over smiling at us.

"We're good thanks we were just getting ready to leave" i said getting to my feet and grabbing my purse from the seat beside me.

"Come on Y/N, this could be your chance.... their not awful looking" Nat said grabbing my hand and trying to pull me back into my seat.

"Im just not feeling it tonight Nat, you guys can stay if you like but I'm gonna head back to the tower"

"We cant let you go alone...."

"Guys i'll be fine, i haven't had too many and i know how to defend myself remember. I learned from the best" i smiled at Nat.

"Fine but text me when you get back so i know your okay"

"Yes mom!" I laughed shaking my head. We said good bye and i walked slowly back to the tower with my heals in my hand, no way was i walking home in those!

As i walked down the hall towards my room i heard the familiar moans coming from Bucky's room so i headed straight there. Like always i quietly opened the door and was about to slip into his room but as i looked over to his bed i had the shock of a lifetime!! Bucky wasn't having a nightmare.... he was laid on his bed completely naked stroking his cock while moaning and groaning. I clenched my thighs together and felt myself dripping wet at the sight in front of me.

"Fuck yes!! Oh god..... yes....Y/N" he suddenly moaned and i swear i almost died on the spot!! I decided to take a chance.... the alcohol i had been drinking all night giving me the extra confidence boost. I slipped into his room and closed the door behind me "you need a hand with that soldier?" I asked him quietly but loud enough that he would hear....he had been so lost in his actions that he hadnt heard me enter his room, he sat up looking over at me with wide eyes.

"Y/N! Wh... what are you.... this isnt what it looks like. How long have you been standing there??" He said grabbing his sheet to cover himself up "why are you here?"

"I heard you, thought you were having another nightmare" i shrugged.

"Im so sorry" he said quickly avoiding all eye contact.

"Buck its fine, why are you sorry??"

"For what i was doing while thinking about you...."

"I don't mind that you think of me while you touch yourself.... i think about you" i said truthfully letting out a flirty chuckle.

"You do??...."

"All the time" i nodded dropping my shoes on the floor and walking closer to his bed.

"Im dreaming right??" He asked shaking his head like he couldn't believe this was happening.

"Nope, im pretty sure your awake Buck" i said pulling up the hem of my dress just enough to allow me to move my legs so i could straddle his waist.... the black lace of the thong i was wearing just visible enough for him to see. Bucky drew in a deep breath at the pressure against his hard cock when i moved against him a little.

"If you don't want this..... if you want me to leave... now would be the time to tell me to leave" i said looking into his beautiful blue eyes.

"Your not going anywhere!" Bucky practically growled at me before sitting up and pulling me into his arms as his mouth crashed against mine.

"Fuck.... your wearing too much. I need to see you" he said breathlessly as he leaned back to get a good look.

"Then take it off Sarge" i smiled at him running my fingers through his hair.

Bucky grabbed each side of my dress near the front slit and ripped it in half. I wasn't expecting it and it made me gasp, it surprised me but also turned me on even more!

"I liked that dress" i pouted playfully at him making him chuckle before he pushed the rest of it off my shoulders and leant forward taking one of my nipples into his mouth, his left hand stroking up my stomach until he cupped my free breast... rolling my nipple between his fingers. I was moaning and rolling my hips against his hard cock when he suddenly grabbed me and spun us so he had me pinned underneath him.

"I want you so bad" he said looking at me with dark lust blown eyes, his hand trailing down until he reached the tiny bit of lace covering me where i wanted him the most.

"So take me, I'm yours James" i said meaning it completely. Id let him do whatever the hell he wanted to do to me as long as i could have him. I didn't miss the look he got in his eye when i said i was his.... it was dark and possessive but it was sexy as hell!!

Bucky reached down and ripped off the lace thong in one pull throwing it to the floor before his hand reached down to cup my pussy, the heel of his hand pressing against my clit made the most pornagraphic noise escape my mouth, they only got louder when i felt him slip two fingers into my dripping hole.

"Shit your so warm and tight..... i cant wait to get my cock in you doll" he said as his fingers started a hard and fast assault.

"F..fuck!! Bucky I'm gonna come baby!!"

"Yeah? Fucking come for me!! Let me feel you grip my fingers with your tight pussy!"

I wrapped my arms around him tighter as i felt myself about to explode, when i did i screamed! I couldn't hold back even if i wanted to.... no one had ever made me feel as good as this just with their fingers.

"Shit.... Bucky i need you to fuck me! Now!! I need to feel you inside me right fucking now" i begged.

"I got you baby don't worry" he smirked as he gave his cock a few strokes before lining himself up with my hole.

"Your so wet for me baby...." he said as his pushed the head of his cock inside me. He was bigger than anyone i had ever been with before and i hissed a little at the stretch. As he pushed further in his pressed a kiss to my lips then had to gasp for air "fuck me your tight.... your squeezing my cock so good! I gotta take a second here or I'm gonna come right now!" He said holding himself still with his eyes closed, his arms braced either side of my head.

"Bucky.... i need you to move" i moaned trying to grind my hips up against him but his hand was firmly on my hip holding me in place.

"Okay im good...." he said nodding his head and opening his eyes as he slowly started to move in and out of me.

"God!! Fuck me!! Bucky.... harder please!!" I cried wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him closer to me, my nails clawing at his back.

Bucky did exactly what i wanted, i could feel my orgasm fast approaching.

"I can feel how close you are.... im right behind you" he said still thrusting hard. I moved my hand to reach down and rub my clit but he quickly grabbed it pushed it way "nu uh... thats my job" he said with a wink.... he actually winked at me!! His hand moved between us and i felt his fingers draw circles on my bundle of nerves. It was the final push i needed and i came screaming his name, my vision turning white... then i heard Bucky's loud grunt as he came hard, i could feel his release feeling me up, my pussy fluttering around his hard cock.

Bucky's head collapsed against my shoulder as he tried to calm his breathing "Fuck me.... that was...."

"Amazing" i finished off letting out a contented laugh as my fingers run through his hair.

"Yeah it was" he agreed lifting his head up so he could look at me, then he captured my mouth with his once again.

"Are you sure I'm not dreaming??" He asked looking down at me, his eyes taking in everything.

"Im pretty sure yeah" i nodded "I'm so glad i decided to come home early!"

"Why did you come home early?"

"I wasn't feeling it" i shrugged "there were some guys trying to hit on us but... all i kept thinking about was you" i said truthfully, there was no reason to lie anymore.

"You mean that?"

"Yeah. Buck I've had a thing for you since the second you arrived here"

"What?? Why didn't you say anything??"

"I thought you hated me to start off with and then i was scared. What if i told you and you didnt feel the same?? I didnt want to loose my friend"

"Doll.... you'll never loose me. So why are you telling me this now??"

"Well the fact that your cock is still inside me.... means you like me too right??" I said wiggling my eyebrows at him. He chuckled and shook his head but i felt his cock start to twitch and then it was getting hard again. My eyes went wide as i realised what was happening "already??"

Bucky shrugged his shoulder with a shit eating grin "side effects of the serum"

"Oh god, you gonna be the death of me Barnes!"

"Never. So come on, why did you decide to tell me tonight?"

"I dont know...."

"I think you do" he said moving his hips a little making a moan fall from my lips.

"I just.... fuck you feel so good Buck! No one has ever made me feel this good before!" I told him as he slowly moved his cock in and out of my pussy, his lips kissing and nipping at my neck.

"Tell me why tonight?"

"When i saw you laying here with your cock in your hand i couldn't breathe! I got so wet just watching you.... i wanted you so bad Buck.... and then you said my name" i let out another moan as his cock brushed against my g spot making my toes curl and my hips raise up off of the bed "i decided i was just gonna go for it. I wanted you so bad i had to give it a shot. I had a little liquid courage in me to give me a shove too i guess"

"I nearly died when i heard you.... i was so ashamed you had seen me like that"

"It was beautiful, id watch you all day"

"Id rather you take part" he smiled before kissing me again, thrusting harder into me.

"I think you've ruined me for other men though Buck.... no ones ever gonna make me feel this good"

"Your mine now" he growled "there will be no other men!" He kissed me hard as his hips worked hard and fast.

"Tell me your mine!!"

"Im yours Bucky, all yours" i cried as i came again, Bucky following seconds behind me. Bucky fell besides me panting slightly, he pulled me close and pressed a kiss to my lips.

"You should delete all those horrible dating apps you have too! You wont need them" he mumbled against my lips.

"Consider it done" i smiled stroking the side of his face getting a good look at him.... he really was beautiful!

"Your amazing doll"

"Your not so bad yourself"

"You wanna come grab a shower with me? We should clean up.... we've made quite the mess"

"Sure, your gonna have to let me borrow a shirt by the way. You completely destroyed my dress.... thats two of my dresses you've destroyed"

"But i like you like this"

"I bet you do, but i don't think the others will if they catch me walking back to my room naked"

"Fine! But only because i don't want anyone else to see you naked" he said picking me up and carrying me into the bathroom.

Tagging: @siren-queen03

[danrifics]

Not The First Time

Some of the times Dan almost asks Phil to marry him and the one time he actually does.

Read on AO3

2019 - Las Vegas

Phil stretches his arm out over the bed, disappointment falls across him when he realises the space where Dan had been sleeping previously was empty. He reaches to the bedside table and grabs his glasses. The blurry room becomes crystal clear, the Vegas hotel room was dark but outside the casino lights presented a gentle glow around the edge of the room. The balcony door was open, a cool breeze blowing through. Phil climbed out of bed and headed for the open door. Dan stood, leaning against the glass railing, looking out over the city.

“Is everything okay?” Phil asked

 Dan turned around sightly to look at Phil, he smiled and stretched out his hand. Phil took it and stepped closer to the railing.

“Do you remember when we came here for my 21st birthday?” Dan asked, ignoring Phil’s question.

“Not really” They both laugh “well… actually I do remember you drunkenly asking me to marry you”

They look at each other for a moment, they remember it well…

2012 - Las Vegas

They’re not sure how they made it back to the hotel room, they’re also not sure how much they’ve had to drink. Dan has the vlogging camera out and he’s filming himself raiding the mini bar. 

“They’ve got Vodka, I need coke though” Dan gets up and almost falls back down but once he’s semi-stable he looks around the room for any sign of a mixer for his drink. He looks into the camera for a moment. “When you can’t find coke you just gotta drink vodka straight” 

“You can’t do anything straight” Phil shouts from behind him.

Dan looks into the camera and then turns to look at Phil.

“Neither can you” Dan says, his voice is a mix of endearment but also a hint of annoyance “gonna have to delete this video now, thanks”

He turns the camera off and puts it down, he then grabs the vodka and drinks it from the bottle. Phil takes it from him and puts it down on the bedside cabinet before he heads out onto the balcony. Dan follows. 

They stand in the middle of the balcony. Dan pulls Phil towards him, resting their foreheads together. They stand like that for a while before Dan finally speaks.

“We should get married” He says, he’s drunk but he’s serious and Phil can tell “we should get married... here... tomorrow”

“We’d have to tell everyone”

“No. we don’t have to tell anyone” Dan says bluntly.

“Dan… we can’t get married and not tell anyone” Phil says.

He wants nothing more than to say yes, he wants to marry Dan, more than anything, they’re… soulmates… Phil has never met anyone like Dan, his smart. Beautiful. Honest. Dan, he knows at this moment in time they can’t get married. Dan still doesn’t want people to know he’s gay, he’s not ready for his family to know and he’s not ready for the world to know. If they got married it would be public, Phil’s never cared about who knows about his sexuality but for Dan’s sake he’s always kept it hidden.

Dan moves away from Phil and leans against the balcony railing. He looks out over the city. Phil sighs and moves to stand next to Dan. Dan turns slightly so he has his back to Phil.

“Dan look at me, please” Phil puts a hand on Dan’s shoulder but is met with a shrug “I love you but you’re not ready for this y-”

“I am ready. I’ve never been so sure of anything in my whole life. And look I know it’s technically a civil partnership but we can do it now and then when they legalise same sex marriage we can have a proper wedding with all our family and friends.” 

Phil pulls Dan in close to him, he places a gentle kiss to his lips and leans their foreheads back together. Dan sighs, he knows they can’t get married yet and maybe he is just too drunk to think and in the morning he’ll realise how dumb all of this is. He loves Phil and Phil loves him, they don’t need to be married to show that.

2019 - Las Vegas

“It wasn’t the only time that I've thought about it” Dan says, he smiles. “Y’know marrying you.”

He takes Phil’s hand. Phil wonders if he’s going to ask him now, just how he had all those years ago, on a balcony just like this. They’re ready now. If Dan asks, he knows what he’ll say.

“I wanted to ask you in 2014, after they legalised same-sex marriage in the UK, but i didnt” Dan looks down at the ground “and then i almost asked you in 2015 when we went to Japan and last year during the tour”

There’s a sad look in Dan’s eyes. The thought of all his failed attempts and harsh words in his head telling him he shouldn’t weighed him down. There were so many times he could have asked...

2014 - London

Dan sits in the usual place on the sofa, his laptop on his lap, a cup of coffee on the arm rest. Phil’s in his bedroom (well his bedroom set) filming a video. Dan’s not sure what it’s about but he knows when it comes to editing Phil will make him watch it and give opinions. Dan’s scrolling through tumblr when he sees it:

GUYS!!! The UK just legalised same-sex marriage!!

Congrats to all the gays in the uk who can get married now!

Gay Marriage has become legal in the UK glad to see more countries getting with the times!

Dan immediately turns on the TV to BBC News, there’s a reporter talking about how historic this is for the country.

“Phil come here!” Dan shouts

“I’m trying to film, Dan!” He shouts back

“I don’t care! Come here!” Dan’s attention is still on the TV

Phil comes into the room, Dan doesn’t look at him. He just points towards the TV. Phil doesn’t say a word, he just sits down next to Dan, a huge smile on his face. The reporter is talking to a couple now, they’re saying how they were getting married in a few weeks and it was likely they would be the first gay couple to get married, not a civil partnership but actually married! They were going to have the same rights as a straight couple. Dan looks over at Phil finally, his eyes are glued to the TV. 

Dan wants to get up right now, and ask Phil the question, he’s been thinking about it for a while now, but knowing they could actually get married in a legal sense, he wants that. He can’t do it now though. He wants to do it properly, he wants to ask Kath and Nigel for their permission, he needs to get a ring, he… he needs to come out. He needs to come to terms with being�� gay. It’s a word that he hates, he hates describing himself as that, he doesn’t want to be that and asking Phil to marry him… That’s pretty gay… so he pushes the thought of marriage out of his mind, again. He hates that he feels this way. He loves Phil and he doesn’t understand why his brain says it’s okay to be with Phil but it’s not okay to say he’s gay? He tells himself it’s different, Phil is his best friend, but it’s more than that. He doesn’t even think the term ‘romantically involved’ fits what he and Phil are. They’re Dan and Phil, soulmates, companions, partners for life. What he and Phil have, it’s special, it’s real, it’s just them. They don’t need to be married to be committed to each other, and they don’t need to world to know what they are either.

He tells himself they don’t need to get married over and over again, that he doesn’t want that… he’s lying.

2015 - Tokyo

Yesterday was all about filming their day in the life video but today Dan had other plans. Phil was in the shower and Dan was looking through his own suitcase, he pulls out a roll of socks and unravels them to reveal a box, he looks over his shoulder to make sure he’s alone and then opens the box up. He looks at the ring inside. He’d bought it a few weeks ago in London, hid it in so many different places and then somehow managed to get it to another country without Phil finding it. Dan had told Phil they were going to a park called Koishikawa Korakuen so he could take photos. It was a  beautiful place and the perfect place to propose, he’d seen all these pictures of the beautiful gardens on instagram and he knew that this was the place, Japan was such a special place for the both of them and he knew how perfect it would be if they were to get engaged here. The shower turns off and Dan shoves the box into his jacket pocket. He thinks he’s ready this time.

*

The park is beautiful and Dan now has to decide where he wants to actually do the proposal, he’s not even sure what he wants to say yet. They walk around for an hour just taking photos and talking and then Dan sees the perfect spot, it’s a small stone path surrounded by trees and a pond. Dan takes a deep breath.

“Lets go over here” Dan says already walking ahead of Phil.

Phil follows until they stop in the middle of the path, they’re facing each other. Dan looks into Phil’s eyes, he loves Phil’s eyes, they’re a  beautiful shade of Blue mixed with green and yellow, the best eyes i’ve ever seen.

“Phil I-” 

“Oh my God!” A voice squeals from behind them “Dan and Phil!?”

Dan turns around, he wants to be annoyed but the voice belongs to a young fan who obviously has no idea she’s ruining a big moment. She looks around 15, from her accent he assumes she’s American.

“It’s really you, oh my God, I watch all your videos like all the time, i love you guys!” 

Phil steps forward, he has a huge smile. Dan’s confused for a moment and then remembers Phil has no idea a moment was ruined either. Phil starts talking to the girl. Dan puts his hand in his pocket and holds the ring box. This is a sign, he knows it. It’s another thing getting in the way of his happiness. He should be used to it by now, but it really fucking hurts. He’s not sure he’ll ever be able to do this. He should just return the ring and forget this ever happened before…Phil’s voice snaps him away from his thoughts

“Dan, you have the longest arm you take the selfie” He says.

Dan smiles and takes the girls phone, he hopes he doesn’t look like he’s faking it. He’s not in the mood to read comments pointing out his face when the girl inevitably posts the photo all over social media.

Dan knows there’s still time this trip to propose, but now all he can think of is how if that fan had come a few moments later she would have seen the proposal and then it would be everywhere, he realises once again that he’s not ready for the world to know. He’s having a panic attack now but Phil is still talking to the fan. 

“Phil?” Dan asks catching Phil’s attention “Remember we’re meeting some friends in 20 minutes”

It’s a lie, but he can’t stand here any longer, he doesn’t want the fan to think he’s an asshole so lying is easier than just leaving. Phil understands what Dan means, whenever either of them think they’re having some kind of anxiety attack in public they always use the same excuse, like a code.

“Oh, you’re busy, of course. I’m sorry for bothering you” The girl is too cheerful, thankfully she doesn’t realise they’re trying to get rid of her.

*

Dan returns the ring a few days after they get home. The lady in the store asks why. He could lie and say it didn’t fit but he doesn’t.

“It wasn’t the right time” He sighs “not sure it ever will be.”

The lady gives him a sad look and that she’s sorry that it didn’t work out. 

Dan cries in the Taxi back to their apartment, He’s sorry too.

2018 - London

Dan sits in bed. He stares intently at his laptop screen. it’s 3am, Phil is asleep next to him, he’s facing away from Dan. 

You are valid. It gets so much better. And the future is clear. It’s pretty queer!

He reads the last lines in his word document over and over, everything is suddenly feeling like it’s falling into place. It took him 27 years to get to a point of acceptance, a place where he’s finally comfortable being queer… Gay. He’s gay. He remembers how over the last few years he’s become more comfortable with his sexuality, he stopped trying to hide as much and he knows the audience picked up on it. He scrolls back to the top of his script, he wants to get up now and film it and put it out but he knows he can’t right now, but this time it’s not because he’s scared. He and Phil are about to start a huge tour. Coming out is going to change everything but they can’t have any distractions now. The tour is big and important, this can wait.

Phil turns over, Dan looks over at him as his eyes open.

“You’re still awake?” He mumbles

“I finished it” Dan says, turning the screen slightly “over 25 pages”

Phil sits up and grabs his glasses from the bedside table.

 “Can i read it?” He asks leaning his head against Dan’s shoulder.

“Not the whole thing, there’s one part I want you to hear though” Dan turns his head, his eyes meeting Phil’s. “If you don’t want me to say it, I'll take it out

Dan scrolls about half way through, Phil sees his name written within a paragraph.Dan begins to read.

“Obviously we were more than friends, but it was more than just romantic. This is someone who genuinely liked me. I trusted them. And for the first time since I was a tiny child I actually felt safe” Dan pauses to look at Phil, he doesn’t read the next part off the screen, he tells Phil from memory “We are real best friends. Companions through life. Actual soulmates.”

Phil doesn’t say anything, he places his hand gently on Dan’s cheek and kisses him softly. Dan knows this is Phil’s way of saying yes, he can include this in the video. Dan puts his laptop down.

“I love you, so much, Phil”

“I love you, Dan, so so much”

They fall asleep wrapped up in each other, with smiles on their faces. Dan’s ready now. Next time he asks Phil to marry him, he knows he’s actually going to go through with it.

2019 - Las Vegas

Dan takes a deep breath. It’s now or never, he knows that. He’s thought about this moment for almost 7 years now. He doesn’t have a ring or a plan but he knows that right now on this balcony is where he’s going to ask Phil to marry him.

“I’ve wanted to ask you this for like, 7 years” He begins “but every time I tried to ask I chickened out because I wasn’t ready to admit who I really was. Over the last 2 years I’ve started to feel more comfortable with other people knowing about me, i’ve always been comfortable around you, but other people knowing has always been a huge deal. Um…”

Dan wipes a tear away from his eye. He looks Phil in the eyes. Phil is smiling at him.

“You are the love of my life” He continues “and now that everything's out in the open and we don’t have to hide anymore, I know I’m finally ready for this, there’s no voice in the back of my head telling me no. So…”

Dan gets down on one knee and takes Phil’s hands.

“Phil Lester” He takes a deep breath “Will you marry me?”

He sees the tears in Phil’s eyes. Phil nods.

“Of course I will, Dan”

Dan jumps up and pulls Phil into a tight hug. They kiss for a while before Dan pulls away, laughing.

“This is ridiculous, we just got engaged on a balcony in Vegas while in our pajamas, I don’t even have ring for you”

Phil starts to laugh too. “This is perfect, this is the most us proposal you could have ever done, we can go out in the afternoon and get a ring”

“Or… we could go out in the afternoon and just get married?” 

“We could.”

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[ruffiorocks]

Rewatching Red Faced

Love rewatching Supergirl Episodes with my brother. Today we rewatched Red Faced, it's funny how with hindsight you notice things you didn't notice before.

First off i find it amusing that my brother dislikes James almost as much as I do. In the previous episodes he's messing up his relationship with Lucy so much because he can't control his boner for Kara! He then feels the need to tell Kara he needs to tell Lucy KARA'S secret!! Like WHAT?? In hindsight we know Lucy is sound but she wasn't exactly Supergirls number 1 fan when she arrived plus she is General Lanes daughter and he DEFINITELY isn't a Supergirl fan.

At the beginning of this episode we see that Lucy dumped his ass before he could reveal Kara's most important secret so he could try and salvage a relationship that had already sunk and he wasn't invested in. If Lucy had been his true love etc. then maybe in time Kara would have been OK with Lucy being told, but she was basically coerced into letting James tell Lucy. I'm glad Lucy dumped James before he could make things worse and Kara was able to reveal the secret herself.

Later at the DEO Alex and Kara are discussing Lucy and James and Alex says she always knew that relationship was going to sink! Well yeah! James had had a boner for Kara since day one and then easily discarded her so he could get with Lucy whilst continuing to lead Kara on to the point even Winn told Kara off for letting it happen. Honestly I'm surprised Lucy didnt dump him sooner!

Alex then pushed Kara to make her move on James (something she later does with Mon El as well). Funny how Kara has to be pushed into making moves on men (🤔🤔 ). Kara literally tells Alex she doesn't want to be someone's rebound and Alex doesn't listen. I'm taking this scene as Alex not having realised she's gay yet (because she hasn't) and not understanding how a healthy relationship should work.

When Kara grabs James and tries it on with him I applaud James here! He realised immediately that something was up and he didn't go along with her advances since she was basically drugged up.

Cat Grant basically tells Kara/Supergirl she isn't allowed to have any kind of dark side, she has to represent all the goodness in the world because she's a super hero. That is a hell of a lot of pressure to put on anyone. This reminded me a little of when Kara basically expects Mon El to be a hero and gets mad when he doesnt want to be one. That was entirely his choice to make or not make.

Now onto Maxwell, OK.. manufacturing Kryptonite wasn't the best plan since he got it wrong. BUT his reasons werent all that wrong, he didn't make the Kryptonite to attack Kara, he made it because Non and his followers would be back and Maxwell didn't want to sit around waiting for s**t to happen. Now I would say he should have worked with the DEO but we all know he doesn't trust the government, and he's fully aware that Supergirl is Alex's sister, so he probably would have been told no.

This is not unlike the time Lena makes Kryptonite, only she does a much better job of it. Neither Max not Lena make Kryptonite to hurt Supergirl, they make it because there are real Kryptonian threats that require Kryptonite to deal with. Non and his followers for Max and Reign and the other world killers for Lena. In fact in Lena's case she was even more justified because Jonn made the completely DUMB ASS decision to give the only real weapon that can take down Kryptonians to Clark because he had his cape in a twist about it. Then low and behold a season later they need Kryptonite to deal with the World Killers. Kara doesn't even have a plan to deal with them, Lena gives her a solution and Kara gets pissy about it (whilst still taking it because she actually needs it!). Lena doesn't like the government either, but she does work with them when she needs to or if they need her. The point is neither one wants to take down Supergirl, they want to defend Earth from psycho Kryptonians, something that Kara ans the DEO want to do as well.

Maxwell is often seen as a villian, he had his moments, like when he put people in danger to test Supergirl's powers. But most of the time he wanted to help people, he didn't believe that the world should put all their faith into alien heroes. 'Human for a Day' is a good example of this. Supergirl can't help anyone and Max helps people the human way, and he gives a message that people need to help themselves because a superhero won't always be there. He also feared that Supergirl could one day go rogue. Again, not an unwarranted fear, it's not like bad Kryptonians don't show up. Max was more of an anti hero.

Now back to red k Kara causing mayhem. Why oh why did Jonn and Alex waste time waiting for Max to invent some counter red k gun when they literally had Kryptonite at the DEO?! They could have used that on Kara, locked her in a bloody cell and given Max the time to perfect the gun. But no, the public were left at the mercy of Supergirl because no one had the foresight to use the very thing they had already used to take Kara down once and the very thing that Max had been trying to make??

The fact that Kara can take down Superman but not Jonn? I'm putting this down to Kara still being new to all this and she was probably unfocused being on the red K.

My brother asked why the DEO had to lock up Jonn when he revealed himself? Well that was understandable, he was an alien impersonating a human director of a government agency there to take down aliens. So yeah.... I'd be suspicious to. Not unlike when the President turned out to be an alien, people had legit reasons to be suspicious of this.

Now James basically gives Kara the brush off because of what happened, even though he knows she wasn't herself. It's like 'i want you', 'i have a girlfriend but I still want you', 'my girlfriend dumped me but i still want you' 'oh hang on, you're not the personification of perfection I thought you were, pfft I think you should leave even though I've done nothing but lead you on from the moment I met you'. That James/Kara crap should have just ended there and then. James had every reason to be a bit uncomfortable around Kara after the club incident but he knew that wasn't her, that she would never do something like that. He just made her feel even worse about herself, only for him to basically turn the flirt back on in 'human for day' and to get unbelievably jealous in 'worlds finest' just because Kara had the nerve to make a new male friend.

Lastly it's important to remember that red K doesn't make Kara 'evil', it basically makes every bad thought she's ever had manifest to the surface, thoughts so deep down she would never do them but those thoughts were already there.

All on all this is one of my favorite episodes! Mel did such a good job of being sweet Kara and then morphing into dark Kara. I wish we could have seen more dark Kara at some point, I hope we do again, but I suppose we've kind of already had that in Red Daughter in way.

(as always just mine and my brothers musings, don't agree? That's cool, but don't attack ✌️) x

[7wanderingpaws]

Legal Birthday (GOT7 Jackson)

Pairing: Jackson x reader

Genre: Spy AU

Word Count: 9.8K

Warnings: small violence, blood, a little seductive?

The room was dark and very clean for it to be hiding something dangerous and gnarly but despite your surprise, you steadily advanced ahead, your steps silent shaming even the sneakiest cat.

“It should be hidden in the most uncommon of places,” you heard in your ear, pressing the in-ear with your middle finger further inside. “Keep looking, we cannot lose this one.”

“I am on it,” you murmured. You were so happy you managed to catch the owner of the apartment away. This way, you could get rid of all the nasty things he was hiding without any trace. Although, you did wish to witness his surprised face to see all his treasures disappeared.

Going around the kitchen, you looked through each drawer, opening the dish washer, the fridge… it was nowhere to be found.

It took you another 10 minutes of close analysis to finally advance to the bedroom area. There was a tingling sensation in the pit of your stomach, as if it was signalling, that this was the moment the entire truth would come to the surface.

“All clear. Keep proceeding.”

  Reaching for the drawer, you opened it to find neatly arranged sweaters and shirts and some expensive watches. Your heart was thundering as you reached deeper. Just when your hand brushed something concrete that should not be in a usual drawer, your in-ear blew up: “You’re not alone anymore, immediately withdraw! Y/N, get out of there-”

In that instant you turned and without thinking twice, you smashed the dark body of the intruder into the nearest wall harshly, your inner instincts bringing the best out of you. You bared your teeth as if a tiger, and held the strong stranger with your elbow pressed to his neck. He did not budge though. His face was covered in a mask and he was wearing a black hat, making it impossible to read even the slightest into his face.

“Who are you,” you growled deeply and pressed harder against his neck. “Who sent you. Who do you work for. Answer or else-”

The stranger attacked suddenly and you cursed under your breath for letting down your guard for a heartbeat. Now it was you being pressed against the wall but your leg immediately shot up, kicking him into his waist and pushing into his chest, making him tumble backwards.

Your hand reached out and snapped the mask downwards and the other hand took off his hat. Fluff of brown hair sprung free, freshly washed and soft under your harsh fingers.

The view was nothing you expected and a loud, horrified gasp was the only reaction you were able to let out.

In this split second, he had you pinned against the wall, his breath fanning over your open mouth, still in pure shock. His deep dark eyes were boring into yours, while his free hand reached into your hair. He grabbed the fake wig you were wearing and slowly dragged it down, his eyes snapping to your own hair. He was looking there for a minute, letting the reality sink in.

“So this is how we meet again,” he mumbled, his focus now back on you.

Your heart was thundering, your legs suddenly wobbly, ready to give out. You knew he was still in the business, you knew almost everything about him despite not being with him for over four years.

“Jackson,” you breathed, still in pure shock. A few seconds had to pass by for you to remember that you wanted to kill him. You needed to get him, beat him up for everything he did to you.

 “What on Earth are you even doing here? This is not a place for you,” he said hurriedly, worry smudged across his handsome face. He was much older than you but his age didnt show any signs at all. His masculinity did the exact opposite things to you and hated yourself for it.

However, his last words turned your shocked face into a rock-hard glare. “You don’t know anything about me. Not anymore. ”

Jackson’s eyes frantically switched between your eyes, searching for any other answers than what you were willing to share.

“What happened to you,” he finally asked. “What did they do to you? Why did they send you?”

You smirked, hoping your next words will finally make him obey. “I came to kill you.”

- - -

Hong Kong, 5 years ago

Your seventeenth birthday was fine. Nothing special. The cake was good.

"Why are we even sitting at home, girls?” shouted Moya, the extremely self-centred friend of yours. “Let’s go watch the training!”

“You know we can’t,” you sighed wanting to be alone. Or with one single person that was on your mind nonstop – and who was participating in the mentioned training. “Boys don’t mix with girls.”

“But your daddy is more influential than mine! I’m sure he will forgive you too, you are his princess after all,” chirped Lucy, the kinder one.

You pressed your lips together. “I don’t think so…”

Training of some muscly men that gave you no perspective whatsoever. You were not a turned on teenager, making you doubt your sexuality on a whole new level. Lots of sweat, lots of grunts, oh yeah, the best thing to ever happen to a girl, right?

Not really, or at least not in your opinion. You still didn’t really know what all those men were training for. It was by complete accident that you know about this, because you followed your father to his workplace one day. As soon as he found out, you got a strong slap across your face, getting shouted at and locked up in your massive mansion you lived in. Alone. Well, with your father.

There was no reason for him to get so worked up over spying a little bit, but later you started to realise that his job might be something else than what it looked like. After all, you spent all your time at home (why did your father even bother to “lock you up” in the house when you couldn’t leave the house anyway?) thinking, combining. Of course, dreaming, too when it came to a certain someone.

Just then, your father appeared in the doorway to the hallway. “Love, I’m leaving. I’ll come back with Jackson to discuss some business.”

You gulped, your mouth slowly opening without really you noticing.

“Can we come too?” asked Moya in a high-pitched tone, already standing up from her chair. “We’ll behave, promise.”

Your father laughed and looked at you. You were too busy now collecting your frantic thoughts. “Maybe another time, ‘right?”

I’ll come back with Jackson to discuss some business. Jackson.

The girls were disappointed but obeyed nonetheless.

Lucy elbowed Dara (the quieter one), pointing sneakily at your zoned out face. “You want to get laid for your birthday, huh?”

Your stare was distant, however.

The girls smirked once again. “Right, I know what it is,” said Moya.

When you still didn’t react to them, she just plainly said, curling her long hair around her index finger. “Mmm, Jackson is coming over. I might as well stay over for the night, hoping he will come to me at the dark hours.”

That made your head snap up right away. Your heart was thundering in your heart, your legs shaky and you weren’t even standing. Gulping, you combed your fingers through your hair.

The girls laughed at you. “Don’t worry, she won’t,” promised Lucy, probably the only normal one in your group of girlfriends. “Jackson has high standards.”

“Excuse me?” yelped Moya but immediately laughed.

“So,” you started your voice too gentle for their harsh thoughts. “Where is the alcohol you’ve been promising for my birthday? Where’s the weed, too? I - like - need it right now but you didn’t do shit about it.”

Silence fell over the little circle table you sat around. They exchanged looks.

Coming from wealthy families, they sure had some strong language and promises all the damn time, but at the end of the day, they never did anything dangerous. They were just fake brats that had zero idea about their lives or its values.

You smiled, standing up from the table after they didn’t answer. “Well, just as I thought so. I’m heading up. Feel free to grab whatever your poor hearts wish for,” you said, your voice fake-kind. Turning, you walked to the staircase, happy to be out of their presence.

None of your friends, nor you knew exactly what were your fathers jobs. It was a secret and apparently, to keep you safe, you were better kept in the shadows of unknown. So, many times you wondered who actually Jackson was. You had a horrible, ugly and deep crush on him, not really undermined by any real facts or actions. You just did and that was it.

That’s why the idea of him coming tonight gave you exciting chills. You knew each other for two years now, your father sometimes bringing him home and when he had to urgently leave, he would make him watch out for your young fifteen-year-old self, as if you would do something worse than reading a book and just wander around the massive house all by yourself.

Without much thinking, you realised you were putting on pyjamas and get ready to sleep. It was such a mechanic way… And you also heard the girls leaving the house.

Sighing, you sat on the edge of your bed and waited till your father would come home and then wait till he suddenly had to leave, having Jackson watch out for you again.

You never really knew why was your father having you watched when you were seventeen now. All the teenagers were independent and responsible at this age and here you were being spoiled as a brat, not knowing what your father’s job was, being watched by the most handsome man you’ve ever laid eyes on. It wasn’t like you saw many men either. You didn’t go out into the wild Hong Kong much, and even if you did, you had to be escorted.

Good for you that you always preferred jeans and goodies, this way nobody could tell your family was wealthy rich.

You didn’t realise you fell asleep until a soft knock awakened you, your father’s gentle eyes right in front of your sleepy face.

“Honey,” he hummed his voice deep. You sensed another figure tentatively standing in the doorway. Your heart jumped. “I have to leave urgently but don’t worry - Jackson will be here if anything happens.”

You never knew what was that “anything” that could happen but it was obvious your father had a very clear idea, though he wouldn’t share that, of course.

You nodded, running your hands over your face. “Alright, take care, daddy. When will you be home?”

He smiled and removed some hair from your forehead. “Hopefully by morning, but I cannot promise anything now.”

You knew that one sentence well, too.

“Alright. See you later and be careful.”

“Always,” he said and then the only thing that was left behind him was a strong smell of cologne that was so typical for men in their 40s and 50s.

Jackson didn’t smell like that. He smelled… Enchanting. It was such a pleasurable mix of cologne on a young skin, some peppermint and this specific, unique smell you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It was herbal, which was the only sure thing.

When you slowly rose from your position, your father was gone and Jackson was in your room, still standing at the doorway. His dark hair was tousled sexily, as if he had someone make it that way. His light brown shirt was of a thin textile, you could tell right away. The black jeans couldn’t hang low on his waist even if they wanted to as the strong, big thigh muscles prevented the textile to move any further down.

Finally, you met his eyes. “Hey,” you whispered.

“Hey,” he rasped back.

He moved slowly to you, not losing the eye contact for a split second. Once he stood close enough to your knees that were connected politely as you were sitting, he said: “Happy birthday.”

A gentle smile pulled at your lips, averting your eyes the only way to show your genuine gratitude. You pressed your lips together. “Thank you.” You took a deep breath, standing up to be closer to him.

He gave you the gentlest of smiles when his warm, veiny hand reached for your left cheek, letting the back of his fingers brush against the flushed skin. “You slept tight. You have these lines on your cheek. So cute,” he laughed quietly, your heart painfully jumping at the sound.

Your smile widened. “Do you think tonight is the night?” You came closer, your hand touching his chest.

Jackson’s smile didn’t falter but the sigh escaping his lips said it all.

Before he could say anything, you stepped back and walked around him, heading for your desk.

You’ve been waiting for a while now for it to happen and it might have been extremely immature but the pressure for you was too big to handle. You wanted it to happen so badly. You wanted it to be finally true. You wanted Jackson to finally do something about it.

It was then when you felt his hands sneak around your waist and turn you around. Your body reacted immediately, fire shooting up your insides almost painfully.

He pressed his forehead to yours. “Not tonight. I can’t.”

“Isn’t it me who is supposed to say that?” you asked quietly, trying to suppress the frustration.

He moved his chin forward, his lips millimetres from yours. “Not until you’re legal for me.”

That simple statement made your knees go weak. You tried to kiss him, but backed away leaving you hanging. You kept your stare on him before his eyes travelled downwards to your cleavage. It wouldn’t make you budge. You wanted him to look. He grabbed your waist gently again and turned you around, pressing his face into your neck.

It made you take in sharply a breath, closing your eyes and feeling his fingers at the hem of your pyjama shirt. “You put this on the wrong way,” he said, pulling at the hem. Oh.

You snapped your eyes opened just to see that he was right. Your shirt was inside-out. So that was the reason he was eyeing your front so openly!

“Let’s change that,” he whispered, his lips brushing your ear.

Ugh. If he did not want to do anything with you tonight, why did he have to tease you like this? Involuntarily, your back arched against his front as his hands were now on the bare skin of your waist.

Gulping loudly, you felt the t-shirt being lifted up, cold air giving chills to your hot skin.

However, he would not budge. It was your crazy young mind that was blindly believing his mischievous, tricky actions. He stopped right away, smirking and playfully pinching your skin, making you yelp. “Change it,” he mumbled, stepping back away from you. “I’ll be downstairs. You want warm milk before bed as usual?” he asked as he was making his way out.

Dumbfounded, you stared in his direction, your short hair falling into your eyes. “Erm, yeah, please.”

He winked at you and left the room, whistling on his way down the stairs.

  The next year it was an understatement that you were going crazy. The high expectations of the cold December night of your eighteenth birthday were overflowing. However, this year your birthday was already different because it was snowing heavily, creating the perfect mood for the upcoming Christmas holidays.

Cosy night. That was what you would think of all day as you were wandering alone in the big house. This time, your father seemed to stay also. You were disappointed that Jackson would not show up for your special night to watch out for you. Or so it seemed.

Just two hours into the late evening and your father received an urgent call. He left right away, calling Jackson on his way out to come and watch out for you.

You downed a glass of cold water and rushed upstairs, your heart beating irregularly.

Will he finally allow you to be his? Are you grown enough for him?

Jackson was 26 which was a massive age gap - you were aware of this. At some point you would try to stop thinking about him and get some sobriety but it was to no avail.

How could it? When nobody was around, you two would bake cookies, dance to Christmas songs, cuddle and hug, take care of each other, feed each other, play hide and seek… Sometimes you would fall asleep next to each other, Jackson’s hands on your naked skin covering your waist. That was the furthest he would ever touch you, the furthest he’d let himself go with you.

If your father would still not be home by early morning, he would give your forehead a gentle kiss and wait for you to wake up.

Unless you were already up before him.

Then you would slowly, ever so gently trace the line of his lips, sensing their softness, dryness. You would analyse each and every detail of his features, how his eyelashes fluttered when he was dreaming and how he looked peaceful when no dreams were tiring his mind. You would notice how deep and regular his breathing was and how he would sometimes end up snoring. It was annoying but you couldn’t be mad or frustrated. You were happy to see him resting. You still didn’t know what his actual job was for your father. Sometimes he would have some scratches on his face which scared you, but you would make sure to give it a little kiss, hoping it would heal soon.

Your trace of thoughts was interrupted with the doors closing downstairs. You jumped up from your bed and lounged for the mirror, checking your already flushed cheeks. At least your hair was behaving for once. You heard steps and someone walking upstairs. They were not hurried, but rather balanced steps. You knew them so well.

He surprised you with tiny gifts that you could cover up easily in case your father would ask about them – not like he ever asked though. Your biggest, most valued present was Jackson’s presence itself. It was his attention to you that was the most rewarding. His eyes following you around the house, how you would chew excitedly on the delicious cake he brought. How you would do a little toast with the bubbly champagne and the taste would make you pull a sour face. He laughed loudly at you, saying: “Welcome to the adult land. It isn’t only champagne that is sour in your life anymore.”

You danced as well. First to some pop songs, and later to slow ones in which he could show his true gentleman potentials when he grabbed your hand gently, pulling you to his front, his hand not leaving the middle of your back. Biting you lip, you squirmed in his arms to make his hand fall lower, obviously anticipating more from him.

He smirked, knowing full well what your cheeky intentions were. But you had to wait for a bit later.

He twirled you, dipped you, and as you bended your head backwards to enjoy the moment, he gave your neck a sweet kiss, letting his lips linger for a few heartbeats.

When the last song was finished, you naturally headed upstairs to your room, turning off all the lights downstairs. Hands intertwined, swinging in the air between you, you were dizzy with emotions for him. Closing the door behind him, you didn’t let him escape anymore as you caged him in and stepped on your tippy-toes, putting your hands on his shoulders to kiss him on the lips like you wished for years now. You never kissed before.

“I’m eighteen now,” you mumbled, opening your eyes slowly. “I am legal for you now.”

He didn’t smile. Serious face was all he could give you for an answer as if to scold you for always wanting to be irresponsible. Seeing your shiny eyes, his features softened up and he took your face in his palms, brushing your hair behind your ear. It tickled. “You are right,” he rasped, his voice husky and deep. Oh my.

He kissed you, letting himself finally go.

It was the next day that you were stolen. It was fast and you had barely any chance to react when you felt a thick, heavy hand land on your mouth before the man was dragging you out backwards. Your first, very first thought, was that it was Jackson and that he might be just playing jokes with you. However, you knew he wouldn’t be that harsh and rude with you and, mostly, he would never even try to scare you in such an ugly way.

Just as you prepared to attack the kidnapper with your elbow, you received a strong blow into your head, making you lose consciousness.

Afterwards, your life became a hell hole. Nothing was the same, neither were you. You were waiting for Jackson or your father to come and save you, but they never came.

“Do you know why are you here, young lady?” asked one of the guys that stole you.

You didn’t but you wouldn’t communicate with them.

“Your father is a liar, a fraud. He is already on the list of the international police.”

Those words scared you. He must have not talked about your father - that was impossible. It all had to be a misunderstanding, a complete nonsense. These things happened only in films or shows, but not in your life.

Sure, you lived in a mansion - you could be a princess if that was what you wished for. And yet, all you could think about was Jackson and how you two could lead a simple, peaceful life. Everyday people with everyday issues.

Not like now. Specific people with very specific issues.

You were crying without realising it as the man continued his monologue in a heavy foreign accent you couldn’t pinpoint. “He exchanged you for his freedom, darling. He has no interest in you whatsoever so you might as well give this silence up and tell me what he was up to in the last two months.”

So this was why your father never told you a thing about his work. To keep you safe. And then, here you were, held hostage. At least the apartment was nice and nobody even touched you ever since, nor anyone tried to do anything ugly.

“Jaebeom.” A tall young man came into the room, wearing a suit. You haven’t seen him yet. He had a kind face, you thought to yourself. Or so it seemed through your blurry vision. “It’s the boss. He wants to meet her.”

Jaebeom shot you a glare before he abruptly stood up, making his way out. “Watch out for her. She might be sneaky for all I know,” he grumbled and slammed the door shut. Silence fell over the otherwise empty room.

“I’m Yugyeom,” said the tall guy, giving you a little wave. “I like computers.”

You blinked a few times, nodding. The tiredness was quickly catching up on you. “Hi Yugyeom,” you said politely. “Maybe you can be so kind and tell me why am I here.”

“It’s your dad. He’s a naughty guy.”

It absolutely should have not but it made you chuckle quietly. Or you were just desperate. “Nice. See, I didn’t even know about that.”

“It wasn’t a lie what the team leader said,” continued Yugyeom, sitting down on the chair that was previously occupied by Jaebeom. So he was the team leader. “Your father exchanged you for his own freedom.”

“So that’s why you’re holding me here? Cause he was selfish?”

“Not quite...” he trailed off, thinking for a minute. “He was kidnapped by his own mafia gang for having debts. We saved you from the gang that stole you.”

“What?” you shouted suddenly, your voice breaking. Yugyeom jumped at the strong vocals. “It wasn’t you who kidnapped me? Oh my god.”

“We are a secret agency and we work for the state of Korea. Your father was one of the leading secret agents but he has been suspicious for quite a long time now. Finally, we were able to trace his dirty business. Unfortunately, you’re involved, too,” he added quickly, looking at you cautiously. “I suggest you to confess quickly before it will get out of control.”

Your mouth was hanging open. You were feeling the dryness in your throat. “Ehm, do you think I can get a glass of water, please?”

“Sure,” said Yugyeom without hesitation, standing up.

Just in that moment the doors opened harshly, and in it a tall man with a slim, long face was standing. He had a serious look on his face. “No, you cannot until you spit out the truth.”

Yugyeom fidgeted with his hands, looking uneasy.

“I don’t know anything,” you whimpered, your voice pleading. “My father refused to tell me anything. He has a complice that is all I know.”

“Who is it?” asked the tall guy, his voice dark. Chills ran down your back.

You went silent here for a second. The truth was, you wanted to cry from the horrible pain in your heart. Jackson was also involved with your father. He didn’t even save you when they kidnapped you. He must have been a liar, too. And you, foolishly, fell for him, gave yourself to him.

But then why was he being so kind and gentle to you the entire time? Why was he respecting you so much when eventually he would stab you in your back anyway?

You hated yourself. You were embarrassed about the last night you spent with him. Despite your heart arguing with your mind that it was the best thing you could do and that you were truly at your happiest whilst being with him, surrounded by him, your brain held a strong hand above your reckless heart in a strong disapproval.

You sighed, not meeting the man’s eyes. “Jackson. His name is Jackson. I’m not sure about his surname but he isn’t very tall, he is muscly and he doesn’t like warm weather.”

Silence fell over the room. Finally, the tall man entered the room and walked to you before he crouched down so he could look into your face. “Jackson?”

Nodding, you hastily met his dark eyes.

“Mark, I don’t think she is talking about the same person,” said Jaebeom from the doorstep. He gave you a strict gaze. “It must be a different Jackson.”

“I don’t care,” replied silently Mark, looking at you the whole time as he was speaking. “I need answers and I need them now. Yugyeom!” he shouted, making the poor boy jump. “Find all the information on Jackson from the B team. And then find this Jackson dude who doesn’t like warm weather,” he smirked at you before standing up. “Bring her to the headquarters,” he said, turning and walking to the exit. “I’ll have another chat with her in a nicer environment.”

You frowned worriedly when Jaebeom came closer to you, removing your hands from the handcuffs attached to the radiator. “You are lucky to be treated this way,” he started. “If it would be up to me, I wouldn’t have any mercy.”

“Why do you even hate me,” you spat, frustrated and done with his disgusting behaviour. “You didn’t tell me why I’m here, you just keep asking me things I have no clue about and I literally told you everything I know – nothing.”

Jaebeom set his eyes on you, as if analysing. He was silent for a moment, before saying: “Well this is life, princess. Deal with it.”

You scoffed at the stupid nickname, anger boiling inside of you. Within an hour you were escorted through half of Hong Kong to a district you’ve never set your foot to before. You only heard scary stories related to it but that still didn’t ease your excitement and curiosity about this place.

“Where are we going?” you asked a man sitting next to you.

He looked at you, not quite bothered. “Don’t ask.”

“Bam, you don’t need to be harsh to her.”

You looked at the tall guy, Yugyeom, giving him a thankful smile for standing up for you.

When you arrived, you were escorted to a big fancy office where the Mark dude was already sitting in his leather chair, looking out the massive glass wall at the foggy skyline of Hong Kong

“So, you state that you don’t know anything,” he started without any notice.

“Yes,” you replied boldly.

That made him turn in his chair, his face smiley and cheeky. Well that was surprising. What was he smiling about?

“Then I have an idea. It is better for you to cooperate. That is, unless you’re not innocent as you make yourself out to be.”

You gulped and after a minute of hesitation, you nodded.

“Here’s my plan,” said Mark and ushered you towards him, whispering something you would have least expected.

  The upcoming two years have been a whirlwind of emotions. These emotions were too strong for your gentle self to bear. It was all too real, too hurtful and yet, at the end of the day when you would pass out of exhaustion into your freshly made bed, you would feel the strongest sense of accomplishments.

The trainings were hard. They would not let you cry for even a second. There was no room for feelings. As much as you wished to cry about your father becoming such a fraud and a liar who betrayed his own daughter to sell her off for his own freedom was making you feel nauseous and disgusting.

Those nails that looked so much like your father’s? You despised them.

The shape of your eyes? You couldn’t stand them.

That handsome smile of his that was beautifully transformed to a soft, feminine one on your face was one of the reasons why you wouldn’t even bother to raise the corners of your mouth.

Maybe your sudden talent in athleticism was the only thing that could pass as acceptable from things you inherited from your father. But otherwise...

That was it.

And then there was ... him.

Him, who you didn’t want to think of anymore. Him, who still made you weak in many ways, in many places. Him, who didn’t bother to come back to save you because he was too busy to protect your lying father.

Him, whom you loved so dearly. Him, who made you feel loved, beautiful and eternal.

Him, for whom you would give up your own life, him, whom was the kindest man, the most caring, the most wonderful and the most superlative worthy man.

Him, whom you hated so feverishly, it was making you feel dizzy.

---

“Hey, leader.”

Jaebeom was busy tracking a weirdo who kept crashing the servers of the police security cameras when he raised his head from the screen to see tall Yugyeom wave at him through the entire office.

It was alright. Other 100 agents who were working in the department were used to this kind of behaviour, so nobody paid any attention. Nor they did when the leader stood up, adjusted his elegant blazer (he was attending a party afterwards) and walked through the entire room to the PC specialist to see what was so important, that the leader himself had to walk to him.

“Look,” Yugyeom pointed a long, thin finger at the right-side screen.

Jaebeom frowned as he focused his piercing gaze on the screen. It was Jackson. “What is he doing here? I thought agent Wang was overseas.”

“He is done with another mission,” replied Yugyeom as he typed up some codes to the left-side screen. “He is attending a meeting with Mark now. There is unfinished business regarding Y/N’s father.”

“Shit,” sighed Jaebeom and lowered his head, to make the conversation more private. “I thought that bastard was taken care of.”

Yugyeom turned his head ever so slightly, his focus on the leader’s sharp jaw. It was never a good sign when the leaser pushed out his chin. “Well, he wasn’t. He exchanged the girl for his freedom, remember?”

“Alright,” Jaebeom straightened up to his full length, towering over the young boy. “Tell Mark I’m attending the meeting too. I have to talk to Jackson anyway.”

“What about Y/N?”

“What about her?”

“Aren’t we going to tell her he is here in the city?”

Jaebeom looked confused. “Why should we?”

“Because she thinks he is the bad guy.”

The leader smirked, his face twisted in a bitter smile. “Who cares? It’s not like she loves him or something. He doesn’t care about her anyway, why make it more complicated?”

Yugyeom didn’t respond. How was he supposed to tell the leader that it was more than a crush for her, that Jackson was her everything she knew before her life became such a mess.

“You’re right,” he heard himself say, rather automatically. “They will never see each other again.”

“I just wonder what Mark has to do with him in secret that he didn’t notify us about his arrival.”

“All I know is that another team is taking care of some douches in Hong Kong so they are sending him as the main Cantonese representative. After all Jackson truly is a gem in our agency. Not many people have his charms or language skills.”

“That’s true, but Jackson is still part of my team. I thought I am supposed to know where and what my agents are doing. Who else is going to bear responsibility?”

“Got some news, bros.” Agent Bambam, who was walking by Yugyeom’s table, threw the latest newspapers down on the table, the main headline saying “Tax Evasion more Severe”. “It’s happening again,” laughed Bam.

“Aren’t you supposed to be out in the terrain by now? What are you still doing here? Agent Park is expecting you there!” exclaimed Jaebeom strictly.

Bam laughed, clapping his hands. “Team leaderrrrr, chill! That was yesterday, you forgot already?”

“Agent Im is busy with dates, aren’t I right?” Agent Park, or just Jinyoung, appeared from the other side of the table and patted the dissatisfied leader on the back. “You chose a nice blazer for this evening, Jaebeom. She will be pleased. Much better than that fluffy jacket that caused your date immediate allergic reactions last time.”

Jaebeom sighed and massaged his eyes. “How come you all have so much free time on your hands?” he shouted suddenly, making everyone jump. “Get back to your places, now!”

Jinyoung smirked and gave one last pat to Jaebeom’s shoulder before he ventured off with others, leaving poor Yugyeom drained and worried.

“Tell Mark I’m coming,” murmured Jaebeom, not looking at Yugyeom. “And you’re coming with me.”

“Why?” peeped Yugyeom, complete dread written over his face.

Jaebeom frowned in astonishment. “You are my only normal agent here. I can’t count on those ducks,” he replied looking at the others who were silently watching them, smirks under their noses.

--

Marks office was still the same even after two years: minimalistic and with a breathtaking view of Hong Kong’s landscapes.

Jackson was happy to be back in his hometown after countless of missions in China and North Korea. He even forgot that Hong Kong’s air had its own smell.

“How do you see it so far?” asked Mark, sitting in his chair, looking out the window on the slow sundown. “Do you think it will be done by this month?”

“This month?” asked Jackson, surprised. “It’s December.”

Mark let out a breathy laugh, slowly turning in his chair to face his friend. “Oh, I had absolutely no idea it was December. Thank you for telling me.”

Jackson looked down at his intertwined hands. He had some bloody scratches on them, but they were pretty much healed by now. “Sorry I-“

“It’s her birthday, I know,” said Mark matter-of-factly.

Jackson snapped his head up, his face in utter horror. “Whose?”

“C’mon, man, don’t act like an innocent, ignorant boy. I know everything.”

“I’m lost,” said Jackson, still holding up his guard.

“She would probably kill you if she saw you now though,” laughed Mark as if nothing. “She is a little fierce tiger.”

“Why would you talk about her like that?”

“So you do know who I am talking about!” clapped his hands Mark and looked utmost pleased.

Jackson sighed, already tired of the conversation. “What was it you wanted to talk with me about?”

“You possibly cannot kill her father in the month of her birth, right? That would be too much to bear even for me.”

“Yeah, even for you, you emotionless prick,” spitted Jackson and ran his hands over his dark hair. “I can’t believe I’m having this talk with you! Just get to the point so I can get out.”

“Before she discovers you here?”

“Why would she even be in this damn building!” shouted Jackson, genuinely confused and stood up abruptly to walk around the big office.

Mark observed his friend for a little bit before answering. “You two are so alike and yet so different.”

“I refuse to take part in this mission.”

“But it will be beneficial for your position.”

“I don’t care about my position.”

For once, finally, Mark became speechless. He knew Jackson as the back of his hand – hardworking, willing to give up everything just so he could go far in his job, just so he could protect his country from all the evil that was in the streets. This was nothing like that Jackson. He would never refuse to do something for better good. “So a woman can have such a strong influence over a man. Damn, I thought it’s just some poetic bullshit.”

“Mark,” said Jackson, his voice low and threatening. “Stop it.”

“Look at yourself. What are you doing?”

“I am trying to keep myself sane.”

Mark stood up and walked towards fuming Jackson, bending his knees so he could see better the young man’s face. “If you love her, why don’t you face her?”

“You said yourself she would kill me in an instant.”

Mark laughed, straightening up. “I bet she would. But that is not the case.” He paused for a seconds to think over his thoughts. “She loves you. I know how much she suffered after we saved her.”

Jackson gritted his teeth, not wanting to talk about that episode he missed out on. He still couldn’t believe he was not there to save her just in time, right on her eighteenth birthday.

“I have a plan though,” continued Mark. “For it, we will need your team leader to appear. And, of course, I won’t let you kill the man in this month. Nor later. I just need you to be exactly where I need you to be in order for everything to work out well.”

In that moment, there was a knock on the door and Jaebeom stepped in confidently, followed by a not so confident Yugyeom.

“Mark, what the hell?” started Jaebeom, throwing his hands up in the air before he walked to Jackson to hug him. “Are you alright?” he asked him and then gave him the tightest of hugs.

“I’m fine,” Jackson muttered, pleased to see Jaebeom after such a long time.

Mark took a step back and smiled at the team. He made sure to wave brightly at Yugyeom, too. The boy was a talented hacker.

--

“You came to kill me?” asked Jackson, surprised. That was not written in the script.

You gritted your teeth, wanting to beat him up to a pulp. So many emotions were swirling inside of you, so many memories, so many old touches re-emerged on your skin, giving you goosebumps. “I won’t have mercy just like you had zero mercy with me!”

“Shh, stop shouting,” whispered Jackson and held his palm to your mouth.

You bit it strongly, making him yelp in surprise. He stepped back a few steps, looking alarmed when he suddenly saw you holding a dagger in your right hand. Aimed... right at him.

“Y/N,” he murmured, worry in his eyes.

“You will listen to me!” you shouted. Your in-ear was blowing up with Jaebeom’s and Yugyeom’s instructions but you wouldn’t care. You needed to finish this business, so you could have your peace of mind. “I loved you. I cared for you so much. I knew nothing about the world because you were my only world, my only dream I had! And you ruined it.”

“Wait, Y/N, let me explain. I loved you. Hell, I still love you so much! I waited for you for so long...”

Little tears were pricking at your deadly eyes; they were too hot for the cold skin covering your cheeks. Before you could say anything more, something big blew up not that far away from you two. Jackson sprung out to cover your shocked body, making both of you fall heavily on the floor.

His face was too close for you to not like it and you hated it. He was searching your eyes, making sure you weren’t hurt.

But you were crying. Shaking. Tired and scared and confused because he was finally there and yet you wanted to push him away. He wouldn’t let you though. He quickly stood up and helped you stand, pulling you towards the fire exit. “You’ve got to get out of here, you hear me? Go away, go back to Jaebeom.”

You didn’t have time to be surprised at how he knew all that information, you just went with it. “You are coming too, right?” you breathed, swallowing the painful lump in your throat. “Please, don’t leave me, Jackson.”

He turned around to shoot you a look you couldn’t quite define. It was full of worry, uncertainty and sadness. “I have to finish this mission.”

“But it is my mission and I don’t want you to participate in it.”

He stopped to look you properly in your eyes. Your mission? How exactly was this your mission, he wanted to ask.

The alarms went off above your heads. It didn’t budge Jackson though. He cupped your cheeks ever so gently, still treating you like a porcelain doll. “I will come back. And we will talk everything out, you hear me? I will find you and I swear to God, I will not let you go for a second,” he breathed, inching closer to your bloody lips. “I will not let you go.”

You leaned in. It was so inappropriate and so stupidly film-like, but you couldn’t help your feelings.

God, he was your everything.

Just before his cut lips could finally, finally touch yours, another bomb went off, sending pieces of bricks your way. You both just managed to dive but it was not quick enough. Your face got a deep, ugly and very painful cut just under your left eye, sending tiny daggers into your head. You screamed from pain, immediately reaching out to cover your face, hoping it would ease the pain.

Jackson grabbed your hands, pushing them aside to see. His big eyes scanned the cut. You felt the warm blood trailing down your cheek. It looked like you cried blood.

“Wait, don’t move,” said Jackson sternly touching gently the skin around the cut. Eventually, he looked into your eyes and sighed. “Let’s get out of here. Right now.”

Just then you noticed Jackson also had an in-ear, getting instructions. You both must have been connected to Jaebeom as he was the leader of this mission. But you didn’t understand why you didn’t know about Jackson’s participation in this.

He held your hand tightly, leading you out.

“Y/N if you don’t get out of there this instant, I swear to god I’ll make sure you will never get employed in your whole goddamned life!” shouted Jaebeom. “Yugyeom, if you ever recommend this loser of an agent again, I’ll kick you out too!” you heard in the background.

Yeah, do it, you thought to yourself. You had Jackson now. You didn’t need anything at all in this world. Your everything was already there-

You finally reached the exit to the outside world. Jackson pushed you ahead of him. Behind the doors would be the secret service team that was supposed to save both of you stuck in the building. You turned quickly to see Jackson’s face but was horrified when you saw a man behind him. He was tattooed and tall and had a mask and he was holding a long, sharp knife aimed ... right at Jackson.

No. No. Nobody was allowed to aim a weapon at Jackson, only you were.

Before you realised what you were doing, you smashed Jackson aside, who could only see the horror in your eyes, confused. Thanks to your quick reflexes, you smashed the knife out of the man’s hand, his painful wail the only sound in the alarm-filled building.

“NO! Y/N get out!” shouted Jackson.

The man gave you a strong slap, making your head snap to the left. Your hair got stuck in the blood. You felt yourself being dragged out. “Wait,” you murmured, seeing stars from the blow. “Jackson.”

Jackson received several blows into his back as he was shielding your body, trying to get you out of the building. Mark would save you, he knew it.

He reached for the door, opening it and tried to run with you, but your head was spinning and hanging down, falling into a painful daze. His heart clenched tightly, a sudden aggressive rage taking over his emotions. Agents ran to get you and Jackson was already turning to fight the intruder when he spotted the same dagger in his hand. That ass retrieved it again.

Jackson, still in pain from the previous blows into his back, had slowed reflexes despite him clenching his teeth to fight the numbness. One cut, two cuts, three cuts. Jackson smashed the guy into the wall and hit his face with fists while using martial arts to paralyse him.

“Quickly, go help him, I’ve got her now,” you heard from afar as a strange pair of hands were taking you into the nearby van. Alarms could be still heard in the background, but you had your own alarms in your head, your body heavy. It felt like there was an earthquake.

“Where is Jackson,” you murmured, your eyes closed.

“Agent Rick and agent Tom, go to your positions immediately! Help Agent Wang now! Team 5, prepare the guns!”

The doors on the van suddenly closed and all the sound was pushed out. Now it was just ringing in your head. Opening your eyes, you saw blurry Youngjae who was focusing on your arm. You felt a little sting. By the time you fell asleep, you managed to frown from the pain.

--

Jackson didn’t show up the next year.

He was lying in the hospital as he almost got killed in that fight.

You were not allowed to see him and out of safety reasons, you were taken to the main headquarters in Seoul to be sure you wouldn’t go see him.

“He is in a horrible state, Y/N,” said Yugyeom, not looking your way as he was searching some information on the internet in the office. “It’s for the better.”

You wanted to pull your hair out. You cried many nights. You lied awake many sleepless nights. There was no more fire behind your trainings either. Those, who hurt Jackson, got killed and taken care of thanks to Mark.

Oh, Mark. Right. “You know, he was actually never the bad guy,” he told you one day when he decided you were strong enough to withstand the whole truth. “The entire time, he was spying on your father as he was on our list of suspicious businessmen for quite some time. Jackson never mentioned you, though, which is strange. In his reports, he didn’t state there was any daughter. He only focused on the updates about your father’s whereabouts.”

This meant Jackson was doing everything for the state security and, along the way; he was trying to protect you as well. He fell in love with you deeply and very unexpectedly.

Your heart was heavy once again. You blamed Jackson for so many things and even treated him badly before he was shot and taken to the hospital, while all he was trying to do was to save you. If your loser-self wouldn’t pass out from a single blow, no doubt you would throw yourself in front of the bullet.

But now, the only thing left for you was to pray and hope Jackson would recover soon so you could see him. So you could finally tell him you loved him.

  It was December, your birthday to be exact, when Mark said: “You should stop worrying about him for now,” he patted your shoulder as he spotted the big, dark bags under your blood-shot eyes exactly. “He is the strongest man I ever met – and trust me, I did have the pleasure to meet some cool dudes.���

It didn’t help you that much but you managed to lift the corners of your mouth nonetheless. It still warmed your heart that he was trying to cheer you up on your birthday.

“That’s my girl,” smiled Mark at the sight of your little smile. Once Mark left, Yugyeom came by your desk as he always did to check up on you, to listen to you and, to wish you a happy birthday.

Yugyeom was what the world defined as a real friend. Previously, you had fake friends only and then Jackson. To have Yugyeom was such a breath of fresh air, such a relief and you were thankful for his constant care for you although he didn’t have to do any of it.

“What will you do once he returns?” quipped Yugyeom, sitting down in the empty chair after he cheered on you and surprised you with a little birthday cupcake.

You hummed thinking, imagining, and your heart jumping. “Say hi.”

Yugyeom almost choked on his saliva as he was trying to hold back his laughter. “That sounds fun!”

“Why, what should I do?” you asked, confused at his funny reaction.

Yugyeom looked at you, gently shaking his head. He was always astonished the way you were thinking – so simply and so naively. “I meant once when you guys warm up to each other,” he said eventually, not answering your question.

He knew exactly how you two were feeling about each other. It was one thing when you poured your heart out to him while Jackson was not around and another thing was for Yugyeom to witness with his own two eyes that day when it all happened. When he saw yours and Jackson’s bodies running out of the building, you half-unconscious and Jackson protecting you with his own body before giving you to the running agents... And then the blows he received...

Yugyeom had a hard time himself to sleep at night. Jackson was dear to his heart, always one of the only agents who would believe in Yugyeom’s ability as a professional hacker, always encouraging, always supporting.

“No, Yugyeom, you don’t get it,” said Jackson once, shaking his hand wildly to prove his point, “I’m your biggest fan.”

Yugyeom would hardly survive the idea that Jackson would not make it out of his recovery.

You pursed your lips, still trying to think of some good words to utter. “Talk like before all the events happened.”

“I see,” nodded Yugyeom thoughtfully, understanding he would not get more information from you.

“Are you trying to get something specific out of me? Just ask straight-forwardly.”

“Nope, actually, it’s better not to know,” he said quickly, blush creeping into his cheeks.

“Agent Kim!” Yugyeom almost fell off the chair at the sound of Jaebeom’s demanding voice echoing through the open office. “Where is the last week’s analysis of Burn’s Shop?!”

“Oh, shit. I’ve gotta go,” muttered Yugyeom, immediately getting up and sprinting over to his desk.

You smiled softly, shaking your head. Silly goose.

“Y/N!” shouted Jaebeom at you. Now it was your turn to jump. “Did you discuss the internal system shut down with agent Kim yet?!”

Oh my god, you thought to yourself, immediately collecting the papers that were necessary for the upcoming meeting. You forgot about it as later that day an official ceremony was happening to pay respect to the agents and to receive the certificates from the state organisation.

You rushed over to Yugyeom who sat down on top of his desk before you both started to go through the necessary data. By now you were a pro in this so you could finally feel important in your existence.

You were just in the middle of the discussion when you heard two colleagues that were passing by whispering excitedly that Jackson was back.

Yugyeom stopped mid-sentence, looking at you with big brown eyes of realisation.

Without any hesitation, you set down the papers you were holding tightly in your hands, setting off to a little sprint to catch up with the two ladies, stopping them. “Hey,” you breathed, trying to push down the passionate eagerness, “do you know where Jackson is?”

“He just passed by our office a few minutes ago,” they replied, blush still obvious from the encounter with him. Thanking them, you glanced at their name tag, seeing “Finance department” written under their names.

Feeling your heart beat heavily, you rushed to the finance department, desperately searching for his face. God, you would finally see his face. You couldn’t believe it.

As soon as you reached the first office of the department, you spoke even before opening the door. “Have you seen Jackson?”

“He just left to greet the IT team,” they replied, staring at your impatient face.

You ran down the corridor, passing by agents and officers, hoping to get a glimpse of the familiar face. You ended up passing Yugyeom again, by then breathless.

“He was here literally a few minutes ago,” started Yugyeom, reading your pleading face perfectly as usual. “He was asking about you. He went searching for you, but he has to be in the main hall in-“ he checked his wrist watch, “-now.”

Oh. So Jackson was going to be among the awarded agents. How could that not pass your mind? You were so busy thinking about when you will finally see his face that you didn’t even think about today’s ceremony. You even brought a pretty dress because it was a necessity for the occasion.

Your heart was thundering in your chest, the desperation making you give out dissatisfied grunts.

He was back. Jackson was back. He recovered. He came back and he wanted to see you. You.

Running down the hall, you made your way to the main entrance, knowing he would be there to greet all the important people of the state organisation. But you didn’t expect such a big crowd. Standing on your tiptoes, you tried to see his head in the massive wave of people but you were dragged into the main hall, where the banquet would take place later on.

Angry tears were prickling behind your eyes. You had only one wish and that was to finally see his face. You looked to your right where there was a massive terrace overlooking a beautiful garden. You turned again, tiptoeing, when... when you spotted him.

Your heart jumped painfully when you noticed he had his eyes already set on you, intently, and yet it seemed like they were screaming, too.

Emotions of love overtook your insides. You both tried to push your way to each other but you were unwillingly dragged to the side, just next to the glass wall. Out of frustration, you made your way out to the terrace, the cold air giving you a chance to finally catch your breath. You headed to the hidden corner where no eyes could see you just when somebody grabbed your arm hurriedly, turning you around, and their lips crashing to yours.

You saw Jackson’s closed eyes but you were melting already. His kiss was harsh and needy, walking you backwards to the concrete wall and caging you in, giving you zero chance of escape. Not like you would...

Pressing forward, you let out a desperate whimper as you brushed your fingers through his dark, gentle hair. Jackson inhaled through his nose, opening your mouth to devour you completely.

He was desperate just like you, if not even more. Waiting for you for years... First for you to grow into a suitable age, and then the kidnapping, then years of no contact to save you... until you found each other just to be separated again. He was more than done waiting, ready to give you his all.

You made out for a few minutes before you separated to catch your breath. Breathing heavily, drunk with emotions, you looked at him through lidded eyes, holding his face in your palms. “You are alive,” you whispered.

Jackson’s eyes were endearingly boring into yours, smiling. “I am alive.”

Feeling the burn behind your eyes, you pressed your swollen lips together. “I was so worried, Jackson. I thought you were not going to make it and then they wouldn’t let me even see you,” you rambled on quickly, “and I thought I was not going to survive the pressure, the uncertainty.”

“Shh,” he said, pressing his index finger to your lips, “don’t talk about it now. I am here and I am not going to leave your side, Y/N. Ever again.”

You sighed, closing your eyes for a moment. He nudged your nose with his, making you open your eyes again. “I love you,” you spilled.

There was a second of silence. Did he hear well or was it maybe some imagination? Was he still not recovered? Did you really just say that you... “I love you,” he heard himself respond right away, pressing a delicate peck to your lips. Then another one. And another one.

You giggled, his playfulness very familiar. “I don’t think I will let you go tonight,” you said seriously, stars in your eyes, “nor later. I don’t think I will be able to at all.”A high-pitched laugh left his mouth, your smile broadening at the sound of it. “That’s good news then, because I don’t plan on doing that either. We have so much to catch up on. And also,” he said, inching closer to your ear while his free hand wandered around your waist and lifted your shirt up a little bit, sending pleasurable shivers down your spine. “Happy birthday, my love.”

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Intronalysis part 1

Hello Medespelers! I’m Hazel, and this is a new series (of three parts) where I analyse the intro’s of the Sanders Sides videos. To catch all references and forshadowing that are easily overlooked.

I didn’t have a name for this yet, so I’ll just call it Intronalysis. It’s essentially a sub section of my lore talk series anyway. In this first part, I will discuss all episode intros of season 0, aka the first seven episodes of the series. Enjoy!

Episode 1 My True Identity

The very first Sanders Sides video, which came out back in 2016. For a fan of the series, this episode feels messy and maybe little off. That’s because Thomas had never expected this video to become so popular, so treated this like a one time thing where he talks to his Logic, Morality and Creativity. Only those three: Anxiety gets introduced in the third video.

So where does this humble beginning start? In bed. Yeah. Thomas is surrounded by stuffed animals and asks the audience for a couple more seconds, as he presses snooze on his phone alarm. Relatable, not very deep, and it didn’t have to be.

Episode 2 Way Too Adult

This is a video concerning a subject everyone has to face: becoming a responsible adult. Thomas fustratingly aknowledges that he’s worn the same shirt a lot. The ‘circle shirt’ had been an inside joke for early fans, because Thomas wore it a lot both in his vines and youtube videos.

Episode 3 Taking On Anxiety

Anxiety joins the cast in this video as the series’ first antagonist. In the intro, Thomas exclaims he doesn’t give a fork. It is bleeped however, giving the impression of swearing. This is a reference to his reputation as someone who doesn’t swear, but has been making jokes about it. For example, in his vines Thomas sometimes used the loop to his advantage, bleeped a swear (while saying something else, like this intro) or cutting it off.

Episode 4 Lying To Myself

The first musical episode, and the first one with all four main sides present. At the start, Thomas holds up a pokéball and says 2016 has evolved in 2017. Or devolved. This is a reference to the new year, (this video came out on the second of January) and the cartoonseries Pokémon. Thomas has made a lot of references to this series, most notably in his vine series Pokémon Pranks with Friends.

Episode 5 Dark Side of Disney

This was a wonderful episode which gave us prinxiety content, and even bonding over their shared passion: Disney. This intro was the first one for which I had to do some real research. The phrase “And now, our featured presentation.” was part of a company bummer (a short video clip on every VHS tape, to see who it was released by. Later also on DVDs). In this case, Touchstone Pictures. That might not sound familiar, but the name Disney probably does.

Touchstone Pictures is a film distribution label through which the Walt Disney Studios release films which have mature themes, darker tones and are aimed more at adults. Contrary to the own label, which has a fantastical and often kid-friendly marketing.

Thomas, being in his late twenties, has probably seen this message on several films as a kid since Touchstone Pictures released films like Who Framed Roger Rabbit, Good Morning Vietnam and suprisingly, the first release of The Nightmare Before Chrismas.

As someone who is both Gen Z and raised in a non-english speaking country, I actually didn’t know what this was a reference to. So this was fun to research!

Episode 6 I’m In A Disney Show

The video opens with Thomas being dressed in a robe and round glasses, snickering to himself about the Harry Potter book in his hand. He also holds a wand. He then realises he’s being watched and tries, then fails to cover up and accidentily reveals he does this all the time.

Why such an obvious reference to the Harry Potter franchise, while the rest of the video doesn’t mention it or seemingly has nothing in common with it? Well, my theory about this intro is that it isn’t about Harry Potter at all, but it’s about Thomas dressing up as something he enjoyed as a child, and still does. Which relates to the point of the video, which is that Thomas got to play aka, “dress up and pretend” in a show for Disney (Something he enjoyed as a kid, and still does). Does that make sense? I think it does.

Episode 7 Mind vs Heart

If Dark Side Of Disney was the prinxiety episode, this was the logicality one. With a lot of relatable cut-away scenes and onesies?!! How or Why are not important, the sides have onesies.

Thomas starts the intro with a seemingly boastful sentence about how this is his vlog and all other vlogs are just as good in their own right and need to be respected as such. Then he strikes a ‘cool’ pose and airhorns toot.

Once again, I think we should focus on the symbolism rather than the actions. Thomas pretends to say something pretentious that would probably stir up conflict, and then replaces that with mutual respect. In the same way, Logic and Morality in this video start off with fustration and disagreements. Then Thomas helps them to compromise and resolve the conflict.

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[jincherie]

Tape II: Dusk Rendezvous [M]

➛pairing: taehyung x reader x jimin ➛genre: smut, superhero!au, supervillain!au, superpower!au ➛words: 22.5k+ ➛rating: nsfw ➛warnings: light bondage, blindfolds, cuffs (again), smut: threesome, explicit sexual content, double penetration (vaginal), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, orgasm denial (?), face riding, oral (giving & receiving), dom!jimin, dom!tae (except jimin is like... ult dom), d/s undertones,,, its a fucking ride in the park alright and i hope i didnt forget to tag somethigndjdj ➛note: holy fuck someone send me to a fucking priest

When Tempest is away, little Lure and Copycat come out to play. Too bad they don’t plan on playing nice.

↼posted; 25.04.2018

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“Don’t let yourself get anywhere alone with those two.”

It was a warning you’d pondered ever since Tempest, the villain you shared your bed with on more than one occasion, had departed the city a week or so ago. In his words, he had to “make a trip”, and you had no idea where or why but honestly didn’t care too much. He was a big boy— he was a supervillain, for crying out loud. He could do what he wanted. Well… except lay waste to Sunset City. That had been one of your terms, after all. When you’d met him for the first time after that… riveting encounter so many weeks ago, he’d proposed a deal of sorts. In short, the dynamic you’d managed to work yourself into was that of a friends-with-benefits kind of deal, except you weren’t really friends. So technically it was more of an enemies-with-benefits kind of thing.

Back to topic, when you agreed to the deal you had both done it on certain terms. For him, he was no longer allowed to lay waste to the city as he had before. He was still a villain, of course, but you had no idea what he focused his time on nowadays— and so long as it didn’t directly affect you, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care. For you, you had agreed to stop trying to arrest him. It had wounded your pride a bit, you would admit, but you also knew you couldn’t have a proper fuck buddy if that fuck buddy was in jail, so… you’d begrudgingly accepted those terms. The only other rule you had both agreed to, was that you didn’t try to find out the other’s identity. You were more than okay with this— you knew that if you ever discovered his real identity the resulting revelation that he was a person too would throw your emotions and sense of judgement into a mess. It was easier to just view him as a villain, someone inherently bad, because if you discovered his alter persona, who he was in his real life, then you knew you would begin to empathise. And from there… it was a slippery slope you were keen to avoid. You’d seen the movies, and you weren’t going to fall into that trap. You liked to think you were smarter than that.

It had been almost two months after you’d made that agreement, solidified that ‘relationship’ you could say, and it was going well up until a week ago. Your sexual needs were being met— exceeded, even— and your tattered reputation as a superhero was beginning to mend itself back together. Now it wasn’t always you getting mocked at the weekly superhero alliance meetings, and you couldn’t have been more pleased at the development.

But then, after your most recent rendezvous with the elusive Tempest—or as you knew him, Jay— when you were laying and basking in your post-coitus high before you both inevitably redressed and left, he’d stretched and dropped the news of his departure on you. This was also when he’d slipped in that warning that hadn’t left your mind since.

Your eyes had been drawn to the lithe, toned curve of his back as he stretched like a cat and turned to face you. You both kept your masks on, of course, but depending on what Jay had planned whenever he called you over, the suits were often first to go.

“I have to go for a bit,” he’d said, angelic smile curving his lips. Your eyes narrowed. Nothing good ever came when he flashed that smile.

“What do you mean?” you asked, blinking as he continued smiling.

“I mean what I said, little firefly,” he waited a moment before continuing. “Something has come up that I have to… take care of, and as a result I’ll have to leave the city for a bit.”

You’d frowned, quickly realising that this meant you were going to be back at square one for a while—and now that you’ve tasted what you can have when he’s around, you knew your hand wasn’t going to cut it anymore. Tempest had awoken a hunger in you all those weeks ago that you weren’t capable of taking care of yourself. You knew it, he knew it—and for this reason you were a little pissed at him for leaving.

He hadn’t stuck around long, but that wasn’t unusual. He spoke again as he slipped his suit back on, pausing in the movements to throw a small flip phone your way. Your hand whipped to catch it, reflexes still on point even after certain tiring activities. The plastic was cool to the touch, gleaming black in the low light.

“I’ll contact you on that phone,” he said, a certain gleam in his eyes. “Don’t worry, I shouldn’t be gone more than a couple weeks.”

You rolled your eyes, reclining a moment longer. “You say this like I’d miss you.”

Jay had chuckled as he bent, zipping and lacing his boots up. You had no idea how he managed to redress so quickly—the slow speed at which you slipped back into your own suit was, quite frankly, humiliating compared to this. It was why you tended to remain lazily in bed that bit longer than he did.

“I think we both know you will,” he said with a smirk, before straightening and tilting his head. At your frown something foreign flashed in his eyes. “Don’t get so worked up, little firefly. I’ll miss you too.”

Something had stirred deep in the recesses of your chest at that, but you’d refused to acknowledge it. Why open a can when you knew it was full of worms?

“Of course you will,” you said, a smug undertone carried on the edge of your words. “Who wouldn’t?”

Jay sent you a half-hearted glare, and you grinned at the fact you’d irked him a little by turning the tables and teasing him instead. One of his dark brows rose.

“I thought we were done with the paddle,” he said, hip cocking as he straightened and shifted his weight. “Do I need to get it back out?”

You winced at the threat, your ass throbbing just at the mention. “… No.”

Jay blinked and the angelic smile returned, if a bit smug. “That’s what I thought. Watch your mouth, baby. It might get you in trouble— again.”

You’d fought a shiver at the pet name. You glared at his back as he gathered his belt and other items he’d brought. “I’m gonna beat your ass next time I see you in the street,” you grumbled softly, since you weren’t stupid enough to toe that line and say it any louder.

Jay had halted in the doorway, pinning you with a look that you didn’t have time to read. “Take care of yourself while I’m gone,” he said, tone completely serious. Something shifted in his eyes behind the mask, and at the sight of him in his full Tempest garb you were reminded once more that you were currently fraternizing with the enemy and couldn’t muster a single shit to give. Jay was silent a moment before he spoke once more.

“Lure and Copycat,” he began, eyes holding yours. “Don’t let yourself get anywhere alone with them.”

You’d sent him a quizzical look, mouth opening to question his words, but he was gone before a single sound could escape. You had no idea what he’d meant by that, especially since the other two villains that occupied your city hardly ever caused you as much trouble as he did. For the most part they did their own thing, they were sneakier with their crimes simply because most of the time the goal wasn’t to tarnish your reputation and humiliate you in front of the city— unlike Tempest. He’d delighted in getting directly under your skin, and still did to be honest. You’d actually argue that getting a reaction from you of any kind was one of his favourite pastimes.

You hadn’t really paid much heed to his warning, despite the fact it hadn’t left your mind ever since he’d uttered it on his parting breath. Copycat and Lure were both attractive and reasonably dangerous, but you didn’t perceive them as much of a threat. For the most part, they kept to themselves, you’d only tangled with them a few times since they’d made a name for themselves and even then they hadn’t been fighting you to win. If you had to describe it, it was almost like they were… testing the waters, in a way— gauging your skills, limits, ability. But, like you said, Tempest was your main contender in this city. The other two didn’t even attack often enough to really make much of a threatening impression. That was what you’d thought, anyway. Then Tempest had departed on his ‘trip’.

And it turned out you were wrong.

Out of nowhere, the second Tempest was no longer around, the villains had doubled their efforts. You’d been called to fight them at least three times in the past week, and it hadn’t even been a week since Tempest had left—he’d been gone four days at most. That was almost one attack a day. At this point, you were tiring, and it was beginning to take a toll on your sleep. You didn’t know what they wanted—they were causing chaos in your city but there was no clear motive, no goal or reason for their actions that you could see.  They may have been rated lower on the Potential Chaos scale than Tempest, but there was two of them and by yourself you could just barely take them. You’d been forced to call in backup on numerous occasions.

Now, as it happened, was one of those such occasions.

Suga, the superhero that went by the name Anti and usually protected Aurora City, was one of your closest friends among your superhero colleagues—

And also the person who just went flying past you to slam into the wall.

The mint-haired male let out a loud groan, boot-clad feet sliding against the dust and rubble on the ground before he managed to brace himself. The brick wall behind him bent in slightly from the force of his impact, and fragments of mortar and clay crumbled in his wake as he pushed off and stumbled forward. He was panting slightly, using the split-second he had before the enemy was back upon him to catch his breath. His eyes caught yours from behind his mask and he offered a cheeky grin before he disappeared from sight, his body shifting and melting into the background with a mirage-like effect. You shook your head; no matter how many times you saw him turn invisible you didn’t ever think you would get used to it.

Your attention was quickly torn from your friend back to the matter at hand when the cool, sharp metal of a throwing knife whistled past your face. You spun, quickly catching sight of the villain responsible. While Copycat had decided to go after Suga, you were left to deal with Lure. Your abilities meant that even with his own, he was at a disadvantage, and had been forced to resort to more primitive methods of attack. Lure, the tangerine-haired villain with dark eyes like warm embers smouldering from behind his mask and full, pillowy lips almost always stretched in an indulgent grin, possessed not only an ability loosely termed telepathy, but another that the people had dubbed compulsion. It was just a few small limitations short of mind control, and combined with his telepathic abilities, meant he was a very dangerous and capable individual— against everyone except you, that is.

Your power resided in light—you could manipulate it, control it. It was very much a part of your person. The way you most often utilised this power was by focusing the energy in your palms, and shooting concentrated beams of light from your palms. Of course, you’d tried making lasers, but it was much harder in practice than in theory and drained so much concentration and energy that you were always left with an intense case of the munchies afterwards. You’d thought those, and a few other things, had been the extent of your abilities— but then you encountered Lure for the first time, and discovered that his powers didn’t work on you. You’d conferred with RM after the fight and he had come up with a theory.

Everything about your power projected outwards—light, heat, everything. When telepaths attempted to tune into and read your thoughts, they were met with fuzzy bright light. It was as though the light that had interwoven itself so intimately with your being acted as a shield, protecting you from others who might attempt to do you harm with the more insidious, subtle kind of powers. RM thought that just like the rest of your abilities, your thoughts likely projected outwards, as well as your emotions, but the other aspects of your powers acted as a shield that prevented them from getting out and others getting in. He said this, because one time when you’d actually gotten into a fight with the local telepath in the alliance—a testy female that went by the alias Glimmer and didn’t particularly like you or your snarky comments— you’d gotten knocked out cold, and it was only then that she had access to your mind. Of course, being unconscious, your mind didn’t particularly project anything juicy, so Glimmer was especially and understandably disappointed, and despite the hole blown in your pride at your ‘loss’ you were smug that in the end you’d still won.

Back to the topic at hand, that was the working theory as to why Lure’s powers didn’t work on you. You had to thank your lucky stars, because you couldn’t think of anything that would be more humiliating than becoming the puppet of the local villain—one with a lower rating than Tempest on the Potential Chaos scale, no less!

Your attention was drawn momentarily to the side where an object was picked up and thrown seemingly by nothing—Suga’s invisibility was almost seamless until he was forced to interact with his environment. Copycat, the half of the villain duo you were fighting that had decided to go after your camouflaged friend, was quick to dodge the cylindrical hunk of metal hurled his way. You would have laughed at the fact that the mint-haired hero had thrown a trash bin at the enemy if you weren’t so pressed for time and under attack yourself. Copycat pressed his palm against the side of the building to his right, the entirety of his arm becoming enveloped and solidifying into the same concrete as the building’s wall. Substance mimicry must have been a fun ability to have, you mused.

The other half of the villain duo, the one you were meant to be fighting, was quick to capture your attention once more with another throwing knife whizzing dangerously close past your face. You resisted the urge to jump at the fright it gave you, turning your body and quickly shooting a beam his way in annoyance. He dodged with the ease and grace of a dancer, body weaving through the air fluidly from one stance to another. When his head was tilted up once more there was a large grin on display for you to see.

“You’re losing focus, Spark!” he called, airy tone carrying an edge of something indiscernible that made your stomach stir peculiarly. Ever since the week had begun and they’d increased their attacks and changed their techniques, you’d seen a lot more of them, and had been exposed to new, unfamiliar feelings and sensations in their presence. This, was one of them, and although it wasn’t necessarily a bad feeling, it was confusing, and you didn’t like it. It put you at a disadvantage.

Annoyed that he was actually catching you off guard and you weren’t as focused as you could be, you shot two quick beams at him and smiled when he dodged the first but the second grazed his leg. He hissed, a noise even you could hear from your position several yards away, and grimaced. You swiftly dodged another knife as it was thrown your way, “I think you’re mistaken— I’m not the one that’s been hit, after all!”

You were expecting a glare of sorts in response, but all you received was a loud, boisterous laugh. Your stomach flipped, brows furrowing at the unexpected reaction.

“Adorable,” the male cooed, pausing in his attack for a moment to shift his weight and cock his slim hips, the thick, shapely muscles of his thighs bulging and catching your eyes as he did so. He pointed to your leg, recapturing your attention, “Too busy talking back to dodge were you, princess?”

You followed the direction of his finger with your eyes and were alarmed to see a cut in your suit, blood trickling from a thin gash on your thigh and staining your skin bright crimson. Fuck, you hadn’t even felt it. You glared at the male, deciding then and there that you’d had enough. You were tired, and sore, and you wanted to go home.

“Shut up,” you grumbled, beginning to walk closer. The male paused his laughter, watching you with a hint of alarm. His body tensed, muscles coiled and ready to spring him away at a moments notice. You sent him an unimpressed look, “I’m not in the mood for your shit today, man.”

You raised your hand with a flick, throwing another beam of light his way and following it up with one more when he leapt to the side. His expression told you he was wary, completely aware that you had the advantage here, but he didn’t move to run. Instead, he turned his gaze to meet yours, dark eyes curving with the sly grin that tugged the corners of his plush lips.

“So moody,” he purred, daring to take several steps forward and relishing in the hint of alarm that glimmered across your features at the bold action. “Our darling Violet Spark must be finding it very hard to relieve stress with her lover out of town.”

You froze, eyes shooting wide. Fuck, what the fuck— he knew about you and Tempest? How?! The villain had assured you he didn’t share the tape with anyone, and you’d always checked perimeters before meeting him anywhere. In the midst of your mini-crisis Lure had gotten even closer, and you hurried to throw another concentrated beam at him when you realised he was only a few metres away. He rolled his torso to the side, spinning on the ball of his foot so that he was quickly facing you once more, and he lunged forward. You let out a low gasp, quickly leaning and pivoting back on your foot. His fist flew past you, right into the space where your head had just been, and you pushed yourself to counterattack before he recovered his balance.

Digging your back foot into the ground to brace yourself, you swung your elbow towards his face, allowing the movement to flow through your torso and engage your core muscles. Lure ducked, glossy tangerine locks flying as he went, and re-centred himself to throw another strong punch at your abdomen.

You’d been fighting for a fair while already, and it had taken its toll on your stamina. Your limbs were already growing heavy, beams of light thrown from your palms weaker. The both of you knew that the winner of this fight would be made clear in the next couple of minutes.

For someone whose powers were more mental, and didn’t have a physical manifestation, Lure was in no way as unpractised or unfit as one might assume. You could tell he trained not only his mind, but his body too. Each hit that he managed to land on you would leave deep bruises for days, each kick that met your flesh biting so deep with such force that you were sure you’d come close on more than one occasion to leaving with broken bones.

On the other hand, you knew your skills in physical combat were in no way shoddy— and coupled with your abilities, you knew Lure likely had suffered a generous amount of burns and bruises at your own hands. You couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad though, especially not when he was giving you so much trouble.

You increased your efforts, fighting now with the intention to win, or at least weaken him enough that he would accept a draw and you could leave. Gradually, you managed to land more and more hits, the male tiring the longer you tangled. Of course, you weren’t exempt from exhaustion either, and Lure managed to deliver two strong punches to your shoulder and thigh when you attempted a high kick and missed your mark.

Finally, you managed to turn the fight in your favour. As the tangerine-haired male lunged forward, swinging at your face, you allowed your body to drop and your leg to extend, sweeping his own out from under him. He fell with a sharp yelp and you dropped your body weight onto him, whipping the power-neutralising cuffs from your belt and slapping them around his wrists before he realised what was happening.

“You’re done for tonight, sweetheart,” you panted, out of breath and doing your best to ignore the pain radiating within your body. Lure stared up at you for a moment, bewildered at the sudden turn of events. You didn’t even realise the compromising position you were in with your thighs either side of his hips and hand holding his own above him with the cuffs, until his expression shifted and his eyes darkened as they bored into yours. Plump, pillowy lips tugged up into a lascivious smirk and heat flooded your face along with realisation of your current positioning.

The villain didn’t even need to say anything, the heat in his dark, smouldering eyes as they burned into your own spoke enough. Your stomach flipped, heart stuttering as a sensation you knew all too well began to trickle into your abdomen. Fuck, abort, abort—

“Spark! You got him handled?”

You started at the sound of your friend’s voice, scrambling off of the smug villain you’d been straddling and doing your best to ignore the embarrassed flush scorching your cheeks. Suga materialised several feet away, dragging a cuffed and pouting Copycat by the neck of his suit behind him.

“You bastard,” the male with ashen hair hissed through clenched teeth as Suga dragged him over rubble and cement. “You’re scuffing my boots—they’re Gucci.”

The mint-haired hero rolled his eyes, allowing him to drop next to his orange-haired accomplice. The two of you needed to get out of there soon—those cuffs wouldn’t last much longer. Thanks to a certain someone in the alliance— you were betting on either Jin or JK, honestly— and an incident involving the old power-neutralising cuff models, some good old-fashioned discourse, and thirteen hours spent stuck in the basement of some building on the outskirts of town, the leaders of the alliance had decided unanimously to change protocol and the kind of cuffs issued to heroes. The old cuffs never wore off, and remained unwavering in the face of their wearers—which was a factor that had most definitely contributed to the messiness of the incident, as RM had dubbed it. They now no longer supplied those cuffs to you, and instead distributed a different kind—handcuffs that still neutralised powers, but only for a limited amount of time. It was… inconvenient, and now made it that much harder to arrest and bring in villains—the cuffs never lasted long enough for you to properly apprehend them.

Hence, why you were now dusting your hands of the villains and preparing to hightail it out of there with Suga. You’d learnt not to stay around after the cuffs wore off, since the people you slapped them onto were hardly ever happy about it.

“Thanks for your help man, they’re running me into the ground,” you murmured to Suga as you moved away from the troublesome duo. You knew that realistically he couldn’t see the dark bags forming under your eyes from lack of proper sleep, but it still felt like he caught sight of them when he turned his dark gaze to your face.

“It’s no problem,” the male said with a soft and amused, if somewhat tired, smile. “I know they’ve been acting up a lot more in the past week—makes me wonder what they’re up to.”

You hummed in agreement, unable to help it as you peeked over your shoulder to where the subjects of your conversation sat like scolded children, minus the regret. You were startled to find both of their gazes on you, the realisation sending a heavy shiver down your spine, skin along your back rising into gooseflesh. Your stomach tilted, heart picking up for a moment, and you quickly tore your gaze away.

“Yeah, me too,” you said, and as you bid your friend farewell and took off towards the part of the city you resided in, you couldn’t help but reflect further on what he said. You really did wonder…

What the hell were those two up to?

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You’d like to say you’d gotten a good night’s rest and had woken feeling refreshed and ready to face the day after a respectable amount of sleep, but the fact of the matter was that you hadn’t.

At the ungodly hour of eight o’clock in the morning, you’d been called to fight the troublesome villain duo once more.

It escaped you how they were managing to recuperate all their energy and heal all the wounds you were inflicting enough to be ready to fight you again so soon. Your meagre amount of sleep meant that you were sluggish, and healing that bit slower than you should be. You hadn’t had such low energy levels in a while, either. Whatever they were taking to bounce back so fast, you really needed to get some of that action.

This time you’d been called to stop them from robbing the mayor’s storehouse. It was a peculiar act for two dangerous supervillains, but ultimately not too out-of-character; you’d once busted them attempting to rob and loot the Gucci store at a Direct Factory Outlet. Admittedly not one of their greatest heists, but still a thorn in your side nonetheless. You were distracted in this fight however—the general lack of sleep and time to recover was getting to you, and you’d lost your edge. You prided yourself on striking first, keeping your opponent on their toes, but in this match you had been pushed from offence to defence and it was hard to adjust.

You hadn’t been fighting long, but even in the short amount of time you had, the three of you had strayed from the mayor’s storehouse. You didn’t have backup this time—other heroes either off duty or already busy— and were swinging from one extreme to the other. Lure and Copycat would attack, pushing you to retreat, and then you would turn the tables and push back, and they would be the ones retreating. You were just barely keeping up, a fair share more hits than usual landing on your tired form, but you noticed that, strangely, they weren’t fighting to beat you, per se. It was like they had another goal in mind. They would throw punches and knives, but none dealt any real damage—to your body, anyway. Your pride was taking a few blows this morning.

Distracted as you were, you hardly noticed that each time they pushed and retreated, you were lead in a certain direction. There was a slight fuzz lingering to the back of your mind, clouding the fringes of your thoughts and hindering your reaction time. Lure leapt forward, pushing off the ground with those powerful thighs, and aimed a high kick at your head. You just barely managed to dodge, acting on instinct more than anything as you hit him with a strong blast of light. A sharp grunt escaped him as he was blown backwards from the force of it, back meeting the thick brick wall of a nearby building and winding him momentarily. You whipped around, turning your attention to the other variable in the situation and catching sight of Copycat just in time to dodge the well-aimed iron-coated fist flying straight for your face.

“Jesus!” you cried as you tilted out of the way, retreating several steps back so you were out of reach.  Copycat may have been able to imitate substances and meld his body to match them, but that was all he could manipulate—if he couldn’t physically reach you, then he couldn’t hit you. And when his fists were made of metal, that was somewhat reassuring news for you.

“No, it’s just me!” the villain grinned, cat-like eyes gleaming behind the dark emerald mask and long lashes fluttering. Smooth, caramel-toned skin peeked from around the suit, glowing warmly in the early morning sun. The shadow of the tall apartment building to your right fell over part of his face, and you couldn’t help but notice the parallel the contrast created. He smiled like a boy, bright and cheerful and fresh with the naivete of youth, but he was, in this moment before you, anything but. No matter how charming his smile, how attractive his broad shoulders, and how alluring the sway of his hips as he strode towards you like a cat on a hunt was, he was still a villain, he was still— wait. This was sounding very, very familiar.

Fed up with the situation, as well as your own thoughts, you whined. “Did you guys really have to do this now? Do you not sleep?”

Copycat laughed, cheeks glimmering as flecks of silver peeked through; something mesmerising you’d noticed about his ability was that even if he localised the substance mimicry to one area, bits of it would seep through and integrate with the rest of his body in peculiar ways. It was always especially pretty when the silvery metal contrasted against his tanned skin like fine glitter, and it was always especially hard to tear your eyes away whenever it happened. The villains low baritone reached your ears once more, something darker and deeper riding on the edge of his words that had your stomach fluttering and heart stuttering, “Gotta keep you on your toes, sweetheart.”

You frowned at him, gradually beginning to care less about schooling your expression and maintaining professionalism. The few people that had been on the street had quickly made their way inside once they’d caught sight of you, and you were tired—God, you were so tired. You wanted nothing more than to be done with this fight and crawl back into your bed to resume the sleep that had been so rudely interrupted this morning.

“I feel obligated to let you know it is very unappreciated,” you retorted, tone flat, and barely gave him time to register your words before you were rushing forward, aiming a fist for his gut in the hopes you’d catch him off guard.

You didn’t, and he blocked your attack with a forearm that was painfully, painfully metal. Your fist throbbed instantly as it met the steel flesh, red-hot pain flaring beneath your skin, and you yelped, recoiling. You nearly tripped in your uncoordinated haste to escape his area of reach, the villain in question seeming amused at your attempt.

“You’re not a morning person?” the ashen-haired male queried with a tilt of his head, silky locks falling to the side. The low timbre of his voice sent spikes of arousal that you refused to acknowledge straight between your thighs. He shifted his weight and lowered his arms, beginning to stride towards you. You continued to retreat, nursing your wounded hand a while longer. God, it hurt so badly. Just these fuckers wait until you were completely healed and in tip-top condition— you were going to whoop their asses. The male continued, making a face of understanding that was tinged just barely with deep amusement, “Ah, nevermind. All those late night sessions must throw your schedule off a bit, huh?”

You stumbled at his words, cheeks blazing— fuck, he knew about your late night rendezvous’ with Tempest too? Was there anyone that didn’t know?!

“What’s throwing my schedule off is your smug asses gallivanting around the city like you own the place,” you smarted, recovering as quick as you could and throwing a beam of light towards the tall male. He deflected it with ease, arms glimmering glass, and continued advancing towards you. You continued to backpedal as best as you could, eventually backing into a building without even realising. Alarmingly, you’d lost track of Lure somewhere along the way, and your gaze whipped around in a panic as you searched for his agile form.

Copycat, never one to miss an opportunity, pounced the second your attention was diverted from him. Your back slammed into a wall, your breath leaving you in one big whoosh and your stomach flipping violently. The villain pinned you in place with a thigh between your own and a glass hand at your throat, fingertips morphed into shards that pressed lightly into the delicate skin of your neck. Your breath ceased almost completely, eyes shooting wide—not only at how quickly things had turned, but also at the heady shot of arousal that caused your core to throb. God, what was wrong with you?

“We could own the place, if it weren’t for you,” the male breathed, voice doing things to you that had your heart racing in your chest. He was silent a moment before he begrudgingly added, “… and Tempest, of course.”

You licked your lips, watching as the villain’s eyes were immediately drawn to the action and his pupils dilated, chocolate orbs luring you deeper. “I have a feeling he mightn’t take too kindly to your attempts at claiming the city for your own while he’s gone.”

The male’s shapely lips curved in a grin that was positively sinful, and completely Cheshire in nature. “Oh, sweetheart. It was never the city we were after.”

Your brows furrowed in confusion, the villain delighting in your befuddlement. The glass pressed to your throat eased off the slightest bit, and instead of attempting to figure out what his words meant then and there you seized the opportunity that had been presented so generously to you. Ducking your head to the side, you twisted your body around, pushing forward harshly and allowing your shoulder to meet the male’s chest. He groaned sharply, stumbling back from the force of your blow, and you ducked out of his reach once more.

Dancing backwards on light feet, you almost didn’t notice the male’s shorter accomplice return, his powerful form blocking the doorway. A sense of panic welled within you at the realisation that right now they had you cornered, and trapped. You were tired, and sore, and honestly didn’t think you could do this after also doing it so many days in a row before this. Your flight or fight response kicked in, and contrary to the usual path it took, you were urged into flight.

Taking a deep breath, you concentrated all of your energy and power into your palms, allowing unfiltered light to flow forth. A glow so bright it almost hurt your own eyes filled the room, and you knew the others would be even more blinded than yourself. Taking action, you cut the energy flow off and darted towards the only other exit you’d seen in the building you’d been backed into, an abandoned warehouse of sorts you noticed as you fled.

You hardly spared the two villains a glance as you darted away, eager to put some much-needed distance between you and them. The cool morning air against your face wasn’t enough to soothe the scorching in your cheeks, the warmth of Copycat’s body a lingering ghost against your skin where it had touched his own. God, you were a mess— this was just like last time, except worse because now Jay wasn’t here for you to relieve your stress and you were stuck dealing on your own.

Grumbling, you pushed it from you mind and took the long way home. The last thing you needed after the week you were having was to have those two pains in the ass follow you to your home.

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You adjusted the strap of your bag as you hurried down the hall of the Sunset City Superhero League building, almost but not quite out of breath and trying not to think about the mess you’d left in your wake at your home. There was a meeting for heroes today, one where you were required to bring a fair number of reports from over the month, and you’d had to hurry and rummage through your closet for a bag to carry the documents in. You’d only remembered as you went to walk out the door, so you’d been in a rush and your closet had been left looking like a bomb had exploded in there once you were done, bags across the floor and hanging just barely from hangers. The last time you’d opened that cupboard was to haphazardly shove that stupid tape in one of the bags to hide it— your mother had decided to pop by as a surprise and she was one of the nosiest people you’d ever met in your life. Combined with her notoriously sticky fingers to go with her stickybeak nature, having that tape of all things lying on your kitchen table where you’d left it would have been the very beginning of your end, in more ways than one.

The entrance you made as you burst into the meeting room at the end of the hall was by no means your best, but was still extravagant enough to warrant a few curious gazes before they realised it was just you and went back to whatever they were doing. Disgruntled at the lacklustre response, you walked further into the room and dumped your bag onto a chair, flopping down beside it. You were a mess, and at this point you were past the point of caring. You didn’t think you’d even be mad if your colleagues tried to make fun of you today.

“Ah, Spark! You’re still turning up to these meetings? I thought they kicked you out!”

Your eyebrow twitched, annoyance sparking in the pit of your belly. Nevermind, you would definitely get mad. Apparently you were a mess with a short fuse today. You turned to level BB with a glare, not bothering to get up from your seat. The leather padding had accepted you into its embrace and your body was so tired you didn’t think you could move even if you wanted to.

“RM knows better than to boot his best hero,” you retorted, a playful tilt to your brow. “So I’m safe for now. You, on the other hand…”

BB laughed, placing his hands on his hips. Raven hair spilt from its slightly slicked back styling to hang over his forehead. “You look like death so I thought you’d be too tired to fight back today, but I’m oddly reassured to see I was wrong.”

You couldn’t help the smile that tugged your lips. BB shit you a lot, but he was still your friend, even if you wanted to strangle him with your bare hands sometimes. Well, most of the time.

“Nah, still kicking,” you said, fighting back a yawn that had risen at the mention of your current state of exhaustion. You were napping as soon as you got home, granted those two pains in the ass didn’t cause any more trouble today.

“Who is Spark kicking?” a familiar voice rung out, catching your attention and distracting you from your efforts to contain a yawn. It escaped against your will, and you turned to see who had caused you to lose a battle with your own body.

JK grinned at you, that bunny smile you knew had won the hearts of several female heroes in the alliance, and you pretended not to notice the warmth that wrapped around your heart at the sight of it. Kid was too cute for his own good, damn it.

“Probably you if you try and rile her up today. Look at her, she’s exhausted. She’ll tear you to pieces without a shred of remorse,” it was Jin’s voice that sounded out from behind JK now, and you leaned around him to see a shit-eating grin stretched across his face.

“Careful, Jin,” you warned with a smile. “If JK doesn’t do anything, you should know you’re a very close second on the list.”

The male didn’t even seem the slightest bit concerned, simply aiming an amused grin your way. Why the hell was everyone else in such a good mood today? You could only assume they’d gotten a much longer, much more restful sleep than you had.

“I’ll take my chances,” he said, wagging his eyebrows suggestively. “If you get mad enough, you might even spank me.”

BB made a face, JK made a sound like he was dry-retching, and you were filled with the sudden and overwhelming urge to simultaneously laugh and punch him in the face. You settled for sliding down in your chair and resting your face in your hand with a pained groan, however.

“I’m not well-rested enough to be dealing with this,” you lamented, the familiar sound of Jin’s laughter reaching your ears. You lifted your head, searching desperately for RM in the hopes the meeting would start soon and put you out of your misery. You managed to catch sight of him, and were filled with relief before you also saw who he was talking to. You let out a resigned sigh. Jax, a friend of BB and Gyeom, was chattering away to him in the corner, and you knew from past experience that it would probably be a good ten minutes before RM managed to tactfully work himself free of the conversation and back on track for the reason he’d come here in the first place

To your utter surprise, Jax willingly parted from RM’s side with a boisterous laugh, like he’d just heard the gratifying punchline to a well-told joke, and moved his way over to the table to sit next to BB. RM then followed, an amused smile on his face, and the rest of the heroes still standing plopped into their own seats as the makeshift leader walked to the head of the table. You gave JK a small smile as he dropped down in the free seat next to you, Jin taking place beside him. It looked like today was going to be one of the days Suga was late. Oh well, his loss. You couldn’t always be a good friend and save him a seat.

It was hard to stay awake through the entirety of the meeting, and even harder to remain somewhat focused on what was actually happening. You were frazzled, constantly teetering on the edge of a micro-nap, and by the time you’d done your piece and the meeting was wrapping up a good few hours later, you were just ready to go home and nap it off. Your body needed a good solid rest to properly heal and recuperate, after all. You could only hope Lure and Copycat didn’t disrupt this rest either.

It was with the promise of a gratifying, luxurious nap in mind that you shot from the table as soon as RM dismissed you all, stretching gracefully before you bid the others farewell. Your exit was somewhat hasty, departure more difficult than usual since you’d caught the initial rush of people crowding the door, but soon enough you were out of the room and darting off down the hall. Home awaited you, and technically so did a mess, but you’d deal with that later, when you didn’t feel like you were going to fall asleep mid-step. As you rushed home, eager to get to your bed and some much-anticipated rest, you were too distracted to notice the absence of a certain bag over your shoulder.

A certain bag that, as it remained where you’d left it in the meeting room, was about to fall into a certain set of hands.

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It was the afternoon of the next day when you were called from your house once more. A tall apartment building that sat on the outer edge of the middle of the city that had once stood proud, looming above those who passed on the street below, was now engulfed in a storm of soot, smoke, heat and haze. The flames had died down some, thanks to your efforts, but still licked along window sills and spilt along the side of the building, rich oranges and yellows flickering and melding with the warm colours that painted the sky in a glorious, golden sunset. You didn’t think your city had ever lived up to its name more than it did now, in this moment. It was a sight to behold—you hated that fire was so beautiful and entrancing, yet so destructive.

When you’d been called, it had only been when the flames had first sprung to life, and so you’d had ample time to help around and evacuate citizens and pets who might have otherwise been stuck. The fire department had arrived shortly after you, and it was now that they were manning the hoses, putting out the final remnants of the inferno that had raged within the building not too long before. Aside from some minor injuries, no one had been seriously harmed and all lives were accounted for, so you could say it was a job well done.

“Ma’am, would you be able to sign here? It’s a new regulation they brought in—they want us to document if a superhero helped out and if so which one,” a soft voice to your left caught your attention, and you turned with a soft smile.

“Of course,” you said, sympathising greatly with him. A lot of regulations had been brought in for superheroes lately too—you’d had no idea you’d ever end up doing so much paperwork in your life.

The male was relatively young, bright-eyed and smiling lightly whenever you glanced up and met his warm, chocolate gaze. His tanned skin was marred only by soot and ash, the blackened particles smeared across his cheeks and neck, most likely transferred from his gloves and suit. He was fairly tall, and shifted his weight anxiously as you filled out the form, growing bashful when you finished. His hand came to rub the back of his neck sheepishly, no doubt rubbing more soot onto his glowing skin.

“Thank you, by the way,” he said, taking the form back gingerly. “You’re never required to help but you always do, and a lot of people are saved because of you… you’re so cool.”

Warmth flooded your chest, mixed in with a delicate amount of pride that had your heart swelling. You couldn’t help but grin. Gosh, he was so sweet.

“You don’t have to thank me! I do this because I want to help,” your hand found your hip as you laughed lightly, endeared by the blush rapidly rising to the male’s cheeks. “It was very sweet of you, though. What’s your name?”

The boy stuttered, a hand rising to anxiously brush through his soft, mousy locks. “J-Jongin,” he answered, cheeks alight. You held out your hand with a bright grin.

“It’s lovely to make your acquaintance, Jongin!” you said, delighting the feeling of his hand encompassing yours— everything about this boy was warm. “I hope I’ll see you next time I’m called out, too!”

He nodded with you, smiling. “I hope so too.”

You grinned, and were about to continue the conversation when there was a shout of the boy’s name from behind him. You both turned, Jongin sheepish as he glanced back at you.

“My boss,” he said, smiling softly. “Thank you again, I’ll see you around.”

You returned the smile and bid him farewell, watching as he receded back into the throng of civilians and firemen. You didn’t realise you were standing lost in thought for a moment until something glimmered in the corner of your eye and you turned to catch sight of it. Some windows had shattered and fallen earlier, and the headlights of passing cars were catching on the gleaming shards where they lay haphazardly across the pavement. You made a mental note to clean that up, turning in the direction of the pile when on impulse you shifted your gaze. Your eyes swept across the faces of civilians that seemed to blend together after a second or two, before finally halting in surprise.

There, not too far from the entrance to the large building, stood two faces that seemed oddly familiar to you. You squinted as you attempted to recall exactly why they stood out to you so much, when it hit you. Ah, they were the people that had come by Hoseok’s apartment earlier in the week. You’d exited your apartment to see them loitering outside his door, seeming confused as to why he hadn’t been answering their incessant knocking. You’d been in a rush, and had only had time to let them know that apparently he’d gone to visit his mother for a few days before you’d been darting off with a regretful grin.

You had to admit, Hoseok had some attractive friends. Both of them were of decent height, one much taller than the other, and had the kind of faces that were pleasant to look at. The shorter of the two, a male sporting soft, fluffy-looking sunset orange hair, had the kind of eyes that bore into yours with such unabashed intensity that your heart would be doing flips before you knew it, something that was aided by the soft smile that you’d seen curling his pillowy lips. His visage was soft, but there was an underlying edge to his person that piqued your interest. The taller of the two, a male with light, mousy hair that fell just slightly in his eyes, had a more fox-like manner. It was present in the gentle curve, and the striking gleam, to his eyes as he smiled, a sly tilt to the corners of his mouth. His shoulders were broad, and while he was somewhat lean he wasn’t thin, limbs long and firm. He might have been taller, but his brighter-haired friend was stockier. Yes, your cute neighbour Hoseok had some cute friends.

And right now, they were both looking right at you.

You jumped slightly as you realised you currently had their attention, somehow only now feeling the heavy weight of their gazes. Forcing yourself from your thoughts, you managed a light smile in their direction. They reacted peculiarly—usually that was enough to warrant a bright grin, or perhaps even a bashful blush, but that was not the case this time. A smile curved their lips, but it hid something bigger and it caused your stomach to stir, slightly unsettled. You didn’t get an explanation; they turned then, making their way away from the scene and out of sight. Slightly perturbed, you turned and looked for the closest firefighter— you wanted to see if there was anything else you could help with before you went home.

You aided them where you could, but you were never distracted enough that your thoughts didn’t wander. At first, it was to meaningless things, like how much you were craving a kebab right about now. Then, after some time, your thoughts shifted direction and you found yourself getting wound up.

That jerkface Tempest still hadn’t contacted you yet.

Who did he think he was, stringing you along like this? You weren’t waiting for a message or a call or anything— you weren’t. But still, he’d said he’d call, or something along those lines, and he hadn’t. You were pissed because he’d fucked off god knows where and left you and your horny self to your own devices, and had the nerve to leave it this long without contacting you like he said he would? Rude ass. He was going to get his ass beat when he came back, you swore it. You’d show him how it felt to get the paddle, damn it. Stupid villains and their ingrate nature.

Understandably, you were no longer in the mood to be a good Samaritan and work overtime. The sky had finally given in to the ink creeping across from the horizon, and above you now was an expanse of onyx broken only by a waxing moon and a smattering of stars. A pretty sight, but you had to say you preferred the rich, warm tones of sunset—at least you could see where you were going at that time.

You’d begun on your trek home a while ago, taking abandoned alleyways and quiet streets. You didn’t feel like hauling ass across rooftops today, so sneaking around was the current mood. Of course, your current path and its nature meant there was minimal lighting, and you were pretty much navigating in what little moonlight you could. You supposed you could always use your powers since they were, well, light, but the point of taking back alleys was so that you weren’t recognised and followed, so that would sort of defeat the point. You wanted to go unnoticed, not bring attention to yourself. Sadly, your powers were only good for one of those things.

You weren’t too far from the suburb where you resided, you’d taken a bit of a long way to get here, and were busy thinking about how good it was going to feel when you got home and soaked in the tub, finally able to wash the soot and grime from your body. Really, you hadn’t gotten that dirty, but you felt like you did. Looking at all the people around you that had been covered head-to-toe in ash and soot probably hadn’t helped.

So embroiled in your own thoughts were you, that you almost didn’t notice the soft crunch of gravel that echoed through the alley you were currently traversing. Almost. You froze instantly as the light sound brushed your eardrums, the hairs at the back of your neck standing on end. Someone was following you, and based on your luck this week, you had an idea exactly who.

Your suspicions were confirmed moments later when a sharp sound pierced the air and something was flying past your face—you’d leapt to the side just barely in time. Annoyed, you spun with a glare.

“Really?” you demanded, heat simmering in your palms. “Can I not have one day off?”

“What kind of villains would we be if we let our favourite superhero have a day off?” the voice that greeted you was not from the direction you expected, and most definitely not the same timbre. The low baritone sounded just behind your shoulder, and you turned instantly, fist flying on instinct.

Copycat beamed at you, catching your fist with ease in a hand that gleamed silver. Pain instantly shot from your knuckles right along your forearm, and a hiss escaped your mouth through clenched teeth. Fuck, that hurt. You just barely managed to yank your wounded hand back before he clutched it tighter than you could escape from, and you danced back several steps so you were out of reach. This… was not looking good. God, what was their problem?! You just wanted to go home and nap, and maybe rub on out for good measure! Strangely, you were more annoyed with Tempest than ever—somehow, this was all his fault. You weren’t sure exactly how yet, but you knew it was.

“You’re sucky villains either way, I don’t imagine it would really affect your standing much if you let me have just one night off,” you bit back, annoyance seeping into your tone. The tall male only seemed amused at your weak sting, beginning to stride closer with a subtle, alluring sway to his hips. You backed up accordingly.

“You’re so cute when you’re mad, Spark,” the villain purred, teeth glinting slightly in the low light as he flashed you another Cheshire grin. Annoyance curled in your abdomen, obscuring the flip your stomach did at his words.

“Shut up,” you retorted, suddenly aware that you hadn’t heard from his tangerine-haired companion in a while. Instantly alert, but having learnt your lesson from last time, you strained your ears instead of turning. There was nothing, before a sudden scuffing sound rebounded from your eardrums and you ducked just in time, Lure’s arm flying above you where your head had just been. You were faced with the usual choice once more—what was today’s mood, was it fight or flight?

A sudden image of the devious glint that had been present in Copycat’s eyes just before flashed suddenly in the forefront of your mind and your decision was made for you. You wanted no part of whatever trouble they were trying to drag you into, and were going to get home to your bed no matter what—you deserved that nap, damn it.

With that in mind, you turned quickly on your heel and high-tailed it out of there. You weren’t sure exactly how you were going to lose them when they were already so hot on your tail, but figured you’d just wing it and come up with it as you went. You were nothing if not an incredible improviser.

Predictably, they gave chase, and soon you were bolting through the city, weaving in and around buildings in an attempt to lose them but never quite succeeding. Lure would throw the occasional knife, and you’d nearly have a heart attack as they whizzed past a little too close to your limbs and face. Copycat, having turned his limbs to stone and steel, would throw wrangled dumpsters and street poles in your general direction. Strangely enough, they always missed, and always landed in a way that obscured a path you were planning on taking, causing you to divert. It was extremely inconvenient, and you were beginning to think that perhaps there wasn’t a way out of this one.

When you reached another dead-end, you decided you weren’t going to get home if all you were doing was running. You spun on your heel, raising your hand and allowing a flush of energy to flow along your limb and shoot from your palm in a concentrated beam of light. Lure, who had been the closest to you, let out a yelp as he dived desperately out of the way. His ashen-haired partner didn’t move aside, but you still heard his alarmed gasp as he lifted his arms to shield his face and allowed polished metal to melt over his skin. The light you’d thrown from your palm reflected off the transmuted material of his arms and met with the aging concrete of the building beside you, tearing it to rubble from the sheer force of it. Dust and mortar rained over the three of you, and you used the cover to change from defence to offense.

Using your powers, you pushed them back, a slight sense of relief flooding your stomach as you managed to keep them on their toes enough that they didn’t have much of a chance for a counterattack. Much to your chagrin, however, you knew you couldn’t sustain attacking at this rate— you were tired, and manipulating light energy to shoot from your palms was exhausting, you know? You needed to do what you did last time, and provide an opportunity for yourself to escape.

Before you could manage it, however, one of them threw off your pattern of attack and switched the tables back around; you were on the defence once more. Frustration bubbled within you at the situation, but you continued pushing on— just a little more, just a little bit more and you could go home and nap.

That didn’t end up happening like you planned, however. The dance you’d worked yourselves into continued much longer—every so often the power would shift and you would be the one pursuing them, and then they would regain their hold on the situation and it would be you darting away once more. You couldn’t describe the myriad of sensations playing about in your lower abdomen, fluttering against the sensitive walls of your stomach. You were tired, exhausted, but the frustration and annoyance bubbling in the pit of your tummy were keeping you alert, and in combination with those there was something else, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. It curled deep in your middle, an uneasy sensation that wasn’t quite negative or positive—similar to anticipation, but for what?

The entire time you were fighting them, you never noticed as gradually you were led further and further from the direction of your house and closer to that of the docks on the outskirts of the city. You were too caught up trying to hit them, and trying not to be hit by them, that you didn’t notice the gleam to their eyes, nor the curious curve to their lips. You never noticed, until you were chasing one of them and the other had darted off for a moment.

“Try harder, princess!” you were growing very sick of the saccharine voice that had been mocking your for more than half an hour now. Lure beamed at you as he danced out of the way of a lazily thrown beam of light from your palms— you were tiring and it was getting harder to aim.

You growled at his attempt to antagonise you, annoyed because it was working. You continued to advance, trying to trip him enough that you could leave without him chasing after you, but he continued to dodge. You regretted that he seemed to have so much more energy than you, and channelled your irritation into your efforts to hit him.

So consumed and focused on landing a hit on the male, you hardly registered as he darted into an abandoned building and you followed after him. Up a large staircase, he threw a knife that nearly sliced your cheek as you struggled to dodge in the limited space. Finally, the narrow, cylindrical staircase opened into a large floor, bathed in moonlight from a part of the ceiling that seemed to be missing, and Lure was forced into a dead end. You were almost panting, hands lifting to your hips as you glared at the tangerine-haired male.

“I don’t need to try harder,” you muttered, annoyed, as you strode forward, reaching for the cuffs on your belt. You had to tilt your head to avoid being smacked in the face by the ropes and hooks hanging from the ceiling. “You went and backed yourself into a corner and I didn’t even need to do anything.”

You expected him to seem alarmed, or concerned, but instead a slow, sly smile began to stretch the male’s lips, a knowing, expectant glimmer touching his eyes.

“Did I really?” was all he said, and you had a single moment of confusion before air brushed against you from behind and your stomach dropped in dread a split-second before the sensations registered.

Cool metal snapped around your wrists and they were tugged up, arms above your head and suspended suddenly from one of the many ropes dangling from the ceiling that you’d completely disregarded upon entry. Something else looped around your neck, a supple metal that hugged the curve of your throat with ease, and was clasped tightly. A sharp noise of alarm escaped you as a familiar sensation washed over you and a strong sense of déjà vu flooded your being—you’d been in a situation very, very similar to this before, and the memory had heat beginning to gather between your legs despite how absolutely inappropriate it was.

The culprit responsible for your current bound state was quick to reveal himself, Copycat’s fox-like grin greeting you once more as he walked backwards to stand beside his accomplice, staring at you victoriously all the while.

Energy burned along your form, tingling along your limbs intensely for a second before dissipating completely, and you knew then, with a sense of dread, that your powers had been nullified. How had this happened? You just wanted to go home and nap!

Your attention was drawn to the two villains standing before you, gaze whipping to the shorter of the two. His eyes were closed, lashes brushing the rim of the inner circle of his mask and his mouth parted slightly. He inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering open as a spike of annoyance filled you.

“Finally,” Lure murmured, eyes hazy before they fell upon your own and a lavish, dreamy smile curled his lips. “I’ve wondered so long what it would be like to get inside your head, Spark. Your thoughts… you think so loud.”

Your mouth fell open slightly, shock grasping you at his words. Your thoughts—? Oh, fuck, you were fucked. So the theory you and RM came up with must have been correct—as a byproduct of the nature of your abilities, your thoughts projected outwards, but until now your powers also acted as a buffer that stopped those thoughts from getting out completely and others getting in. Now that they’d restrained you in something that nullified your powers and its active aspects were negated… there was nothing blocking your thoughts as they projected outwards. Fuck. You’d never had the innermost workings of your mind exposed to anyone before—you felt naked.

The tangerine-haired villain’s lips curled up at that, eyes gleaming in a manner that was almost gleeful. His gaze swept over your form completely, lingering on the curves that were emphasised by your current position with your hands above your head, and you made a point to nail him with a glare when your eyes met. Pervert. He seemed nothing short of amused.

“What is she thinking, Minnie?” you heard Copycat whisper as he leant closer to his accomplice, an excited look gracing his fine features. The sheer enthusiasm colouring his low tone was enough to have a shiver of anticipation rolling down your spin. You prayed they didn’t notice it.

Lure— or as Copycat had referred to him, Minnie— stepped closer, eyes holding yours trapped in their magnetic, darkened gaze as he did so. You tried to ignore the frantic flipping of your stomach so he wouldn’t know about it.

“She feels naked,” he hummed, spelling your previous revelation aloud for the other person in the room. Your cheeks flushed with the scorching heat of embarrassment, glare intensifying. “No one has ever been able to get into your head before, have they, princess?”

You tried to stop your thoughts in their tracks, to keep them laying low, silenced, but you couldn’t do it. You’d never had to control your thoughts before, and like a muscle that was hardly ever used and was suddenly being put to use, it showed. The villain had never looked so pleased with himself before.

“Ah,” he murmured, lips tugging higher, “Her heart skips a beat when I call her that.”

“What the hell,” you ground, shifting uncomfortably. “Do you want?”

“That’s an excellent question!” Lure beamed salaciously. He turned, breaking the hold he had on your gaze, and spoke to his accomplice. “Why don’t you fill her in, V?”

You were still incredibly confused at the sudden turn the situation had taken, and the sudden use of names was throwing you off even more. Copycat— V?— grinned and strode towards you on long legs, boots tapping sharply against the metal flooring and making your insides quiver in anticipation with each step closer he came.

“You’re a hard girl to get a hold of, Spark,” he began, low tone eliciting a feeling within you that you didn’t want to acknowledge; Lure smirked knowingly nonetheless. “We’ve been trying to get an audience with you all week.”

One of your brows rose at that, expression shifting to annoyance. “You’ve been trying to trap me and tie me up all week? Who would have known.”

If either of them were annoyed by your bratty comment, they didn’t show it. There was a predatory edge that gleamed through V’s grin, his teeth flashing in the low moonlight filtering through the incomplete ceiling.

“Indeed,” he purred, stepping closer, so close his breath just barely brushed your face with each word that fell from his shapely lips. “We’ve been trying to draw you here all week, but I admit we’ve considered this long before that.”

Confusion, a familiar feeling at this point in your evening, filtered through your mind once more. When you didn’t say anything, V took the chance to elaborate further.

“We’ve always thought you were attractive, Spark,” he admitted without an ounce of shame, eyes gleaming behind the mask. “But we never wanted you quite as badly as we do now before we saw a particular something.”

A feeling of apprehension began to trickled into your stomach, your thoughts going somewhere they certainly shouldn’t in such circumstances— Lure grinned, and you cursed. You had an idea where this was going.

“He showed you?” you asked, deciding to cut right to the chase. If they were talking about what you thought they were talking about, there was only one way they’d come across it.

“Tempest?” V queried, expression shifting as he laughed shortly. “No, he would never. We noticed he was hiding something and wouldn’t show us when we asked about it, so we took it upon ourselves to investigate.”

His words eased an ugly feeling that had begun to rise within you, its flavour not dissimilar to that of betrayal, but far less pungent. Nonetheless, you were still vexed. What was that dumbass doing leaving your sex tape around where two other people— villains, no less!— could find it?!

Lure giggled at your train of thought, eyes meeting yours in a moment that felt far too intimate, and you struggled to keep it somewhat on track. Curse your messy, wandering mind. Someone needed to have mercy and knock you the fuck out already.

“We had to break through several layers of security, but it was worth it,” V hummed, voice lowering an octave as he spoke next. “I have to say, the camera loves you, Spark.”

Once more your stomach was flipping, pulse racing anxiously. In your current situation, the reactions your body was having were completely inappropriate— but you couldn’t help it! Being here, tied and restricted, in front of two people that had seen what you’d done with Tempest that night all those weeks ago, was eliciting all sorts of feelings within you, and you were slowly drowning in their intoxicating fumes. Curse stupid Jay for leaving you alone to deal with your perpetual state of horniness—a state that he’d made worse, mind you.

“What’s your point?” you sighed, resignation colouring your tone. Horny or not, you wanted to go home— maybe you’d get lucky and all they’d want is for you to autograph the tape.

“Our point, is that Tempest doesn’t like to share,” V hummed, stepping that bit closer once more. His hands came to ghost over your waist, just barely but not quite touching, and it had goosebumps erupting all over your body. “And we want a tape of our own, sweetheart. We can’t keep stealing his, and there aren’t chances quite like this one when he’s around.”

It took a moment for his words and their implications to sink in, but when they did you felt a flush of heat wash over you. A tape of their own… they wanted—?!

“That’s right, princess,” Lure spoke up for the first time in a while, hand lifting for his fingertips to brush against your cheek in a tantalising touch that left your mind reeling and heart thrumming. You didn’t even have the presence of mind to shift your head out of the way— worse yet, a part of you relished in the soft drag of his fingertips over your skin. “We want exactly that.”

V didn’t even blink at the fact that his accomplice had responded to something he himself hadn’t even heard, instead taking the time to lean back and admire you. Lure spoke up once more.

“I won’t coerce you,” he said, tone clear, light and airy, and it was only then you remembered that in addition to his telepathy, Lure had the ability to compel others to do his bidding. Compulsion was a dangerous thing, and an inkling of fear sparked within you at the realisation that right now you were vulnerable to it, more so than you had ever been before, regardless of how reassured his words might have made you feel. “If you make this choice it shall be your own.”

“Superheroes help others, don’t they?” V purred, leaning in closer. Your breath caught in your throat. “Won’t you help us out tonight, sweetheart?”

Your teeth found your bottom lip as your mind whirred a mile a minute, body shifting in your restraints. The cuffs that had been slapped around your wrists— taken from your belt, you noticed now as you felt the weight missing from your hip— were digging into your hands slightly, but not enough to cause any real pain. Frankly, you were wound up, and horny. This whole week had caused new and unknown feelings of attraction for the two males before you to rise within you and honestly you were this close to just accepting and letting them ravish you like you knew you all wanted. But one thing stood out firmly among the desire blurring your thoughts. Tempest… Jay. You had no idea how he would react— you’d never defined anything except the initial rules, and technically you were your own woman and still free to do as you wanted. But still…

A devilish grin curled Lure’s lips as he picked up on your dilemma. “What Tempest doesn’t know won’t hurt him, don’t you think, princess? Besides, he’s the one that left you all alone here, right? He should have known you were going to get frustrated eventually, should have known better than to leave you alone with us.”

As much as you were loathe to admit it, he was right. Better than anyone Jay knew what an untameable monster your libido had become ever since you’d begun tangling with him, he should have known you’d eventually have to turn to other revenues. You couldn’t think of anything else that was holding you back, arousal muddling your mind and mixing your thoughts. You weren’t even that morally compromised— you’d already fucked one villain, what was two more? Besides, if you stuck your nose up at this when you’d been railing Tempest for weeks now, what kind of hypocritical idiot did that make you?

Your thighs shifted, rubbing slightly, as you finally came to a decision and voiced your answer. You were far too frustrated to properly consider refusing right now, and you were hoping that once they got this out of their system then maybe they’d finally fucking leave you alone to nap.

“Fine,” you said, tilting your head up in an attempt to salvage whatever dignity you had remaining. “Fine.”

Their reactions were instantaneous, victorious glee burning a bright glimmer in their eyes as they exchanged a look before returning their attention to you. A nervous feeling began to swim in the pit of your stomach, and Lure swooped in before you could begin to doubt your decision.

Two quick steps and the warmth of his palms was pressing against your cheeks, thumbs brushing the skin as his eyes trapped yours in their hold for a moment, before he dove in. Even with your split-second of warning, you were still taken off guard at the searing press of his plush, pillowy lips to your own. A soft gasp escaped you despite your attempts to restrain it, and Lure’s mouth curled against yours. Your heart thrummed anxiously against the confines of your chest, your stomach dropping and tilting as his mouth moved against your own and sent your hormones into a state of disarray.

Your mind a liquid mess, it was easy to lose yourself in the intoxicating scent, touch, taste of him. Kissing him was far different from what you’d already experienced, far different from what you’d expected, and as his teeth found your bottom lip and he sucked it into his mouth you were almost drunk on the sensations he was eliciting deep within you. A soft moan was drawn from your throat, your legs shifting slightly, your core throbbing slightly.

You’d completely forgotten about the other villain in the room, so taken in Lure’s kiss as you were, and were surprised when the tangerine-haired male suddenly pulled back. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, eyes dark as they bore into your own, and you almost didn’t notice V had returned until his accomplice stepped back and he was stepping into his place, hands raising. It took you a moment to recognise the object in his hand, and when you did a spike of alarm shot through you. Lure was quick to mollify you, his dark eyes and V’s devilish grin the last thing you saw before a blindfold was tugged over your eyes and blackness greeted your vision. Your breath came that bit faster, heart beginning to beat frantically before you willed yourself to calm down. You trusted that they wouldn’t hurt you right now, as foolish as it might have been, because you knew— and they knew— that they would be facing Tempest if anything seriously happened to you.

There was a sound from your right, where you knew Lure to be standing. He hushed you, voice a low purr as it slipped past his lips. “Shh, focus on our voices, princess. You’re gonna need something to anchor you.”

Despite the slight fear that his words sparked within you, they also had a thrill running down your spine.

“So cocky,” you muttered, to soothe the hole in your pride more than anything else. “Are you sure you can follow through?”

There was a deep chuckle from your left, and you jumped slightly as large hands came to rest on your waist. Without your sight you couldn’t help but fixate on the searing heat of their palms as it scorched your skin through your suit, your ears straining and picking up noises you mightn’t have noticed otherwise. Your back tingled ever so slightly, the only forewarning you got before something brushed your ass and there was a body melding to yours from behind. Your heart skipped a beat, the unexpectedness of each and every action only adding to the thrill—you had no idea what was going to happen next and the thought was incredibly arousing.

“We’ve waited so long to see the body that lays hidden beneath this suit, Spark,” that was Lure’s voice that drifted from in front of you, leaving you to conclude it was V that currently had his hands gripping your hips and his front pressed against your back. The revelation left heat to stir in the pit of your stomach, and your thighs rubbed involuntarily, the tiniest traces of pleasure throbbing in your centre at the action. “You’ll have to forgive us for taking our time to admire what has been kept from us for so long.”

At this point you were sure the two villains could hear the furious thundering of your heart. The zip along the front of your suit was tugged, cool air greeting your collarbones, and a shuddering breath escaped you.

“If it’s too much, say his name and it will all stop,” the tangerine-haired male spoke once more, tone low and holding an even edge.

You filed that away with a shaky nod, comforted by the fact that he had provided you with a safe word of sorts, but at the same time wary— exactly what did they have planned? Anticipation was swirling in your gut and it was harder to force breath into your lungs as the small zipper was tugged further down. The light sound just barely graced your ears, your attention caught by the shift of V’s hands along your sides and the soft, trembling breath that escaped from in front of you. Your core was throbbing hotly at this point, desire simmering deep within you for both of the males currently touching you. Inch by inch, more of your upper body was revealed to their hungry eyes, and inch by inch arousal swirled deeper within you and your pussy ached.

Your straining ears easily picked up the soft gasp that fell from Lure’s lips, the additional sharp inhale from the male behind you, as your zipper was tugged down completely and your suit was open, body bare beneath the ballistic weave as it sat, slack over your form. Eager fingers trailed down your sternum, fingertips firm against the valley between your breasts, before the material was moved aside and your chest was bare before them, goosebumps rising over the heated flesh as it met with cool air. You could feel the barest traces of a heavily thudding heart through the chest that was melded to your back

“Beautiful,” it was uttered so softly you almost missed it, the barest whisper, but it caused something to swell in your chest, your stomach flipping. “V, why don’t you help me give her some attention?”

The male behind you didn’t need to be told twice, large hands dragging along your ribs and pulling the material of your suit further apart as he went. The scorching heat of his palms as they cupped your breasts caused your breath to hitch in your throat, chest shuddering as he rested his chin in the crook of your neck and shoulder and buried his nose against your throat. There was a snicker from in front of you. “Oh, she likes that. Kiss her, V.”

There was a peculiar edge to Lure’s voice as he spoke that time, a different flavour colouring his tone as he spoke to his accomplice. You didn’t have time to ponder it, however, your mind quickly taken by the sudden sensation against your neck. V pressed wet, open-mouthed kisses against the sensitive skin, teeth grazing as he suckled lightly. In tandem with his lips, his fingers kneaded the supple flesh of your breasts and a sharp, breathy moan fell from your throat as heat and desire shot to your core.

Your breath came quicker, shuddering as it passed your lips, and soft moans melded to join your hurried exhales. You whined slightly in surprise as another set of fingers pressed against your skin just below your navel, a thick thigh coming between your own to wedge them apart. God, you were so turned on that even that action sent another shot of desire to your throbbing core. You yearned to be touched more, aching for it, and Lure quickly picked up on the longing you exuded.

The fingertips that were pressing against your navel travelled lower, swirling over your skin in tantalising circles, closer and closer for where you longed to be touched the most. Your breath hastened in anticipation, a soft squeak leaving you as V’s movements shifted and his fingers were circling your pebbled nipples. Struggling to focus on just one of so many sensations, you were taken by surprise when the movements of the two villains seemed to synchronise. V’s fingers pinched and pulled, the sensitive buds aching deliciously at the harsh tugs and shooting pleasure straight to your core where Lure’s fingers had dipped beneath the remaining part of your suit. His fingertips didn’t take long to find what they were seeking, and soon you were gasping loudly, breath melding into a long, drawn moan as he pressed and circled around your throbbing clit. Heat pooled in your abdomen and your head was swimming in the desire flooding your entire being.

The male hummed, drinking in in the wanton noises tumbling from your kiss-swollen lips, and pressed his fingers lower. You just barely caught the hitch in his breath as his digits met with the slick positively dripping from your core.

“She’s so wet,” there was a reverent edge to his tone as he murmured to his accomplice, fingertips dragging along your slit and eliciting a whine. “What a dirty girl, getting so excited already. What would Tempest do if he knew you got so wet at just the thought of what we’re going to do to you?”

Your breath caught in your throat, heart dipping in dark thrill at the thought. If Tempest were to know, you’d be meeting more than just the paddle next time he caught you. Strangely, you didn’t know for sure whether he would be mad or not— he didn’t strike you as the strictly possessive type, but then again…

A sharp slap to your ass wrought your mind from where it had wondered, a sharp gasp tearing from your lips. V’s hands were both still rolling your nipples between his fingers, and so the culprit had to have been Lure. A hand brushed your cheek before gripping your jaw firmly and bringing you forward.

“Don’t,” he began, lips and breath brushing your own in featherlight touches with each word that left his mouth. “Think about him when we are the ones here, the ones making you feel so good— the ones that got you so wet.”

Instantly, thoughts of Tempest were thrown from your mind, and you recognised the undertone in Lure’s light, airy voice as the one that had been present before— you quickly realised, when you literally could not think of the red-haired villain even as you tried, that he was using his powers on you. At the revelation you were at once terrified and incredibly turned on— capitulating you so completely and utterly to the situation that it stole your breath away.

In the next moment those plush lips you’d grown to crave so much were pressing against your own once more, a hot flush rising to colour your skin pink as his fingers curled daringly and dipped into your entrance, the resulting moan from your throat melting into the kiss. Lure busied your lips, but V was still at work dutifully marking up your neck— the skin was tender and bruised, no doubt erupting in plum and cherry blossoms in his wake, and each lave of his tongue and lips against you had your hips twitching, aided by the pleasure shooting to your core with each firm tug and roll of your nipples in his grasp.

Distantly you registered the firm length pressing into your ass from behind, and you rolled your hips back slightly to be rewarded with a deep, guttural groan beneath your ear. V’s teeth sank into your neck slightly, fingers pinching, and you moaned wantonly into the kiss you were sharing with Lure. Having two people lavishing you in attention meant that you were struggling to decide where to focus, mind a fuzzy mess of arousal and desire. The tangerine-haired villain claiming your lips with his directed your attention when his thumb brushed over your clit, index and middle fingers dipping into your entrance and curling slightly.

You cried out at the sensation, mouths parting and your bottom lip slipping from between his teeth as your head fell back against V’s shoulder, soft gasps tumbling from your lips. There was a slight stretch accompanying his fingers— they weren’t long, but they were thick, and your pussy throbbed eagerly around their welcome intrusion, more of your slick leaking forth. Lure’s lips found the underside of your jaw and pressed searing, open-mouthed kisses against the skin there, suckling the sensitive flesh into his mouth in a similar fashion to his ashen-haired friend.

V parted from your neck just long enough to groan slightly, “Is she wet, Minnie?”

Lure hummed, and you idly wondered if Minnie was his alias like V seemed to be Copycat’s. The villain’s voice was thick as he spoke suddenly against your neck in an answer to your unspoken question, “It’s Min, princess.”

He then spoke louder for V’s benefit, tone rough and husky in a stark contrast to its usual airy and light nature. “She’s dripping, and taking my fingers so well. She’s so tight, so wound up, I think she’s going to cum soon. Is that right, princess?”

You wanted to argue, to retort, it’s not that easy, but at a sudden curl of Min’s fingers within you, the tips of his digits pressing so deliciously into that spot, you lost your entire train of thought with the long moan that escaped you. Pleasure tingled down your spine, shooting hotly beneath your skin to mix and meld into the cocktail of heat and desire pooling in your belly. He began pumping his fingers inside you, thumb working your clit in tantalising, titillating motions. Wanton moans spilt unchecked from your kiss-swollen lips, your head still resting against V’s shoulder. The taller male was grinding his hardened length slowly against your ass, and using what little coherency you had left you rocked your hips back to aid him in his search for friction. He growled against your neck at the pleasurable sensation, teeth grazing the skin he had marked so tender. You were struggling to keep your noises under control but neither of them seemed to mind.

Min’s mouth returned to your neck, travelling down the curve of your throat and over your collarbones. Your thighs quivered slightly, trembling as with each firm thrust of his fingers the male brought you closer and closer to a release that was tightening your insides so deliciously.

“F-fuck,” you cried out sharply as he added a third finger, curling them inside you and hitting your g-spot. The stretch burned just slightly, but you were too taken by the hot, heady pleasure washing over your limbs to notice. “Fuck, right there—"

“Are you going to cum, princess?” Min hummed, V groaning against your throat, his own fingers still at work on your chest. There were too many sensations washing over you, too much to keep up with, and you found yourself becoming lost in the throes of it all. You were getting so close, coil in your abdomen tightening and the heat in your belly flooding along your veins. Min smiled against your clavicle, privy to your innermost workings. Just a few more thrusts, a few more brushes of your clit, and you’d be coming undone— but he didn’t want to wait that long.

He curled his fingers within you one last time, voice low and commanding and threaded with the intoxicating flavour of his compulsion as he murmured against your throat, “Cum for us, princess. Now.”

You didn’t get a chance to prepare, your orgasm crashing into you on his command and robbing you of your breath even as it was used on the loud, keening cries tearing from your throat. His fingers continued to fuck into you through your high, slipping from your folds only when your hips strained to shift away at the overstimulation. Soft whimpers tumbled from your lips, mouth hanging slightly agape as you recovered from the sensations. V’s hands went from stimulating to soothing, dragging warmth over your abdomen that quivered with your breath.

Min had pulled away from your neck, a low moan dragging from his throat and you flushed as he spoke and you realised he’d slipped his fingers, covered in your release, into his mouth. “She tastes heavenly, V. We should have done this sooner.”

There was a whine from behind you, the male still grinding his length into your ass leisurely. “Minnie, I want a taste too.”

Even without your sight you could hear the smile in the orange-haired male’s voice. “Then you can have one,” he purred, finger trailing along your jaw and brushing over your lips. Your eyelids fluttered beneath the blindfold. “He’s been so good to you, hasn’t he, princess? He deserves a taste.”

His tone shifted as he spoke next, laced once more with the sweet, cloying flavour of his compulsion. You weren’t the one on the receiving end of the order this time, yet still the tone caused your head to swim. “Lower the rope and get her how you want her, V.”

A pleased, eager noise escaped the male behind you and he was shifting immediately, hands leaving your form to complete the task Min had given him. It took only a moment before you felt the rope holding your arms above you slacken, and at the release of the tension that had been keeping you completely upright your legs began to buckle, arms dropping but still bound by the cuffs and tethered loosely to the ceiling. Large, warm hands found your hips once more and halted you before you could fall, V’s deep baritone alarmingly close to your ear. One hand shifted and gripped the material of your suit, tugging. “I need your help with this, Minnie.”

Min hummed, acquiescing to the taller male’s wishes as you felt his smaller hands gripping the material as well. Alarm shot through you as a sudden thought filtered through the haze in your mind and you hurried to berate them. “Don’t rip—”

The ever so familiar sound of tearing fabric reached your ears and a short-lived spike of annoyance filled you. Did they have no idea how expensive it was to repair a suit like this, and especially on the down-low?! Fucking ingrates—

Your internal grumblings were cut off by the sensation of your suit being cut and ripped away from your hips, a sharp gasp escaping you as cool air hit your soaked centre. At once the musky scent of your release and arousal filtered into the air, hitting your nostrils headily. You heard the sharp inhale from the male behind you as he sensed the same thing you did, and more slick trickled forth from your throbbing core at the sheer exhilaration of it all.

V moved from behind you suddenly, Min’s hands replacing his on your hips, and you heard his footsteps against the metal floor as he moved before you. You strained to hear what he was doing, breath quickening once more, and were slightly confused at the sound of shifting material and metal groaning. Large hands grasped your ass and with a yelp you were tugged down, knees meeting the floor either side of something thanks to the hands that had pushed your thighs apart. The rope that had slackened earlier was now taut again, arms above your head once more, and you swayed slightly from the momentum of your fall. At the sensation of a hot breath against your folds you squeaked, realisation flooding your mind and a hot flush of arousal scorching your belly to accompany it. Your limbs were still slightly weak from your last orgasm, and the slightest bit of fear trickled into your thoughts for what was to come.

“Go ahead,” Min spoke, voice laced with a command once more. His hand came to smooth over your head, touch both reassuring and one of control. “Taste her. Her pussy is yours, V.”

Your stomach flipped, dipping dangerously as the male between your legs eagerly obeyed and you were tugged down by the firm grip he had on your ass. Your thighs trembled as you tried not to let them slip further on the floor, not to put all of your weight onto him, but he didn’t care. He buried his face in your folds with reckless abandon, tongue darting from between shapely lips to lick a broad strip along your dripping slit. His nose brushed your sensitive, swollen clit as he did so and you cried out, moaning softly as he began to lap up the copious amounts of slick coating your folds and trickling from your still-throbbing core.

His attention wasn’t directly on pleasuring you, but the firm brushes of his nose against your clit as he buried his face between your thighs and lapped up your juices in earnest, in combination with the loud, sinful sounds that accompanied the eager, messy movements of his tongue, meant desire and pleasure were tangling together in the pit of your abdomen once more. Low, groaning moans escaped him every so often, the sensations of the vibrations against you causing your legs to quiver and your own shaky moans to pierce the air. You were still sensitive, so sensitive, each stimulating rub against the bundle of nerves bordering deliciously on pain.

Min’s hand left your head, trailing down your neck and over the side of your arm until his palm was cupping your jaw once more. You hung onto each touch, subconsciously trying to make up for your lack of sight with your other senses. V’s tongue, in its diligent efforts, had gathered most of your essence, and was now dipping deeper, delving through your folds and laving against the underside of your clit in its eager search for more. He was ravenous, insatiable, and your limbs trembled with the sensations he was causing to flood your form.

The hand that was pressed to your cheek tilted your head up, soft moans and whines still falling from your lips at V’s ministrations despite the different angle of your throat.

“You like it when he eats you out, princess?” Min’s voice was a low, seductive purr as it brushed your ears and you were filled with the urge to lean into the sound. “You like feeling his tongue against your sweet little pussy? Answer me.”

The words tumbled from your lips before you even knew they’d formed in your mind. “Y-yes, fuck,” you whined, hips shifting like they didn’t know whether they wanted to move closer or away. “B-but I’m still— I’m still so s-sensitive—”

Min hummed in acknowledgement of your words. “Poor baby. Why don’t we distract you a bit, hm? V, keep going.”

The male currently burying his face between in your folds made a rumbling noise of acknowledgement that had your thighs quivering, a soft whine pulled from deep in your throat. There was a new sound brushing against your ears, fabric rustling and soft metallic clanking. The hand against your face shifted, fingertips trailing along your jaw and over your lips. Two digits pressed against them, accompanied by an airy command, “Open your mouth, princess.”

Even if he hadn’t been using his power on you, you didn’t doubt you would have done as he said just as obediently as you did now. Your lips parted, and you felt his fingers slip eagerly into your mouth. V gave a particularly firm lick against your clit as he did so and you moaned around the digits resting against your tongue, applying light suction on instinct. A light groan came from before you, a curse falling softly from plump lips. The fingers were torn from your mouth after a few seconds more, fabric rustling once more.

“You want something in your mouth, princess?” he queried, hoarse voice accompanied by the filthy slurps and suckling V was making as he continued eating your pussy out. “You want to help me out like I helped you?”

You were nodding before you even realised it, mouth parting eagerly in anticipation. It was almost shameful how you nearly salivated at the idea of what you thought was coming, how even now more of your juices gushed forth to soak V’s tongue and arousal burned beneath your skin, thighs trembling. “Yes, p-pl-ah!— please!”

Min didn’t keep you waiting, a pleased noise escaping him as you heard him step closer. “Good girl. Open your mouth again, princess. Wider.”

You obeyed and soon you were rewarded by a heavy weight against your tongue, a slightly salty flavour brushing your tastebuds and a musky scent tickling your nose. A soft moan slipped from your throat and your lips quickly moved to wrap around the intrusion, a sharp groan greeting your ears as you did so.

“Fuck,” Min cursed lowly, voice catching in his throat, as you sucked around the head of his cock, drinking in the velvety feel and taste of his member as it lay hot against your tongue. V must have liked what he saw from his position below you because he was soon moaning against your throbbing, sensitive pussy, dragging a moan out of your own throat in response. Another curse, and the cock currently in your mouth pressed further. Taking the hint, you did your best in the position you were in and began to move your head. He wasn’t the longest, but he was definitely one of the thickest, and you could already feel the impeding ache in your jaw.

Breathy moans were your reward as you sucked the tangerine-haired male off, fingers winding into your hair and tugging as he muttered praise. You struggled to focus, attention torn between the aching pleasure sparking along your spine and your determination to make the villain before you feel as good as he’d made you feel just before.

“Suck a little harder, princess. Take a little more of me into your— agh fuck, that’s it,” Min continued to urge you on with a deep, throaty groan, his hips thrusting to meet the bobs of your head. The oversensitivity in your pussy had begun to fade and pleasure was making itself more known to you now, but you should have known better than to think you would be let off the hook that quickly. “V, make her cum again. I want her moaning around my cock while you eat her out.”

All too pleased to oblige, V once more increased the fervour with which he lapped and sucked at your pussy, lips wrapping firmly around your clit and causing your whole body to jerk. A sharp, keening moan tore from your throat and at the vibrations surrounding his swollen member Min hissed, hips thrusting roughly into your mouth before he could stop them. You wanted to protest, to whine out, and wriggle your hips away because so much so sudden was too much and your abdomen was tightening, pussy clenching around nothing. Still so soon after your orgasm, you were already hurtling towards another at an alarming speed and shuddering moans fell from your lips one after the other even as you continued doing your best to suck Min off.

It was as V’s teeth grazed your clit that you were finally thrown from the edge, the tight coil of pressure within you snapping once more and sending you into a sensation of white hot bliss. Your hips ground against his face, abdomen quivering and legs struggling to keep the rest of your weight off of him as you tried your best to maintain a rhythm of sorts with your mouth around Min’s cock even as white fluttered behind your eyelids. Too much, so much, you were struggling to keep up with it all, but the vibrations from your long, stilting moans must have been more than Min could handle as he was suddenly pulling his member from your mouth, breathing heavily and cursing as he tried to stop himself from coming undone so quickly. Your loud whines now met the air unchecked, chest heaving as you struggled to come down from your high in a timely fashion. Hands on your ass shifted to your thighs and you were eased up, a soft noise of approval slipping from the male beneath you.

You didn’t have much time to orient yourself before you were being tugged up to your feet once more, and the blindfold that had sat over your eyes since the beginning finally undone. You blinked rapidly as the material fell from your eyes, vision bleary and unadjusted. Your sight had just begun to return to you when there was a figure stepping in front of you and a hand coming to hook beneath the collar they had placed around your neck. You were tugged forward, V’s mouth capturing your own and eliciting a low moan as you tasted yourself on his soft petal lips and his tongue as it swept along your bottom lip. Eyes fluttering closed once more, your body leant into him and his free hand came to grip at your hip before shifting and delivering a sudden, sharp smack to your ass.

You yelped,  flinching away, and the fox-like grin had returned to his face— or perhaps it had never left— except now it carried a darker, more lustful tone that drew you in more than ever before. Your pussy throbbed, and a part of you yearned for a break but from the glint in the villain’s eyes the other part of you knew you weren’t going to get it anytime soon.

“Did you like sucking Minnie’s cock, hm?” the male purred, curving his back and pressing his prominent bulge against you. Your breath caught in your throat, pussy throbbing with a sensation that was somewhere between the ache of arousal and the muddled burn of oversensitivity. “Did you like having his cock in your mouth as you came on mine?”

The hand that had initially tugged your collar slipped its fingers free and they dragged along your skin to grasp around your throat loosely, just enough pressure in place to remind you they were there. Your heart was racing as your head bobbed in a hurried nod. You didn’t know what you looked like, but you felt like a mess. “Y-yes, I did.”

The ashen-haired male seemed pleased with your answer, tugging you forward to capture your lips once more. His kiss was different to his accomplice’s— a deep, molten burn like lava beneath your skin compared to the crackling heat that danced along your spine from Min’s.

“That’s a good girl,” he purred against your mouth, teeth nipping your bottom lip and drawing a whine from you. “Hasn’t she been a good girl, Minnie?”

You had completely forgotten the tangerine-haired male was present until he spoke then, hand coming to drag along the curve of your spine. You shuddered, unable to help the involuntary action. “She has. Do you want to show her what good girls get?”

If possible, V’s grin grew even wider, even more devious. You felt your heart skip a beat or three. “It would be my pleasure.”

The hand around your throat moved to your ass with its twin and suddenly you were being hoisted up, your breath catching in a sharp gasp that melted into a long, low whine as your sensitive core met the heat of his bulge and the resulting friction set your nerves alight. Your legs wrapped around the tall male’s waist, arms still bound above you but with less pressure on them now. The male wasn’t phased at all by your weight, hands cupping your ass and kneading the supple flesh with ease as his eyes bore into yours and sent your heart into a state of disarray.

You felt Min come up behind you in a reversal of their earlier positioning, his hands winding around your waist to rest leisurely atop your belly. Where he touched your skin was alight and you let out a soft noise at the sensation. He allowed his chin to rest on your shoulder, mouth beside you ear as he spoke in that same light, airy tone. You thought that even if he didn't have the power of compulsion, with a voice like that he could still have people bending to his every whim. “Fuck her, V. I want to hear her sweet noises as she cries out again.”

You weren’t sure if Min’s voice had been laced with a command or not, but V was eager to comply nonetheless. He supported your weight with one hand, the other moving to his suit and undoing the necessary parts to free his erection from the tight confines of the material. Finally the last zip dragged open and fabric shifted, and V’s member was springing forth and catching your eye immediately, wrenching a startled gasp from your parted lips. God, he was huge, and instantly you wondered whether he would even fit. Yet, even as alarm filtered through your thoughts, arousal stirred in your abdomen and your hips shifted slightly in anticipation. Your actions elicited a low growl from the male before you as you unwittingly ground against his throbbing length, and a thrill shot up your spine.

There was a chuckle in your ear, the arms looped around your waist winding tighter. “It'll fit, princess,” he murmured an answer to your thoughts so close to your ear that a shiver was traveling down your spine. “Just the thought is making you so wet, isn't it? Such filthy things for a princess to be thinking.”

Heat graced your cheeks once more and in your effort to avert your eyes they were caught in V’s dark gaze. Without faltering, he rolled his hips slightly against you, the friction making you gasp, before he was shifting his hips back and guiding his enlarged member to your entrance. It brushed against your clit, gathering your slick as it dragged down your slit, and your breath hitched in your throat as the flushed, swollen head of his cock began to press into you. He halted before he could move in any further, grinning at the needy whine that fell from your lips.

“You want my cock, sweetheart?” his voice was low and thick with desire as he spoke, eyes still trapping yours within their dark, magnetic draw. “You want me to fuck you good, fill you up?”

You couldn't help the moan that rose within your throat at his words or the errant, telling twitch of your hips. “Yes,” you said, voice breathy. Your dignity was thrown out the window with the last of your pride. “P-please, fuck me.”

Pleased with your response, V rolled his hips forward. His length began to ease into you, a sharp burn that melded into a slight ache greeting your senses as your pussy stretched around his impressive girth. A long, keening whine echoed low in your throat as you clenched around him unwittingly, the sudden sensation of your tight, velvety walls squeezing his member more than he could take as he slammed his length the rest of the way in with a sharp groan and an instinctive buck of his hips. Your back arched and you cried out sharply, barely registering the way Min’s fingers dug lightly into the soft flesh of your tummy as he watched his accomplice’s cock disappear into your greedy pussy. The stretch continued to burn slightly, but with each second that passed, filled with uneven breaths from all three of you, the pain faded a little more.

One of the hands pressed to your abdomen shifted along your skin, up over your ribs until a palm was cupping your breast, thumb and forefinger tweaking the hardened peak that sat atop. You gasped a moan, pussy clenching slightly in response, and the pain dissipated to give way for a deep, curling pleasure that warmed your spine at how utterly and completely full you felt. Quickly gathering that you’d had enough time to adjust, V rolled his hips away to snap them back into you with such force you swore you saw stars for a second.

“Fuck!” you whined, head falling back against Min’s shoulder. “Oh my god, V—”

The villain purred as his name fell from your lips, rewarding you with another hard thrust that had heat shooting up your spine and pleasure pooling deep in your abdomen. You were surprised Min had stayed silent this long when he seemed to greatly enjoy giving orders, but couldn’t ponder it for long. V’s fingers dug into your ass, kneading the flesh slightly as he gave another experimental roll of his hips before snapping them back and setting a brutal pace. You could have screamed, and probably would have if the sound didn’t catch in your lungs. Your mind went blank for a moment, nonsensical moans tearing from your throat and if you had even the slightest presence of mind you might have cringed at how utterly needy you sounded. With each hard thrust, each delicious drag of his swollen cock against your fluttering walls, pleasure surged throughout the rest of your body. Your chest bounced, something Min was eagerly admiring by tugging your nipples and watching your breasts move with them.

Your blurry gaze was directed at the ceiling, and only now as one of the villains you’d been fighting all week was pounding into your pussy did you realise that the room you were in was spherical, and the rectangular gap in the ceiling was oddly reminisce of something. It clicked in your mind more suddenly than you could register— the observatory. They’d led you to the observatory on the outskirts of town without you even realising. God, what kind of hero were you that you didn’t even realise where you were until you were being railed by the enemy?

Despite the fact that you weren’t as sensitive as you had been before, your previous orgasms had taken their toll and your core was alight with all the sensations currently being inflicted upon you. It wasn’t taking you long at all for your body to work itself back up, abdomen already beginning to tighten and coil with pressure as more slick gushed forth from your core. Were your mind not currently swimming in a haze of arousal and desire, you might have blushed at the lewd, wet sounds that echoed in the air with each powerful thrust of V’s length into your slick core.

“Does it feel good, princess?” a low, throaty murmur sounded against your ear and caused your stomach to flip. At his words your eyes fell back down from the ceiling and caught V’s own. “Do you like how his cock feels as it fills your pussy up?”

You were nodding in response before you even processed the question, mouth hanging open slightly. V’s grip on your ass shifted, and so with it did the position of your hips. The new angle meant that his length was reaching new depths within you, hitting new spots, and the sudden spark of pleasure was so intense it rendered your mind blank for a second. A loud, keening whine broke from your throat, spine arching, and Min’s hand that had remained on your stomach now moved up to cup your chin. his fingers pressed against your lips, slipping into your mouth with ease and you moaned as you sucked his digits lightly, tongue laving. You heard the breathless moan that caught in Min’s throat at the action, but he was not one to be distracted. Pulling his fingers from your mouth, sufficiently wet, he moved them down to your core and you squeaked as he bypassed your clit after a fleeting rub or the sensitive nub and two of his fingers pressed lower against your entrance. V continued to thrust into you, unphased and even a little breathless at the sight as Min gathered your essence on his digits and began to slowly press one in alongside V’s cock.

The two of you moaned, V’s hips stuttering in their motion momentarily before resuming with more fervour than before. You could hardly catch your breath, the sensation of being stretched further and the light burn it caused mixed with the heady, addictive pleasure of V’s length as it dragged along your walls and hit places within you just right was almost too much. The coil within you wound tighter and tighter, and as Min began fucking into you alongside V’s length, curling his fingers to press against your g-spot once more, you shot closer to the edge once more.

“F-fuck, gonna— I’m gonna cum—” you whimpered, head rolling back once more and eyes cinching shut. Another thrust and you were teetering on the edge, just another curl of Min’s fingers away from your third orgasm—

“Don’t you dare cum again yet, princess,” his tone was firm and unforgiving, voice laced with a command that your body couldn’t resist. He curled his fingers once more and pleasure rolled over you that should have tipped you from the edge, yet you remained firmly on the edge. A strangled noise built in the back of your throat, eyes fluttering open. No, he didn’t just say that— he had to let you cum, you didn’t think you could bare it if your orgasm was held just out of reach like that, especially when you were so sensitive. Min’s voice sounded once more and your stomach sank to the floor in a sick combination of exhilarating anticipation and dread. “V, fuck her good and hard, so she won’t be able to walk tomorrow. I want to hear her scream.”

V didn’t need to be commanded to obey, already there and increasing his pace brutally to one that had your head spinning and pleasure burning along your limbs, chest and face flushing. You were sure his hips were going to bruise your thighs and ass, fingers digging in deliciously to the supple flesh of your behind. You whined as each thrust caused more pleasure to flood your system yet you couldn’t cross that line, couldn’t tip over the edge like every cell in your body screamed to.

You were almost incoherent, whining loudly and a sound almost like a sob sounding at the end of your words. “N-no please, please let me cum— I c-ah!— I can’t—”

Min hummed against your ear, pleased with your reactions, drinking in the noises spilling from your kiss-swollen lips. “Louder, princess. I want the whole city to hear your cries.”

V continued pounding into you mercilessly, strokes beginning to grow slightly uneven, and you were drowning into so much pleasure it was beginning to meld into a numbness that bordered on painful. Tears budded in your eyes, the urge for release so strong in you that having it withheld from you like this meant that you didn’t know what to do with yourself. Against your will, your cries echoed louder, sobs building in your chest as the sensation increased and tears began to drop down your cheeks.

“P-please let me cum!” you cried, back arching as you struggled to shirk the feelings. “Please, please, p-please I need to cum, I can’t—”

Min hummed, satisfied by the volume of your whines and screams, and spoke up just as V was beginning to lose control himself. “V, stop.”

Obediently, the ashen-haired male’s hips slowed to a halt and you struggled to regain your breath, chest heaving slightly. Min turned his head, lips pressing against your neck as you took a breather, V doing the same as he attempted to get his own breathing under control. With each moment that passed by, you fell back a little further from the edge that had tormented you so, and while you mourned the loss of the orgasm you could have had, you were glad that you were no longer experiencing that sensation.

After a few more moments the urge to shift away disappeared and your pussy was left throbbing for more once more, aching deliciously with its intrusions and in your yearning for friction your hips wriggled slightly. The movement didn’t go unnoticed.

“Such a greedy girl,” Min groaned as you clenched around his fingers and V’s member, the latter letting out a sharp exhale and a shuddering moan. “You want to cum again that badly, so soon?”

You couldn’t will yourself to speak, the slightest traces of shame causing your cheeks to flush with heat. You didn’t need to, however, as V’s eyes watched your expression the entire time. He rolled his hips experimentally and at your sharp moan donned a devilish grin. “I think she does. Look how needy she is— her pussy is already stretched around my cock but she still wants more.”

Your heart skipped a beat, Min’s response eliciting a thrill deep in your abdomen. He spoke directly to you, fingers curling slightly within you once more. You whined and he basked in the noise before allowing his words to slip forth, “Since you’re such a greedy girl, perhaps we should give you some more, hm? V, pull her closer to you.”

You were tugged forward by your collar as one of V’s hands left your ass and moved to grasp the metallic accessory, before moving to your back to hold you in place against him. Your thighs clenched around his waist and his breath hitched, hand smacking your ass and eliciting another yelp.

Min’s hands left your body, slipping from your core with a wet squelch that had heat burning across your cheekbones, and slid down your back slowly until he too reached your ass. Mind still hazy with the carryover lust from the past hour or so, you didn’t realise exactly what he had planned until you felt the head of his member pressing against your entrance where V’s own length was currently buried. At once you were flooded with sense of alarm and an undeniable amount of arousal— god, they were going to split you in half. Sure, you’d taken some wild toys in your encounters with Tempest and even beforehand, but you’d never gone double. Shamefully, the idea turned you on more than it concerned you, and from the chuckle that echoed behind you, you knew Min had heard that thought too.

He soothed you with a firm rub of your ass and a kiss to your neck. “Don’t worry, princess. We’ll make sure you feel good.”

You caught V nodding in affirmation and took a shuddering breath, allowing your body to relax in V’s inhumanly strong hold. Pleased at the development, Min pressed another soft kiss to your neck before he was pulling back and grasping your hips to brace the both of you. V tugged you back just enough that your face was before his, and just as the shorter male began to press into you captured your lips with his own. The kiss was enough to distract you for the most part, the addictive flavour that greeted your tastebuds as his tongue pressed past your lips and swept over your own enough to warrant a moan as you shifted your upper body closer to him as well as you could.

As Min’s bulbous head began to push into your throbbing pussy alongside the taller male’s cock, you couldn't help but whimper at the burn. The tangerine-haired male’s dick had been thicker than V’s, and you were definitely feeling it now as it eased into you, aided greatly by the copious amounts of slick still gushing from your core. You broke from V’s lips to allow your forehead to fall onto his shoulder. It didn’t take Min long until he was completely inside you, his pelvic bone meeting your ass, and when he came to a stop and your walls fluttered around the intrusions on reflex all three of you moaned. The burn began to fade, and you moaned as you shifted your hips slightly and felt how completely, absolutely full you were. Briefly, you had an image of both of them spilling their cum inside you, filling you even more and stuffing you so full that it overflowed and leaked out of your abused hole afterwards. You quickly tried to squash this thought before Min saw it, but the sharp inhale from behind you told you that you were too late.

“Fuck,” he cursed, voice hoarse as his hips twitched and he struggled to control himself. “You’re filthy, Spark. You really want that, hm, princess? You want us both to fuck you so full of our cum you’re ready to burst? So full it’ll leak out all over that pretty little suit of yours afterwards?”

V choked on a moan at the male’s words, fingers tightening in their hold on your ass as you whined in embarrassment. Min didn’t even bother waiting for a response.

“That can easily be arranged,” he breathed, rolling his hips back and pulling his length from your tight, velvety depths. Both you and V moaned as his cock dragged firmly against your walls and his member. “Hold onto V, princess.”

You obeyed, and it was a good thing you did as right after her spoke Min snapped his hips and his length slammed back into you, causing a strong wave of pleasure to wash over you, heat tingling over your limbs. You cried out loudly, cursing, and V joined you as he struggled to regain his bearings with the new sensation. It didn’t take him long to recover, however, and soon the two of them had set a pace as they alternated fucking into you powerfully. Your whole body moved with the force of their brutal thrusts, whines and moans flowing constantly from your throat— you couldn’t have stopped them even if you tried. It was so much, so so much more than you were used to, and your head was positively swimming in the sheer arousal, desire, and pure, unadulterated pleasure drowning your senses.

Your fingers struggled to clutch the rope above them, limbs quivering as the tension in your abdomen that had dissipated before quickly returned and the flames of desire were quickly rekindled. They continued pounding into you at that same brutal pace and you were drowning in the feel of them, never having been so absent yet present in the moment before. You were rapidly approaching the edge of the orgasm you’d been denied before, and judging by the noises and stuttering thrusts of the two males either side of you, they were too.

“F-fuck, V…” you moaned loudly as their thrusts pressed against a particularly deep part of you. A shriek escaped you as Min’s hand moved and pinched your nipple harshly. “Fuck, Min!”

V’s low tone greeted your ears once more, breath shallow and voice thick with desire. “Does it feel good, sweetheart? Do you like your pussy getting fucked full by both of our cocks?”

You moaned, “Yes, yes— fuck, it feels so good! P-please don’t stop!”

V groaned against your neck, fingers digging harder into your flesh as his strokes faltered slightly. You were getting close, so close, your previous denial meaning you were climbing faster than ever before. It wasn’t long before you were looming on the precipice of a release you knew was going to hit you hard, and the person to push you off was Min.

His hand moved from your breast, fingers releasing your abused nipple to trail down your body and over your core. Fingertips brushed your clit, and then firm circles were being rubbed over the sensitive nub, slickened by your copious juices, and it was more than you could take. The pressure within you snapped and with a scream you were cumming hard, pussy clenching around the two cocks currently ploughing into you as your vision sparked white and pleasure washed over you in a large, tingling tidal wave. The two males groan as you tightened impossibly around them, the feeling of your velvety walls hugging their members so nicely enough to send them to join you over the edge. Loud groans and moans echoed in the large observatory as they came, spilling their release inside you. It splashed hotly against your walls, filling you up just as you imagined, and you moaned loudly at the feeling.

It took a while for you to come down, your head laying limp against V’s shoulder as you struggled to return to the ground and the present moment. Min was the first to move, shifting and allowing his softening member to slip from your hole. Immediately some of your mixed release gushed forth, dripping down your ass and onto the floor and you moaned softly, tiredly. Exhaustion was beginning to settle in your limbs, and you almost didn’t notice as there was more movement behind you, above you, and suddenly your arms were freed from their binds. They fell slack against V, the male letting out a soft chuckle.

“V, do you want to bring her over here? We’ll get her cleaned up then we can sleep.”

You were coherent enough that you noticed the subtle shift in Min’s wording, and had just enough presence of mind to realise that he’d worded it that way so it wasn’t a direct command— so he wasn’t controlling V when he didn’t need to be, and the ashen-haired male still retained a hold of his free will. The male now cradling you in his arms shifted, slipping his own length from you and quickly moving so you were held horizontally in his arms.

You were too tired to argue, but not too tired to query his actions. “What are you doing?”

The return of the male’s fox-like grin was almost comforting as he flashed it your way. You felt him walking over to, presumably, wherever Min was standing.

“We don’t think you’re in any condition to go home,” he said, amusement creeping into his tone. “Besides, we’re thorough, we think ahead. We prepared this place long before we managed to lure you here. There’s a bed.”

You smiled humorously, “You expect me to share my bed with two villains?”

The male sent you a look. “Considering what we just did, I don’t think you have much grounds for protest. Besides, this warrants a truce until at least Tuesday.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle tiredly at that, allowing him to lay you down on plush bedding to the side of the observatory. “True. I guess I can bare it for just one night.”

Min appeared at your side with a damn cloth and approached you with a sweet, sheepish smile you hadn’t before had the pleasure of seeing on his face. “Good, because I really don’t feel like helping you hobble back to wherever you live.”

You rolled your eyes, helping the tangerine-haired male as he cleaned you up, and eventually settled down on the bedding, exhaustion taking a firm hold of you once more. With your cuffs and the collar they’d placed around your neck removed, you were safely ensconced in the reassuring, humming warmth of your powers once more.

As you drifted off, you couldn’t help but think how strange it was that despite sharing your bed with a villain on numerous occasions, this would be the first time you’d stayed to sleep with them. When you felt the male who’d plopped down beside you earlier and immediately started snoring, V, roll over in his sleep and slip his arm around you like you were a stuffed toy of sorts, you admitted, just to yourself...

This was something you could get used to.

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Sunshine was something he’d always had a love-hate relationship with. The way it illuminated the world, basked everything in a warm, golden glow that spoke of summer and carefree times spent in the company of loved ones— that was something he liked. But the burn, the sensation of feeling too close to the sun when he stepped outside for air and instead only felt more suffocated than before by the stifling heat and overwhelming presence of the sun… that was something he didn’t like. He found it peculiar, therefore, that he was always likened to the sun. Sunshiney… he supposed, in this persona, that was a word that described him. His mother knew him better than any, he supposed, perhaps even better than himself. Yet, even she had no clue that her own sun harboured not only the golden glow of summer inside him, but also the overpowering burn of midday. He didn’t know if anyone would ever know.

He had wondered whether taking this trip was a good idea— he’d done it to clear his head, refresh his perspective, among other things. But instead, as he probably could have predicted, instead of being forced out of his own head, he was now deeper inside it than he had been before. It was always too quiet when he came here; he should have known his burning thoughts would be too loud for the timid breeze and soft grass that surrounded this place.

Hoseok blinked, coming suddenly back to the present moment when sunlight filtered through the window and glinted off a steel utensil at just the right angle to land a glaringly bright light in his eye. He leaned away in distaste, taking a generous bite of his croissant. It had cooled significantly in the time he’d spent zoning out, and he wasn’t sure how he felt about that. Perhaps he should have woken earlier for his breakfast, when the sunlight wasn’t quite so bold.

He was interrupted from his thoughts by a sudden ding! from his side, gaze flicking to the device that had lit up accordingly. A message, he noticed, slightly curious as to who it could possibly be. A small bit of hope sparked within him at the thought that it could be a certain someone— he’d only dispensed this number to a handful of people, and she was one of them. He’d gone most of the week without a peep, but put it down to her pride— she had an unfailing abundance, and he’d honestly thought she’d go the whole time he was away without contacting him first. At the possibility that he was wrong, that she was seeking him out first, he almost felt positively gleeful. He couldn’t even bring himself to squash this current train of thought— it was exactly what he’d come here to escape.

Pretending he wasn’t as eager as he really was, he casually unlocked the phone, flicking open the messaging app. To his disappointment, it wasn’t a message from her, but from a number he hadn’t cared about enough to save.

From: xx x xxxx xx xx x xxxx xx sent a video file, ff_at_dusk.mp4. Would you like to open?

Hoseok had always been too curious for his own good, and this proved to be true even now. He tapped ‘open’ without thinking, watching as the loading screen popped up and the video was rendered before it began to play. He froze, eyes trapped on the screen.

His croissant dropped to the floor, landing in the sunlight.

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30 Amazing Questions Only A Genius Could Answer.

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As requested by @judyxd26

THIS IS OBVIOUSLY MY OWN OPINION. DONT @ ME

JUST MONIKA (I see you there)

Probably Yuri. The Shy/Yandere anime trope has been used a little too much recently.

Has to be "Your Reality". I gives me the feels everytime. EVERYTIME.

"Sayo-nara" gotta be my least fav. Not because its bad or anything. It just gives me scary flashbacks of Sayori. TOO SPOOPY FOR ME.

Most afraid? Hmm, if ur talking about the jumpscares, I would say Natsuki when she snaps her neck. (DID I SAY THERE'S SPOILERS HERE?)

I would say Monika. I always try too hard for attention :3

Look most familiar?? First of all, im a dude. *LOOKING AT MALE VER DDLC CAST* ok, its either Sayori or Monika. Can't decide tbh.

I used my first name BOI. GOTTA HAVE THE FULL IMMERSION.

10/10. Despite the warnings everytime you open the game and at the game page, I never took it to consideration. Sayori's death really took me by surprise.

Sayori maybe? MC's texts during that part was deep. If deleting Monika is considered a death, I would say thats the most saddest one. Monika realised the mistakes she made and she regretted them. But it was too late as she was slowly getting deleted. On a side note: I didnt delete her in the end, her conversations were very interesting. My sister forced me to delete her tho :/

(Lets keep the next few questions short, Im trying to get some sleep 😪) Sayori: I like that she's optimistic. But she's too sensitive i'd say.

Short girls are cute. Manga IS literature. DONE.

I like that she's shy and all but im not very fond of the idea of playing with knifes. DONE.

SHE IS BEST GIRL. SHE IS THE ONLY CHARACTER THAT FEELS REAL. SHE DESERVES A ROUTE. SHE IS A GODDESS SEND FROM THE HEAVENS. SHE THICC BOI, FIGHT ME. (I should have been a little more serious😅 There is more reasons at Question 29.)

Monika's poem. DONE.

NOPE, IM A HYPROCRITE. TRIED ONCE, FAILED BADLY.

I would if I COULD ACTUALLY FINISH READING MY BOOKS FOR ONCE. *glares at the full collection of Harry Potter at the corner of the room*

Pretty often. Not enough to fix my spelling tho.

Once. The English Club at school. Pretty boring.

Like I said before, im a dude. Soo yea, MC is my only option.

Yuri. For obvious reasons.

There isnt a character that I "want" to be a guy but i'd say Sayori looks fine as both genders.

I havent seen any fanart of Monika as an animal yet. So, Monika then.

If Monika had a route I would totally pick that one. Since she doesnt, i would pick Natsuki's.

Probably Stephen King

They did such an amazing indie game last year. Can't wait for the next one.

Yuri i guess. My yandere mode becomes active sometimes :3

Actually I have. Not the best experience.

(Skip this one if you want to. It's veryyy long.WARNING, It's about to get serious) I actually sat through a good 50+ minutes talking with Monika.In that time, she tells me how every time I quit the game, she feels like she's "dying", and enters a "living Hell" full of static screaming, flashing and darkness, and despite the fact that she feels as if her mind is disjointed in this space, she's still aware enough to remember it all every time we come back. There's also the fact she's fully aware all of her "friends" are simply mindless programs lacking free-will whose sole purpose in existence is falling in love with the player.I quit and loaded up the game a few times, and she asks you multiple times to please not put her through that torment, but eventually just says she'll have to relent that you can't always have the game open.Then I kept going, and got Sayori to tell me how she's super appreciative that I took the time to get to know them all and help them with their problems (however little I actually did), and that they all loved me. Credits are rolling, and I notice that the CG's aren't being deleted, until the very ending where the entirety of the Main Menu is deleted.I fucking broke Monika's heart and she subjected herself to living in an eternal near-death hellish blackness, and still the last thing she does for me is sing me a song about how much she loves me and wishes I'd been able to love her back. Deleting her causes her pain, but she was still conscious of everything and in control of the game files. Quitting puts her in a near-death state filled with suffering.I know it's only an AR game and none of it's real, but I'm literally sitting here with tears in my eyes because no matter what you do, Monika is doomed to an existence of agony, and the last thing she believes is that we probably hated her.I can't handle that shit, man, I didn't need to know. Couldn't you even let us believe there was some solace?

The game broke me psychologically and left me traumatized for 3 days.Sayori's arc made me feel sick to my stomach and sad, Yuri's arc scared me, and Monika's arc broke my heart and made me sad again.What part of psychology makes depressing horror enjoyable? Why did I love and enjoy a game that hurts? Maybe because the characters are so real and I've grown attached to them? I don't know. Either way I love DDLC, the community, and the fan content, but I don't know why. I guess it's because the main grip of the game is the 4 girls themselves, you grow so attached to them that it feels like your losing close friends. Making characters in any video game likable is hard but this game is an example of it done right, adding along with the story makes DDLC truly an experience.( finally, im done. I need a rest rn before I have a mental breakdown)