#and I’m hella kicking myself for not getting around to it faster

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Once Upon a December

Chapter 4: Things My Heart Still Needs to Know

A/N: So instead on doing this only from Rowan and Aelin’s POV I decided to add a little bit of Lysandra so we know whats happening on the other side of the continent! This was so fun especially because I love a little mystery and a certain character we learn more about here. If I forgot to tag you please tell me. Enjoy!

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Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

“Who are you?” Lysandra breathed, completely shocked. The man in front of her eyed her curiously, as if he too wanted to know who she was.

Lysandra usually was careful not to call attention to herself, had learned that with Yrene who had been here longer than she had, but she couldn’t help with this man. Whoever he was, he had to be related to Lin somehow.

“Who’s asking?” His voice was deep, a mix of accents making the words sound like a song. The accent from Eyllwe and… Terrasen?

“I— You—“ Lysandra was, for the first time in her life, completely speechless. Growing up in a poor orphanage in Adarlan, Lysandra always knew what to do or say to get out of a situation. Always had something on the tip of her tongue, usually a lie. But right now all she could do was stare at the turquoise and gold eyes that belonged to her best friend.

And to this man, apparently.

“I usually do leave women speechless, don’t worry.” He joked, a small smile on his lips. When she didn’t laugh, didn’t stop staring at him, the smile dropped and his eyes narrowed. “What?”

“Who are you?” She repeated, eyes wide.

“Aed!” Yrene said, coming from the kitchen. She didn’t realize the staring match Lysandra was having with the man. “It’s been a year since you came by!”

“Hello, Yrene.” His eyes softened, and he smiled at the barmaid. “Who’s this?”

“Oh! This is Lys, she’s new. Has been with us for eleven months now.” Yrene said, patting Lysandra’s shoulders before starting to retreat into the kitchen. “I’m on kitchen duty right now, but Lys can get whatever you want.”

“Hello, Lys.” His voice held humor, and Lysandra slowly came out of her stupor enough to narrow his eyes at him. The necklace around her neck was becoming heavier and heavier.

“Who are you?” She said a third time, her voice harder now.

He leaned in, whispering as if to tell her a secret. “Aedion Ahsryver, milady.” He winked at her.

Ashryver. Ashryver. Where had she heard…. Ahsryver.

No.

“As in royal Ashryver?” Her voice came out slowly and calmly, but her mind was racing.

“As in ex royal Ashryver, yes.” He joked, but his voice held some bitterness.

Lysandra stared at Aedion for a few seconds before turning around. She walked until her hand was on the doorknob to the back door. She opened it gently, closing it behind her with nothing more than a click. She breathed in the air, not even caring that it smelled like piss and trash. She needed oxygen, needed to clear her thoughts. With extremely steady hands, she grabbed her necklace.

Lysandra had always joked that it was unfair that Lin had such beautiful necklace— a series of overlapping circles forming the shape of an eye with a blue stone in the middle— and she had none. So on her seventeenth birthday Lin had taken her to the fair and bought her a cheap locket. The real present was when Lin took her to one of the few photographic stations in Erilea, taking a picture of the two of them and putting inside the locket.

“It’s out family heirloom now. The first one.” Lin had said, a smile on her lips. “Because we are sisters. Maybe not by blood, but you are my family, Lys.”

Now, as Lysandra opened her locket and looked at the picture inside, she didn’t see Lin.

No, she saw the man inside. She saw the fallen royal of a kingdom neighbor to the one she had grown up. She saw the defining traits, the eyes, the mouth, nose and jaw.

Lysandra stared at the locket and didn’t see Lin Sirota.

She saw Aelin Ashryver Galathynius.

Lysandra vomited, barely hearing the approaching footsteps.

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Lin was finally alone.

It had been five days since they got in the train and started their way to Banjali. They were currently in the middle of gods-know-where, and Lin had spent most of her day with Gav and Vaughan studying the royal family tree.

And exchanging scornful looks with Rowan, but that was besides the point. The man apparently had decided that he hated her guts with all his might, and Lin wasn’t all that sad about having someone to throw her anger at.

Around four, everyone decided to go to their own cabins and relax before dinner. They had been eating dinner in the privacy of their cabins for the past days, not wanting to draw too much attention. Today would be the first night they would go to the dining room.

Connall and Vaughan had been the first to leave. Gavriel and Lorcan were sharing one of the cabins, Fenrys and Rowan were in the other one and, as requested, she had her own. For forty minutes now she was sitting in silence, Fleetfoot asleep on the floor. The only sound was her fingers playing with the pendant on her necklace.

Aelin had asked if Gav had any books she could read. Most had been geography books, and although she didn’t hate geography, reading a whole book about it sounded brutal. Thankfully, he also had some history ones. With the excuse of keeping her studies, Lin grabbed one about the old royals.

The book was interesting, but Lin was so tired that she was dozing off when a knock came from the door. She sighed, having an instinct of who was knocking in such impolite manner.

“You can’t stay away, can you, Mr. Whitethorn?” She said as she opened the door, and there, as expected, was Rowan.

He had a frown on his face, but the sneer wasn’t there so Lin considered him in a good mood. Maybe he had taken a nap and calmed down, like those old cranky men usually did.

She took a step aside, letting him get into her cabin. As much as she had said she didn’t want to be disturbed by any of them whenever they weren’t practicing, Lin had to admit that she was infinitely curious to know what had brought Rowan here. She went back to her seat and plopped down, grabbing the book again. From the corner of her eye she could see him sitting down, giving the cabin a look that left clear all his discontent and how uncomfortable he was.

That was enough to make her smile a little.

“Look, Lin…” He forced out, as if the words physically hurt him. “I think we started off on the wrong foot.”

Oh, this was going to be fun.

“I do, too.” She said, her voice solemn.

“Ok.” He breathed.

“And I appreciate your apology.”

And just like that, the forced calm was gone. “Apology? Who said anything about an apology? I was just—“

“Mr. Whitethorn, don’t say anything else.” She raised her eyes from the book and looked straight at him. “It will only upset me.”

“Are you fucking serious right now?” He asked and Lin almost laughed at the incredulity on his face. “What about you apologize?”

“And what in Hella’s realm would I apologize for?” She dropped the book, her temper rising.

“Would you believe if I told you I made the same question to myself seconds ago?” He mocked, crossing his arms.

Oh.

She crossed her arms too, raising her chin. “You mean to tell me that you haven’t been awfully rude for the past days and—“

“And you have been such a charm, isn’t that right?” He interrupted her.

“And,” she continued as if he hadn’t said a word. “You want me to believe that it wasn’t Gavriel who told you to come here and set things straight?”

The moment his jaw clenched, Lin had her answer. Gav was the peace keeper and he would undoubtedly tell Rowan to stop bothering her at some point. She had to admit that she was surprised it had taken only a week.

“I was trying to be nice.” Rowan said, through clenched teeth.

“It didn’t work.” She replied with a sweet smile. “Actually—“

“Do you ever shut up?”

“You want me to be quiet?” Her jaw dropped. He was in her cabin taking up her time and he had the audacity to tell her to shut up.

“It is my greatest wish.” He slumped on his seat, and Lin wanted to jump on him and strangle his pretty neck.

“Fine!”

“Fine!”

“Fine!” She said louder, turning her head to the window. She knew she should kick him out, but her temper still hadn’t calmed down and she was itching to continue their sparring. She tried to soothe her nerves. She breathed in and out, watched the Oakwald trees passing by, tried to count to ten. Maybe if she tried to be civilized she would be able to kick him out faster and without further damage. “Will you miss it?”

“You talking? Hardly.”

And there was her temper rising again. “I meant Orynth, asshole.”

“Why the hell would I miss that piss poor city?” He sounded genuinely confused, and she turned her eyes back to him to see his brows furrowed.

“It was your home.” She said simply.

“It was a place where I lived. End of story.”

“That’s sad.” The words left her mouth before she could consider them, and Rowan’s gaze held so much wrath she had the mind of apologizing. “Sorry, it’s just that living most of your life without a home sounds shit. No wonder you’re like that.”

She knew it was the wrong thing to say the moment his face hardened.

“What’s up with you and homes, huh? Did you have a home, Lin? Did you have nice Yulemas mornings and happy Beltane celebrations? Did you have a beautiful house to go back every night?” His voice was dripping with venom, and that time it actually hurt. He knew she was an orphan, knew she had lived her whole life in an Adarlanian orphanage. And although he was an idiot, he wasn’t dumb. Rowan knew exactly how living in a poor orphanage in Adarlan as an immigrant and a Sirota meant.

He was just trying to hurt her by saying she never had a home either.

And it worked.

“I don’t know, to be honest.” She wanted to hurt him. Wanted to make him feel like the scum of the earth. “Because I have no memories before the age of eight so I wouldn’t know if I ever had a home. I wouldn’t know if I had happy Yulemas mornings or Beltane celebrations, and a house to call home, Rowan. As for later, the orphanage was as shit as you can most likely imagine but I did have family there, so yes, I had a home. It was shabby, shit and depressing but I would give anything to go back to it the way it was a year ago.”

She got up, and his eyes trailed her but he didn’t get up.

“Don’t try to make me be as pathetic as you, Whitethorn. You and I had the same shit, the difference is that I’m not a prick for no fucking reason.” She walked to the door, and even though she knew that this was her cabin and that he should be the one leaving, she couldn’t stay here. “Talk about my home like that again and I will fucking gut you while you sleep.”

“Lin…” He started, but she slammed the door after her, walking down the corridor.

She was fuming. She wanted to go back there and tear Rowan to shreds, but also wanted to walk until she had calmed down every single nerve in her body. Since murdering Rowan wouldn’t make her companions too happy, she opted for the latter.

How dare he speak of her life as he knew anything.

How dare him come to her only to try to hurt her.

How dare he—

Her racing thoughts were interrupted the moment a massive body hit her. She grabbed onto one of the windowsills, trying not to fall, and looked up. The man was almost as tall as Rowan or Lorcan, his brown hair was tied in a bun and deep blue eyes looked at her with so much scorn that he could probably give Rowan a run for his money.

“Watch where you’re going.” His voice was raspy and it send a shiver down her spine. He looked her up and down, giving Lin a disgusting smile before walking away. “Or maybe I’ll have to watch you.”

Lin had survived ten years dealing with shit, with people trying to hurt her everyday. She knew how to fight and definitely knew how to kill someone if the occasion asked for it. She could protect herself.

But in that moment all she wanted was to go to the boys. She didn’t want to ever see that man again, much less be alone with him in a corridor for the rest of her life. Maybe she’d convince Lorcan to kick the man out of the train. While it was moving. It sounded like the type of thing Salvaterre would enjoy.

“He barks more than he bites.” A feminine voice came from behind her, and Lin’s soul left her body as she yelped.

Lin turned around to see Lyria standing there, arms crossed and a small smile on her face. Lin would have snapped at her, but she knew that if it had been anyone else yelping how she had seconds ago, she would have wanted to laugh too.

“Who’s the brute?” Lin gestured to the retreating form that had hit her seconds ago.

“Cairn.” Lyria scrunched her nose in disgust. When she turned to Lin again, her face softened. “I take you were talking to Rowan.”

“Do I look this mad?” She replied, but a small smile also played on her lips.

“I don’t even want to know what he said.” Lyria sighed, putting her hands inside the pockets of her skirt. “Rowan can be brutal, but he’s a really good person when you get past his defenses.”

Lin was taken aback for a moment. This girl standing in front of her had nothing to do with the one in the platforms. This one seemed nice and warm, still holding a little of love for Rowan. The one in the platform had been cold and distant, wanting nothing more than strangle Rowan.

Lin would probably like the girl a lot if she did strangle her ex boyfriend.

“I thought you didn’t like him.” Lin admitted, and Lyria raised a brow, her warm eyes dancing with humor. “Or me, for that matter. In the platforms earlier you weren’t exactly…”

“Pleasant? Yes, I am sorry for that.” She seemed genuinely sorry, even bowing her head a little. “But appearances matter a lot, Lin, don’t forget that.”

Lin didn’t know what to respond to that, so she only tucked that piece of information in the back of her mind to analyze later.

“Would you like to have tea? Or coffee? With food, of course. Dinner isn’t served until eight and I am starving.” Lyria asked, her voice a little hopeful.

Lin knew the girl worked for the queen, and that should have been enough to make her suspicious. But Lyria seemed ok, nice even. If she was here with men like Cairn, her travel must have been brutal for the last couple of days. Lin didn’t need a new sister, she had Lysandra, but maybe having another woman that she could talk and befriend would be… Wouldn’t be terrible.

Lin’s smile was genuine when she answered Lyria’s question. “I’d love to. I have tired of my companions already, anyways.”

Lyria’s laugh at that had been genuine, too.

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“You are a women’s charmer. No one is at your level. Unparalleled, honestly.” Fenrys was saying and Rowan wanted to punch his teeth in. “In one week, one week, you managed to piss off Lin so much that now she’s chatting with you ex. It’s a record. Isn’t it a record, Gav?”

Gav snickered, as did the rest of them. Around seven, all six of them had decided go to the lounge to drink something and talk.

All of them had been shocked the moment they saw Lin and Lyria sitting at a table, laughing and talking as if they had been friends for years now.

“Can someone please shut Fenrys up?” Rowan grumbled.

“I have been trying for twenty years now.” Connall sighed, and Vaughan laughed at his husband. “Nothing works, unfortunately.”

“Poison, maybe?” Vaughan helped.

“Don’t kill my brother.” Connall turned to Vaughan.

“Yeah, don’t kill me, dickwad.” Fenrys butted in.

“Fenrys is right, though.” Lorcan said, his usual sarcastic smile on his lips. “What did you do to the girl?”

Rowan could feel his cheeks heating, and he looked at Lin again. He had been horrible.

Absolutely and disgustingly horrible.

Lin could get under his skin so fast that he didn’t even realized how pissed he was until they had started arguing. She was too sarcastic and too smart and the fact that she had taken a dislike in him the same way he had taken one in hers annoyed him endlessly. When arguing earlier, she had poked a sensitive part of his life and in that moment he hated her for it.

Now, he realized that there was no way she even knew it was a sore topic, but at the moment his emotions had been screaming so loudly that he didn’t even consider his next words. And they had been mean and low and he was so deeply ashamed that he didn’t know how he would even talk to her from now on. He should apologize for being purposefully mean, for using the little bit of information he knew about her to make her feel like shit.

Even though they only knew each other for about a week now, Rowan could notice that Lin was a secretive person. Whenever talking about her life, her hobbies or anything that would give them insight on who she was, Lin had been vague and superficial. She didn’t want them actually knowing her, and after today Rowan only had himself to blame.

And now she was chatting with Lyria as if nothing had happened.

The sight was strange. He hadn’t seen Lyria so free and talkative since she went to work for Maeve. After that, she had distanced herself, becoming colder and colder. It had broken Rowan’s heart in the beginning. Although she seemed to not think so, he had loved her. Rowan had loved Lyria in whatever way he knew, in whatever way he could. She had been the love of his adolescence, and she would always be a part of his story even though both of them were so different now.

There were things he hadn’t told her, but not because he didn’t trust her, but because he couldn’t voice them. Lyria had been so bright, so pure and lovely that Rowan couldn’t stand smudging all those qualities with his dirty past. Maybe it had also been his fault that they didn’t work out. He used to think it had been all about her working for the woman he hated, about her distancing herself from him, but he realized that he had been doing that for far longer than she had.

Gosh, he was a piece of shit.

“I’m a piece pf shit.” He said as much.

“Yes, you are!” Fenrys replied happily. Rowan turned to scowl at him, and Fenry’s smile immediately dropped. Not because of Rowan, though.

“Oh, fuck.” Gav muttered.

“Well, well, well… If it’s not dumb, dumber and dumbest.” Fenrys scoffed, staring at the doors to the lounge.

Standing there was Cairn, Cain and Perrington. All of his companions, and Rowan included, were familiarized with the three men. Whenever Lyria went to talk to them again, one had been flanking her back. The three were part of Maeve’s inner circle along with Lyria.

Rowan sometimes wondered how Lyria, who had been so sweet, endured working with those three pieces of shit. They reeked of cruelty and violence. Cain was known for doing Maeve’s hands-on dirty work, and Perrington was the one that did the political dirty work. Cairn was just a fucking sadist and Rowan shivered whenever he wondered what dirty work he was in charge of.

Rowan felt, more than saw, all his brothers tensing up when Cairn approached Lin, putting a hand on her shoulder. Despite Lin’s protests and announcements that she had no interest in befriending any of them, the cadre— as she liked to call them— had taken a certain liking and sense of protectiveness of her. Rowan was sure that Lorcan and Fenrys were about to walk up to Cairn when Lin got up, aggressively brushing the hand on her shoulder off and turning to the man with so much hate in her eyes that Rowan was glad he had never pissed her off to that point.

She mouthed something to him and Lyria bit her lower lip, trying not to smile. Lin, however, gave Cairn an ironic smile, turning back to Lyria. She said something, and the brunette only nodded, a smile on her lips.

When Lin noticed the other two men behind Cairn, her brows furrowed. She looked around until her eyes fell on them, and Fenrys gave her a subtle nod and walked a few steps in her direction. Lin turned back to the three man from Maeve’s inner circle, flipping them off as she walked to Fenrys. She looped her arm in his, and by the tightness on her mouth, she knew that Cain, Cairn and Perrington were still watching her.

“It was stupid to think Maeve would let all of us leave Orynth with just a few questions.” Connall said as his twin brother approached, Lin in his arm. “We should have realized when Lyria was in the platform days ago.”

“But the whole inner circle?” Vaughan asked, giving up his stool for Lin to sit down.

“Erawan is still with her.” Lorcan grunted, his eyes on the three man now sitting with Lyria. Where a laughing girl had been just minutes ago, now was a tense, cold woman.

“They are going to Melisande’s capital. Lyria told me.” Lin said, taking a sip from one of their drinks. By the way Fenrys narrowed his eyes, it was his.

Rowan wanted to bet twenty coppers that Lin knew exactly whose drink she was taking and knew that it would have been better if it was Vaughan’s or Gav’s.

“And why would we believe Lyria?” Lorcan asked, turning his head to her.

She merely shrugged. “I didn’t say we believed. I actually didn’t say anyone believed it.” She said calmly, taking another sip. Rowan didn’t fail to notice that she was ignoring him, refusing to let her gaze fall on him as she looked at the other five. “But I do, if you are wondering.”

“And why is that?”

Another shrug. “She’s nice.”

All of them were shocked, Rowan knew. Lin didn’t seem like the type to make friendships so fast, especially with people that could be a threat to her.

“She works with the new queen.” Vaughan said slowly, as if talking normally would scare Lin back into her shell.

“And so I have been told.” Her bored mask slipped, and a small smile played on her lips.

“She would turn you in if she knew what we were doing.” Fenrys said without Vaughan’s gentleness.

“Would she now?” Lin looked extremely amused by this conversation. “I take you guys know her well, then.”

And for the first time since she sat down, her eyes fell directly upon Rowan.

Part of Rowan wanted to ask what they had talked about, and the other part was too scared to even wonder.

“She tried to recruit us for Maeve’s inner circle a few times.” Lorcan’s voice sounded when Rowan didn’t respond to Lin’s silent inquire.

“Always with one of those pieces of shit with her.” Connall grunted, his eyes burning holes on Cain’s back.

“Every time she went to ask you to join she was with one of them?” Lin asked carefully, something shining on her eyes. Rowan tried to grasp what it was, but it wasn’t working.

Gav nodded, also studying Lin.

“Hum… Appearances matter a lot…” She muttered, but somehow Rowan knew she wasn’t talking to them, only thinking out loud. When she raised her eyes, Rowan finally identified what was gleaming on her turquoise and gold eyes.

Understanding.

Lin had understood something in that moment and after their fight today, Rowan knew she wouldn’t be inclined in sharing. She turned her head to Lyria at the same time Lyria turned to her. They shared a barely perceptible nod.

“What was that?” He finally said, his voice a little harsher then he expected.

Lin merely shrugged again, ignoring the cadre’s eyes on her while she sipped Fenrys’s drink.

If Rowan wanted to know what was going on, he would need to get in Lin’s good side.

And for that he would need to apologize.

He would do it that night, he decided, after dinner.

The moment he decided that, Lin’s eyes snapped to his as if she could hear his thought. The gold ore in her eyes looked molten, burning. The tightness of her mouth, the small crease between her eyebrows and her flaming eyes showed Rowan he would need to apologize a lot.

The girl was wildfire and she wanted nothing more than to burn him alive.

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Lyria was playing a very, very dangerous game if Lin’s assumptions were correct.      

And maybe because the girl reminded Lin a little bit of Lysandra, a little bit of herself, she couldn’t help but worry about her safety.

The same way she thought Lyria wasn’t all that loyal to Maeve, she had no doubt her three companions were. And they didn’t look like the merciful type, the I-take-prisoners type. No, those men reeked of violence and sadism and Lin could only imagine what would happen if she was right and Lyria was caught doing something she shouldn’t.

The first moment Lin found Lyria’s situation a little bit strange was when they met in the corridor and the girl said something about how appearances were important. And then, during the hours they sat and talked… Lyria didn’t seem like a cruel fanatic, blind by her queen’s wishes. No, she sounded like a lovely twenty year old. She never once sounded angry or bitter, even when talking about Rowan. The girl was extremely open about her emotions and past, and didn’t seem to hold a grudge.

Nothing screamed mean bitch as it had in the platforms days ago.

And then when Connall said that there was always someone else from Maeve’s inner circle with her… Lin could have been wrong, but an insistent voice in the back of her head kept saying that she was right. That there was more she wasn’t seeing.

She kept the rest of the evening quiet. She ate with the cadre, and if they noticed how serious and voiceless she had become, none commented on it. They talked about what they would do in Perranth in a few days. The train would stop there for a few hours, and there were some things they needed to buy before leaving Terrasen. Lin only wished to buy a few books of her liking and maybe clothes that actually fit her size.

She wanted to talk to Lyria before going to her cabin, but Cain, Perrington and Cairn never left her side, and this wasn’t a conversation to have with people listening. So she only bid farewell to the cadre— pointedly ignoring Rowan— and went to her room.

She was still fucking pissed at Whitethorn, even more so that he hadn’t apologized. But she had to admit that she was also ashamed. She wasn’t innocent in all of this, and she had said some things she regretted.

She had half a mind of going to talk to him, maybe settle things. They could live in silence, never talking to one another instead of bickering all the time. That’s what Gav had sent him to do earlier, wasn’t it? But if she went to talk to him right now, not knowing what to say beforehand, the argument would probably escalate even more.

Better to leave it alone than to make it worse.

She took a quick bath, the water running cold a little bit too quickly for her liking. Fortunately it was already hot, so she wasn’t freezing by the time she stepped onto her silky nightgown and started drying her hair. The long golden waves fell down her back, and although Lin knew that shorter hair would be more practical, she couldn’t bring herself to cut it.

Lin eyed the mirror. She knew she was pretty, it had been a fact that brought her a lot of undesirable attention during the past ten years. She supposed most girls liked being beautiful, and she did too, but she also knew that her life would have been easier of she had common features.

Fenrys kept saying that she had the face of a royal. For the first time, Lin considered his words as she analyzed herself in the mirror. Her skin was flawless and creamy, the pimples from her younger years long gone. The only markings were a small scar above her left eyebrow and an even smaller one on her upper lip. Her nose and cheeks were peppered with freckles, a small mole under her right eye and mostly hidden by her lashes. Small straight nose, pinkish full lips and high cheekbones, Lin supposed she could pretend to be a princess.

“Eyes of a queen, though.” Fenrys would say, giving her a wink. She stared at her eyes then, the turquoise bright under the moonlight and the circle of gold looking molten.

Yes, she could pretend to be royalty just fine.

She felt a sharp pain in the back of her mind, and for a moment her vision swayed and she was in another room, a younger girl staring at the mirror. Same eyes, same hair but the features showed a chid no older than nine. The little girl smiled as two figures walked into her room, a brown haired man and a woman that looked so much like her that it could only be her mother. The girl opened her mouth to say something, and Lin let out a moan of pain as the vision disappeared and a headache formed between her brows.

She was breathing hard, her reflection on the mirror showing her red eyes rimmed with silver. She blinked forcefully and a tear slid down her cheek, the headache worsening.

She really though she had left the whole insanity thing behind.

Sighing, Lin went to her small bed, pulling the covers up to her chin even though it was burning hot now.

The pulse in the back of her head came back full force, a little bit different from the headache. The pulse was exactly like the one she had felt that day in the castle, the one she had felt when she first saw Rowan.

Unable to sleep and starting to sweat under the covers, Lin threw them back, grabbed her silky robe and put it on. She didn’t know where she was going, but as she started walking towards the end of the train, the pulse became stronger, quicker. She didn’t know why she kept going, but when she reached the last wagon, voices fluttered from inside.

Lin took a step in, watching five figures standing by the end of the wagon. She narrowed her eyes trying to see something in the darkness as a hand came around her mouth and one around her waist, pulling her inside a hidden alcove.

She was starting to panic, reading to start trying to scream when her back hit her assailant’s chest. A chest she had hit before. Part of her nerves calmed at that, and when the voice she had known for the past few days whispered in her ear, even the pulse inside her head stopped.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Rowan whispered, his voice barely audible to her. She turned her head slightly, staring at his pine green eyes.

He looked furious.

Good, so was she. He scared the hell out of her.

Lin moved her mouth against his hand, and he understood what she wanted. He took his hand from her mouth, but kept the one on her waist as if to hold her in case she decided to do something very, very stupid.

“I can ask you the same!” She said in the same tone he had, but made sure by the look on her face that she wanted to be screaming at him.

“I—“

Rowan was interrupted when the hushed voices became louder, a particular one making both Lin and Rowan tense up.

“Please.” Lyria’s voice pleaded.

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I love Mob! Tom too much. and I would like to see Reader and Tom as a couple but Tom doesn't know anything about Reader's past because she has lost her memory. and as they are a couple, Reader is Tom's weak point so his enemies try to capture her but she has reflexes to defend herself from before she loses her memory because she was a contract killer, if that's ok with you

at peace

a/n: this was hella darker than i planned, as well as longer... so i didn’t make this fluffy at all, it’s just straight up angst, heavy angst,,, also i wrote this at like 2-4 am so sorry if it gets kind of confusing, i’ll reread it tomorrow... enjoy xx

warnings: heavy angst, wiped memory, major character death, sacrifice

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You walked into the dark room, senses heightened. A pulsing ringed in your ears as you looked around.

“Hello?” You said, hand gripping on your gun. The sound of someone running didn’t go by you. You snapped your head in the direction it came from. “Who’s there?” Your gun was out of its holster, pointing into the darkness. “Show yourself.”

A figure tried to grab you but you easily dodged their attempt. You punched your target in the gut, causing them to keel over. In their vulnerability, you grabbed their arm and twisted it behind their back. They groaned in pain as you dug your gun into their temple.

“Who do you work for? What was your plan?” You asked, adding more pressure on the gun with each question.

The man grunted and struggled in your grip. He didn’t reply, only kept yelping and mumbling “bitch” or “motherfucker.”

“Answer me!”

“This is our plan,” a deep voice roared behind you.

Then, everything went black.

You shot up in the bed, breath heaving. Sweat was dripping down your forehead. You looked around, but you were still in Tom’s room, snuggled in the blankets of his bed. The space beside you was empty but a dent lingered on the mattress where Tom slept. He had already gone to his office, like always.

What was that dream you just had? Why was it so familiar? And why did it feel so real?

You shrugged off the dream, knowing it couldn’t’ve been real. You haven’t the skill to fight that you had whilst attacking the stranger. You assumed it came from dating Tom and watching action movies. 

You walked out of the mobster’s mansion, into the garden in the backyard. You walked through the vibrant flowers, feeding them with freshwater you’d gotten from the kitchen. Birds chirped happily around you, singing you a welcoming morning song. They’d practically became your friends. You felt like Cinderella, excluding all the labor and step family, whenever you came to the garden. 

You’ve had nothing to do since Tom restricted you from leaving the property. He’d told you someone was coming for you, saying that you were his biggest weakness. He even told you to cut off all communications with friends and family, keeping them off the radar. You couldn’t refuse, besides, you wouldn’t try to anyways.

You skipped and twirled on the dirt trail, humming a quiet tune. You basked in the sunlight and the butterflies fluttered around you. You were nearing the mansion once more. The butterflies and birds had gone away, leaving you in solitude. 

There was silence. It was a familiar silence. Your senses heightened. You could feel that something was off. A deep voice softly spoke to another from behind you. You knew that voice from somewhere, you’ve heard it before. You gripped your metal watering can. Something about your grip felt routine.

You heard the grass rustle and you moved ahead. You knew that if you were closer to the house, you’d be able to get help faster.

Help. Where did all the mobster’s men go? You were the only one outside. There was definitely something wrong.

You felt the warmth a someone’s hand hovering over your shoulder. You gripped it, kicking them in the gut. You turned to see a tall man. Even bent over, he was still taller than you. A wave of fear washed over you, telling you to run but your body moved on its own. You continued to punch the man on the side of his head, hitting a specific point to knock him out. The sound of his head slamming onto the ground didn’t faze you as you prepared to attack the larger, scruffier looking man.

“A failure. Even with your memory wiped he can’t beat you,” the familiar voice said, appearing from the shadows.

The ringing of a gunshot filled your ears. You didn’t flinch or wince. You were still. Something took over you. Memories started flooding back into your mind, one by one. There were images of life before your memory had been taken. Everything fit together perfectly now. You hadn’t met Tom in a coffee shop. He saved you. He saved you from this man standing ahead of you now.

“What do you want from me?” You growled.

“Isn’t it obvious? I want you. More precisely, I want to kill you,” he said, pointing the gun at you.

“Was I hired to kill someone that you knew?”

“No, buttercup. You are precious. At least Mr. Tommy thinks you are,” he grinned at you sickly.

“But you wiped my memory before I even knew him,” you stated.

“I didn’t, but he did.”

“What?” You were confused. How did Tom know you before he saved you?

“He watched you everyday for every hour. He found your work inspiring and motivating. Let’s just say he fancied you from the very beginning.”

Without a word, you dashed towards the man, attacking him at every angle. He was able to predict every move and was left completely unharmed when you pulled away.

“Don’t just stand there! Fight back,” you shouted, furious.

He raised his gun, pointing it straight at you. This wasn’t anything new for you. You were trained for these situations.

Building up speed, you ran towards him, swerving so that he couldn’t shoot you. You jumped, climbing to his neck. Your legs wrapped around his neck and elbow knocked his head. He visibly loosened his grip on the gun, and you pounced at the opportunity. 

You stood ahead of the man, safety off, finger ready to pull the trigger.

“I will do it,” you said, a fire burning in your eyes. “You took my memory, my passion away from me. I’m going to avenge myself,” you seethed. He fidgeted, “Hands where I can see them.” His hands shot right up. “I could kill you right now; take back what everything I’ve missed. This can be practice before I go back to the field.”

“Darling?” Your boyfriend’s voice penetrated your glowing red ears. 

You didn’t reply. You were radiating with anger and hatred. You felt powerful, though. The fate of this man’s life was in your hands.

“Y/N/N,” Tom placed a hand on your shoulder, “I can do this.”

You shrugged off his hand, only seeing red. Your breathes were deeper, heaving your chest up and down. Your teeth grinding, you were itching to pull the trigger.

“You deserve to suffer,” you cackled.

The man’s expression was practically begging for you to let him go or make his death fast and painless. 

“Y/N,” Tom spoke up again.

“No! He’s mine to get rid of,” you snapped.

“We need to interrogate him. He’ll give us the answers we need,” the mobster tried.

“What questions? All of them are answered. Aren’t they, Tom?” Your gaze switched to the brunette. “Or are you hiding something from me? Something important?”

The mobster’s men took the burly man captive, leaving you and Tom to sort out your business.

“What d’you mean hiding something from you? I told you the truth about everything.”

“I don’t remember meeting you at a coffee shop,” you glared at him.

“What? Of course we did. How else would I’ve met you? Your memory can’t be trusted, darling. You were wiped, remember?” A stern look rested on his face.

“Oh, how could I forget? But not to worry, it’s back now,” you sneered, “You stalked me?”

“Stalked isn’t the word I’d use, more so observed and protected,” he stated.

You laughed darkly, “I don’t need protecting. I’m a contracted killer, Tom. Get that in your head. Besides, you did a shit job of protecting me, or maybe this was your plan all along. You wanted to take me as your own, so you wiped my memory and told me we were in love.”

“I would never do that, darling. That’s completely absurd,” his brows furrowed, “now please, let’s go back home. We need to pay even closer attention to any intruders.”

You pointed the gun at him, “No. I don’t need your protection. Not anymore, at least.”

“I’d put that down if I were you,” he finally realized you weren’t the same old you anymore; he’d have to put up a fight no matter what.

“What are you gonna do? Shoot me,” you said innocently. You snorted, “Doubt it.”

“I will do it,” he said darkly, the love in his eyes gone.

“Who goes first?” You asked childishly. Before he could reply, you pipped, “Oh, I’ll do it.”

The loud banging of a gunshot rang louder than normal. Time seemed to slow. The birds chirped in a sad tune while the butterflies lined on the branches of your favorite tree. You smiled at them. They replied by gently flapping their wings. You reveled in the sense of peace. You laughed and laughed, remembering your shot, a feeling of victory coursing through your veins.

“Y/N, love!” Tom rushed to your side, clutching your body before it hit the ground. “You’ve gotta stay with me. Fuck, there’s too much blood.”

You smiled lazily at the boy, dropping the gun to the ground. You felt the blood warming your body. Your vision became hazier and everything around you seemed so serene.

“It’s alright, Tommy, no more weaknesses now,” you managed to whisper.

You were numb with love. Everything good in your life rushed into your mind. You felt lighter. Finally, you were freed from your everlasting torture. No one to kill, to run from, to weaken. The birds chirped their welcoming morning song, leading you into the whiteness. You silently thank them, eyes starting to flutter shut.

“I-I lo-love yo--”

Warm. Cold. Peace. Anger. Content. Sad. Two different worlds, two different emotional states. Maybe sacrifice is for the better. 

[alextriestowritestuff]

House of Hades Read With Me

Hey everyone, I’m back with an update. If you haven’t been following this thread, I’ve been reading the Heroes of Olympus series by Rick Riordan. I read the first three books in this series back in 2012 and never finished. If you want to know my background with the PJO series and my thoughts on the Son of Neptune (I started my re-read with that book because Lost Hero is trash imo), you can find that here. My thoughts on Mark of Athena is here. So let’s get into the House of Hades 50% update that will include spoilers so you’ve been warned. 

Okay so I’m going to use two images to convey my thoughts on this book so far:

Okay so let’s address the first image... um. I’m fucking terrified. I’m scared of Percy and I’m scared for him and Annabeth (She told him that she loves him ahhhhhh, I need him to say it back tho). My past read with me’s have been pretty harsh on the HoO series so far but I really like this book so far. Dear gods, please let the other half of the book be good! Rick you’re doing amazing sweetie (kind of-we’ll get into it). So far, I’ve cried at Percy and Annabeth thinking about each other and how tired and hungry they are. And when Percy and Annabeth were surrounded by Kelli and the other empousai and I really thought it was done for them (I know they don’t die but the fear I felt was real) then Bob came in and saved them. And when Percy was surrounded by the Arai and Annabeth was temporarily blinded by a curse. Like he literally says, if I’m going to die, I’m not going to let them hurt Annabeth and he went out fighting (out meaning unconscious in this case) ughh my heart. It was torn out of my chest!! 

Brief pause because the Arai said that Calypso cursed Annabeth because Percy left her and I just can’t really emotionally deal with that fact because Battle of Labyrinth is my favorite PJO book BECAUSE of Calypso’s appearance. I’ve held a torch for that girl to find happiness for years and to think she cursed Annabeth (Obvi she didn’t know it’d actually affect Annabeth years later), that shit kills me. But I remember thinking in the Last Olympian why Percy didn’t ask for some sort of amnesty for Calypso when he was telling the gods to claim their kids, etc. So I’m glad he realizes he f-ed up there but ugh why Calypso?? It’s okay, I know that her and Leo get together so she’ll be happy eventually. I just have to wait. 

But let’s also talk about the fact that I’m starting to feel bad for monsters? Annabeth and Percy have been reflecting on what it’s like to be sent to Tartarus by a demigod and slowly reforming. And all the curses the Arai gave Percy were manifestations of how he killed those monsters so he felt their deaths which seeing him in pain, put me in pain. Like Rick don’t do this to me. I don’t want to feel bad for monsters but I do. I’m curious to see how this experience will change Percy and Annabeth’s willingness to kill monsters in the future. I really like this presentation of the monster’s perspective, I think it’s very interesting. In relation, I’ve noticed HoO is a lot darker in theme (even before this book) just by the way they phrase things. Like the demigods will say ‘kill monsters’ or ‘kill’ very easily compared to PJO where I felt that death was sugar coated because it was a middle grade genre. Most deaths were off screen (off page?) like Beckendorf’s. Or not very grim. And this series is much more in your face about it, especially in House of Hades. It was hard to get used to at first but I think it shows maturity, it’s well within the realm of YA to kill off characters and explicitly say so it’s just strange going from PJO to this imo. 

Moving onto the next image, the slowly being seduced one. AHAHA Um can someone tell me why I was briefly seduced by Frank and Percy?? So Percy, I’m always seduced by, that’s not new. But him being scary makes him 100x more attractive. Like imagine if Percy had been on the titan’s side? The gods wouldn’t have had a chance. Here’s some quotes:

(This is after Percy kills Arachne, on pg 6) Percy kicked the dust on the rocks, his expression grim and dissatisfied. “She died too easily, considering how much torture she put you through. She deserved worse.” Annabeth couldn’t argue with that, but the hard edge in Percy’s voice made her unsettled. She’d never seen someone get so angry or vengeful on her behalf. It almost made her glad Arachne had died quickly. “How did you move so fast?”

Then when Percy convinces Bob to kill the reforming Hyperion, Annabeth thinks this: 

How was he keeping his cool? The way he talked to Bob left Annabeth awestruck…and maybe a little uneasy, too. If Percy had been serious about leaving the choice to Bob, then she didn’t like how much he trusted the Titan. If he’d been manipulating Bob into making that choice…well, then, Annabeth was stunned that Percy could be so calculating.

He met her eyes, but she couldn’t read his expression. That bothered her too (22). 

Like what?!?! Please come pick me up, Uncle Rick. I’m scared. What’s happening to Percy?? I need them to get out of there STAT! I have no theories as to why he’s acting like this (maybe it’s the energy of Tartarus) but I’m excited to see where it goes. But Scary Percy is also right up my alley so ugh, I’m conflicted. 

So next, Frank. Rick did something hella problematic here but before I get into that, here’s the line where I was slowly being seduced by him:  

Frank was faster. He lunged at Trip and slammed him into the wall, his fingers locked around the god’s throat.

“Think about your next words,” Frank warned, deadly calm. “Or instead of beating my sword into a plowshare, I will beat it into your head” (19). 

Like ngl, that choke thoo?? I’ve never been attracted to Frank but my god, the dangerous tone, the threat. I had to put my hair up and get a cold glass of water when I read that. Frank was the last person I thought would do something like this but I am not mad at all. Very Ares of him.

What I am mad about, however, is the fact that after this scene, Frank (or it’s Hazel that notices) notices that he’s becoming taller and better built. Because Mars/Ares gave him a little ‘grow spurt’. Now let me say this: I’m not one of those people who think that everything problematic was meant to be intentionally offensive/stereotyping/harmful. I know that Rick has had his fair share of controversies ever since he’s been incorporating diverse characters. That comes with the territory of writing marginalized character-I’m black and I still have watch myself in how I portray black characters. He has do the research and I don’t he did it. Sorry. 

And I’m sure I haven’t even caught half of the problematic things brought up in HoO (there’s times where Hazel’s hair or skin is described as cinnamon, like food when other non black characters don’t get that kind of description. Also the fact that her name is Hazel like Hazelnut has always bothered me but I digress). Back to Frank’s growth spurt. Prior to that, other characters have described him as a bit on the chubbier side, baby faced, ‘big guy’ (that bothers me tho but that might be an internalized societal mentality that any word like fat or big = bad. And that’s not always true but I personally don’t feel comfortable calling someone that), etc. And he’s of Asian (spec. Chinese) descent. For what it’s worth, I’m not Asian so this may be out of lane to talk about but from my personal life experiences, Asians tend to be on the smaller end of the scale when it comes to size. I am 5″7 ish, size 6 and I would be considered overweight in mainstream Asian stores but in Western stores, I’ve never had an issue fitting in something or finding my size. I also tend to have a lot of options fashion wise. I have an Asian friend (Lmao I feel like one of those yt people who are like I have a black friend so I can say this and that. sorry I’m trying to get a point across) and she is plus sized. She doesn’t fit into the straight sizes in America so by Asian standards, she’s considered anywhere from moderately to morbidly obese. And she faces a lot of judgement from her Asian relatives because of it in addition to the fatphobia that has infiltrated American society as well. 

My friend doesn’t see a lot of representation for Asians her size. If she does she sees Asians that isn’t as thin and small, it’s people with my size who are considered thin by Western standards but ‘big’ by Asian sizing. My problem with having Frank be given a growth ‘spurt’ is that it’s erasing that plus sized Asian representation. This wouldn’t have been a good thing to do to ANY character that was plus sized but do you see where it’s even more problematic to do because of his Asian ancestry? It would’ve been fine if at the end of the series, he got hella fit and happens to be more in shape because of all the fighting he’s done but to be given that growth spurt implies that there was something wrong with his size in the first place. And so far, the other demigods have been taking him more seriously (Frank notes that Leo has stopped teasing him as much) which is kind of thin privilege esque to me. Frank may not be my favorite character but he deserved respect, no matter his size. I think this growth spurt aspect was hella problematic and Rick shouldn’t have done it. It was also unnecessary as hell. He looked fine before and could do everything the other (thinner) demigods could do just as well.

This is getting long so let me get to my last couple of points: Nico and the many, unnecessary POVs.

As y’all know by now, I think Nico deserves rights. He deserves friends and place to call home where he belongs. Both Frank and Jason didn’t want to be alone with Nico because they thought he was creepy and I can see where this is a set up to eventually have him fit in but damn, he’s just a kid. Be nice to my son. I feel like one of those mom’s who just wants their kid to make a friend at school. Will Solace as his love interest please come sooner. Again, I’ve been spoiled to this. I’m interested to see how this pans out and if this relationship will be a kind of aside mention like the fact that Grover and Juniper are dating or will it be given the same focus as opposite sex couples like Percabeth and Jasper. And I already knew Nico liked Percy but I didn’t expect it to come out in the way it had. It makes his relationship with Percy make a lot more sense. And I see how Nico could view him in that sense after Percy saved him and Bianca in Titan’s Curse and how he was like the real life version of his Mythomagic games (also I totally forgot he played that, he’s not that excited little boy anymore ugh, his innocence left ever since Bianca died). Overall, I think Nico being gay was handled well-Jason’s reaction was very straight but supportive so he gets a pass there. My point is Nico deserves the world. That’s all. 

The POVs. Again, I don’t know if people who aren’t writers would have an issue with the POVs in this series but I do. So far, we’ve had Hazel, Leo, Frank, Annabeth, Percy, and Jason narrate. I said this before, Rick needs to stick to 3 or 4 POVs because this shit don’t make sense. Annabeth and Percy are in the same setting together, they can’t even go on side quests because they’re in Tartarus so like why do we need both of them to narrate?? If they separate at some point, maybe. Don’t get me wrong, I love their narration but it’s jarring as hell to keep bouncing from POV to POV. I also saw somewhere that they don’t get a narration POV in Blood of Olympus in which case, I sure as hell don’t want to be reading the POV in the HoO characters who I don’t really jive with except Leo. So Hazel is going to be important to the Mist thing whatever, it makes sense she gets a POV (and she hasn’t had one since tSoN/same with Jason but the Lost Hero instead) but Frank and Leo? And I really thought since it’s 5 demigods (Percabeth in Tartarus) they’re going to be able to do side quests with all 5 of them that we didn’t need so many POVs but guess I was wrong. Idk it’s driving me insane, Rick should’ve done third person omniscient (Think Harry Potter and it can still follow different people like Percabeth in Tartarus). 

Damn, if this is how much I have to say about the first half of HoH, I’m really excited to get back to reading the last half. I’m HELLA looking forward to have Reyna join the quest temporarily (where I left off, she is on her way to the 5 demigods). I want the Piper/Reyna/Jason thing to be resolved (a lil drama would be nice) so Piper can stop being annoying and insecure. I want to know who Coach Hedge has been talking to and is he a good guy? Oh and another thing that’s been bothering me is Gale, Hecate’s polecat? It just farts all the time. And I have to remember I’m 20 and this books isn’t targeted to me so juvenile humor isn’t funny to me anymore but it’s just kind of gross and unnecessary?? 

Anyway, I’m going to have to start a new post for the last half of my HoH read with me because this thing is long. But you guys, I am invested into this book. It is on par with my love for PJO books so far. I could give this book a 4.5 stars (despite some faults) if it keeps going this way. Thanks for reading! 

[fly-flower-fanfics]

Just A Kiss Goodnight

Spencer Reid x Male Reader

Warnings: None

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"Hey, Cupcake," Derek called out to me. 

I laughed softly to myself at the nickname. I'd gotten the nickname because I'm clumsy. Extremely clumsy. My first day on the job, Penelope had bought me a cupcake to make me feel welcome, and I thanked her for it. And I was very grateful for it, too. But thirteen seconds later, I just so happened to run right into Derek and managed to splat said cupcake all over my shirt and face. And from then on, Derek had called me Cupcake. An embarrassing introduction, but it was the start of a great friendship.

"What do you want now, Morgan?" I replied in a fake agitated tone. He plopped a case file down on my desk. 

"Your late ass missed the meeting," he said, a small smile spread over his lips. 

I blushed bright red. I had already called and told Hotch I would be late today, and he had confirmed it was okay because I'd never been late before. My father had suffered a heart attack last night. I had driven down to him and made sure he was okay. After the hospital cleared it and said he would be fine, that he just needed rest, my dad assured me he was fine and that I needed to go back to work, but that caused me to be late today. I had called Hotch as soon as I could and told him I'd be late, explained why, and he let me come in an hour later. I'd only gotten two hours of sleep. I opened my mouth and tried to speak, but I just looked like a fish. 

"Lay off him, Morgan. He called me last night and told me. You know that," Hotch said as he walked through the room and into his office. 

"I'm only teasing," he said to both Hotch and I. 

He ruffled my hair and leaned against my desk. He quickly filled me in on the case. One dead. Female, late thirties. Stabbed to death. Nothing that made him seem like a serial killer. Seemed more like a crime of anger with something just slightly off. I nodded and bit my lip. 

"Alright, thanks Derek." 

"No problem, Cupcake." 

He walked away as I opened the file, looking over it.

I was brought in the team because of my skill and that skill was being able to spot little details. But there was really not much to go off of. Derek had told me that Rossi and JJ has gone out to talk to the family. Prentiss has gone to check where the woman worked. Spencer was at the board, writing everything down. And Hotch was... doing whatever Hotch did, and Garcia was back in her lair. I sighed a little bit and looked over the file once again. There wasn't anything to go over. There were so few pieces. I'd have to wait until some of the other team members got back with more information.

I got up and went over to Spencer, sitting on the desk behind him. He was still writing. I had a stupid crush on the boy, and I'd always liked him. He was weird and nerdy and he rambled and fidgeted a lot. He was hella smart and rather tall and very handsome. Handsome in a nerdy way. He was just perfect. I just never knew how to say it, and I didn't want him to slip through my grasp without at least trying. 

So while everyone was preoccupied, I was going to ask him out on a date and see how that went. Spencer had finished writing and turned around before I could say anything. He jumped and gasped. 

"Spencer! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. I was going to say something but I didn't want to distract your writing and-" 

Spencer shook his head and smoothed down his shirt, his cheeks blushing a faint pink. "It's alright."

I looked over him. His tie was crooked, just like it always was, and it was cute and everyday, it gave me a chance to get close to him. 

"Come here, Spencer." He closed the few step gap between us. I stood and fixed his tie, tightening and straightening it. "Your tie is crooked every single day, Spence, you know that?" I asked him, and his blush darkened a little more. 

"I-I just...it's not something I'm particularly good at. My ties are always perpetually crooked. In-in general, only sixty-seven percent of men can properly tie a tie," he muttered softly. 

I chuckled a bit and patted his chest lightly. "Lucky for you, I'm part of that sixty-seven percent, yeah?" Spencer's cheeks heated further, and he nodded. I took the moment to tease him as well. "That's also over half, genius."

At that moment, Derek had walked into the room. He must've noticed Spencer's blush because he walked over to Spencer and slapped his shoulder. 

"Ah, did Pretty Boy finally tell you that he's got feelings for you?" Spencer's jaw dropped, and his blush spread across his cheeks, down his neck, and up to the tips of his ears. God, he was adorable. 

"D-Derek!" he exclaimed, his hands fumbling as he tried to think of an excuse. 

I only smiled a little and looked at Derek. "No, actually, I was just telling him how his crooked tie was adorable, and I fix it every day just to get all close to him. I told him how he was the hottest man in the building. Why? Are you jealous?" 

I heard a soft chuckle and glanced up to see Hotch rushing by with a small smile on his face.

Derek held up his hands and backed away from me a bit. "Woah. Damn, Cupcake. I'm hurt." 

I laughed a bit and shrugged. "Better luck next time, Derek." 

He shook his head and walked away, feigning hurt the whole time. I turned back to Spencer, but it looked like his blush had only darkened. I didn't even think that was possible anymore.

"Spencer?" His eyes met mine and he seemed a bit.... I don't know. I couldn't read his expression. 

"Did you mean that...?" 

I frowned and sat back on his desk, crossing my legs, which caused my knee to bump the desk lamp and a mug. I frowned a little deeper before realizing. "Oh. Oh, yeah. It makes me happy that your tie is crooked daily because then I can fix it and get close to you. Did you know that during the week, you smell like cherries and lavender but on Fridays, you smell like baby powder and apples?" 

"I-I didn't notice that someone could pay so close attention to me. That's also a bit weird that you know that." 

I smiled a bit and shrugged. "You're the one with the tie always being crooked and letting me fix it. It's not my fault you have a pattern. Was Derek right? Do...do you have feelings for me?" 

Spencer looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, nodding a little bit. "Uh, yeah. Actually I do." 

I took his free hand and smiled. "Good. Cuz I was wondering if maybe you'd want to go out on a date. That's- that's the whole reason why I had come over. That's what I was going to ask you." 

Spencer smiled at me. "See you at eight?" 

I smiled and nodded. "I'll pick you up."

We had ended up just going to a McDonald's and eating ice cream and French fries. Even though it wasn't anything fancy, it was fun. Spencer was dressed casually, jeans and a tee shirt with a jacket, and I had worn something similar. He looked so freaking cute in everything he wore. 

We were the last ones in McDonald's when they kicked us out at ten. We headed out and drove around for another hour, just laughing and talking. It was time to go home so we could sleep and get enough for work tomorrow. I dropped him off at his house and walked him to his door. He turned to face me and gave me a smile. 

"Thank you. Today was amazing. I had a good time. Would-would you stay? Stay the night?" Spencer's blush has returned and it made me smile. 

"Yeah, Spence, I'll stay." 

I went back and locked my car, and he lead me inside. We made bowls of fruit and popcorn and sat on the couch. We put on The Princess Bride, but we talked over it and hardly paid attention to it. 

"It's over," I pointed out after all the credits had gone. 

Spencer looked over and laughed. "I missed it." 

I laughed as well. "We missed it. But we were talking, I learned a lot, and I would've rather had that than some movie I can watch again and again." 

Spencer smiled at me and picked up the empty bowls, taking them to the kitchen. I followed him and leaned against the door frame. 

"Spencer...?"

He stopped washing the bowls and looked over his shoulder. "Yeah?"

"We had a good time. And...and I think we really hit it off. And I really like you, Spencer. And-and maybe you like me too. I-I would like to at least try. And-and maybe it'll fail, but I'll never know until we try. So-so Spencer? I was wondering if-if you'd like to go out with me. As-as in dating. I'd like you to be my boyfriend." 

I looked down at my hands, realizing how dumb I sounded. I had planned it over and over in my head countless times and none of those had been what I said. 

Spencer had walked over to me and taken my hands. His were a bit damp and warm from the dish water. "I'd like that," he replied softly, and I smiled and hugged him tightly. 

"Thank you," I said quietly and laid my head on his chest. His heartbeat was a bit faster, and it made me smile softly to myself. 

"Even though, I suppose we should get to bed. It is one in the morning." Spencer chuckled and pulled away. "The dishes can wait." 

He lead me down the hall to his room, and I hesitated a moment. 

"Spencer?" 

He chuckled softly. "Don't worry. I'm just getting you clothing to sleep in. I wouldn't expect us to sleep together on our first night."

After I changed and Spencer brought me blankets, I settled down on the couch. I looked up at him with a smile. 

"Thank you," I said softly. I was thanking him for everything, really. He smiled and looked down at me. 

"I don't really understand what you're thanking me for, but you're welcome." He kissed my forehead softly. "Goodnight.” 

"Spencer?" 

"Yeah?" 

I sat up and pulled him down, giving him a soft kiss on his lips. "Goodnight, Spencer."

[janelevy]

the ladies go bowling!

this was a request from @thena0315 but i’m almost positive this ended up straying from what you imagined it would be, so my apologies haha!

summary: the ladies of med go out for the night to have some fun. to be honest this turned into an absolute crackfic because i ended up making fun of the crazy crap the med writers have inflicted on the women in this show. i got some hella bad news today so i really needed to make myself laugh, and this helped! i hope y’all like it too <3

mentions of cheating, sexcel (barely), and reesker!

“I can’t believe you’re making us go bowling.”

Natalie stopped and stared at Ava with her mouth hanging open in disbelief. “Hey! What’s wrong with bowling?” She motioned at the building in front of them. “I take Owen here all the time. It’s really nice.”

April smirked. “I don’t know, I sooner would’ve expected you to take us to an orchestra or opera concert or something.”

“Why would I take you to an orchestra when you can hear me play the violin in the comfort of my living room?” Natalie asked, adding an eye roll to show she was joking.

Despite that, Sarah frowned and clicked her teeth nervously. She was the last person to hop out of Natalie’s massive SUV. Nat claimed it wasn’t a minivan - it was a Honda Pilot or something like that - but with plenty of interior space and seven seats, it may as well have been a van.

“Your living room? With your kid’s toys all over the floor to, like, trip on? No thanks,” Sarah said.

Maggie crossed her arms at the youngest doctor. “Hey, Reese, be nice. You know Nat is the cleanest one out of all of us.”

“Still, though. Children make me nervous,” Sarah replied.

“Why?”

“I dunno... they’re just. A lot to handle all at once. I can deal with craziness from adults, we do that at work every day, but kids... yikes.”

They all pretended not to notice the way Ava’s hand slid comfortingly down Sarah’s arm, nor the way Sarah’s shoulder lingered close to the surgeon’s as they walked inside the bowling alley. To help conceal her surprise at that, Natalie gave an exaggerated sigh. “Ugh, it’s so hard being the only mom in the friend group sometimes. You’ll understand someday when you have kids of your own.”

April nodded, but Ava snorted. “Bold of you to assume we - she will have kids.” She was quick to correct herself, but they all still caught her misstep. Maggie leaned close to April and muttered in her ear, “I wish Monique and Doris could’ve come along to hear this.”

The place was pretty busy for a random Thursday night. The five of them had decided to go out after work together since their shifts all ended around the same time and the day had been fairly quiet, so nobody was drop-dead exhausted (yet). They all piled into Nat’s car in the hospital parking lot; someone suggested going to drink and dance at Molly’s, but it was shot down and somehow they ended up here of all places. A couple of kids high on nachos and fruit punch sprinted past them screaming, and Sarah grimaced.

They all chipped in to buy an hour of bowling along with five pairs of stinky, well-worn bowling shoes. Of course they’d seen and smelled much worse, so the shoes weren’t a huge issue. As they headed over, Natalie at the lead, she asked, “Wait, which lane are we at again?”

“Trauma three,” Maggie answered automatically. It was only when the others started laughing that she understood her mistake. “Oops. I meant lane three. It’s been a long day.”

For the most part, they passed time with small talk and cheering on each other’s utter fails. Nearly every time Sarah’s ball landed in the gutters, and Maggie’s ball had a knack for slipping right in between easily hittable pins. Of course only Nat seemed to have some talent, but that could be accounted to her frequent weekend visits with Owen. 

About halfway through April bought everyone a plate of crappy bowling alley nachos to share. “Bet eating these won’t land us right back at work,” Ava joked. Sarah dropped a plastic cheese laden chip in her mouth and went to take her turn. The first round she hit two pins, and the next none. This was really going great.

Then she went back to where the others were sitting and was greeted with complete silence. It was like a solid brick wall of silence, in fact. Sarah halted, the soles of her too-small bowling shoes screeching on the floor. All four of her coworkers were just sitting, staring at each other in apparent shock. “What?” Sarah demanded. “I’m not that bad, am I? Remember that time Ava’s ball didn’t touch a single pin two turns in a row? That was, like, twenty minutes ago.”

“It’s, uh...” Natalie gulped and shook her head quickly. “It’s nothing.”

“It obviously wasn’t,” Sarah countered. She chuckled nervously and stepped up on the platform where the table was. “Seriously, what happened?”

Ava swallowed her bite of nacho and gestured at Natalie. “Nat here shared that she thinks her lovely ex Philip is stalking her. I just did surgery with Connor on that prick’s daughter. See? No big deal.” Then she shoved another nacho in her mouth, neon orange cheese dripping on the table.

The pattern of big revelations during Sarah’s turn to bowl was far from over, of course. Next time she went, she was three pins away from what would’ve been a miracle strike, and again when she returned to her friends, nobody uttered a peep.

“What now?” Sarah said, face falling.

Ava jabbed a finger in Maggie’s direction. “She forged Nat’s signature to get Ben out of the hospital last week, then sneaked him back in as if nothing happened.”

By the third time, this was really getting old. Sarah walked up to the table of stunned women and she almost swore from the glint in Ava’s hazel eyes that she was enjoying this drama. 

“Well?” Sarah growled. “What did I miss now?”

“April cheated on Ethan and kissed Crockett yesterday.” Ava polished off the nachos, and every crunch grated on Sarah’s nerves.

“Maybe I just shouldn’t even go for my next turn,” Sarah said, sitting back down as April got up to go. “Apparently you all choose to say something interesting when I’m gone.”

Ava winked. “Maybe that’s not a coincidence.”

When Sarah’s final turn rolled around a few minutes later, she honestly did not want to vacate the area. It was too tempting to stick around and see what would be revealed next. But they insisted nothing would happen and shooed her away. Sarah didn’t even care which direction her bowling ball went; she dropped it on the floor and practically kicked it to get it moving faster. Somehow, though, she still missed it despite making every effort to rush through her turn.

Sarah zoomed back to the table, panting, and looked around at the thoroughly shook expressions on everyone’s faces. “Come on!” she whined. She swung her head toward Ava. “What happened?”

Ava smiled widely at her. “Well, Reese, I let it slip that we eloped six months ago so I wouldn’t get deported to South Africa.”

Sarah knew her jaw had to be on the floor at this point. A flash of anger passed through her only to be replaced with relief. “Well,” she sighed, shrugging. “At least now we can kiss and hold hands in front of everyone at work. I was really getting tired of hiding it.” She dropped down to perch herself on Ava’s lap and grinned politely at the others. “Anyway, I think you all might need some help.” She threw her arm behind Ava’s shoulders and planted a big kiss on her cheek. “You know, guys, I actually really like bowling. It’s like, super therapeutic, even better than Dr. Charles. We should do this again for sure. Ooh, and can we invite Elsa next time?”

Ava laughed, but all that she got in response otherwise was stunned silence.

Then April asked, “So... are we just gonna forget what happened with your dad, or?”

Natalie leaned over the table to look at Ava. “Ava, how’s Cornelius Rhodes doing?”

Sarah and Ava frowned at each other. Oh, shit. 

[chimtaesty]

required help

pairing: bts ot7 x reader | 3.1k words.

warnings: death, blood

plot: werewolves and vampires have their destined territory since they haven't gotten along very well the last centuries. Trespassing can lead to problems or an invite to take down some dickheads who interfered with you a long time ago.

A/N: Hi there, I'm so stressed rn. I have this big Italian exam in two days and I don't feel ready. Thank you for all the sweet responses on my recent works and the requests and stuff! I promise to get to it as soon as I have free time again! This thing is so messy but I liked the idea of it. I hope you like it because this is hella long! love you ♡

With careful steps you look past the big tree. You can smell them, the dogs. They are laughing, goofing around. You shouldn't be here and you're very aware of that but the little piece of their land is a lot shorter to cross than the other way.

Suddenly something grabs you by the neck and you whip around fast enough to rip its hand away from you. He lets out a big yelp and catches the attention of the others. Within a moment all of them are gathered around you two. His arm still in your hand while he whimpers. “Let him go, bloodsucker” a low voice almost whispers behind you. You shake your head and suddenly a harsh kick against you head knocks you out.

The next thing is you uncomfortably restrained against a chair. The smell of those dogs barges into your nose and you frown a little.

You're put in front of a big table and seven men stare you down. “You're awake” the man straight across from you states and you almost roll your eyes. “Come on, let me go” you answer instead. he smiles slightly and shakes his head. “It's not that easy, vampi. What did you do in our territory?” you frown and just sigh “The little path along the lake is shorter than crossing it within our territory. I didn't have any intentions” you answer. He nods. “Can you open the cuffs?” you ask and he shakes his head again. “No can do” he answers and the others smile as well.

You roll your eyes. “Alright, I've asked nicely” you whisper and snap the cuffs apart without any problem. You rip the cuff parts around your wrists off and slide it over the table “I asked”.

He stares at you with wide eyes. “Can I ask you something?” a voice to your right comes up “Shoot” you encourage the coconut head “How old are you?” you frown and you fake gasp. “Don't you know that you don't ask women about their age?” he frowns a little. “But, I'm 230 years old” you smile at him “Well actually 252 because I died as I was 22 years old” you correct yourself.

He nods and looks quite surprised. “You know, I don't have any intentions but I have to open this window” you say as you get up. Two of them almost jump at you “Calm down doggo, everything's okay” you say and open the window. “Not to be mean but I'm not used to such a strong animal smell” you answer their dumbfounded faces.

You sit down again. “What? Surprised that I can smell as good as you?” They shake their heads no. “Do you really kill people for nothing, like fun?” a blonde one asks and you sigh “Have you never talked to one of us? Never heard anything? No I don't kill people for nothing. I usually only drink a little bit at special occasions” you answer. A slightly brighter boy asks as well “How many people did you kill?” you squint your eyes slightly “I stopped counting” you plainly answer. “I am on this earth for a long time now, after all” you answer.

“We need your help, vampire” an amused smile plants itself on your face and you chuckle lightly “My help? Wow, this took a turn” you laugh. The leader, you suppose because he sits at the spot across from you, frowns a little but swallows his pride. “Someone is threatening us and we are not as experienced as they are” he explains himself.

“Who are we talking about?” you ask and his face slightly lights up “ The Exodus Pack” Your face shoots up and a smile rests on your face “I'm in” you answer and he stands up so fast that his chair falls over “Thank you so much..” “Y/N” you answer for him. “But I have one condition” you smile. A dark haired one frowns “I knew it” you squint your eyes “It's nothing big. Let me taste you” The hand he held out for you to take stopped. His eyes widen and you catch on pretty fast. “I don't want to suck your cock you nasty dog, I want a little bit of you blood” you almost shout at him. His shocked state doesn't change much and you roll your eyes. “Give me your hand” you hold out your hand for him to put his in.

“Why do you want his blood?” a slender good build man asks you. “Well, that's a good question..” “Hoseok” he answers fast. “Right, well you must know. Wolf blood tastes great but a werewolf's blood has this mixture of human and animal blood it's like the most delicious thing on this planet other than chocolate donuts.

And it has been a while since I've had some” you answer. “It won't even hurt that much, put your big boy pants on” you smirk and lead his arm to your mouth. Within seconds you let your fangs appear and puncture the spot you want to drink off. He gasps but keeps quiet. The blood has such a sweet metallic taste that you almost moan out. A swift look to the boys makes them almost jump. You gather yourself and let go of him but making sure to lick the spot to let it heal faster.

“Wow, you have some delicious blood right there” you let your head fall back and the blood tickle down your throat. “Thank you..” “Namjoon”

“Thank you, Namjoon. You taste great” you chuckle. The room falls into awkward silence and you sigh slightly. “So what did you do to piss them off?” With a swift motion you wipe the excess blood off of Namjoon's hand and place it into your mouth.

“Umh, they fought with one of us because we didn't want to do their dirty work. Since we are a junior pack they expected us to kiss their feet but we didn't want to so here we are.” Hoseok explains and you nod “So I am supposed to do your dirty work and wipe them off of the picture?” he nods “exactly” you smile and lay your feet on top of the table. “What do I get for that?” he sighs and is fast to answer. “You can ask favors too, we wanna understand vampires better so please say what you want” You smile “It depends, how about a second taste to start off?”

He doesn't seem so happy about and nods hesitantly.

You take their looks in, who would you like to taste? Your gaze hushes ober a slender smaller boy. His pink hair makes him seem less threatening. “You” you whisper and within a second you appear in front of him. His eyes are big and he inches away from you “What's your name?” you ask as you take a light wiff, his sense fills your nose and flowers seem to bloom inside. “Jimin” he whispers. You smirk and stroke over his neck carefully. “Don't be nervous, I won't kill you” you chuckle. “Can't you take it like you did with Namjoon-Hyung?” you shake your head slightly.

“No can do sugar” he gulps and you take place next to him. The others just watch in horror.

“Don't be so scared, ten minutes ago you were the big threatening wolves. Look at you now” you chuckle. “I'll hold you” you whisper and he nods. Carefully he moves onto your lap. “You said that you want to understand me, right?”

you ask and a low huff follows. “The things is that blood is essential like changing into your wolf is. You have to do it even if you dislike it and killing someone or something is required. I didn't like it, I hated myself for it. I wanted to kill myself when I came back to my senses, I killed so many people. I cleared out villages back then but I settled with animals. Until a hundred years ago I started to subtly kill people again, I killed people who deserved to die. Until now I only had an incident with one pack. I erased them when the were about to kill me. I never wanted to kill them” Jimin's gaze comes up to you “That was you?” you nod with a sad smile “It was me alone” you whisper.

With a light push you lay Jimin's head down. He breathes in and sighs silently. “Everything’s going to be fine, Jimin” you whisper and with a gentle stroke over his neck you take your bite. You let go of him. With a strangled breath you don’t fight it anymore.

A blonde boy lays in front of you facing the other way. Wolves surround him while he whimpers and tries to speak properly. Jimin. Slowly they begin to transform into human figures. “Oh look at you now Park. Where are your dumb pieces of friends now, huh?” you walk around the happening event taking in the situation as good as you can. “They will come” he whispers while strangling a cry. “They won’t and you know why? Because they don’t care about you. You can’t even transform into your wolf yet” he laughs and Jimin cries some more “Leave him the fuck alone” a low voice catches everyone's attention, including yours. You chuckle lowly while the other boys come into sight “Oh, who do we have here. The whole gang. Look Jiminie” he smiles before he kicks him into the stomach. “They’ll leave you as soon as they know that you have never transformed into your wolf. You’re a coward Jimin and soon everyone around will know.” Suddenly a big grey wolf jumps towards the unknown boy ready to rip him to shreds.

With a harsh breath you come back to your senses. The boys are surrounding you while Jimin holds you with terrified eyes. “Y/N?” Jimin whispers and you just breathe in closing your eyes. “What happened?” Namjoon asks. You smirk slightly and shake your head “Something i shouldn’t have done” you answer. You try to stand up but your legs give in and one of them is able to steady you. “This didn’t seem like nothing, you passed out as soon as you drank from Jimin” Namjoon continues to complain. You nod and, as he introduced himself, Taehyung helps you to sit back down next to Jimin. “Was his blood that bad?” a low voice chuckles and Jimin frowns “Yoongi” he snaps and you smile towards the floor, you’re quick to shake your head no. “No, Yoongi. His blood was delicious the thing is that when i drink from someone i am able to dig up their worst memory. I can suppress it and decide if i want to see it but i forgot about it when i drank from Jimin.” you look at him. “And his worst memory makes you pass out?” you shake your head. “The last time i saw someone's memory is so long ago. It overwhelmed me” you smile. Jimin seems frozen next to you. “I won’t talk about it if you don’t want that.It’s your memory after all” you whisper. “But i have one question” you lean back and look at him through your eyelashes. “The wolves which appeared, those were the exo pack,right?” his head snaps at you and a split look encounters you. You nod and sit back into your recent position. “I’ll make them pay, i promise” you smile and he nods.”But before we make their asses pay i want to eat something.” They obviously seem quite surprised and confused. “You just drank” a unknown boy asks and you laugh “I mean food. Like pizza or take out. I do eat you know that, do you?” their expressions don’t change and you smile fades. “What else didn’t they tell you”

-

“The food is great” you smile and namjoon smiles at you awkwardly. “Are you alright?” he asks you while the others stay quiet. You nod and give him a eye smile. “You ate four burgers and a whole noodle menu on your own. And your attitude changed completely” you sigh and look down onto the table. Slowly your shoulders slumb down and you put your fork down. “Excuse me, where is the bathroom” you whisper still looking down onto the floor. Jimin is fast to show you the bathroom. You lock the door and with shaky breathing you walk towards the sink. You look at your pale self.

“Don’t open up to others, they’ll only hurt you because of what you are” you rest in your mother's arms. Her grasp strong and her voice piercing. “They’ll only hurt you when you least expect it my sweet child” you nod and a tear leaves your eyes. “I won’t ever open up mother.” she nods and a short sweet kiss follows. “Remember my words child, keep away from the living and live your life how you ever want to. I love you” suddenly her eyes close and you’re left with her arms leaving you and her blood on your hands. Killed by the Living. Killed by the exodus pack.

A soft sob leaves you and stumble back. Too far, you stumble into the bathtub and hit your arm. It’s dislocated. That’s the last thing that bothers you at the moment. You can’t stop crying and by this point you start to cry noisily. “Y/N?” a soft knock snaps you out of your disaster and your breath stops for a second. You have to go out there again, right. You pull yourself out of the tub and walk over to the door with your arm hanging there dislocated as it is. You take a swift look at yourself in the mirror and regret it immediately. You look like the first time you went rampage on the village near your own.

You open the door so fast that you master to startle Jimin and Yoongi. You don’t look at them but take on walking to the next door, which leads to the dining room. “What happened?” Hoseok asks seemingly shocked. You don’t answer but position your arm against the cold door frame. “Oh my god, what did you do” Jin asks trying to touch you but you look at him with the darkest gaze he has ever seen in his whole life. He backs off and you take all of your power together and slam your shoulder against the door frame. “Fuck!” you scream and fall down onto the floor just to feel the pain stabbing you.

All of the people you killed flash before your eyes. The lifes you took. You’re a monster and you know it you just ignored the fact. You killed werewolves and a lot more magical creatures and you shouldn't be in their presence at all.

Just as you are able to feel the pain leaving your shoulder you stand up breathing hard. Nobody says something. Hoseok tries to help you stand bit you're quick to push his hands away. “I'm killing them now” you whisper. Namjoon gasps and holds your arm. “I think you should calm down” you shake your head and sniff slightly. “I've waited too long. I'm going to rip them apart, one by one” Taehyung protests “We don't want you to kill all of them. There are kids Y/N” you nod and take a step away from them. “I know” you whisper back before you open the front door. “It's not the first time I killed children.” You murmur before you leave to the enemy pack.

-

Just a good hundred feet away of their pack you stop. You check the situation while the bangtan back gathered behind you. Their pups are playing in the grass, the mothers talk it has each other and the men are nowhere to be seen. You can smell their faint smell, they've been here not long ago. Silently you leave to the two big houses. A shout to their children makes you smile. You pick up two of the crying children. Out of panic they start to growl and their little fangs long to prick your skin without success.

“Cute little things, right?” you smile before a low growl snaps your attention away from the kids in your grasp. “Let them go” the voice is so familiar. Just as familiar as his great grand father. “This little thing here?” you laugh and he just charges towards you. “One more step and I'll suck them dry within a second” a woman screams for her children and you try your hardest to ignore her.

“Are they yours?” you smile. His gaze seems hurt and panicked, they are his.

You put them down so that they run to their mother. With a swift motion you grasp his jaw as he watches his pups running back to their mother. The pack of his is fast to back him up but the bangtan pack is faster. “You're a disgrace, sitting yourself on the side of a blood sucker” he shouts. You've had enough. “At least I don't kill a whole family and leave one child back to die. Your grand grandfather did some shit things but you took after him quite well. You're the disgrace here” you snarl and strengthen you grasp on his throat.

He has problems breathing and scratches your hand furiously. “Good night Alpha” you whisper and dig into his flash. You don't drink his blood, no. You tear his flesh apart together with his bones. His pack howls and howls in murmur. You're in too deep in your task of tearing the man apart that you don't notice the packs fighting.

You rip his heart out and take steps away from the bundle of flesh and blood which was once a man. “I Y/N claim the alphas position and his belongings.” You shout. The situation falls silent and the packs look at you in disbelief.

You're covered in blood and whatever body fluids. Your face is splattered with blood and eyes have such a dark black color. “The Exodus Pack must follow the bangtan pack now since their alpha is dead. If someone has a problem with my decision please fight me now” you smirk.

You stumble towards the packs with the heart in your hand. You raise it and take a big bite out of it. “The bloodsucker wins once again against the living. It was my pleasure helping you out” you smile towards Namjoon. You throw the heart onto the grass and take your leave with a soldier motion. “I'll check on you” you smile before you leave to clean yourself up.

[heycasbutt]

One Hell of an Interview

A/N: Dirty smutty MGG. You’ll probably want a priest and/or a cold shower after reading this.

Rating: M

Warnings: Hella dirty smut.

You raised your hand tentatively to the large oak door. Your breathing starting to turn into hyperventilating as you knocked, 3 times, and took a step back. 

“It’s just an interview, Y/N” you told yourself softly. Your slim fingers curled tighter around the strap of the messenger bag hanging from your body. 

The familiar sound of a door being unlocked made your breath stop altogether. As the door swung open you had to remind yourself to keep breathing and be pleasant. That’s what your journalism professors always told you. 

“Hello! You must be, Y/N from the local university, right?” The wavy haired man greeted you, extending an arm to shake your hand. He was in a pair of well worn jeans and a faded Pink Floyd T-shirt, your favorite band, mismatched socks adorned his feet. 

“Hello,” you smiled, taking his hand “you must be Mr. Gubler, is that correct?” You said mentally double checking the address. 

“Oh please it’s Matthew! Come in. Come in.” He said gesturing for you to follow him into his modest home. 

Drawings lined the walls and little knick-knacks took up every available shelf space. In the corner was a large desk with a lamp, and a pair of glasses delicately placed on a notepad. Around that, scripts and drafts of scripts piled up, being shoved into every nook and cranny on the desk. 

“Would you like something to drink? We’ve got juice, water, milk, Coke, wine, beer. Hell, you name it, I’ve probably got some somewhere around here,” Matthew chuckled running a hand through his hair. 

“Um, I’ll take a Coke,” you said still standing in the entryway, still nervous, still pinching yourself to make sure this was real. 

“Please, make yourself at home. Just shove anything you find on a chair or the couch to the floor and I’ll get it later,” he said disappearing into the kitchen. You perched yourself on the edge of the worn crushed velvet couch against the one wall and began digging through your bag. Pulling out a notepad and a recorder, as well as some extra pens. Just in case. 

“One Coke for you and one Jack and Coke for myself,” Matthew spoke up suddenly, almost startling you. 

“Thank you, so much” you said taking a sip of the dark liquid, almost moaning in pleasure at the burn it left behind going down your throat. 

“That good, huh? I thought I just bought the regular stuff,” the man next to you chuckled and took a sip of his own drink. 

“It’s been a while, my roommate’s been on a health kick lately and won’t let me have anything but water in the house,” you shrugged and laughed softly. 

“Ah. Damn roommates, that’s why I don’t have any,” Matthew winked and laughed softly. “Also, they get in the way when you try and bring someone home,” he added, causing you to blush profusely.

“That they do, but I don’t really have anyone to bring home. Senior year of college really does a number on your social life, you chuckled.  

“Oh I remember those days, you look rather young to be a senior in college though, how old are you, if you don’t mind me asking?” Matthew asked, punctuating his statement with a gulp of his drink. 

“Oh, not at all,” You responded, “I’m 20. I took some courses in high school and graduated early with my associate’s.”

“Wow, you really are a studious one, and you want to interview ME out of everyone you could have picked, you picked me?” Matthew laughed and knocked back the remainder of the dark liquid in his glass. 

“My professor, Dr. Langley said that he had you years ago and you were one of the most successful students he ever had.” You blushed softly as Matthew’s eyes seemed to search yours. 

“Oh, Dr. Langley, I remember him, I dated his daughter in college for a while-actually we were more friends with benefits if I remember correctly. He wasn’t too happy when he came home and caught us in his study one time,” Matthew laughed, the kind of laugh that seems to roll through your entire body. 

You tried to hold back a smile but a small smirk found its way onto your lips. 

“You really have a beautiful smile,”’Matthew drawled softly as he came and sat by you, an arm coming to rest on the back of the couch as he lifted his ankle to his knee and leaned back. 

“Th-Thank you, Mr. Gubler,” you stumbled over your words as you reached for your notepad in your bag. 

“You know, I really like when you call me Mr. Gubler,” Matthew growled into your ear nibbling your earlobe softly as a moan escaped your lips. 

“Oh. Oh. We probably shouldn’t do this” You breathed out. Your hand gripped his knee as his lips trailed down your neck, biting, kissing, and licking softly. 

“Why not? I’ll tell Dr. Langley you and I had the most intriguing conversation,” Matthew continued, a hand of long fingers drawing shapes on your knee now. 

“I’m 20, and you’re what? 36?!” You protested through grunts and groans of pleasure. He knew all the sweet spots on your neck, that was for sure. 

“38,” he corrected, you found your grip on his knee tightening and you gasped as he sucked a particularly sensitive spot on your neck. 

“Oh God,” you groaned softly as his hand worked its way up your thin T-shirt and started softly palming your breasts through the cotton bra you had on. 

“Oh, are you one of those women who can climax purely from nipple stimulation?” Matthew smirked as another gasp escaped your lips. 

“N-not usually,” you managed to get out before he slid your top over your head with one hand, the other working feverishly to release your breasts from the confines of your bra. 

“Guess we’ll have to test that little theory out,” Matthew winked as he attached his lips to one of your nipples, rolling and tugging the other with his hand. 

Your hands reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head tossing it God knows where. You were in ecstasy, Matthew’s lips attached to your nipple, his other hand had strayed down and was working to unbutton the slim fit jeans you wore. You knew at this point your panties were soaked, there was no way around that. 

“Oh wow, are those soaked panties because of me?” Matthew smirked as he slid a hand down your pants, running one of his long fingers against your slit. 

“Oh my-fuck!” You exclaimed as a finger slid inside you. “Yes, Yes! It’s all because of you,” you moaned in delight. Your companion smirked and placed a chaste kiss on your lips. 

“That’s what I thought,” He said with a smirk as he pulled your pants and panties down together. His fingers flew back to your center as he slid 2 fingers inside you with ease. 

“Oh my Gooooood,” you moaned arching your back against the couch. 

“I’d say this is the best interview I’ve ever been a part of,” Matthew chuckled as he positioned himself between your legs. 

“Such a pretty pussy,” he mused, licking his lips before attaching them to the space between your legs. 

“Oh holy fuck!” You groaned loudly and fisted your hands in his delicious locks. His tongue mapped out your entrance with precision, then he moved to suck furiously on your clit and you thought you were going to explode right there. 

“P-Please fuck me,” you begged as your hands grasped the air trying to reach Matthew. 

“Well, since you asked so nicely, I guess I can comply,” he smirked.  You heard the sound of a belt buckle being loosened, a zipper being dragged down, and finally the telltale sound of clothing being slid down legs. 

“Condom?” He asked cautiously. 

“I’m clean and on the injection,” you breathed out, desperate for your bodies to become one. 

“I’m clean too, so let’s do this” Matthew smiled and placed a kiss in the valley between your breasts before sliding in slowly. The two of you groaned in unison as he fully sheathed his length in your waiting center. 

“Oh fuck,” he groaned out as he thrust slowly, hitting that sweet spot inside you with every thrust. 

“F-Faster,” you breathed out, your hand coming to rub the bundle of nerves between your legs as your companion increased the intensity and speed of his thrusts. 

Before you knew it an all too familiar sensation began building in your belly, causing you to curl your toes and arch your back. 

“That’s it baby, let go,” Matthew encouraged, two fingers finding their way to your chest to pull and tug at your nipples. 

With one final thrust, you came unraveled, moaning and scraping your nails down his back as you rode out your ecstasy. Matthew wasn’t too far behind, a few more thrusts and he was spilling his seed inside you. 

“Wow. That was, amazing,” you breathed out as Matthew’s head came to rest on your chest. 

“Best interview I’ve ever been too,” He smiled and kissed you softly. 

“Same here, although you’ll have to help me write something up so I don’t get in trouble,” you giggled softly as you ran your fingers through his messy locks. 

“But first, round two,” Matthew smirked standing up and helping you up before leading you down the hall to his bedroom. 

It had been one hell of a day, and certainly, one hell of an interview. 

[hethrewmyheartinthecut]

Peaky Match Quiz: Written Version

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1. What WWI-era job did you have?

a) nurse

b) soldier

c) translator

d) diplomat

e) spy

2. Big spoon or little spoon?

a) big spoon most of the time

b) little spoon most of the time

c) either one is good

d) I’d rather not sleep with anyone

e) that’s a false binary, hoe

3. If you could, what would you splurge on?

a) a new bike

b) a massive bookshelf

c) a music streaming subscription

d) a canoe

e) a walk-in closet

4. Let’s say your ship goes down and you’re rationing food for the people left on your small lifeboat. You have one extra piece of food. Who do you give it to?

a) my cousin

b) the youngest person there

c) the oldest person there

d) I assign it randomly, leaving it to luck

e) give??? that’s MY food

5. What action movie character are you?

a) the hero, blam blam

b) he hero’s ex, who has moved on and made a fabulous life for themselves

c) the wise old sage that everyone goes to for life advice, love, and the occasional asskicking

d) the cutie/sidekick that sacrifices themselves to save the world

e) the tech cutie with the laptop that gets to drink as much coffee as they want

6. Who’s your favorite Greek god?

a) Athena, goddess of wisdom & strategy, grey eyes aesthetic, and getting all As

b) Aphrodite, goddess of hoes, lovers, and hoe lovers, judging nobody, and looking good as fuck with seashell-braided hair

c) Hades, god of keeping a VERY LONG grudge, death/the underworld, and ‘I wish that people wouldn’t die because I hate spending time with them’

d) Artemis, goddess the forest, ace lesbian separatism, and tearing creeps apart w/ her good doggos

e) Dionysus, god of a l c o h o l, parties where literally everyone’s invited, and fuckwit tomfoolery

7. There’s a bar fight. What’s going on?

a) I don’t know and I don’t care.

b) me, bitch! I don’t even know how but I’m out here and I’m having a great time

c) I started the fight but I’m standing over in a corner watching for the fun of it

d) protecting my little brother went a lil too far

e) I’ve studied everyone here and I can make significant money off betting who’ll win

8. What is your supervillain origin story?

a) A lot of bad shit happened to me and nobody seemed to care, so I figured I’d get revenge.

b) Like Robespierre, I wanted equal rights for everybody, and like Robespierre, I got a lil too enthusiastic with the guillotine.

c) I thought I could do a better job of running things than those in power…and I was right.

d) My best friend got into supervillainy recently, and damned if I’m gonna let them go it alone.

e) I was born for this fucking role. Being evil is FUN.

9. Tell me about your pet.

a) My horse is short and sturdy and it can carry me all across the country.

b) My cat is super old and kind of blind, so I guide it around outside on a leash, but it’s cuddly af.

c) My dog is big enough to guard me when I walk around at night.

d) My fish breed fast and are really tasty. (What? I’M A HUNGRY HOE)

e) My puppy is a so smart, I’m currently training it to fetch the newspaper.

10. Choose a journey to take.

a) Caribbean island trip w/ bae

b) service/learning trip to rural Vietnam w/ a bunch of friends

c) whole family in a bunch of mountain cabins, Alberta, Canada

d) London, UK by myself

e) Cape Town, South Africa for the culture with the cool cousins

11. In a fantasy AU, what magic talisman helped you gain power?

a) the amulet of persuasion

b) the sword of savagery

c) the elixir of love

d) the tome of wizardry

e) the majesty of a swift kick to the ass

12. Pick a classic imagine.

a) hurt/comfort, and y/n is doing the comforting

b) hurt/comfort, and y/n is the one that got hurt

c) y/n and y/n’s significant other go off to war together

d) y/n’s significant other returns from war

e) y/n makes their significant other “feel good” *smirk emoji*

13. What’s a vice of yours?

a) selfishness

b) anger

c) laziness

d) self-righteousness

e) greed

14. What’s a virtue of yours?

a) selflessness

b) patience

c) empathy

d) bravery

e) honor

15. Which Fuck You Tommy moment do you feel most deeply in your soul?

a) Tommy: “The gin?” May: “Too sweet.”

b) Ada: “Do you know how unfair it is that you’ve got four Bugattis when half the country’s starving?”

c) Tommy: “May I smoke?” Linda: “No.”

d) Polly: “Do you know, it was a fine speech you made in there, about this company believing in equal rights for women. But when it comes to it, you don’t listen to a word we say.”

e) Tommy: “If you ever talk about getting lost again, I will cut you from this family.” Esme: “What family?”

16. What’s your free time OTP?

a) knitting & gossiping (read: talking shit)

b) rugby & casual homosexualité

c) cooking & harvesting compliments from guests

d) writing & astral projecting

e) riding horses & becoming one with the earth

17. Pick a knife.

a) swiss army knife

b) penknife

c) butter knife

d) stiletto knife

e) hunting knife

18. What’s one key moment from your relationship with your partner?

a) I was inspired by them to find a cure for a deadly disease, saving thousands, and it was hella romantic

b) I shared my deepest darkest secrets with them through my art and it was hella romantic

c) I proposed to them by using every member of my family holding up cue cards at appropriate moments and it was hella romantic

d) I killed a [insert Immigrant Ethnicity™ here for Maximum Peaky Accuracy] for them and it was hella romantic

e) we rickrolled their grandma and skeedaddled with all the Inheritance Cash and it was hella romantic?

19. Pick a song from 2018.

a) NFWMB by Hozier

b) breathin by Ariana Grande

c) Apeshit by Beyoncé and Jay Z

d) Geyser by Mitski

e) 0 to 100 / The Catch up by Drake (*it’s from 2015 but I’m tired)

20. What’s the mood, babe?

a) country boyyy, I love you

b) THIS BITCH EMPTY, YEET

c) today’s forecast, we can clearly see, is somebody got me fucked UP. fucked UP.

d) pronos and froo-aights and coricles. penapeeples. papaYEAH? banaynays. cantalapoops. shampaganay manjuice. WHAT the…??

e) hi I’m Jared I’m 19 and I never learned how to fukcin read

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[bacon-scented]

A Tree Bros Story

❌ Warning: Suicide and Self Harm ❌

☆☆☆

I can remember the first day we planted that tree in our backyard. It was a spruce tree about 13 ft tall that I had gotten for my 10th birthday. I was ecstatic and Connor was pleased with how much I liked it. He had called the spruce " Leafy Baby". He would come to our house after school everyday to check on it.

☆☆☆

I can remember the first time I had fallen from the tree. It was about 15ft at the time and I was 12? I was crying so loudly. Connor heard from next door and literally climbed the fence to help me. He held me close to him with an ice pack to my bruise, he kept on caressing my face, and whispered it's okay the whole time. One of the only times in my life where I truly felt safe.\

☆☆☆

I remember the time that Connor had confessed to me. We were sitting underneath the shade and talking about life. We had just started 10th grade. It was chill and I couldn't ask for more. It suddenly got to the topic of crushes. I was obviously too scared to share mine but Connor didn't mind. He started describing his. I can remember his exact words.

"Well, my crush is amazing. His eyes are an icy blue and have so much emotion. His hair is a sandy brown and it is just so beautiful.. I can't even put it into words."

My heart started beating ten times faster. It sounded a lot like me but, I couldn't believe it. This man, this handsome beautiful man, was talking about me? It just didn't seem plausible.

"I don't know where to begin about his personality. He's so kind and caring to everyone. He just puts a smile on everyone's face. But, there's one thing I quite dislike about him."

My face flushed. I was about to speak up when he said:

"His insecurities. He's so beautiful in my eyes. I don't understand why he could hate himself."

"Connie.. Are you talking about me?" He looked away, his face tinted a light pink, and nodded. A small grin was plastered onto my face, I leaned over and it placed a small kiss onto his cheek. We cuddled at the base of tree for the rest of the day.

☆☆☆

I remember our first date. It was quite awkward considering it was at my house. We had set up a small picnic under our glorious spruce. "Hey." Connor said, lightly chewing a ham sandwich he had packed.

"Yeah?" I looked over at him. His stare was focused and content. "Do you remember what I called this tree?" I smiled at him. "Yeah! You named it "Leafy Baby"! How could I forget?"

He laughed. "Well, I guess we can call it "Our Leafy Baby." It was my turn to laugh. I stopped giggling and leaned onto his shoulder. "I love you."

"Me too, Ev, me too."

☆☆☆

I remember our first fight. It of course, like many of the other stories, happened under the tree. Me and Connor had been dating for a year, doing the usual, sitting in the shade and quietly talking amongst themselves.

"Jesus Christ. It's hella hot out here." Connor fanned at himself, and Evan giggled. "You know.. you could just take off your jacket." Evan continued giggling until he noticed Connor's face. He looked scared a bit. He nudged Connor.

"You alright?" He looked over at me, and immediately faked a smile. I didn't acknowledge it, but I knew. He was hiding something.

"It's nothing." His voice was stern, a little too stern. He slipped off his jacket and placed it on the ground. He was gorgeous. His somewhat existent muscles were showing through the shirt. For a second, all of my suspicion washed away. Until, I noticed something. There was a scar peeking out from under his long sleeve. It looked new, like it had only sealed up 2 days ago.

"Connie, if you're really hot, you could just roll up your sleeves. It's not that difficult."

His face grew anxious and he started twirling his hair, a key giveaway that he was nervous.

"Uh.. okay.."

He slowly rolled up his sleeve and it showed scars. Cutting scars. They were everywhere. Some looked brand new, still pink and leaking blood. Others were healed up and puffy.

Evan definitely didn't expect this. He thought Connor was happy. Just seeing the cuts on his lover's arm made him want to cry. So he did. He couldn't speak words to address how upset he was. He covered his mouth to muffle his cries and curled up into a ball.

Connor looked mortified. He pulled Evan close and caressed his face.

"Hey. It's okay babe. It's just a couple of cuts, no big deal."

"It's n-not just a few c-cuts!" Even managed to squeak out between sobs. His bawling had gotten louder and he was squeezing Connor like his life had depended on it.

"I'm sorry! I thought you wouldn't care!"

Evan looked at up Connor. His face was wet with tears and his nose had become a snot waterfall.

"W-why would I not c-care!" Evan screamed at the top of his lungs, tears rolling down his cheeks harder now.

"I- I'm gonna go, Ev..."

I can remember crying a lot that day. Who wouldn't? A person who was perfect in your eyes was suffering and you didn't know how to help. I'm pretty sure you would cry to.

☆☆☆

I remember the day I found a note pinned to the the tree. I was definitely surprised to find the note on the tree, but this other feeling was hiding in the back of my head.

I hadn't been able to get in contact in contact with Connor for the past few weeks. Maybe this was his way of getting into contact with me. This wouldn't be that weird, considering he prefers emails over text.

But I knew something was wrong , I just didn't want to admit it. I carefully pulled the letter off the tree and something just flipped inside of me. The letter was warped from tear stains and it smelled lightly of weed. Oh no...

Hey Ev. This must be a bit weird but, just know I love you so much. None of this is your fault and you were one of the best things in my life. But it's too hard now. And I just wasn't strong enough to keep fighting. I love you. Goodbye.

Sincerely, Connor Murphy

No.. this can't be happening... Adrenaline kicked and the next thing I knew, I was banging on Connor's front door. Zoe opened up the door.

"Hey.. What's wrong, you look like you just saw a dead body." I took a deep breath and started to speak.

"W-where is Connor?" My voice was shaky and everything was just kinda blurry.

"He's in his roo-" I pushed past Zoe and ran up the steps to Connor's room. His door was tilted open and I peeked into the crack. Oh no...

H-he wasn't there... I ran in and noticed the burning smell of weed entering my nose. I frantically searched his drawers for something, anything. I yelped, something had pricked my fingers. I reached in and pulled out a blade, a bit rusted from blood. I thought he had thrown it away.

I looked over at his bed, there was a note, messily written, telling his family that he was sorry.

No.. no, this can't be real. This is just a bad dream. I kept telling myself, reading over the note.

"Is everything okay, Evan?" Zoe asked peeking her head into the room. I wailed and handed the note Zoe. Her eyes grew wide and she covered her mouth in shock.

"Where else would he be?"

"Can you drive me to the park?"

Evan jumped out of the SUV and dashed towards the park forest entrance. He frantically darted off trail. He was probably at their secret spot. He didn't even care about the stinging of running through the bushes, he needed to hurry.

He finally caught sight of their favorite tree and his boyfriend lying down at the base of the tree. Connor was barely conscious, pills spilled around him. Evan bawled out, unhappy to see his boyfriend in so much pain, but happy he was still alive. Evan pulled his lover into a tight hug and kissed his forehead. He pulled out his phone, fumbling with it, before dialing 911. "You'll be okay, Connor..." Evan forced a smile, petting his head.

Connor was pronounced dead in the hospital 5 hours later.

☆☆☆

I stared down and the ground below me, sitting on the top branch of my spruce. I was about 40 maybe 50 feet above the ground. I sighed and stared at the sunset, it was beautiful. I wiped the tears away from my eyes and stared back at the ground.

"I'll be with you soon, Connie."

And... I let go.

[silhouetted-beauty]

My BTS Concert Experiences!!🎇🎆

Hello fellow readers! I just wanted to shared my concert experiences as well as my favorite highlights of the night. I ended up going to both Chicago concerts (Oct. 02/03) and let me just say... IT WAS LIT!!! The boys really put on a show and all their hard work definitely was shown. FYI: This post will be LONG so I will install a ‘keep reading’ tab.

But anyways, let me start off saying how I was a nervous wreck knowing I was going both days because I didn’t know what to expect. This was my first BTS concert and I’ve been dying (not literally lol) to see them since 2015. I pretty much followed other people’s experiences from earlier tour dates and went off that and honestly, it didn’t help. It ended up kicking my anxiety into overdrive because lot of people were talking about post concert depression lol. In my mind, I was thinking, “holy shit! If they are THAT good live, would I even be able to walk out of the arena with a sane mind?!” To put it short, I was spooked. Even as I type this out, my hands are shaking lol. Oh! and excuse my crappy video footage, I was kinda zoned out watching them, people were knocking into me, and I was low key dancing lol

October 2nd...

-The Merchandise-

Thanks to my bf (you know who you are HOE!!!😂😂), she had bought us both tickets for this day as a birthday present to me. Since she bought tickets, I felt the least I could do was buy us merch. So I arrived that morning at the venue only to find the line for merchandise wrapped around two corners. So I began the dreadful task of waiting in line. Thankfully, I met two other girls who I quickly connected with and made the process, somehow, quicker. The line moved faster then I thought but as we gotten closer, we noticed items were selling out due to people buying bags of shit! The ‘Love Yourself’ shirts, both white and black, were the first to sell out. I was in shock because that was the shirt I was getting us so I had to call her up and decide on either another shirt or another item. Thankfully, none of the other merch I wanted sold out so I was able to purchase what we wanted without any problems. So in total, I was in line at 9:40 and didn’t leave until 12:50. My advice to anyone trying to get merch for a concert... order online! I believe it’s more convenient, especially if you may not have the time to wait in line. Preordering or ordering ahead of time is definitely less stressful.

-The Concert-

After I left merch met up with my best friend and we went back to my place to get ready. Lol I’m gonna be honest and say that even though I was going to see BTS, the main highlight of the day was my blue hair. I had recently dyed it and was ready to show it off. Thanks to her, I ended up wearing a pink dress, my black leather jacket, and black Killstar ‘vendetta’ boots, which I bought specifically for the concert for the next day. We kept cracking jokes because it looked like I was dressed to “kick somebody’s ass” (her words not mines😂😂).

So we get to the arena, paid for parking, then waited in line, which was pretty short. Our seats were in section 103 and we had the perfect view of the stage and audience. While we waited in our seats, my best friend turns to me and suggests we get some drinks lol (Note: I’m starting to believe that is the norm when we go to concerts). Hell! I was down for drinking but then I remembered how I didn’t eat all day so I was worried about getting drunk especially since we were drinking Bacardi rum. It wasn’t that I intentionally didn’t eat, I was just too hyped to do so. BONUS!! We both thought I’d be the one to cry since I’m the bigger fan than she is but guess what? Yo gurl held strong!😆 In fact, SHE was the one who cried and I’m never letting her forget it. Lmao! Anyways we were drinking, cracking jokes, sitting back and looking pretty while waiting on the show to start. And when it did... when it did... it was a fucking PARTY!!!!

We stood the entire time, and I basically sang/screamed my heart out. Made sure to capture her on video while ‘Singularity’ played because that is her shit lol (Great job, Tae!😘). They performed Setlist A (I believe) which was LIT. We danced to every song. I REALLY loved the vcr footages as they changed for the next song. It was really unique and some were playful, sexy, and bold. But as the concert came to an end, each member said a solo goodbye. All of them were nice especially considering how they tried to speak English to the best of their ability. What they couldn’t say, they spoke in Korean and the translator did a great job relaying the message. The speech I remembered the most was Yoongi’s because I low key feel like he tried to go in on us. Like tried to straight clown us lol. Here’s what I mean...

Yoongi: “I have one question.”

Us: *screams* “yes” or “what”

Yoongi: “this is Chicago. The Windy City, right?”

At this point, I’m thinking what is he getting at?

Us: “Yes.”

Yoongi: “Then why is it so hot?”

...

...

...

My reaction:

Anyways, It was so beautiful! Seeing all of the lights from the lightsticks and seeing people bond together; no wonder the boys get all teary eyed at each concert. It really is a beautiful sight. Later on, we left the arena at around 11:00, kinda danced to the street drummers before headed back to the car. As we drove away, I felt this overwhelming sense of calming sadness. You know, when you go out and have fun, literally the time of your life, you don’t want that feeling to end but you know it has to. It felt weird and we ended up having like this deep conversation, it was mostly me rambling lol.

October 3rd...

-Earlier in the day-

I woke up, quickly showered and got dressed because I knew I was going to be at the arena all day because I had GA standing...

Quick note, I did give my Uber driver a lesson on BTS and his reactions were priceless especially when I informed him of all their hard work and achievements. It was full of “shit!”’s And “aw damn!”’s Because he couldn’t believe it lol. The more I thought about it, the more I smiled to myself. I felt proud for stanning such an amazing group.😭😭

Anyways, I made it back up to the arena at around 9:40 and this time I had to stand in the GA line, which also wrapped around two corners. Fucking A!!!! It didn’t seem like it was that many people and I guess my number would be between 500-700 but I was hella wrong because I was number 1,019 in line by the time I got my wristband. Lmao! FUCK!

I was supposed to meet up with people I had met the previous day but didn’t and it was all good because I met people not only in line but also once I gotten my wristband. Shoutout to y’all! ✌🏾✌🏾

Crazy enough, there was someone in line who gave away two extra GA tickets for free! I should have taken it and gave it away to one of the girls I met who didn’t have a ticket. (My first regret of the day).

While waiting until lineup time, which was at 4, I hung out with two other girls who were really sweet and kind, SUPER funny, and multi fandom. They shared concert experiences and are even planning on traveling to New York for their final U.S tour date. If one of you see this post, HAVE FUN, GURLS! I HOPED Y’ALL TURNED THE FUCK UP!!! ✌🏾✌🏾✌🏾✌🏾

The weather was beautiful. It was around 86/87 and the WIND WAS BLOWING! WHERE THE FUCK WHERE YOU, MIN YOONGI?! WAS IT STILL HOT THEN?! (Actually it was but at least we had a breeze, which technically was blowing everyone and everything away lmao.)

We even spotted video crew, interviewing fans about an upcoming “documentary”. 😏🤫 I have my own theory as to what this footage is going to be used for and I’m gonna wait until it drops to prove it. Word on the street, they were asking the arena staff members for more people to interview.😁

I met a lot of people and it brought me so much joy hearing how excited they were especially if it was their first time seeing them. I ended up waiting inside the arena while charging a friend’s phone and we heard BTS rehearsing! We assumed it was soundcheck but it wasn’t because the soundcheck line was still outside so that was a bonus. We even kept spotting BTS crew members walking in and out of the area where they were singing😫.

-The Concert-

When the time came, I had to get back in line in the order of the wristband to enter inside the arena. Idk if this applies at future concerts but if you get a large number, don’t assume you will get in line to enter the arena early. Security was strict to tell people to either get in their numerical spots or go to the end of the line. I was told this was because of the Wings Concert lineup was a mess last year so they’re trying to be fair and restore order. We lined up at about 4/4:30 but the doors didn’t open until 5:30 (at least for us, i think). We all tried to keep ourselves busy while we waited and everyone at least got some free shit in the process. Someone handed me Hoseok photo cards of him and his hands.😁

I had my boots in hand because I wasn’t gonna put those bad boys on and have my feet hurting all day (good thing too because I didn’t get into the arena until 6:40). In fact, I planned on putting them on just before going inside because I wanted to annoy security and set off the metal detectors like I did the previous day. It brought my trifling ass great joy watching three officers trying to figure out what it was until I told them it was the boots, thus them giving me the name “boots”. Lmao!

They scanned my ticket, gave me another wristband, and I entered into the arena listening to thousands of fans scream and cheer for our boys. It was really a sight. Turns out, despite my number being so high, I was still pretty close to the end of the stage. But the bad part was that, while standing there, my feet were starting to hurt. On top of that, people started fainting left and right and the concert didn’t even start. I was beginning to worry because being in GA isn’t ideal as people think. You are jam packed in a crowd. It’s hot, people are screaming, some are angry, you will get shoved and pushed around; all while trying to get closer to stage.

But once the lights went out and the opening started, everything turned around. Some of my time was spent trying to free up storage on my phone which I hated😤😤. My phone made my videos appear farther than what it actually was. Thanks Apple.

OH! Let me just warn you guys! Even though we watch them on our phones, televisions, and computers; nothing compares to seeing them up close and personal. I was shock to how close I was to them and couldn’t help up stare up at them with my mouth open. THEY ARE BREATHTAKING!! But the two members who really caught my eye were Namjoon and Hoseok! FUCK! They look 1000 times better in person. I couldn’t even think for a period of time. I kinda zoned out lol. Yoongi mostly stayed over by our side of the stage with his fine ass which was fine by me and Tae, Jungkook, Jimin and Jin!... my god! They all look so good!😩😩😩

You know, I’m not a fan of musicians jumping into the crowd of audience members. But after that night, I was counting on them to. Lmao! In fact, I’m disappointed that they didn’t.🤣😂🤣😂 jk... maybe😏

The boys performed effortlessly and PUT ON A SHOW (*hinting at all the other fan videos lol*). The solos, rap line, and vocal line performances were, hands down, memorable. I loved for Trivia: Love, Namjoon brought the other members back out to dance with him.😍😍 This time go round, they performed Setlist B! So you know what this means?! They performed bapsae and YALL KNOW I HAD TO GET IT ON VIDEO!!!!

And of course, the moment everyone dreaded... the ending.

*Sigh* it was an amazing experience overall and I was glad I was able to experience it. It gave me insight on what to do differently and plan for next time; and they did said that they would come back next year and I plan on holding them to that lol.

Message to the boys:

I want to say thank you. Thank you for being who you are and being open to sharing a part of your life with us. I know being an idol, especially international superstars, is difficult at times but you guys never complain. In fact, you push through and your determination is front and center. Even while you performed both days, I couldn’t help but take the time to look around at all the people you’ve brought together. People from all walks of life, different cultural backgrounds, people of different age groups; all brought together because of you. Together we are here to support you! “We are the same.” Thank you! And thank you for the experience! I am thankful and grateful I was able to see the love a group shares with their fandom. Keep up the great work and I look forward to your return and seeing you all again. ❤️🧡💛💚💙💜💜💜💜💜

[slytherhell]

Send these to your favorite Authors and let them blab! What is your total word count on AO3? How often do you write? Do you have a routine for writing? What’s your favorite kinks/tropes/pairing? Do you have a favorite fic of yours? Your fic with the most kudos? Anything you don’t like about your writing? Now something you do like! Send it to some of your favorite Authors to spread some love

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Total word count on AO3 : 60634 ( and this is with the 3/4 of my fics still not updated since being posted. i’m not sure how it’s this much already, the word count, that is. the most amount of words i’ve written - for a total fic - was about 5k words; then it went up to 16k+ after the food fair entry . just think of how big my total word count could be when i get my writing muse back! )

How often I write: I used to update regularly, back in about 2015. Every day, I would have a new chapter for my fics (on Wattpad, because that was my first main writing platform, but Wattpad’s dead now so we’re here.) 

In fact, I used to have a full writing plan; I had about ten hp fics on my account. I picked out the top ones I had the most muse for - which was three, two drarry and one wolfstar - and told myself I would update those fics whenever I felt inspired to. 

In the end, I ended up updating those fics three times every week for a good two months, and I had about 24ish chapters for the drarry fics, and close to 20ish chapters for the wolfstar ( I started that fic at a later time than the other two. )  

I kept this pattern up, and made sure that everyday after school, I would clear a writing space for myself on my bed so I could write. That helped me a lot and I had so many creative juices...it was insane how much I wrote.

Now, however, I write only whenever I feel inspired to and have enough time + energy ( aka, when I don’t pass out from exhausation and not working on too many things in school - I had and still have a lot of /art/ projects. )

I try my best to write all of my ideas down, but I usually don’t have much inspiration to turn them into longer fics, or anything beyond a simple idea, so most of those get chucked and forgotten.

The ones I do manage to keep around, I usually scribble down the idea on a piece of paper, and write a starter line and/or paragraph to see how it would look if I were to continue it as an actual fic, then determine what I do with it when I get home.

There’s no true definition as to how much I write. I would just say I write depending on my current mood and situation.

Writing Routine: 

It used to start in either a swivel chair in the corner of my room, or at the wooden dining room table with a hot mug of fruit-flavored tea. ( It now varies from sitting upright on my bed with music blasting out of my headphones, on the living room couch with the low murmur of the t.v. in the background, or laid sprawled out on the floor with a Kubz Scouts video in the background. )

I try to take a few minutes to write the beginning paragraph on paper, or at least attempt to outline the story ( this usually lasts for about five minutes because I CANNOT sit still, and I’ll fidget a lot if I’m required to sit still for a while. ) 

I’ll usually look up fics of the similarity to whatever I’m writing, and get further story inspiration from them ( I’ll usually keep those fics up in a seperate tab to read back over when I need help and/or a burst of writing  inspiration )

If it’s something I‘m not quite sure about, or something I’m not properly educated on, I ALWAYS do a good bit of research before even remotely writing about it. ( This is something I do NOT skip over, like at all. )

I’m almost always blasting music or video audio through my headphones whenever I write ( I search and listen to music when I write, depending on the theme and the feel of the story. If I’m writing fluff, you’ll probably catch me listening to beautiful piano music. If it’s a dark story - gods, I love dark stories - I’ll be listening to dark music, be it dark piano versions of songs, ambient horror music. And lastly, if I’m writing something emotional, I’ll usually stop by songs that made me cry and sad as child, or that cause me to zone out of reality in present day. )

I try to set a timer whenever I write. ( While it intimidates me, it also pushes me to write more because me eyes are constantly flicker over to the timer, and the closer I see it move down to zero, the faster I write and edit. I kick in about a good twenty words at the very start of the countdown. )

( And unless you wanna hear me rant about how much I get off task and procrasinate writing whenever I can’t figure out how to make a scene work or something of the sort, then this is pretty much it. Oh, and I do a few read-overs and editing when I’m done with the first rough draft. )

Kinks in Fics:

I really like a good ‘ol leather kink in a fic ( specifically when the second half of the pairing, *cough, cough* draco in a drarry fic* is pulling on and stretching on leather gloves, and I blame @mzuul for that because the minute I saw her Draco Malfoy Bad Boy series art, that kink was developed and I’ve loved it since. ) 

Another one, this is gonna sound really gross + suprising for those that know me, but watersport kink. ( This was first developed when I read my very first fanfictions, and I found a few good drarry fics with this in them so this kink is here to stay )

Hair pulling kink. ( It started out with reading fics fics where Draco would either accidentally or deliberately tug on Harry’s hair, and Harry ended up loving it - but now, I read fics were both Draco and Harry have this kink because it’s actually really good. )

Praise Kink ( Started out with only Harry, but I also like fics where Draco has this kink. I blame @goldentruth813 entirely )

Hung! Harry ( Hung! Like! A Horntail! - this, this fic, is all i’m going to say..) 

Parseltongue Kink ( When! Draco! has! this! and! Harry! somehow! still! keeps! his! ability! to! speak! Parseltongue! and uGH,, THIS IS SO GOOD. ) 

Tropes in Fics:

Legitimate! Enemies to Friends to Lovers

sLOW BURN

Sectumsempra angst

Bi Harry

Pansy is a lesbian

Draco finding out how the Durshleys treated Harry and becoming absolutely lIVID at the news

Dark! Drarry

BAMF! Harry

BAMF! Draco

When they cross paths after a few years and get to know each other + proper character developement + when they clash and they have their ups and downs, causing people to wonder how they’re even comptaible but in the end, they make it work and are able to settle down with each other and enjoy the rest of their lives.

wHEN! THEY ANIMOSITY! STAYS!

Long-haired! Draco

Bearded! Harry

aUROR PARTNERS

Raising a kid together ( tEDDY-! )

pINING

mUTUAL PINING

Sassy! (Canon) Harry

Flustered! Draco

When they’re equally sassy and equally ruthless + being able to get their shit done, and staying on top of their game

When their kids become friends and that forces them to become friends as well and hang out with each other more often

When their kids wants their dads (Draco and Harry) to end up together and make it happen

when it’s hella fluffy

when it’s hella aNGSTY ( haha, chaotic neutural )

Top! Harry!

Bottom! Draco ( I can see them both as either or both being versatile but I really love when Harry tops )

Realistic first times 

Their friends setting them up ( I love when Draco, Pansy and Blaise are best friends in fics like this !! )

The constant switch of calling each other by first and last names, depending on the(ir) mood

When they are eQUALS

When they still have bANTER AND STILL ARGUE BUT W/O THE PREVIOUS HATE

When their relationship is real and raw that you can pratically feel it

hURT AND COMFORT ( real heavy on the hurt, just a bit on the comfort bc not drarry all fics have to have happy endings )

Anything involving them both working on a case together

Auror! Harry x Unspeakable! ( or even Healer! ) Draco

Jealous! Draco x (Still) Oblivious! Harry

Oblivious! Draco x Jealous! Harry

Protective! Harry ( Protective! Draco as well )

Beauxbatons! Draco x Hogwarts/Gryffindor! Harry

fORCED PROXIMITY

Multilingual! Draco

French speaking! Draco

Wandless magic ( for both )

POC! Harry ( This is my number one things in fics...I just love POC! Harry

Proper mention and represenation of Harry and/or Draco’s PTSD; following the war

Power couple! Drarry

Pairings:

Drarry ( OTP )

Pansmione

Linny

Blaico 

+ a few hundred more ( for all of them, but the kinks in general ) , but you’re probably gonna have to ask off anon bc i don’t wanna lose to remainder of friends i still have left on this site, over this post. ( i keep forgetting that not all drarry accounts follow me - i have some rpers, general artists, people following me with their main acounts + multifandom blogs and i feel like every time i get started up about anything drarry, they just...regret their decision to have followed me xD but you can kinda get the gist of my kinks, right? )

Favorite Fic ( of mine ) : While I constantly dog on my own writing skills, I actually do have some of my fics that I love. But my most favorite?  I’d have to say ‘(Fuck A) Silver Lining’

It’s a Draco Malfoy redemption fic I began writing earlier this year ( and yes, it was inspired/influenced by the P!ATD song. )

I mean, I haven’t updated it since I posted it - I began writing it on old Wattpad before I left that hellsite, then I later posted it to my ao3.

It’s my favorite because I really got to explore and go more in depth with Draco’s character, unlike J.K. R*wling.

And I basically filled in all the pieces that led up to the part of Draco’s life  we witness ( well, y’all, bc I never read it, ha ) in C*rsed Ch*ld 

I basically combined in every post-war Draco headcanon I ever thought of into one whole fic and while it takes you into his mind and shows you just how much the war has changed him, it is actually wholesome. I mean, we’ve got angst, hurt/comfort, finding love, and I even had a few scenes that were so fluffy and pure that I was crying as I wrote - which is why I haven’t updated. Other than dealing with shit irl, this story gets me really emotional and I just love it so much..

Fic with most Kudos:

‘just the right addition’ with 65 kudos.

summary :

harry has a leather kink. but draco didn't know that when he showed up on the field in a leather jacket, and suede leather gloves.

What I don’t like about my writing: 

I really don’t like how I transition from scene to scene in my fics. I feel like they’re extremely sloppy and really ruin the story; especially if I had a really good idea/path for the story. ( I also don’t like how I constantly compare my writing, then try and force to change my writing style so it sounds half as good as the author’s writing style of the story that I’m reading )

What I DO like about my writing:

Um, I really like how I start most of my fics off with dialogue. I like how I have a lot on the page, but it still blends in well to get its point across. And also, if it’s a one shot, I like how I have a beginning, middle, and end for the story.

Beginning: Introducing the prompt, and what’s going on with it

Middle: What the characters actions lead to, kinda showing you where it’s going to be heading soon

End : the general idea of the ending/aftermath of it + something like an epilogue, wraps things up in a way.

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Thank you so much for sending me this, anon!!

Again, thank you so much, and I hope you’re well!

-Teia

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Here’s a story I wrote about my oc Jackie and @miraculousgems‘ oc Cherami It’s how they met and stuff! Please don’t ship them they’re literally based off my friend and myself so that would be extremely uncomfortable and disrespectful. They’ll both find their own significant others eventually don’t worry.

Warning: I’m not a good writer and I never re-read this to check for mistakes

It was late in the afternoon: the sun was still shining through the leaves, but the sounds of nature had softened. Leaves crunched under Cherami’s boots as she walked down the trail leading her back to the town. Her hat bounced with every step, and her cloak swayed with the crisp breeze. She quietly hummed to herself, occasionally glancing behind her shoulder to check on her bag of recently purchased goods, which had been enchanted to float in the air and follow her. Cherami’s been practicing witchcraft her whole life, and enjoyed taking trips to a nearby village to buy herbs, gems, and other ingredients. The trail to the village was through a dense forest full of beautiful flowers, mushrooms, and other flora. Of course she has come across many animals like the common birds, squirrels, and frogs; however, there have been times where the witch has seen a porcupine, opossum, and even a few bears. After walking for 15 minutes, Cherami reached a pile of mossy rocks: the landmark reminding her to take the special shortcut. She leaned over and pulled a wand out of her right boot. Gripping her wand, she flicked her wrist to the left of the trail, where there was just forest. The leaves rustled and drifted to the side, creating a miniature pathway. She paused for a few seconds, scanning the area to make sure there weren’t spiders. Despite not seeing anything, Cherami still ran, squealing for the whole time, which was around 5 seconds. She hopped onto the real trail and put her hand on her hip to catch her breath. Fixing her hat, she put slid her wand back into her boot and continued following the original path. The sun was starting to leave the sky, and the light began escaping from the woods. Cherami quickened her pace so she could make it home before dark, and covered lots of ground before stumbling as she nearly stepped on a tiny mushroom on a rock.

“I can’t just….not take it.” She muttered as she crouched down. Looking closer, she realized that the mushroom was next to the rock, and that the rock wasn’t a rock. “Oh?” Her voice caused the creature to stir. Its little head popped up and turned to look at Cherami. It was a bat, and it was laying on the ground. “Hey, little guy, did you fall out of a tree?” The bat’s big ears twitched, shifting its wings. Cherami picked up a twig and used it to pet the bat and scratch behind its ears. She brought the stick over to its legs, lightly pressing it against the feet, which latched onto the twig. Slowly standing up, she lifted the stick, with the bat now hanging from it, to the nearest tree and gently put the bat onto a branch. Before continuing her trek home, she used the stick to pet its back again. She had only taken a few steps when the she heard sound of rustling branches behind her.

And a voice.

“Hey wait come back that felt nice.”

Cherami screamed, barely saving herself from falling onto the dirt trail. She whipped and nae-naed around and saw someone sitting on the branch where she had previously placed the bat. They had disheveled short dark brown hair, matching their torn up shirt and pants that were both full of holes. They were dirty and barefoot, like they haven’t bathed in a few weeks. They were pale and skinny, and had pointy ears. Their big, red eyes wouldn’t stay still, and could barely hold eye contact with Cherami. It was like they were trying to absorb every detail, but couldn’t focus on anything long enough.

“Can you not!?” Cherami panted as she tried to calm her heart pounding in her chest. Her gaze lingered on the person’s eyes, the redness of the irises made her feel unsettled. She snatched her wand and grabbed her basket, just in case she needed to run or fight.

“O-Oh, yeah, um….sorry?” They were swinging their legs and picking at one of the holes in their shirt. “I haven’t really seen that many people lately. It’s just been a while since I’ve, um….. talked to someone.” They looked up and shifted their weight, and started messing with the tree bark.

They sure do move a lot, Cherami though before asking: “Okay, so who are you?” The question made the person perk up a bit, like they were surprised that Cherami even cared.

“Jack! But lots of people just call me Jackie. Like my friends….which I haven’t seen them in a long time. Can’t remember when I last saw them, haha….oops.” They sighed and licked their chapped lips. That was when Cherami noticed the fangs.

“Haha…..yeah, it was nice to meet you but I need to leave, so bye-” Cherami quickly announced and pointed her wand at her boots, putting a spell on them so she could run faster. She completely ignored Jackie’s response and, clutching her wand and basket, started sprinting down the trail. The environment became a blur of color as she sped closer to her house. In the blurriness, she saw a dark blob pass her, which distracted her long enough to make her trip over a root jutting out of the ground. Cherami yelped, her wand and basket flew out of her hands. The ground rapidly got closer, when she was suddenly jerked backwards. She cried out and flailed, trying to gain her balance until she realized that someone was holding her.

“You okay? I caught your glasses.” Said a familiar voice. Cherami squinted at the face and snagged her glasses. It was Jackie. Cherami started squirming aggressively and screaming. “Wait w-what are you doing–”

“PUT ME DOWN–”

“But I’m–”

“I SAID PUT ME DOWN!!!”

“Um….okay….” Jackie dropped Cherami, who kept screaming once she realized that Jackie wasn’t standing on the ground.

“WAIT NO–” Cherami landed on the dirt trail with a big OOF. “Shit….”

“You good? I honestly don’t feel bad if you got hurt cuz it was your fault! You told me to drop you that’s what you get!” Jackie was floating right above Cherami, their red eyes staring right at her. Cherami scrambled backwards, trying to find her wand.

“S-Stay back! I can and will use magic.” She stuttered, staring at the Jackie while patting the ground behind her. Where is it where is it where is it…..

“Did I say something weird? Or...or do I smell bad?” They started mumbling, “Of course I smell bad I probably smell like a dead animal…”

Cherami finally caught sight of her wand, which had rolled a few yards away. Some stuff had spilled out of her basket, too.

“No, it’s because you’re a fucking vampire!”

Jackie was silent for a few seconds, then laughed. “Holy shit I forgot about that. I’ve only been like this for…...what’s the day today?”

“Um.......the 27th.” Cherami responded and started scooting over to her wand.

“Forty-three days!” Jackie stated after counting with their fingers for a bit. They sat up and leaned back as if they were resting on a chair, except they were hovering above the ground. “Throwback to when I was turned...it was hella painful.”

“So you’re….not going to kill me?” Cherami paused, still tense, but curious.

“What? No!” The vampire almost looked offended. “Why would I? I’ve only seen three other people in the past month and a half. One person I just heard their voice so who knows if it even was a person. The second person I, uh….I was really hungry and hadn’t really eaten in a while so I may or may not have lost control of myself and…” They waved it off, “it doesn’t matter they’re dead now. And then there’s you! Congrats, you’re person number three!”

“Oh...fun.” Cherami forced a smile. “So how come you haven’t seen anyone else? This forest isn’t that small you could’ve easily just left.”

“Well….yeah but I barely eat so I have no energy, so I’m just tired all the time. That’s why I was just chilling on the ground when you found me. I was way too lazy to fly up into a tree so I was just kinda sat there.”

“You need to eat! You just said that you lost it and killed someone because you were so hungry. By the way please don’t do that to me I’d like to stay alive thank you very much. It’s close to being nighttime, so there’s probably some mice or something you can go snack on.”

Jackie silently lands on the ground and looks down at Cherami. “Wait you don’t hate me anymore?” They whispered.

Cherami grunted as she got up. “I never said I hated you. I was just scared because I expected you to rip my neck open.” She took off her hat, which somehow stayed on despite everything that just happened, and blew off the dirt. She brushed off her cloak and flattened the fabric. “You vampires don’t exactly have a good reputation.”

“Heh, you got that right.” Jackie smiled, showing off their fangs. “Oh, yeah! You dropped your stuff.” They flew over to the basket, and started to put some of the items back in.

Cherami watched them in silence for a few seconds. “What happened to your clothes?”

“Oh, yeah…. Sometimes I dissociate and fall out of trees, or I see a raccoon and I’m like ‘haha it’s a raccoon,’ and then I pick it up and– you know what I’m glad I can’t get rabies that would suck.”

“Yeah that wouldn’t be very fun for anyone.” Cherami picked up her wand.

“Hey, that reminds me! So you know how I’ve just been stranded in this forest for, like, over a month? I don’t have anywhere to live and I have no way to bathe, and also I don’t have any clothes! Also I have no idea where I am because after being bitten I was laying on the ground writhing in pain until I passed out and woke up in the middle of nowhere with blood all over my mouth! It was great.”

“Oh God–”

“So I was wondering….can I live with you? I’m just a lonely wittle vampire who means no harm!”

“No–”

“Please?” Jackie dragged the word for a few seconds. “I won’t kill you or anything I promise.”

Cherami sighed. “Fine–”

“YES!” Jackie clapped their hands together.

“BUT! If you try anything I won’t hesitate kick you out. Also I have a familiar who’s a tiger so don’t you even think about eating her or I’ll stomp you to death with my fucking boots.”

“Deal!”

“Now hurry up and get the basket so we can go home.”

[so-langelo]

31.“You have a huge job interview. Get dressed, or I’m throwing your PS4 in the pool!”

Really proud how this turned out Hope you guys like it Ari xxx

Nico watched as his sister’s silhouette blocked his view of in the middle of his game. 

“Hazel, please. I can’t see.”, Nico struggled to look around Hazel to continue his game. 

“Nico. Don’t make me say it again. Get up and get dressed. I’ve already ironed a decent shirt for you. Frank’s gonna be here, and we’ll drive you there.”

Hazel crouched down to Nico’s position on the floor and grabbed his hands, “Now this job interview just be for a cafe, but this is the start of you getting back on your feet. It’s been a hard few months, because of the thing with Dad, but Nico we have to move on.”

Their father had recently disowned the two, just for the reason that he was couldn’t handle them anymore. It made Nico go into an angry funk that lasted for about 3 months. 

As he kicked his two children to the street, at least he had the decency to throw some of his fortune at them. He even let them keep most of thier belongings! Nico can still remember that as he stood in the doorway waving goodbye, he smiled at his children, as if he was waiting for thier thanks. 

They got help from close friends and eventually the two found a cheap apartment far from their father. However, for the last 4 months or so, Nico had trouble on keeping a job. 

As a 17 year old with a troubled past, few people gave him a job that wasn’t cleaning their bathrooms or mopping their floors. Don’t get him wrong, with all the jobs that he got, he tried his hardest and tried to provide for his sister, who was working as much as him, but somehow he always got the pink slip. 

He hated going home to Hazel and telling her that it just didn’t work out. He couldn’t look her in the eyes as he told her he got fired again. 

“Fine, fine. I’ll get dressed, but remember Hazel, while your waiting for me, please don’t make out with your boyfriend in the car. I don’t need to see that again.”

He got up to shower, and left his blushing sister, who seemed to suddenly have trouble forming a coherent sentence.

Nico kept messing with the collar of his white button up, which was really itchy. 

“So, The Sun & Moon Coffeebar, where did you find this one?”, Nico lifed an eyebrow in Hazel’s direction.

“Frank has a classmate who works there. They said they were hiring and Frank mentioned you.”, Hazel beamed at her boyfriend. 

“Thanks, Frank. I appreciate it, dude.”, Nico patted him on the shoulder. 

Frank nodded, not wanting to get distracted and look away from the road. 

After about 15 minutes, they finally arrived at the cafe. Nico got out of the car, an thanked Hazel and Frank for the ride. 

The cafe on the inside just looked like your typical coffee shop, with the air stained by the smell of coffee. It had a couple of costumers in it, and a blond boy and a ginger girl were behind the counter, talking about something. Nico approached the tall counter, and waited until they noticed him.

The blond was the first, and now that Nico was closer, his breath was kind of knocked out of him. They guy was gorgeous no doubt, but there was something about those blue eyes that was just magnetic. He was around Nico’s age, tall and broad shouldered, with a surfer’s tan. He had a splatter of freckles across his face that went down to his neck and jawline, and Nico has to stop right there before things get out of hand. 

“Hi! Welcome to the Sun and Moon Coffeebar. How can I help you?”, he turned around to the girl and whispered something that almost sounded like dibs. 

“I’m here to hire! I heard you were applying-”, Nico’s eyes went wide. “i meant, I’m here to apply, because I heard you were hiring.” 

Nice job, di Angelo. You just screwed this up for yourself. 

He was pretty sure that his face could pass as a tomato, but the other boy laughed and Nico was pretty sure the sky opened up and angels started singing. 

“I’m glad! Are you Nico? Frank’s girlfriend’s brother? He talks about her a lot. I’m Will Solace. I’ll interview you for today.”, he smiled at Nico, which was probably an attempt to calm him his nerves, but that smile just made Nico’s heart beat faster.

Nico nodded and chocked out a yes. 

Will chose an empty table in the back of the cafe. “So, tell me about yourself.”

Nico took a deep breath, and explained to him about Hazel and his’s situation. Will nodded, and didn’t interrupt. He took some notes on a paper in front of him. 

“Wait, so how many jobs have you taken in past 7 months?”, Will’s eyes wide with disbelief and something that looked like awe.

“I lost count after the the twentieth one, but I swear to you that all my managers just had it out for me. They somehow just all hated me.”, Nico said, trying to reassure Will. 

Why did he tell will the truth! He should have said 3! Damn it, Will wasn’t going to hire him after this.

“Hated you? I somehow imagine that hard to believe.”, Will smiled at Nico, and winked at him.

Oh my goodness, is he flirting with Nico. Keep your cool ,di Angelo.

“I’m just simply misunderstood.”, Nico said.

“You are quite an underdog, Nico di Angelo, but everybody loves an underdog, right?”, Will tilted his head to side, like he knew the effect he had on Nico.

 “Tell that to my previous twenty something employers.”, Nico said. 

Will laughed, and there it was again, his heart was racing and his eyes traced the way Will threw his head back and exposed his neck to the world. “You’re funny, Nico. We could use that around here.”

Will smiled at him and Nico felt like he was going to pass out, but he couldn’t let that happen again. (Job interview #14, don’t ask) “I can tell you’re very hard working, and you have a good character. I like that about you.”

Nico gulped; he was nervous. Of course, in his previous inteviews he was nervous, but something about this one made him want the job even more. That ‘something’ was probably this blond angel sitting in front of him.

Will turned to him, with a look in his eyes that Nico couldn’t name. “So, on a totally professional note, are you seeing anyone?”

That question caught Nico off his guard. He has heard every interview question, except for that one. Not that Nico minded.

“No. After whatc happened, I haven’t really had the time to date. In the past I’ve had a couple of boyfriends.” Nico saw the way Will’s eyes lit up at the word. 

“Oh… That’s… good to know.”, The tips of Will’s mouth were curved, as if he was suppressing a smile. 

Nico licked his lips to hide his own growing smile. 

“WILL! I NEED YOUR HELP HERE! I KNOW THE BOY IS PRETTY, BUT I REALLY NEED YOUR HELP!”, The ginger girl from before screamed from the counter, where at least a dozen people were in line. 

A dark blush covered Will’s face, which made his freckles stand out more. Nico knew that his face was just as red. 

“Umm… Sorry about Kayla. This went really well. We’ll call you.”, before Will went to go Kayla, he passed the paper where he was taking notes to Nico and winked at him, “Call me!” 

On the paper, in messy handwriting, was a phone number and Will’s ‘notes’, which were: 

You’re really cute

You seem really love your sister and that’s really cute

You have nice eyes

You have nice cheekbones (Are you Italian?)

You know, you just have a really nice face

You’re funny that’s hot 

Nico couldn’t contain his smile anymore.

He kept rereading Will’s notes, and as he walked out of the cafe, he caught Will’s eyes. Nico winked, and prayed to whatever power is above, that it didn’t look awkward. 

Nico felt successful when Will’s whole face went aflame in the middle of making a cappuccino.

He waved at Hazel and Frank in the car. 

As he entered the car, Haze took a long look at her brother. 

“Nico. You’re smiling awfully hard right now. So it went well?” 

“Yeah. It went really really well. I think this is the one.”

Little did Hazel know, Nico wasn’t just talking about the job at the Sun & Moon Cafe. 

I LOVED HOW THIS TURNED OUT HELLA PROUD OF MYSELF *pats on myself on the back w my freakishly long ass arms* Ari xxx

I have a treat planned for you guys that I imagined up because I was imagining Nico as a police officer :X

[littlemisskookie]

Sound the Alarms: 06

Sound the Alarms: 01 02 03 04 05 06 07 08 Ship: Jungkook | Reader ~ Jungkook | Seulgi Description: You were in love with Jeon Jungkook since you were 14, but made the mistake of introducing him to your best friend at 16. Now you’ve slept with him at 19, and it appears that fate isn’t done screwing you over when it comes to your two best friends. Warning: Hella Angst, EXTREME Toxicness (don’t read if you can’t handle the abusive side, it gets bad), Intercourse, Oral, Fingering, Overstimulation, Handjob Word Count: 5,243

"Sweetheart, guess what I got!" Seulgi said enthusiastically, kicking the door behind her as she walked into Jungkook's apartment, holding a bag behind her as her face glowed to her boyfriend's.

He glanced at her, and his fist automatically curled, pain shooting out from his hand as his nails dug into his palm. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. "What is it, princess?"

Every time he saw her now, his mind would flash to the horrifying image of her hand flying through the air, snapping against your jaw and leaving an ugly bruise. His gut twisted, and he remembered how his heart literally stopped when he saw you. When he saw the texts.

He ran so fast, faster than he had in years, to get to you. His heart raced at that point, going faster and faster until it just... stopped. It stopped once he saw your face, only for you to tell him you didn't even have your phone on you.

Jungkook didn't know what to feel. He loved Seulgi, even when she beat him. But this? Knowing she hit you? She slapped you, but the reason why remained unanswered. What could you possibly do, shoot someone with a few pew pews from a laser gun?

Jungkook felt so conflicted.

How could she? What brought it all on? What caused it where, at this point, she physically harmed you as well? Jungkook's mind was starting to form crazy ideas that started seeming reasonable and plausible, that she had been doing the same to you as she did to him, all along, and he didn't notice. What if she was abusing you too? What if that's why you stayed here?

"I got those churros you love!" Seulgi grinned, holding out the bag and walking to him. "I saw them and thought of you, what do you think? Are you glad? Don't worry, I didn't take any for myself, though they smell so delicious, I wish I did."

Jungkook took them from her, opening it and staring down at the food he'd usually inhale within a second. He lost his appetite. He let out a deep breath, putting the bag to the side and laying his hands flat against his legs instead of letting the familiar pain jolt across his palms.

"Did you hit Y/N?" he asked.

Seulgi's glowing expression faltered. "What?"

"Did you hit Y/N?" Jungkook repeated slower, glaring up at her. His eyes pierced into hers, and her gaze was uneasy and unsure.

"Of course not," Seulgi says. "She's my friend, why would I hurt her?"

"I don't know, maybe because I slept with her?" Jungkook snapped.

Seulgi's eyes narrowed, and she did not look happy. "What on Earth makes you think that I hit her? I haven't seen her for so long, Jungkook. What brings this up suddenly?"

"I saw her," Jungkook blurted. "And I saw she had a bruise on her jaw. She said you did it."

"Y/N is a liar," Seulgi scoffed. "She's just trying to turn you against me, Jungkook. She could never love you like I could, so she's trying to act like a victim when I haven't done anything to her."

"Seulgi," Jungkook sighed. "At this point, I don't know what to believe."

"Simple!" Seulgi snapped at him. "Believe me! She's always trying to turn you against me, haven't you seen? The way she'd look at us when we're together? I didn't want to tell you because she was your best friend as well, but she's been trying to break us up since the beginning."

"Now why would she do that?" Jungkook quirked a brow.

The girl gnawed on her lower lip. "She's jealous. You know that. She's been jealous of me since we were little kids and anything I had she'd want."

"So you're saying that she wants me?" Jungkook questioned, narrowing his eyes. "Because after you gave me the okay to confront her about those texts, she said she didn't even have her phone on her."

"Doesn't mean that those texts weren't true," Seugli countered. "To some degree. She doesn't love you. Not like I do. She just wants to get back on me, make it more miserable than it already is. She's fucked up my life before Jungkook and never told you, and it's ruined me forever. You want to know why I ever have to discipline you the way I do? It's because of her."

"What could she possibly do?" Jungkook sighed. "She wouldn't hurt a fly, Seulgi. She's not like you."

Seulgi fumed, her hands curling at her sides, though she didn't dare strike him. That would just further prove his point. "You wouldn't believe me."

"Why haven't you told me, huh?" Jungkook asks. "Why would you keep it a secret if it's so terrible? About someone so close to me?"

"Because I knew you wouldn't believe me, and that she'd lie if you asked her," Seulgi said. "But I confronted her about it last time I saw her if you must know. Jungkook, I never told you because I loved- love, you. And I knew if I ruined your image of your best friend your entire vision of her would be skewed. You'd never see her the same again, and I didn't want that to happen to you. I knew how much you cared, and I knew how much she meant, I couldn't bear to break your heart. It's the same reason I never told you to stop hanging out with her because I genuinely trusted you. At least, before you gave me a reason not to."

"Then why don't you tell me now?" Jungkook countered. "Why are you being so vague and cryptic instead of just telling me?"

"Because I'm ashamed of how it affected my life," Seulgi murmured quietly. "Jungkook, it embarrasses me how it does. How am I supposed to trust you with the fact of what happened after you've proven time and time again you aren't to be trusted?"

"Just spit it out already!" Jungkook requested. "What does this have to do with you hitting her? That's what I asked in the first place!"

"Watch your tone," Seulgi warned. "You don't want to know anyways."

"I'm pretty sure I do."

"She killed my father, Jungkook!" Seulgi spat. "She murdered him."

"You're lying," Jungkook immediately retorted. "There's no way. She would've told me. She can't murder someone, she's harmless! Innocent!"

"I knew you wouldn't believe me," Seulgi shook her head, sighing. "Jungkook, I'm telling you the truth. It was before she even met you, and she asked my father for a ride. Next thing you know, they're in the car, and his skull had been banged against the steering wheel. Y/N was unscathed, and unaffected, and didn't need any help after. You'd think someone at that age would've been traumatized by it, but she lived the rest of her life out normally, and I was the one who ended up getting hurt."

Jungkook was silent for a few seconds, not knowing what to say. "Seulgi, I... how am I supposed to know if what you're saying is true? I'm... I'm not sure anymore. I'm not sure about anything."

"What?" Seulgi snapped. "Jungkook, I'm your girlfriend. If you really think I'm making everything up, you can ask Y/N herself if my father died with her. I'm telling the truth! Ever since I've been fatherless, and my family has been broken. I had to go to some doctor because my mother was convinced I was as fucked up as she was at that point, and I was constantly having to swallow whatever pills she forced me to take. I had to go so many years calling out my father's name only to remember he wasn't there anymore. I had to go through the rest of my life unable to even see him, and I had to constantly be with the girl who was there when he died, who was a constant reminder of who I lost. And you know what? The only person who could make me forget for even five seconds about my own pain and misery? You."

Jungkook closed his eyes. "Seulgi..."

"You still think I'm lying?" Seulgi asked. "Ask her. Go ahead and ask if he died with her in the car that night. If that detail's right, who's to say the rest aren't? She's no better than I am, Jungkook. She manipulates and acts so perfect pretending that everyone else's pain is her own, even when it doesn't affect her life. But if it really even hurt her that much, how could you and I, her best friends, not see it? We would've seen her cry, we would've seen her complain, we would've seen her hurting because we're the two people who are closest to her! The fact we haven't proves that she's a liar."

"I don't think she's a liar," Jungkook said, desperate to convince himself that Seulgi's words weren't true. But they made sense. Seulgi always found a way to make sense.

"Aren't lies just keeping the truth from someone?" Seulgi pointed out. "And isn't that what a secret is as well?"

Jungkook couldn't deny that.

"I'll... I'll talk to her. I have to see both sides of the story, Seulgi, I can't just assume. You two are important to me, and what you're saying makes sense..." Jungkook admitted.

Seulgi shook her head. "You know Jungkook, you're really selfish sometimes. You want both of us in your life, but it doesn't work that way. You know that eventually, you're going to have to pick: me, or her?"

"I can't make that decision," Jungkook answered immediately. "I'm sorry, I can't, I love you both and you're too important... I don't want to lose either of you..."

"And why's that?" she quirked a brow.

"You... you and I have been together so long, we're dependent on each other," Jungkook admits. "But Y/N makes me happy and content as well. I can't just leave either of you. I gave you one-half of my heart, but in a way, I gave her the other."

"So you want to keep both of us around because of whatever we've been providing you?" Seulgi asks. "A place to belong, happiness, content, love, security?"

"I mean... when you put it that way..."

She scoffed. "You are selfish. You know in the end you'll have to pick one. I just hope you have some sense and chose me. You said it yourself; we're dependent on each other. It would be a disaster if we were to leave each other, we'd both be messes. When you thought I left you, you simply stuffed your dick into your best friend! At least you know for Y/N she can handle herself, she has been for her entire life. She could never be dependent on you, Jungkook, and you need someone to make you feel as though you're needed."

Jungkook looked to the floor, listening to Seulgi's words trying to make sense. And like always, it seeped into his head and to his brain, embedding itself in there and branding the words.

Did he really need someone to make him feel needed?

"I'll go talk to her," Jungkook decides, taking his phone, earning an uninterested shrug from Seulgi.

"Did she give you permission again?" you asked in lieu of a greeting as you opened the door, seeing Jungkook.

"More or less," Jungkook remarks, stepping inside as you welcomed him. "Your bruise is getting better."

Your hand reached up to touch your cheek, the bruise doing slightly better. "Yeah, it hurts less. Thanks for mentioning it."

"No problem," Jungkook says. "Are you going to tell me what led up to it, though?"

You gnawed on your lower lip, your glance to him demure and slightly guilty. "I don't know if you're ready to hear that though, Jungkook. It might be best if you wait."

"Is it because you killed Seulgi's dad?"

Your eyes are wide, and your head snaps up to look at him. "What? How do you know about that?"

"So it's true," Jungkook murmurs, his own eyes wide and face paling. "You're a murderer?"

"What? No, it's not like that," you stammered out.

"Are you responsible for his death?"

You were silent.

Jungkook turns to leave, but you latch onto his arm, stopping him. "Wait, wait! It wasn't like that, I swear. God, what's up with you blurting this stuff out so suddenly? It's been a minute and you're asking if I'm responsible for taking someone's life!"

"Y/N, you need to answer every question of mine or I'm leaving," Jungkook promised. "I'm not standing for any more of these secrets."

"What's up with you today?" you whispered out.

He held his hands up. "I'm not hurting myself, therefore I blurt out the first thing that comes to mind."

"Fine, I'll tell you," you sigh. "But I didn't murder anyone. I don't know what Seulgi told you exactly, but she has always thought of it like that. It's far from it though, I promise."

"Then what happened?"

You took a deep breath. "I was only twelve at the time. Seulgi and I would hang out constantly, and on one particular day, I asked her father to drive me to her place. He obliged, and I was simply sitting in the backseat, waiting for us to get there when the car swerved off the road. It happened so quickly, and next thing I know we crashed into a tree, smoke billowing from the hood and a sickening thud that sounded throughout the car. I looked at her father, his forehead planted against the steering wheel. I remember shaking him, asking him to wake up because we needed to get out, but he was already dead. I didn't kill him, though if I didn't call him that night, he could still be alive today."

Jungkook nodded slowly, analyzing your story to Seulgi's interpretation. "How did this lead up to Seulgi hitting you? She mentioned this had something to do with it, but I fail to see what."

You bit the inside of your cheek. "A few days ago, I was at her place. I was looking for some Tylenol through her medicine cabinet when I found her pills and found out she hadn't been taking them for nearly three years."

"She mentioned her mother forcing her to take pills," Jungkook says. "But why?"

"I shouldn't be the one telling you this," you confess, biting your lip.

"Y/N, I need to understand," Jungkook pleaded. "You two have kept so many secrets from me, where does it end? I feel like I have some right to know... it'll help me figure out some stuff at least."

You took a deep breath. "Jungkook... Seulgi's... she's sick. Like, mentally sick."

He quirks a brow. "Sick how? What's wrong with her?"

"She has BPD," you admit, feeling instantly guilty for sharing a detail you ought not to. "Borderline Personality Disorder."

"BPD?" Jungkook repeats.

"It starts usually in adolescence or as a young adult and can be stemmed from loss. The individual has trouble expressing themselves as individuals, have a poor self-image, and have difficulties controlling their anger. There are many more details, but those are the main ones linked to Seulgi summarized," you explain.

"So... that's why she-"

"Has random outbursts and takes it out on you?" You nod in confirmation. "That's a big part of it, though it comes from a lot of different things I suppose."

He nods. "Everything's just so confusing right now, y'know? I don't know who to believe, and both of you make sense, and I just don't want to lose either of you. Seulgi and I are dependent on each other, but you're my best friend, I want both of you with me... and now that I know this? I don't know who's telling the truth."

Your mouth went small as you looked to him. "It's okay, Jungkook, take your time. I'm not going to make you choose, not like this. I mean... I know it'll eventually end with either one or none of us with you, and I've come to terms with it in a way. But I'm willing to stick by you until you tell me I can't."

He smiles, putting his hand on your shoulder in small thanks for comforting him. "Thanks, that means a lot to me..."

"It's only the truth." You smile back softly.

"Y/N, do you think I'm selfish?"

"Jungkook, I think you're the least selfish out of the two of us."

He nodded at that, looking at you in both appreciation and admiration. "No, Y/N, you're so selfless it makes my mind spin. You seem to have most of your shit together, I haven't seen you cry, or scream. You always seem so composed you know. I wish I was like that."

"Jungkook, I'm far from that," you confess. "I just don't like burdening others with my problems."

"Am I a burden?"

"What? No! You're a blessing in my life, Jungkook. I just wish you weren't burdened," you answer honestly, leaning in a bit closer. "Trust me, we'll get this situation with Seulgi fixed, and you'll be alright in the end. That's all that matters right now."

"Well, what about you?" Jungkook asks.

"You're my top priority," you smile. "You always were."

At that moment, Jungkook couldn't hold back. He didn't squeeze his hands to dig his nails into his palm, restraining from saying or doing anything stupid to lie. Instead, he leaned in, closing the gap between the two of you.

Your eyes are wide, but his lips are persistent, and you find yourself melting into his touch, molding your mouth with his as they moved fervently against each other. You felt the tip of his tongue graze along your bottom lip, asking for access, and your lips parted willingly, obliging to his silent request. His tongue danced with yours, colliding and having you sink deeper into the kiss, eyes squeezed shut as his hands pulled you closer by your hips, and your hands were on either side of his face. Your mind was spinning, as was his, and consequences escaped your mind.

But Seulgi.

You break away, panting, seeing his eyes lower to meet yours to question your actions.

"Seulgi," you say. "God, Jungkook, she'll find out. She's going to hurt you, we can't."

"Hey," he says, taking your hands in his and staring you in the eye. "She can hurt me all she wants, but I'll be okay as long as I'm by your side."

Your eyes glow, cheeks blooming red as you reconnect your lips to his, clearing your mind with ease as you pull him in deeper. The fact he even said that made your heart stop, and you were absolutely mad for the boy. Jungkook's hands let go of yours, going back to your hips, and slowly they start riding up to your waist, the hem of your shirt bunched around his hands.

"We don't have to," Jungkook murmurs, breaking the kiss to start kissing your cheeks or your forehead, kissing your face with small pecks of affection. "I don't want to rush you."

You waste no time, reaching up and crossing your arms, latching your fingers around the hem of your shirt to tug it over your head, as though you were unwrapping a present. Your arms reach around his neck once again, having him dive into your kiss.

It was as though both of you had a fiery battle for dominance, and Jungkook won easily, his hands running over your sides, his touch sending goosebumps over your skin, and your stomach felt as though it was twisting. Jungkook was stepping back, and soon enough your back hit a wall, though you didn't care. Your hands wove into his locks, curling your fingers into the threads of his hair as your mine went to pure ecstasy.

Jungkook's hands made your back arch, and he unlatched your bra, letting it slide off your body to fall to the floor. Jungkook sucked at your neck, and you moaned out, his hands kneading and massaging your breasts, pushing them up in his hands as he continued to kiss up against the side of your neck.

Your hands tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he pulled away, hastily yanking it off before pressing his bare torso against yours, pushing you further up the wall as his swollen lips attacked your own. You moaned into his mouth, and his lips traveled from your mouth to your neck, then down your breasts, placing a tender kiss to your nipple before continuing the trail down to your stomach. The eye contact never broke as he descended down your body, and his fingers hooked around your shorts.

Slowly, he dragged them down your legs until you finally kicked them off. Your own thumbs hooked around the waistband of your panties, and you shimmied out of them, letting them pool at your feet as you kicked them to the side. Jungkook was on his knees at this point, and you tried desperately to grip at the wall, maintaining balance somewhat as Jungkook hitched one of your legs over his shoulder.

Your fingers intertwined in his hair, stabilizing yourself as you saw his face disappear between your legs, one hand firm on your thigh to keep you in place. You shuddered as you felt his tongue run along your folds, letting out small mewls of pleasure as he gave a few tentative licks.

His tongue ran over your clit, and the bundle of nerves sent waves of pleasure washing over you, and you let out breathy gasps at the sensation. Jungkook found your weak spot, and you felt how he grinned against your heat, beginning to suck at your clit in a rather tantalizing manner. You moaned out at the sensation, bucking up into his mouth and angling yourself in a way that his face was directly in your crotch, his lips buried in your folds and his tongue giving you multiple tingles of pleasure as he kept on licking at your clit.

You felt your high approaching, pressure in your lower stomach as the coil started stretching, threatening to snap. Your hips were bucking a bit wilder now, and Jungkook had to keep a hand on your hip to keep you still, licking faster to get you to reach your high.

Your orgasm washed over you, and you moaned out at the sensation, wincing slightly as Jungkook continued. The overstimulation started to hurt, and you let out small whines as Jungkook kept on lapping up your juices and at your folds. Your breathy whines and moans seemed to satisfy him because he finally pulled away, coming up for air.

He stood before you, and you toyed with his waistband, urging him to tug them down. Kicking off his shoes instantly, he tugged both his boxers and pants off, his erection springing to life, angry and red, dripping with pearls of precum. You licked your lips at the sight, but Jungkook urgently smashed his lips back to yours, his hand traveling down your side to reach back to your heat, plunging two fingers in. His palm dug into your clit, rubbing gently at it and overstimulation was once again elicited. His fingers made scissor motions, stretching you out as he started pumping his fingers back into you, his fingers brushing against the warm, slick walls of your core.

Your own hand reached to his erection, pumping him. Your thumb swiped over the slit of the head each time it reached the top, only to dive back to the base, vigorously pumping him as you spread his precum over the red skin, feeling how rigid he was in your palm.

Jungkook groaned at the sensation, adding a third finger into you, and you let out a small whine. You felt how they stretched you out, trying to curl into you, and the long slender digits brushing against the hot walls, and you moaned out at how good he made you feel. Your whines and moans were greedily swallowed by Jungkook, who devoured each sound you made.

You could hear the lewd sounds of his fingers in your pussy, his palm slapping up at your heat with each pump. You broke away the kiss, your hooded eyes giving him a lustful gaze as you kept on pumping him.

"Jungkook," you whined, biting your lip as his fingers continued. "Jungkook, I need you inside me. Now."

"What is it you want, baby?" Jungkook murmured against your neck. "I want to hear you say it."

"Your cock," you breathed out. "I need your cock, fuck. Stop being a tease, please."

Jungkook grinned against your neck, and his fingers left your heat, both hands traveling to your thighs. Your hands both went to wrap around his neck, jumping up to hook your legs around his waist. Jungkook slammed you back to the wall and positioned his dick at your entrance, and both of you shuddered simultaneously at the feeling of him filling you up to the brim, pushing inch by inch into you.

Soon he was thrusting into you, and your back rubbed against the wall, bouncing on his cock. Your moans rang throughout the apartment, his hips snapping up into yours as he bucked up into you multiple times, your skin slapping against each other multiple times. His pelvis was directly rubbing against your clit, providing the sensation you needed at the bundle of nerves since the overstimulation had died down.

You were moaning out, letting him muffle his grunts into your neck as he kept bucking his hips into yours. You were an utter mess underneath his touch, feeling him slide in and out of you, rubbing against your walls and hitting the spot that sent your mind to a place of ecstasy.

Both of you were sweaty bodies pressed against one another, flushed, with rosy cheeks and eyes blown out so much it seemed as though your pupils had swallowed any color that was in your eyes. You let out a stream of cuss words as Jungkook repeatedly pounded into you.

You felt the knot beginning to form again in your lower stomach, coiling and threatening to snap, and you let out warnings and cries of how you were close, causing Jungkook to speed up and slam his length back into you, his pelvis rigorously rubbing against your own until your head was tossed back, back arching off the wall as you let out a cry of pleasure.

Jungkook didn't continue to fuck you against the wall, instead choosing to walk over to the couch, falling onto it and fucking you into the cushions, trying to reach his own high. You felt his hot seed spill into you, warm and liquid, and Jungkook pressed his sweaty forehead against your own, panting as the both of you tried to catch your breath, coming down from your high.

You weren't worried about being pregnant since you took birth control from your previous one night stands, though you hadn't had one since you slept with Jungkook for the first time. Jungkook slid out of you, and you looked at how his cock was coated with both of your juices, covered in cum as it slipped out of you. Some of the fluids pooled out of you, the white liquid dribbling out.

"Fuck," Jungkook mumbles. "God, what're you doing to me?"

You giggled in response, pressing your lips against his. Both of you were surprised, though, when you heard a quiet buzz ring throughout. Jungkook looked to the clothes the two of you discarded near the wall and hesitantly got up to get it. Your heart sunk slightly as he answered it.

"Hi, princess," he greets, making you wince. The two of you just fucked, and now he was on the phone with his girlfriend, pretending as though nothing happened? "Yeah... yeah, I talked to her. She told me everything. Yeah... yeah, I know... I'll be there soon... Yeah, I'll get on my way... Okay, bye."

Your heart had sunk, and Jungkook turned to you. "I've got to get going..."

"I can't do this anymore," you blurt. "I can't just be some sort of side-chick for you while you run back to your abusive girlfriend every time, Jungkook."

The boy winced at your words. "Y/N, you're not some side-chick to me, you're my best friend-"

"Enough with the best friend bullshit!" you snapped at him, your eyes watering. "God, Jungkook, I'm in love with you! I'm in love with you and you didn't even know, and I'm here watching you run after her and get hurt, using me every time and I-I can't... I can't do this... not with you running back every time."

Jungkook was stunned, and he looked at you in pure shock. "You're... You're in love with me?"

"I have been for the past five years," you say, your throat swelling and your voice cracking at the words. "You never noticed."

"But those texts, you said you didn't send them," Jungkook says.

"I didn't. Seulgi stole my phone and sent it to you. You just didn't believe it," you mumble. "She knows, Jungkook. She's known for... for quite a while now."

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," Jungkook says, reaching out for you. "If I knew, I wouldn't have toyed with your feelings-"

You recoil, flinching before he could even touch you. "Please. Please don't do this, Jungkook. I-It's hard, seeing you with her. It was hard before because I loved you so much, but I introduced the two of you together, and you were both my best friends. And I-I was selfish being in love with my best friend's boyfriend, but I can't just be a side piece! I thought I could ignore my feelings, help you feel better, put up with it, but I can't. I can't live like this Jungkook, I'm sorry."

"Y/N, what're you saying?" Jungkook breathed. "Are you... leaving me?"

"No," you say. "No, never, I love you too much. But... but I can't keep doing this. I can't keep letting my emotions get messed with if they'll never be returned. I'm sorry, especially since I'm doing this to you in your time of need. You know I'm always here for you, I'll always be your friend, even if I wish to be more, but I can't do this thing where you cheat on her with me. It's not right. And it hurts way more than I'd like to admit, knowing you'll run to her each time."

"Y/N, you're important, but this is all confusing for me," Jungkook confessed. "I-I don't know how to react or what to feel. I never meant to hurt you, that was my last intent."

Hot, fat tears were rolling down your cheeks at this point, and you angrily wiped them away. You used to pride yourself in the fact that you never let Jungkook see you cry, despite how often you did it, but now it was all spilling out. It was as though the dam broke, and now you were turning into a  sobbing mess.

"I'm sorry," you murmur. "It's all my fault, everything. I'm so, so sorry."

"It's not your fault, it's mine," Jungkook says. He reaches out for you, but you curl into a ball, recoiling from his touch. He winces at your way of blocking him out.

"I... I think you should leave," you whisper quietly. "She's waiting for you."

Jungkook says nothing, absolutely frozen at your reminder. Slowly he puts back on his clothes, giving you solemn looks, though you were still curled up in a ball, your head buried in your arms, and refusing to meet his eyes.

Jungkook knew it was no use talking you out of this since you were dead set on this. You needed time to think, time to clear your mind. Jungkook needed time to process the new information.

He makes his way to your front door, looking back to see if your eyes would follow.

"Y/N, if you think there's any way I'll let you leave my life, you're wrong," he promises. "I love you too much to let that happen, even if I'm not sure how."

And the door finally shuts, leaving you alone, once again.

[smuttyfairy]

Limitless (1)

Prologue Part 1

Description: You’re the leader of a group of fighters - OT9 EXO - and you’ve trained them. Five years later, you’ve never lost a fight with them by your side. But once it comes down to it, who’s first and who’s last?

Warnings: violence, vulgar language, S M U T (this is also like hella dramatic and you won’t understand any of it if you don’t read the prologue)

Word Count: 4,318

Pairing: Kim Jongin x Reader (featuring Yixing)

Author: Admin Xiufairy ㅅㅇㅅ

You watched Jongin’s fight nervously. You were always nervous when Jongin was the one in the ring. The guy he was fighting was nearly twice his size and while you knew there wasn’t anything to worry about, you just wanted him to be okay.

“He’ll be okay.” Junmyeon said from his seat next to you. “He’s always okay.” You nodded at his reassurance, but it was still doing little to change your mind. You were worried for Jongin and there was nothing that was going to change that.

You watched as Jongin winked once at you before the bell went off. The bigger man went at Jongin as soon as he could, but Jongin swiftly dodged it and threw a punch that landed right on the guy’s nose. The loud crack was deafening, even over the cheers. You cringed but cheered for Jongin.

Before you knew it, Jongin was doubled over in pain, clutching his stomach. You gripped tightly on to Junmyeon’s sleeve and he just chuckled at you.

“He’ll be fine. He’s gone through worse.” He reminded you. You nodded and let go of his sleeve, apologizing quietly. Jongin had kicked the guy hard in the face, sending him backwards. The man tried to punch Jongin, who intercepted it and twisted the man’s arm until there was a loud pop.

The fight didn’t last long after that. Jongin won with barely any scratches, just the large bruise forming on his stomach. After the fight was over, all of you headed back to the old house. You took Jongin in to the bathroom to look at his bruise.

“If you were trying to get me naked, all you had to do was ask.” He smirked at you and you smacked his arm. “You said if I win the fight that I could have you -”

“I said I’d consider it, Jongin.” You grinned. “All of us are going to the bar considering we have to money to spend.”

“But I’m horny now.” He pouted at you.

“Yeah, you’re always horny, Jongin, I’ll take care of it in a few.” You finished wrapping the bandage around his bruise. You patted it gently, seeing him flinch a little in pain. You giggled and he gave you a fake glare.

“Can’t we just...real quick? Please?”

“Kim Jongin, you’re ridiculous.” You snorted. “Go get ready for the bar.”

“A guy has needs, and right now mine is you. Don’t leave me here without help.” He pulled you close to him and began to move his hips against yours.

“When we get home, you can have me all you want. For now, we’re all going to celebrate another win. Just like any other time.” You told him seriously. “Now if you don’t go get ready, you’ll never have sex again.”

“You can’t resist me.” Jongin smirked.

“Watch me.” You rolled your eyes at him and you practically dragged him out of the bathroom before you gave in to him. The fighters gathered around you and you gave them a small pep talk, loading all of them into what Baekhyun called the clown car.

However, by the end of the night it was clear to everyone that you’d had way too much. You found yourself too close to someone else that wasn’t Jongin. The music was loud and pounded in your ears and all you could think about was taking Jongin upstairs to your room - you were so drunk that you wouldn’t have been able to tell where you were had you not known prior.

In your drunken haze, you couldn’t tell which of your boys it was, or why you were grinding on him like you wanted him. You could’ve sworn you were with Jongin. When you got home and took whichever one he was upstairs with you, you began to realize the differences. Jongin kissed you with more passion, he made you feel like your body was on fire.

This man just made you wet.

Your clothes were flying off faster than you could recall, but you didn’t mind. Now he’d made you horny. All you could think about was Jongin and how his rough hands worked so softly against your skin. Jongin was, to this day, the best fuck you’d ever had. Of course you were thinking about him.

Once both of you were completely bare, you pushed his back against the mattress and straddled his lap. You rubbed his tip against your entrance and when the moan left his mouth, your world came crashing down around you. Your vision cleared and you knew who this man was - and he wasn’t Jongin.

At this point, you were so turned on and you were so fed up that it wasn’t Jongin underneath you that you didn’t even begin to care that it was Yixing. You debated the situation to yourself for merely three seconds before you decided that you didn’t care. Jongin never showed any emotions for you other than lust and it was time to get over him.

By sinking down onto Yixing’s cock, you were getting rid of whatever was left of Jongin. You let out a small, breathy moan as he stretched you out, unaccustomed to how deep his cock was inside of you.

His hands gripped your hips and began to move you up and down, unbelievable pleasure flooding through your veins as you helped him. He hit a spot inside of you so easily that you couldn’t help but moan.

“Alright,” Yixing gave a breathy laugh. “I’m gonna pretend that didn’t hurt my ego.” For a moment, you had no idea what he was talking about until you realized that you’d moaned Jongin’s name.

“Forget that happened.” You replied, taking control by moving your hips faster. Yixing’s face contorted with pleasure and you knew it was because your walls were clenching down on him. Your orgasm hit you before you could even register what happened and you felt him spill inside of you soon after.

You slid him out of you soon after that, expecting him to leave easily like Jongin did. He sat there, watching you as you cleaned yourself up. You paused to look at him.

“What are you doing?” You asked him.

“Oh...I-um…”

“You’re supposed to leave.” You told him bluntly.

“I suppose that’s what Jongin does, yeah?” He narrowed his eyes at you. You slid one of your robes - navy blue silk - over your body before you heard shouts down the hall.

“That’s none of your business.” You tied the robe shut.

“- is she with? Where the fuck is she?” The voice could only belong to one person - Jongin. Your eyes widened and you heard clatter around the hallway.

“Don’t fucking go in there, Jongin, she told us not to let you in there! You don’t want to go in there anyways and find her with some other guy -”

“Fuck off, Baekhyun.” Jongin’s voice was deep as he yelled at Baekhyun. “Nobody fucking comes up here with her except for me!” His voice was getting closer to the door and Yixing stood up, sliding his pants on quickly, seemingly preparing for what he just got himself into.

“She’s not yours, Jongin!” Baekhyun shouted at him and you heard the clatter stop. Everything was quiet until you heard the thump against the wall right outside your door.

“You ever fucking say something like that again, Byun, and I’ll fucking kill you myself. Understand?” After his warning, you heard Baekhyun hit the wall again. The door swung up and Yixing put himself in front of you.

The look of hurt on his face as he looked from you to Yixing almost had tears forming in your eyes. You couldn’t bear to look at him, you turned away but you knew what you’d be seeing if you did look. You would see Jongin’s hurt changing into loathing for Yixing.

“Jongin, leave.” You said, attempting to keep your voice from being shaky.

“I’m not going to do that.” He’d never spoken to you so coldly before. You turned to face him, the hurt look on his face almost unbearable to look at.

“Yixing,” he turned to look at you before you continued. “I think you should go now.” This time he nodded obediently and you were surprised that Jongin let him walk passed him without a fight. You refrained from looking into Jongin’s eyes even though you had technically done nothing wrong. You didn’t belong to Jongin and you never would.

“Why didn’t you just come to me?” He asked you after a moment, his voice void of emotion.

“Why does it have to be you?” You shot back, frowning as you looked at him.

“I thought that’s what this was. You came to me, I came to you, we fucked, and we forget about it like it never fucking happened.” The sharpness in his voice almost made you flinch. You hadn’t remembered feeling this vulnerable around a guy in almost a decade. However, you never had the fear that Jongin would hurt you - you still trusted him.

“Then you’re wrong, Kim Jongin!” You rolled your eyes and ran your fingers through your hair. “If you really believed that then you’re more fucking dense than I thought.”

“How am I ever supposed to trust you now? How can I, knowing that he’s seen things only I was supposed to?” Jongin’s voice never wavered, but this time it did. It definitely caught your attention.

“Have you forgotten that I’m not yours, Jongin?” You scoffed. “I don’t belong to anyone. You’re not the first person I’ve had sex with and you definitely won’t be the last if you keep being a douchebag to everyone.”

“I get it, I get it!” His fist slammed against the wall and that time you did flinch, thankfully he didn’t notice. “You belong to nobody, you don’t have feelings for anybody, you’re looking for someone to fuck in order to get through your days, I get it.” You didn’t know why, but each of his words felt like a bullet to your heart.

“If you honestly believe that, I don’t know who’s ass your head as has been up this whole damn time. All you had to do was say something. I can’t just...read your mind, Jongin. If you wanted something more with me you should’ve said so.” You sat on the edge of your bed - the same one he’d joined you in so many times. “Get out. Go to bed.”

“But -”

“I’m not saying that as your fuck buddy, Jongin, but as your authority. Get out.” You saw the conflict play out on his face before he bowed to respect you and left. You took a deep breath and fell against your sheets.

You stared at your ceiling, the fan on it spinning around too many times for you to count. There was a knock on your door and you sniffled, unaware that you’d been crying until you wiped your tears away from your face.

You shook it off quickly, not willing to show weakness in front of whoever you were about to face. You opened the door and you weren’t expecting to see Yixing. You sighed and walked away from the door.

“Look, I...none of us knew about you and Jongin. I never would’ve done that if I had known and after you just...said his name, I knew. It clicked to me that that was why he was always looking at you, that’s why he was constantly trying to protect you even though you didn’t need to be protected - I see that now.” He sighed, running his fingers through his hair. “I’m not gonna lie and say I didn’t enjoy it or that I regret it but I will say that I’m sorry that I did this to yours and Jongin’s relationship.”

“Hold on, Yixing.” You said quietly. “You...you didn’t do anything to whatever is going on with Jongin and I. You can’t even call what that is a relationship. It was my decision to have sex with you and it was my decision to hide what I felt for Jongin from all of you. You’ve nothing to apologize for.” You gave him a small smile and you saw him nod.

“I just...didn’t expect for him to act like that.” He told you. “He wasn’t mean to you, was he?”

“Like Jongin could be mean to me.” You laughed softly, shaking your head. “I guess he just got a little hurt in the crossfire.”

“I don’t think a little hurt covers it. And I can tell whatever he said hurt you. I’ve never seen you cry before.” He shrugged. “You should talk to him.”

“I should.” You sighed. “Can you tell him to come up here please?” Yixing nodded quickly before he followed the hallway until he reached the stairs.

It was maybe ten minutes before you heard more yelling downstairs. It seemed as if all of the boys were involved this time. You didn’t bother changing before you ran down to see what was going on. Six of the boys were holding back Jongin, who looked beyond angry. Yixing was angry too, but he wasn’t going to leap towards the younger man and throw punches.

Jongin saw you and nearly calmed down immediately. You crossed your arms over your chest as you glared at the group of boys.

“What the hell is going on?” You asked sharply.

“I did what you said and he started freaking out.” Yixing scoffed.

“Jongin, what the fuck is wrong with you today?” You yelled at him. You walked up to him and the boys holding him back scattered. His eyes trailed over your body and you scoffed. If the group of fighters didn’t know about you and Jongin, they surely did now.

“How many times are you going to fuck him?” He growled at you, earning a glare from both you and Yixing.

“Just because he was upstairs didn’t mean I did anything with him. Some men are civilized and can be alone in a room with a woman without wanting to bend her over.” Your words must’ve hit him in the right place. “He came upstairs to apologize for something that wasn’t even wrong to begin with.”

“It wasn’t wrong? Are you serious right now?”

“All of you get the fuck out.” You yelled at them. “Don’t come out of your rooms tonight. Jongin, come with me.” You made sure to make the tone of your voice strong and authoritative. The other eight boys nodded and scurried off to their rooms and you heard Jongin following behind you.

You entered your room and Jongin closed the door behind you. You turned around to look at him, making sure he saw how angry you were.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” You growled at him. “Acting like a ten year old in front of the fighters I’ve raised from the damn ground to be where there are now. Do you think they’ll still respect me after they find out I’ve been fucking you?”

“I -”

“I’m not fucking done.” You yelled. “I’m tired of this bullshit already. Get your head out of your ass because you’re supposed to be someone those other boys can look up to as a fighter. If you wanted whatever this is to be exclusive or something, you should’ve said so. I’m not a fucking mind reader and I’m not gonna deal with the shit you’re giving me. Get over it.”

“How could I ask that of you?” His voice had lost all it’s edge, he just sounded sad. “How could I ask you to be exclusive with me? You know what I do - hell, I do this for you.”

“What are you even saying?”

“Do you know how many people out there want to hurt me, (Y/N)?” He asked you. “I’m a fighter, I hurt people for a living and they want to get back at me. They can’t physically hurt me but they can hurt the ones I love and I figured…I figured that if I detached myself from you I could have what I want but still keep you safe.”

“How many times do I have to tell you that I don’t need your protection?” You ran your fingers through your hair, unable to think of what else to say. “Do you know what your method of keeping me safe is doing to me, Jongin?”

“What do you mean?”

“God damn it, Jongin.” You turned away from him again, feeling the tears spring into your eyes. That was the last thing you needed. “You can go now.”

“No.” He said. “I don’t give a fuck about authority anymore, (Y/N), I want to know and you’re going to tell me.”

“Fuck, I love you, you dense imbecile!” You whipped around to face him, and you watched his face change from anger to shock. You couldn’t hold back if you wanted to. “I was so drunk that I didn’t even know it was Yixing I was with because I figured you would be the only one who’s dumb enough to make a move on me.”

“You...you thought that I made a move on you when you were drunk?” He frowned at you.

“That’s not the point, Jongin.” You groaned. “The point is that if I don’t get away from you soon this hole will only get deeper and I’m going to get hurt in the end. I don’t have time for that and I don’t want that.”

“You think I’m going to hurt you?” He asked you, walking closer to you. You took a step back, not letting the glare leave your face.

“Aren’t you hurting me now?” You attempted to blink away the tears threatening to spill. “Jongin, I asked you to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave. I want you.” He said, his eyes softening. “I want to hold you all the time and protect you. Why won’t you let me do that?”

“Please, Jongin.” You closed your eyes and wiped away the tear before it fell down your cheek. “I need you to go.”

“No you don’t.” He shook his head, walking closer to you. “You need me to stay. Just like I need to stay. If I leave now, I’ll lose you forever. I don’t want to lose you.” None of the boys had ever seen you cry - you hated being weak but once you broke down and Jongin’s arms were around you, you almost felt better.

You dug your nails into his arms and buried your head into his chest. He held you close to him, your sobs muffled by his shirt. His chin rested on top of your head and his fingers ran through your hair.

“You’ll be okay.” His voice was thick. “I’m sorry I did this to you.” He squeezed your body gently. You must’ve cried for a while, but it didn’t matter, Jongin stayed with you. You looked up at him, seeing his own eyes welled with tears.

You saw the vulnerability in his eyes and it almost took you off guard. Jongin was never weak. You didn’t know what else to do, so you kissed him. You’d never been kissed so sweetly in your life - Jongin’s hands rubbed soothingly against you as he kissed you.

One of his hands reached up to cup your cheek, wiping away the remaining liquid there and deepening the kiss. His tongue drifted across your bottom lip. You quickly allowed him access, feeling his tongue fight with yours.

The second a small gasp left your lips his body shifted to kiss you more comfortably. You trailed your hands up to his hair, tangling your fingers in his locks before you lifted yourself over his lap. His eyes fluttered closed when you moved against his growing erection.

“Don’t.” He whispered, making you pause.

“What?”

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” He could barely get the sentence out as you slid against him again.

“Jongin…” You paused, looking into his impossibly soft eyes. “Do you love me?”

“Yes. I love you.” He said without hesitation.

“I love you too.” The words left your lips and before you could count to three, he had you on the mattress on your back. He hovered over you, the way your robe slid up the skin of your thighs revealed everything to him.

One of his hands trailed in between your legs and when he pressed on your clit, you winced.

“Was he too rough with you?” Jongin whispered, lightly rubbing your clit as he buried his head into your neck. You let out a short whine, squirming below him. Jongin sucked on your collarbone. “That’s why I’m the only one who can touch you. I’m the only one who knows your secrets, just how you like it.”

He pulled his fingers away from you and you bucked your hips against his. He pulled his shirt over his head and you watched him closely, exploring his muscles with your eyes. He bit his lip as his fingers went to the tie of your robe.

“Can I make love to you?” He whispered, making you look right into his eyes. You didn’t know how to respond; nobody had ever asked you that before. You nodded, feeling him undo your robe. He slid it from your body and explored your skin with his hands. You nearly moaned when his fingers traced over your nipples.

“Jongin -”

“Sh, I’ve got you.” He mumbled against you, his fingers softly stroking every inch of you. “You’re so beautiful.” Your stomach was flipping and you could barely breathe for some reason. You just wanted him closer to you.

“I - please touch me.” You whimpered. Jongin just looked into your eyes, sitting up on his knees to swiftly push his pants from his hips. The cold air swarmed you and for some reason, every sense you had was heightened.

“Be patient, (Y/N).” He told you kissing up your body. Everywhere his lips touched felt like fire and you knew that you’d never felt like this before. Nobody had ever gotten this reaction out of you.

“You know I don’t like to wait.” You chuckled, lifting your hands to touch his skin. He quickly pushed his boxers out of his way but paused to look at you. Finally, you saw something besides lust in his eyes. Your heart was racing, you didn’t quite understand why. You’d been in this position with Jongin hundreds of times over the past five years.

“Do you want my mouth?” He whispered against the skin of your neck, sucking harshly to leave a mark.

“Another time.” You sighed. “Please just hurry.” He nodded slowly and you felt his tip pressing against your entrance. You tangled your fingers in his hair and as soon as his lips touched yours, he began to slide inside of you. You couldn’t seem to breathe right, but having Jongin inside you felt right.

Your breathing came out as small whines until he was fully sheathed in you. He gave you time to adjust, nipping at the skin of your collarbones. Jongin rarely settled for slow sex, but this time didn’t feel like he was settling for anything. He wanted to feel you as much as he could.

“Kiss me.” You touched his cheek and he gladly complied, kissing your lips softly. He moaned against your lips as he pulled out and pushed back in, the friction against your walls making your body shiver.

He began to move, his lips not leaving yours as he moved his hips in a slow, uniform pattern. Usually the two of you would fuck until you couldn’t see anymore, but you could tell that this wasn’t the case for tonight. Even with the slow movements, Jongin still had you seeing stars.

“You feel so good.” He breathed, his hips bucking up and hitting your g-spot. You cried out and your body curled, holding him tightly. The sweat had formed on your bodies, the sweet scent of sex flooding through your room. Jongin bit his lip in concentration, pulling one of your legs over his waist.

You felt an indescribable warmth begin to form inside you and you knew you’d cum soon. You didn’t want to cum without him, but the way his hips worked against yours and how his bronze skin looked with sweat nearly dripping from it, you couldn’t help it.

“Jongin, I -”

“I know.” He whispered. “I can feel you.” His words made you moan and the fire spread from the tips of your toes to your whole body, your body squirming as he hit your spot once more. You bucked your hips up and felt the pleasurable heat take you over.

You attempted to hold on to his shoulders, but the sweat coating them made your nails scratch down his back. You felt him shudder and that was enough to have him spilling deep inside you. He stayed still for a moment, burying his head into your shoulder and kissing your skin.

“Was that alright?” He asked, attempting to regain his breath. Instead of an answer, you kissed him and sighed as he pulled his softening member out of you.

He lowered himself between your thighs and you looked at him with uncertainty.

“Don’t worry,” he hummed. “I’m just gonna clean you up.” You frowned before you realized what he meant. As his tongue swept up your slit, you almost flinched at the oversensitivity. Nonetheless, your fingers tangled in his hair. He must’ve finished what he was doing because he crawled next to you.

He turned you to face him, although you could see the tiredness in his eyes.

“I love you. I always have and I always will.” He told you honestly. Your fingers touched his cheek before you slid them through his hair.

“I love you too.”