#and i was like “nothing tysm just give my mom the money for me to get braces teehee<3” and now ILL HAVE TO BACKTRACK ON THAT AND GO “erm..

[kunikisss]

MY FUCKING PHONEIS SLOWLY DYING ITS GETTING HARDER TO CHARGE THISMMOTHERFUCKER EVERY DAY. AT FIRST I THOUGHT MAYBE THE PROBLEM WAS THE CHARGER BUT NO. IT'S BEING A LITTLE SHIT NO MATTER WHAT CHARGER I USE. THIS IS STRESSING ME THE FUCK OUT. IM POOR AS FUCK I CAN'T AFFORD A NEW ONE. FUCK

[wheresmymilliondollarman]

reader x xander Hawthorne please 🥺

xander hawthorne x fem!reader

hcs about meeting & dating xander hawthorne

a/n: HI IM BACK! & tysm for the request!! xander is so underrated 👎 thats my bae fr🫶 currently working on other stuff but wanted to do this request bc i immediately had ideas for this!! i still don't completely get how school worked in the books, so if there's any wrong info please bare w me. if this wasn't what you had in mind feel free to send a specific request! again, this is kinda fic like but still calling it hcs.

word count: 7.3k

warnings: long backstory again, mentions of death, sexual themes. (pls lmk if you see anything else that should be labeled as a warning)

you’ve always lived on the middle side class of things. you were, thankfully, never poor, but also never rich enough where you could afford the more luxurious things in life.

your mother owned a small bakery 3 blocks away from your home, while your father worked for an electrician company. both jobs were stable enough to provide for necessities and both your parents enjoyed their occupations.

your parents always told you to never worry about money, but it still made you reluctant to ask them for things you wanted in fear they couldn't afford it. which is why you always tried to fix your problems yourself.

if you ever needed money, you would work for your mother at her bakery in exchange. while it was still your mom giving you the money, it made you feel better that you earned the cash. 

you later found yourself working at the bakery even without needing money. you liked working with your mom, and it was fun to learn how to make different types of sweets. 

at school, you were always a studious person. you worked hard to get a's and never anything below. you wanted to make your parents proud and feel as if their hard work toward the family wasn't for nothing. 

you knew it would be practically impossible for your family to afford your college career without going into debt. so you always looked at scholarships and what they looked for in students, so you tried to make yourself appear well-rounded. 

you joined student council, mathletes (although math wasn't your forte),library club, chess club,art club, film club, yearbook, culinary club, asl club, and a few others over the years. to say your schedule after school was always booked was a major understatement.

although your favorite was always the art club. you never even knew you had an artistic side until you joined. you explored it more with your membership and soon became quite good. 

during your freshman year you took your first art class. you were excited to learn under a professional for the first time. 

after a few lessons, your first major assignment was realism project; draw somebody in your everyday life. 

you were both excited and a bit nervous. you had drawn people before, but never someone you knew, and you wanted to make a great first impression on your teacher. 

you ended up choosing your mother as your muse; your father could never stay still enough to be drawn. it took a lot of long nights when your mother wasn't working to finish your drawing. you could've just taken a photo of her and drawn that, but you pushed for the extra mile of drawing her from real life.

you were satisfied when you finished, and your parents were in awe by your work - telling you over and over how talented you were and your teacher would surely be impressed. still, you were anxious about turning it in the next day in class. 

your assignment was a big hit with your teacher, you got a perfect A+. she commented on your beautiful handiwork, noting that your drew from real life. she also advised how you should consider switching to an advanced class since it was obvious you were already beyond a beginner course. 

you wanted to decline at first, being intimidated by the thought of being in a class with others who were just as good or better than you - but your gut instinct told you it was the right choice to make. 

it proved to be right because by the spring you were already one of the best in your art class. you expanded into all types of art: abstract, realism, expressionism, digital, etc. your favorite and most notable works tended to be the realistic ones of people, place, and objects. art had become a part of your life in the best way. 

you entered a numerous amount of competitions and always come back on top; it got to the paint your shelfs had all been filled to the brim. you parents of course were elated with your success and were never prouder. 

you soon were able to make some money with your art skills as well. you got commissioned for mainly portraits of family and friends, mostly to give as gifts or to have in their household. it made you feel proud someone out there had a piece of your art and that people loved your work enough to want you to paint their family. 

the biggest commission you've ever taken was a 40x30 portrait of an older man. the request was anonymous, so you weren't sure who the man was or if the request was for himself or another person. 

the project took a few weeks due to your work load and having to paint such fine details on a huge canvas. you were happy with the outcome and were astonished to find out the anonymous buyer had given you 10k for your work. it was way over your normal pay grade.

your success didn't end there. in the summer before your sophomore year, you received a fancy envelope in the mail. it was addressed to you and sent from heights country day school. 

at first, you were confused as to why they would send you anything. everyone in texas knew of heights country day, it was one of the best private schools in the state. almost all parents want their kids to be a student there, but the tuition was awfully expensive, so if you weren't rich you were most likely not getting in. 

you didn't wait to tell your parents before your ripped open the envelop in anticipation. you unfolded the letter inside and skimmed over the introductions.

you were shocked to find out you were being awarded a full paid scholarship to attend heights country day school for the rest of highschool. 

your first thought was to assume it was a prank, or a scammer trying to get your info. but you examined the letter further; the seal of the school and the dean signature did look quite authentic. then you noticed the number listed on the bottom of the page. 

you figured you should just call and check for confirmation. you told yourself the worst case scenario would be they laugh at your face and tell you the letter isn't real. 

you definitely did not want to inform your parents until you made the call, that way if it wasn't real, their hopes wouldn't be crushed and they would never even know about it. 

it took an hour of pacing in your room to finally work up the courage to make the call. you kept tour expectations low to avoid disappointment. 

the secretary of the school was quick to pick up after two rings, and you briefly explained the letter you received. you held your breath for a second until she told you to "please hold for a moment." 

when she returned she informed you you were being transferred to the dean's phone. your nerves were through the roof at this point. you wanted to believe it was a good sign the dean wanted to talk to you, but maybe he wanted to tell you himself the letter was unfortunately a phony and they do not give scholarships to art students.

the dean finally picked up the call and you both exchanged greetings. from there he explained how the letter was, in fact, very real.

the school had seen a work of yours and dug deeper into your portfolio and academic career. they were very impressed with your achievement, especially given your age. the board was all unanimous in agreeing to offer you the scholarship because of your artistic talents and would love for you to become a part of their school. 

the rest of the call was a blur to you. when the call ended you stood stunned in your room for a minute. you had to pinch yourself to remind yourself this was real and happening. 

once you snapped out of it, you were jumping up and down in joy. you truly were elated to possibly be a student at one of the top private schools in texas or even the country. 

you wasted no more time informing your parents when they arrived home. they also thought you were just pulling their leg, but after you told them you had confirmation - you swear their jaws hit the floor. 

your parents were just as excited for you. your mother took the liberty of baking all your favorites in celebration, even lemon scones, which were your favorite.

before you knew it, summer was over, and it was time to get back into school. you spent the rest of your break prepping to attend heights - gathering books, supplies, and a uniform (which was mostly paid by the school). 

this was your first time wearing a uniform, and you were a bit delighted to wear it. it was a burgundy blazer with a navy crest embossed, with the school motto in latin, a white dress shirt, and a pleated plaid skirt. 

it screamed, "i go to a really expensive private school."

it was nerve-wracking that you were now going to school with some of the richest and elite children in america. you'd hope it wouldn't be obvious where your social class stood, or if it was, they wouldn't think of you any less for it.

you did your best to stray from stereotypical assumptions, but then again you've never interacted with people of a such higher social class - you really had no idea what to expect. 

nonetheless, you wanted to give everyone the benefit of the doubt, so you held your head up high when the first day came around. 

the school in no way looked like a regular public school, it shared way more similar qualities with college campuses. it was beautifully constructed, and you had a feeling the inside was even more stunning.

your parents dropped you off in front of the twin archways of the school, wishing you a good first day, and they were only a call away if you needed anything. you responded with your goodbyes and now stood on the pavement of heights day.

a part of you was glad your parents left so soon; you loved them to death, but their older modeled car stood out amongst the other deluxe cars parked and driving into school grounds. the last thing you wanted on your first day was to stick out like a sore thumb.

you took a deep breath before you took your strides through the front door.

you were happy to see no one gave you obvious looks and stares when you walked through, like those of a movie. everyone seemed preoccupied with their own things. you were silently thankful for that.

you made your way to the office on your own; luckily it was very near the front entrance with a big sign that said 'office of registrar'. making it very easy for you to find it without having to awkwardly ask another peer.

you walked to a desk of who you assumed was a secretary and gave her your name and stated your business. she instantly recognized your name and made a swift move to hand you your schedule.

the secretary informed you about the school's modular scheduling, which means they operate on a six-day cycle, and classes meet anywhere from three to five times a cycle. you were free to fit in lunch where you saw fit. you honestly didn't quite grasp it, but you figured you'd just learn along the way.

she also let you know another student had been assigned to show you around school. that's how you ended up meeting rebecca laughlin.

rebecca was a shy and a bit nervous girl, but seemed sweet nonetheless. you briefly got to know her as she showed you the different rooms; the archive room, the reflector (basically the cafeteria you realized), gym, the art center etc.

she was in the same grade as you, and had a twin sister named emily also in the school. from the small mention of her sister you sensed it was likely a sore subject. you took over from there talking a bit about yourself and your interests.

rebecca mentioned she was also new this year, having moved to texas just recently with her family but frequently visiting before that. she was able to go on a private tour with her sister over the summer, which is why she knew the place quite well already.

you two chatted a bit more until the tour ended. the last stop was the art center, and you were more than thrilled to go inside and check it out. rebecca was about to enter along with you before she saw her twin sister and people who you assume were her friends , a boy and a girl.

you turned around to glance at them and saw they were waving her over. you could tell rebecca was hesitant to just leave you for them, but you reassured her she provided an excellent tour. she reluctantly went off toward her friends, not before giving you her number and letting you know if you had any questions you could reach her.

you took a peak back at where rebecca and her friends were walking away. they all look straight out of a teen vogue catalog. emily was identical to rebecca, same red hair, eyes, and face. you could tell emily was more confident than rebecca however. there was another girl, dark eyes and even darker brown wavy hair - she was so beautiful it felt unreal. and lastly with them was a boy, he was quite tall, dark-skinned with light honey brown eyes, and a head full of curly hair. he was handsome and easily fit in with the rest of the model-looking girls.

you must've looked a second too long because he turned his head in your direction and you both made eye contact.

you quickly snapped your head away,not waiting for his reaction, and made your way to the arts center. you cursed yourself for being caught looking a bit, and now you were slightly embarrassed.

when you reached the arts center, you were amazed. it was a big building with different rooms, it was decorated as if was a museum, marble floors and pillars, archways, etc. and everything about it was engaging.

you took the time to explore the whole place; you found several different art rooms you assumed were open to students, different supply closest, classrooms for teaching, and even a few soundproof rooms. at some point you ran into a few teachers and got to know them and what they taught. you had a few of them in your schedule, so it was great to know where their classes were.

before you knew it, it was time for your first class and then eventually to your last of the day. for lunch you had opted to eat what you brought from home in the archive because you didn't feel like going through the anxiety of finding somewhere alone to sit in the refectory.

it ended up being ironic because you made a friend in there who was also eating lunch. you were sitting alone at small table when a blonde haired girl with her lunch approached you.

her name was mia, and you both instantly clicked. mia had noticed you eating at the table alone and thought she'd introduce herself since she hadn't since you on campus before. she was also a sophomore, seventeen, and she was part of height country day dance team.

she has almost always eaten in the archive since her freshman year; she enjoyed the quiet and privacy since few students ever ate or hung out there too long - you both had that in common.

after that great first meeting, the two of you became best friends. you would occasionally have a class or two with her depending on the schedule, but you both always made time to see each other throughout the day and eat lunch in the archive room.

she later on introduced you to a few of her other friends, that were now your friends as well. they were all pretty wealthy, but it didn't change the fact they were all genuine and friendly people. the fear of making friends at your new school was gone by the end of your first week.

that's set up the rest of your fantastic first year at heights country day school.

you fit in immediately with the art center and other art peers. you all carried the same passions, and it was very fun to learn from others. of course, you all intimidated to be around people so advanced and mostly rich, but it only pushed you to work even harder.

your teachers were all so great. they were also tough critiques, being professionals and all, but you took any critique you got with stride- making you a better artist.

your non-art-related classes were more difficult and work-loaded than you were use to, but you were quick to catch up with the rest of the class.

a few kids at school were stuck up and pretentious, but mostly the students weren't too far off from normal teenagers. and like high school there were cliques and popular people. you never bothered yourself with any of that, yet you always heard three reoccurring last names - hawthorne, laughlin, and calligaris.

you knew laughlin meant rebecca and emily, and it didn't take you long to figure out the other last names must belong to the other two people she was with during your first day. it made sense to you they were well-known, just their looks alone made you feel like they're superior to you.

you could've asked mia or literally paid attention to gossip around you if you wanted to know the first names of the boy & girl with the laughlins, but it honestly slipped your mind. frankly, you were too occupied with navigating your new school life to really care too much about it.

the most shocking event to happen that year was the dead of emily laughlin.

you weren't close friends with rebecca - you two did have a few chats and texts here and there; she once or twice joined mia and you in the archive. but you still felt horrible her sister died and felt the need to reach out.

you gave her your condolences when you saw her back at school, and let her know you were there for anything. she thanked you, but you could tell she needed space to grieve.

you still felt the need to do something, so you came up with the idea to make her a portrait and gifted it to her wrapped. you didn't see her reaction to it (she opened it when she got home), but she let you know she deeply appreciated it.

after that the rest of your year was quick to come and go. and before you knew it, it was summer again.

your summer stayed uneventful, but fun. you worked almost full-time with your mom in her bakery and spent time with your friends.

one afternoon, you were working the counter and you saw a familiar face walk in - a certain handsome, honey-eyed, curly-haired guy.

you greeted him as you normally did customers and asked for his order. he replied, asking for blueberry scones.

you nodded and went to get the scones from your display. that's when he spoke up again, commenting on how he'd seen you from school.

you were taken aback he’d remembered you but you nodded agreeing and replied you were new sophomore year.

"what happens to be your name, baker girl?"

"y/n. and what happens to be yours, new customer?"

he gave a dramatic offended look, hand over his heart - "you mean your telling me you don't know the name of the most dashing man at heights country day school?"

you shrugged, "i suppose not."

"when then i ought to fix that, the name is xander, milady," bowing down to give a kiss on the dorsal side of your hand.

oh he was charming alright. 

to hide your blushing face you busied yourself with packing his scones into a paper bag and rang him up to the register. 

"very serious question...how do you feel about blueberry scones?"

"they're good, but i think the lemon ones are better." 

you've never seen someone look so taken aback as xander did in that moment. he looked as if he'd just got the news his favorite boy band broke up. 

"are you alright-"

"what do you mean you prefer the lemon ones!"

xander then went into a tagent on blueberry scones stomp the lemon ones any day, and only psychos favored the lemons. you countered his claims, defending your favorite treat. you both were going back and forth until a bell rang throughout the bakery, signaling a customer has entered. 

"i suppose that's my sign to take my leave, but trust this debate is not over."

you rolled your eyes playfully, but you fought back a smile at the implication you two would speak again. 

he handed his black card to pay, and you tried not to look astonished at his casual display of the card. as you were swiping his card, he pulled a scone out of his brown bag and laid it on the counter in front of you. 

"here, it's my treat. this is the start of my fool-proof plan to convince you blueberry scones are far more superior." 

you tried to decline or offer him a refund for that scone, but ever the gentleman, he wouldn't allow it. he was out the door before you could protest anymore. leaving with a, "until we meet again," and a wink. 

you hated yourself for liking his annoying handsome beautiful smirk. 

as he requested, you did eat the scone. you admit blueberry is delicious, but nothing compared to the citrus of your lemon ones. plus, you found a new motivation to keep favoring them. 

that was the first of xander's many visits to the bakery that summer. always the same order, and always leaving one for you to eat. he really was on a mission to change your mind. 

sometimes out of spite you'd slip in a lemon scone into his bag to rile him up when he opened it. it always resulted in xander coming back the next day throwing a dramatic hissy fit. you kinda found it cute. 

you two continued your light banter about scones, but ventured into different topics such as school, hobbies, and exploding robots (his favorite topic). even as you worked behind the counter aiding customers, he was there talking your ear off. not that you minded at all, it was nice to have someone other than your mom to talk to. 

you found out xander was very smart; he builds replicas of star wars droids and was a three-time world champion at building machines. you'd never known someone with such intellect. whenever you brought it up, however, he'd brush it off saying it's a family thing and his brothers are much wiser. 

you briefly got a synopsis of his family, and it was quite intriguing. he had four half-brother; nash, grayson, and jameson - all sharing the same mother, but none of the boys' fathers seemed to be in the picture. all of them were basically raised by their grandfather, tobias hawthorne, who was obsessed with riddles and games. he sounded like an interesting man to say the least. 

you opened up to him a bit about your family and getting a scholarship into the school. which now looked not as impressive talking to a genius yet, xander was amazed at this, asking to see some of your work. 

you were suddenly self-conscious about your art. you thought a rich guy like himself probably had seen hundreds of artworks better than yours and done by people younger than your age. 

so, you lied and said you didn't have any pictures, and that you'll show him another time. you're gonna stall that as much as possible.

you guys later exchanged numbers, now being able to communicate outside your bakery hours during the week.

xander favorite thing was to spam you with pictures of himself eating blueberry scones, and you swore you were gonna block him everytime.

summer went by in a flash, and the school went back into session; you were entering your junior year. 

xander and you continued to hang out all the time, even more than you did with your own friends. he was always the one to find you around school, no matter the schedule you had that day.

he loved to sneak up on you and jump scare you, making your heart leap out your chest everytime. you would hit his arm in retaliation everytime and swore you were gonna unfriend him if he didn’t stop. you never actually did though.

xander made sure to pull you out your comfort zone. he sometimes dragged you (sometimes physically) to the refectory to go and eat with him. occasionally, his friends would join as well. rebecca was easy to talk to since you already knew her, and thea was…. complicated, but she had her good parts once she warmed up to you. 

you then demanded xander eat lunch with you and mia to compensate for eating at the refectory every now and then.

he obliged, but you told him it was better if he didn’t after he got kicked out the archive for talking loudly. he swore the archive keeper had it out for him.

he continued the ritual of giving you a blueberry muffin made by the chefs of his home. sometimes you'd bring your own lemon scone and give it to him, negotiating that you'll eat your scone if he eats his.

he'd always agree, but eat it begrudgingly. you swore he was warming up to the scone.

you two took your hangouts to after school. if you worked, it'd be at the bakery and if not, you'd go to the park and just walk.

you invited him over to your house one day after school, xander excitedly accepted. you were a bit nervous he'd think poorly of your home since you were sure he lived in a glorious mansion.

you introduced him to both of your parents, and they greeted him kindly, but your mom embarrassingly asked if he was your boyfriend.

you were quick to make a joke to cover your pink cheeks, "mom, we'd never work out we have complete different tastes in scones."

xander cut in, "well, you know what they say, opposites do attract."

was he flirting with you, or were you reading into it? and why did you like it.

xander ended up really enjoying your house; he even once said he found it more peaceful than his own. so, you guys now frequently hung out at your house after school to talk, banter, study, and or even help each other with projects.

even though you tried to avoid it, xander ending up seeing your art.

it was unintentional; you were seated at a table in an art space working on a sketch, of whatever came to mind, with your earphones in. you didn't hear xander walk in and call your name.

you noticed his presence when he swiped your drawing book. you quickly took out your earphones and tried to reach for it back, but he'd already seen your drawing. and to make matters worse it was a sketch of him.

you were mortified, but he just looked at it in admiration.

he asked if you made it, and you shyly said you had.

"can't believe you were trying to hide your talent from me. now, as an apology ur going to let me keep this."

you immediately said no, and went to take it out of his hand. but xander was quicker and took the page from the journal and held it above his head, out of reach.

after a lot of jumping to reach it, which was required because he's very tall, you gave up and let him have it. xander was pleased with that, and has carried it everywhere in his wallet since then.

he now always pestered you about your art, wanting to see it or wanting you to make a piece for him. you had to admit, you found it flattering.

to make it fair, you wanted to see him in action working on something. he was delighted to show you his robots, and some of his process making them.

you were amazed at his talent, but he could be careless at times.

for instance, you two were in the lab room and you were watching him working on a new formula to fuel his robots. he turned on bunsen burner and before you knew it, it exploded.

he ended up with a missing eyebrow, and you were laughing hysterically. you still have pictures of him without it much to xander's dismay.

you knew you'd grown a crush on the charismatic guy, but you were too scared to admit it.

you weren't sure if he felt the same way, and a part of you felt silly for even thinking he would.

you confided in mia about it, and she was convinced xander was head over heels for you. but you still weren't quite sure, and you didn't want to damage a really good friendship.

in middle of october, xander's grandfather, tobias hawthorne passed away.

he wasn't at school that day, but you assumed he was out sick or doing something important. it wasn't until you heard the news from peers talking about it did you put it together.

you immediately sent him a text sending your condolences and asked if he needed anything.

you didn't hear from him for the rest of the week, which worried you - but you knew, like rebecca, people tend to want their space when loved ones pass.

it was a friday night, you were studying for an upcoming test in your world history class on monday, when you hear a sound from your window.

you ignored it at first thinking it was a wondering animal or just trees against each other. but then you heard it repeatedly, and you realized it was sounding more like a tap against the glass.

you carefully slid your curtains from the window and took a peak outside. you then came face to face with the boy you hadn't seen all week.

it took you a moment to register it was him, you yelped at the first sight of someone outside. but then he started motioning for you to open the window and then you noticed it was xander hawthorne.

you unlatched the lock on your window and slide it open enough he could fit through. but it didn't stop him from tripping on your window still and falling onto the ground with a 'thud'.

"shh! my parents might've heard that!"

"wow, instead of helping a poor fallen man up, you scold him. what ever happened to warm hospitality?"

you ignored him and held your hand out to help him up. once he was stood up, you waited for him to explain why he was here.

he went on to say he didn't have a specific reason, he just needed to get out of his mansion home. "the first place i thought of to go was here, with you."

you swore your heart leaped when he said that. you were praying to whoever was listening that your face wasn't a tomato. how do you even respond to such a heartfelt statement?

luckily, you didn't need to respond to that because he was quick to follow up his words.

"actually, you seem to be the first person i think about every day. no matter what i'm doing, I'll start to think of what'd you be saying if you were there. anytime i see the sunset, my thought shifts to what it look like if you painted it. hell, i've even found myself eating, yes eating, lemons scones because they bring me reminiscence of you."

xander crept closer as his words flowed out. and you were frozen to your spot. heart pounding louder as he took another step closer to you - leaving less than a foot of space between the two of you.

unsure of how to react you said the first thing that came to mind.

"well, uh, maybe you should think about inflation that usually keeps my mind busy." idiot. why do you open your big mouth.

xander gives you a grin, obviously amused at your nervous rambling like the little jerk he is. he was so close to you, you were embarrassed at the possibility he could he your heart pounding.

he moves his right hand to the side of your face, brushing his thumb over your cheek - eyes never leaving yours. you didn't have the strength to look away or even move, as if he was a vampire who compelled you to stay still.

"i've never known someone to get red so easily as you."

you then realized how much of your face was burning, and then after that statement it heated up even further. stupid nervous system.

"i didn't think your face could get a deeper scarlet than it was a moment ago," he laughs, "it's quite adorable honestly."

oh, god. this guy had your heart fluttering at after calling you adorable.

"i wonder how red you'll get when i kiss you."

you did not have a moment to process what xander utter because at the next second his collided his lips upon yours.

nothing prepared you for how exhilarating kissing him felt. your knees gave out a little, and xander was quick to keep you steady. you weren't even ashamed, stuck in a trance by the kiss. it was as if a scene from a jane austen novel had come to life.

boy, was he a good kisser. it was unfair really, how perfect he could he at anything he wants.

when the two of you pulled away, he was the first to speak up.

"you're about as red as crayon right now."

that was enough to bring you back to reality and shove him.

immediately after that night, the two of you began dating.

at first you thought it was unsaid that the both of you were now dating, but you should've known better than to believe xander hawthorne would take the subtle way.

the following monday you were in the refectory waiting on xander, who'd ask you to meet him there. however, you hadn't seen him yet, so you just sat down at an open table.

suddenly, you hear some sort of a mechanical noises coming from behind you. you turned you heard toward it and nothing could have prepared you to see a life sized R2-D2 robot gliding straight towards you - holding flowers in its utility arm.

what the hell was in your breakfast that morning?

when it made it way in front of you, you were completely stunned. you could feel the gazes of people in the room also witnessing this. the robot look scarily realistic to the ones in the star wars movies, xander really was a genius.

the robot extended another arm to reveal a small envelope. you took it in your own hand, along with the flowers.

WILL YOU BE MY GIRLFRIEND?

a. yes

b. a

c. kiss me

you rolled your eyes at his antics, maybe genius was an overstatement. then you noticed some scribble at the bottom.

p.s. NUTR NUAORD

at first sight of the words - you thought you were having a stroke, but then you figured out you had to unscrambled it to reveal the words 'TURN AROUND'.

of course, xander was always one for puzzles.

you follow the directions of the note and saw the man himself standing before you with a basket full of both lemon and blueberry scones.

"a tough choice, i know. personally, option c is the most appealing."

you wanted to smack the smugness of out him, but instead you opted to answer with letter c.

dating xander was chaotic to say the least, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

you two were never allowed to go on ordinary dates, xander always made sure they were memorable.

for your first date he took you to an escape room, but reserved the whole thing just for the two of you. xander was obviously a pro at the game, but you were quick to figure things out as well. the two of you got the quickest escape time.

at the end of it, he gifted you gold chained necklace with an 'x' and a golden key. you wore it all the time after.

another time you were taken to a amusement park, also reserved for the two of you. you clung on to xander on the scariest rides, much to his enjoyment. it wasn't until the end you saw how there had been pictures taken of you both while on the rides - your expression being fear on almost all of them while your arm was tight grabbing xander's. of course his face was just his charming giant grin of excitement.

he made sure to keep them all and put it as had lock screen despite how much you told him not to.

xander was now way more lenient about the lemon scone thing, and you can proudly say he even enjoys them now. nonetheless, the tradition at lunch is still on-going.

the most nerve wracking part of your relationship was meeting his family.

you learned just how rich xander and his family are. you knew he came from a lot of money, but you were never informed he was related to a billionaire. you couldn't comprehend how having that much money was possible, but xander, of course, acted nonchalant about the whole thing. rich people.

his brothers were all pleasant to meet. nash was the nicest, similar to his brother, he was a charmer with a country accent. grayson was more closed off, and didn't say a lot, but greeted you nicely. jameson, was a wild card, he was a bit drunk, but everyone collectively chose to remain obvious to it. he was also very flirty with you, but you knew it was mainly to annoy xander.

apparently it worked because the following day jameson was found with green hair.

you were introduced to his aunt and mother. his aunt was also pleasant, keeping greeting formal. his mother was.... interesting... the interaction was small, but based on some remarks and backhanded compliments; she looked down on your lower status. xander was quick to defend you and apologize after.

you later were asked to open the front door with a jumble of keys that all looked the same. you assumed this was suppose to be a test of some sort, but you weren't a mastermind at puzzles games like the other hawthornes.

instead, you found a big rock near the front entrance and smashed it against the door locks until they broke.

the brothers looked all bewildered at your action. xander was the first to burst out laughing, come around you to wrap and arm on your shoulder and kiss your forehead.

"that's my girl. who needs logic when you have big rocks."

xander was your biggest supporter in everything. he loved every piece of art you made, and never let you scrap or throw any of it anyway. anything you ever drew or painted him, he would keep it framed and hung in a section of his room dedicated to your work.

he shows up to every art show you have, bragging to people around how his amazing girlfriend painted the work. you always blush in embarrassment, but it never failed to make you happy.

you showed the same support for his activities as well. you cheered him on at my robotic competitions and you were his assistant in helping with small tasks during his building and experiments.

xander made robots were mainly made for doing simple things in overly complicated ways. he also occasionally gifted you robots for small annoying tasks you would offhandedly mention to him.

for instance, xander was walking you to your next class, carrying your backpack as he always insisted it was his job to do. you joked about how you wished he was always around to carry your stuff so your arms wouldn't be so tired.

a few weeks later he gave you a small robot designed to carrying items such as a backup and books. he even gave it wheels so it could follow you around the school like a puppy.

with xanders extroverted personality, it shouldn't surprised you he is not opposed to any PDA. which thea always gags to in the background if she's there to witness it.

he always has his arm around you, preferably your waist, or interlocks your hands together. he loves to gives you random kisses on the forehead or cheek. xander's favorite thing is to surprise you with a kiss on the lips in public, just so he can see you blush.

your first time with xander was very romantic and he made sure it would be. there were candles all over his bedroom and rose petals scattered on the ground. 

although xander was known for being a bit cocky, he was just as nervous as you that night, wanting to make everything special just for you. 

once he made sure you were comfortable - it was like a switch flipped - his cocky persona was back ten fold. 

let’s just say the next day you couldn’t feel your legs, nor could you hide the multiple purple marks left on you. 

of course, ever the gentlemen he was - he made you breakfast in bed the next morning. 

you were even more shocked to find out that was his first time. why is he miraculously good at everything?  

you hung out a lot more at the hawthorne mansion, xander showed you different passages around it. the house was so huge it felt like you've only ever seen 50% of it.

you grew closer to the other hawthorne brothers, taking part in family game night. you after a game of their version of chutes and ladders, you were quick to turn down some offers to play a game.

you also became good friends with avery grambs, you had first met her at the will reading, xander inviting you for moral support. you related to how out of place her and her sister felt around highly rich people.

the events of the will were shocking, but you were happy to find out she'd be sticking around. her moving into the mansion made it easier to hang out with her. you helped her adjust to heights country day and became close.

you and xander both helped avery with what you could in solving the clues his grandather left behind for avery and the hawthornes. although, you kept quiet about the fact xander knew a lot more than he was telling.

however, xander was reluctant to let you join them on anymore research after almost getting shot at when you went along with avery and jameson.

you’d never seen him so mad at his brother, cursing him up and down for putting you in that situation.

xander was insistent for you to stay behind from then on, but you relented and kept tagging along with the others on their little scavenger hunts. xander realized he couldn’t stop you, so he forbid you from going on any clue hunts without him by your side.

it was cute how protective he was, but a little annoying too.

one day you were walking around the mansion with xander looking for jameson, who had wondered off to who knew where. you came across an unfamiliar office. you had asked xander who it belonged to and he informed you it was his grandfathers, now technically avery's.

the two of you entered the office space, you figured xander was curious if anything had changed since his grandfather's passing or if he had maybe left another clue behind.

you were looking around until you eyes came across something behind his desk - a large portrait of who you assumed was tobias hawthorne. upon further inspection, you came to realize another thing.

you painted this portrait.

"holy shit."

even beyond the grave tobias hawthorne keeps on spurring surprises.

[tatakaebomb]

Hiiii! Both of you are amazing writers — I even went to your wattpad to read more 😫.

For this specific request, I would like Ash to write it:)

Could you write a Sukuna historical au? Except Sukuna is just a normal human. He’s well known in the village bc he’s loaded with money or powerful and he wants to marry you even though you’re against it bc Sukuna’s a misogynistic asshole.

Sukuna thought you just needed time to think about the proposal, then u would accept but that changes when he saw you on a date with someone else. You secretly went on this date — even ur parents don’t know. Your parents (more specifically your mom) wants you to get married to Sukuna but fortunately your dad is protective of you. That is, until Sukuna goes to your parents’ house while you were out and tells them about this secret lover you’ve been seeing. He manipulates them into thinking you’re a sex worker and that you need to get married otherwise no one will want you (or something along that line).

Moving on, your dad gives in and when u come home that day, your bags are already packed and ready to go with Sukuna. It happens sooo fast, when you arrived home, Sukuna ends up having possessive sex with some mixed yandere themes. Just rough sex with degrading!!

Hope this is not too long, kinda got carried away, lmao.

You could add whatever you like, twist it up a bit, make is angsty, tbh I don’t really care, as long as I get more Sukuna content cuz that man has me on a leash.

Thank you so much and both of you remember to drink lots of water!!

Thankyou for the ask, I’ve never written historical AU before so this was something new. Sorry for the wait but tysm for this detailed suggestion, it was very creative.

- ash

tw : yandere themes, oral, non con, dub con, misogyny, mentions of rape, orgasm denial, cream pie, facial, deception, sukuna an ass hole, forced marriage, probs a lot more, 18+

NSFW 18+

wc : 2.8k

You were a daddys girl. You always had been and you always will be, thats why when you recieved the offer through the post your father was underwhelmed. Annoyed that somebody would want to take his baby girl from him

"Y/N Hes perfect! We can get started on your dress, prepare the wedding. I cant believe my darling is getting married to THE Ryomen sukuna!" Giddly, your mother bounced around the kitchen, almost passed out from the invitation.

"Mother I dont want to marry him." You mutter, hands crossed over your chest and eyes attached to the floor

You couldn't see what was so great about this guy, why does everybody love him? Woman swooned over him, men admiring him. He was nothing but a douche in your eyes, a try hard...a wannabe. Not to mention pretentious as fuck.

"Himari, I think give it a wait. Shes youthful."

-

"So what do you say y/n? Would you accept the honours of being my spouse?" He asks, hand cupped into yours as he rubs his thumb over. Cocky smirk planted over his face like he's doing YOU the favour.

His clothes reeked of his wealth, cape draped over his back and shirt cut so you could see the muscles running down his arms and biceps. Boots on his feet studded in diamonds and leather freshly stripped from the back of a cow.

"Sir. With all due respect I don-"

"I understand. Marriage can be complex, cooking, cleaning. I'm not ill-bred, ill look after our children." He chuckles, pearly white teeth shining like he knew what you was about to say. He could predict your worry, being married to someone as outstanding as him would be a hard job. But thats what marriage is for?

You caught his eye for ages, corset dress inching in your waist and bust of your breasts cupped up enough to see straight through you. He heard you were hard work, all about this feminist bullshit, but thats what drew him closer to you. The need to ruin you and swell your perfect tummy with his seed, for him to have a perfect, fiesty woman on his side. One thats different from the others, one that all men drool at but hes the one who gets to fuck you from the back till your screaming. To get you on your knees until your cumming at the sight of him.

"What? Ugh get off me-" You curse, swatting his hand away as you scowl at his vile words. For him to say that in such a public space is vile, imagine what he would do in the privacy of your shared room.

"-im only 20. I hadn't even thought of marriage!"

"Grown, a woman of your age should have kids by now. Im doing you a favour if anything!"

You knew you couldnt frown too much, scrunching your face is something rude women do. But you couldnt help it, you disliked this man with a passion, he was nothing but an ass hole in the shape of a prodigy.

Spinning around, the click of your small wedged heels trotted along the cobble floor, floppy hat held down in your left hand as you tugged down the weight of your dress with the other. Face starstruck and furious, but sukuna knew that was bound to happen. Sooner or later you'll be running back, begging for him to take YOU in. And for that he will wait, he will wait as long as you need, the build up to getting to ruin you in the bedroom was way to thrilling.

-

1 week passes and there was still no response to his ask. Its okay, your probably just considering the outfit your going to wear at your wedding as he bows down, pecks your hand, stares up into your shy eyes. Only to tear it off with his teeth whilst you speak with your family down the old telephone line, thanking them for their congratulations as you supress a whine as his fingers dance inside your tight pussy.

The weather outside was delightful, crisp sky, warm feeling. Not to mention the taverns and live saxaphone players. Sukuna loved this kind of weather, the opportunity to grasp at any compliment he can get for just revealing more parts of his skin.

-

"-And thats how I became courted to two women at once!" The man infront of you says, laughing at his own joke as he lifts the pipe from his lips and releases the air. The gas floating infront of your eyes and lips.

Pretty face rested tight on the palm of your hand as you mindlessly tugged at the loose hem of your dress. You came to believe you were hopeless at this dating thing, only attracting imbecilic men with egos bigger than their brains. Maybe this is why you were prohibited from dating.

"Ah. Well Satoru that sounds...delightful.."

"Doesn't it just! But it was a shame, none of the women had assets as beautiful as yours though."

-

Entering into the saloon, he was greeted with a smile by the boss. Waving him over to come sit by him and his friends. He was no stranger to this place, the owner loving him and wanting him to be his own son. Reminding him of how he was when he was younger.

"Sukuna! Havent seen you in a while!" The manager cheered, slapping him hard on the back as he nestled his fists in his hair. Sukunas wide spread arms resting on the back of the couch. Several other men getting up to greet him and sit around him.

"Quite a crowd you got in here today."

"Right on. Seems like a lot of beautiful women decided to come out."

"Alone?"

"Yep. And they're still curious why they get raped" A boisterous laugh eliciting from the men next to him, tears swelling up in the rim of their eyes from the top dogs own humour. He wasn't wrong though, bunch of cocottes.

"How's your wife?" Sukuna asks, sipping from the beer glass placed in front of him.

"Virtuous. I suppose you've found a woman you want to settle with?"

"Supposedly..."

"Well, if your still looking, the beautiful lady over there seems to be in a bit of a predicament. Perhaps you could help her out."

And thats where it happened, smile stripped from sukunas face as he sees you, pitched up on a high chair, legs crossed and red lipstick planting onto the glass in your hand as you sip on the wine given to you. Prohibition was a huge thing at this time, it was so unlady like for someone of your gender to be rebelling like that. But the worst thing was the man sitting infront of you, arrogant smile as he continues to talk on and on about himself. Sukuna couldnt believe it, you...on a date with someone else? Talking to someone else? Dressed up for somebody else? How could you do this- betray him like this, its so clear you dont pay any interest to the guy infront of you so what does he have that sukuna could not give to you. Your getting way too big for your boots and as a man, sukuna has a moral obligation to do whats right.

"Im sorry, would you excuse me? I have something I need to do."

"Leaving so soon?"

"...My apologies, please forgive me.."

-

Opening the door to your parents home you were faced with the noises of your mothers weeping and crying, the aura anger and disappointment, something you've so afraid of. Stepping in, you attempt to slip off your shoes, the tip of your toes bumping into the feeling of the wooden trunk, tied neatly with a bow. Inside sat all your possessions, thrown in with recklessness and lack of care.

"YOU WHORE! I cannot believe the nerve you have to appear foot on in this home!"

Glancing upwards, you were met with the red eyes of your mother. Her hand occupied with what looked like a comb and arm held back. Her face flushed with nothing but anger, you've never seen her quite so distressed.

And there you saw him, fauxly upset expression dragged on his face, hand rubbing on the small of your mothers back and hand gripped on her wrist to prevent her causing any harm to you - wouldn't want her damaging what's rightly his.

"W-what?"

"Y/N...-" You heard him speak, husky voice low and intimidating. Hand still rubbing your mothers back as she leaned to weep in his broad arms. "Your dishonourable, its only right your family knows. I apologise that they had to find out this way"

"Pardon..."

"Dont speak so tedious, entering this home KNOWING you’ve came back from working at a whore house. Only God can save you at this point…’

Spinning your head behind you were faced with the murderous look of your father, the one whose always sheltered over you, always defended your name, now ridiculing you, mocking you for something you were so clueless about. Your poor heart was about to break.

‘Your bags are packed, we don’t ever wanna see you again…’

Your face was hit with a heavy weight thrown at it, cheek bruised and your eyes swelling with tears.

‘I-father I don’t understand…’

‘Sukuna revealed all. You labour as a prostitute? I told you she should be courted and sent off…’

‘Prostitute?! Don’t be ridiculous, I would never-‘

‘Don’t deceive your parents y/n, there’s no point in creating a masquerade for your actions’ Sukuna spoke out, stern look in his eyes as he picks up your hand in his own, running the tips on your knuckles.

‘Your getting wedded. Your lucky somebody like sukuna would ever take you in…’

And with that your mother and father left the property, leaving you and the man of your misery stood tall and prideful infront of you. Captivating look in his eyes, like a predator whose just caught and torn apart their prey.

‘I- why?’ You sob, voice choked and bubbly from shock.

A loud slap to the side of your face startled you, it was ten times harsher than any you’ve ever felt, small body stumbled back and cheek bruised and sore. Your hands gripped up in a flash and body pulled towards him, the stench of alcohol and lust beaming off his figure.

‘Out with another man? What happened to my marriage proposal y/n? Your lucky a man like me would even want to take you in after hearing about your reputation…’

‘I-I never accepted it you scoundrel! Why lie to my parents…’

‘A white lie never hurts, but fuck I’ve been wanting you for too long…and now that your mine I’m never letting you go…’ His greedy lips quickly moving to attack to your neck, dark purple hickeys implanted in your baby soft skin, finally marking you as his.

‘We’re not even married! Don’t fornicate…please I don’t want this!’

‘Stop…squirming- fuck you are spoilt aren’t you’ Teeth moving down to harshly bite into your flesh, a scream eliciting from your gaped mouth, tears forming on your waterline as you try your hardest to push him off. Attempts useless in the tightness of his grip.

Slamming your body on the door, he inched lower towards your back, hands trembling over the clothed skin of your ass and hips, fingers gently prodding near to your clothed cunt.

‘A-aren’t you meant to be a gentleman?!’

‘Sluts don’t get my respect’

SLAP

‘They earn it…’

The rattle of your ass had his eyes lust blown, cock stirred in his pants at how your skin managed to shake so much even with material covering it. He took no time in tearing apart your dress from the zip on the back, watching the material drop to the floor. Exposed body covered in a simple bra and panties.

‘Is this why you didn’t wanna marry me? You were too afraid of showing me this body?’

‘Go to hell-‘ you spit, head still pushed deeply into the walls as you murmur the words out as loud as you could. Body trembled and shook with fear.

A fast arch of your back and insert of his cock had you screaming, your cunt filled with his large girth. All 12 inches rammed into your tight, unprepped virgin hole. Forced slick doing nothing but acting as slight lube for him.

‘Ah- I don’t appreciate women speaking to me like that…might have to teach you a fucking lesson.’ Fingers delving into your mouth, tearing your lips apart and dragging out your tongue. Panting noises coerced from your fragile body.

The flesh of your skin wiggled and bounced off his thighs, material of your underwear rimming sukunas tip every time he pulled out and slammed back inside of you. Choked moans and gasps pushed out of your weaker, tighter, smaller body.

‘A-Ah please…’

‘Please what?’

SLAP

‘Please s-sukuna I- it hurts…’

‘Nah, I own you now baby, waited too long to fuck this pretty pussy.’ He says, mesmerised in the way you take him in, the trembling of your legs under his touch. The way his biceps from grabbing you and twisting you how he wants you, the saliva collecting at the centre of your cleavage. ‘Say my real name..’

‘D-daddy..’

‘Daddy? Didn’t expect that but I’ll take it’ he laughs egotistically, secretely fawning at how sweet you sound, at how he’s achieved his one ultimate task of changing you. Making you his, marking you as his and fucking you as his.

‘S-shit what’s th- this feeling-‘ you mutter, stomach tightening and fingers gripping aimlessly at the wall for some help of release.

‘Dont fucking try it. Don’t cum.’ Pace quickening, his balls begin slapping at the under curve of your as. Your tired mouth and sore throat groaning at the bliss coming over you. Sukunas cum quickly filling up the parting between your legs, cream swiped up and down, melting and mending into your slick.

‘M so close-‘

And with that he stopped, grip on your hips and face moved to your shoulders. Forcing you down on the floor, weakened body hurt and the bruise on your cheek from the previous slap clearly evident. Water filled eyes and thighs tightening from your denied release.

‘W-why…’

‘Aw, you ‘gn cry? Your so fucking pretty, atleast cry when your choking on daddys cock hm? First and last cock you’ll ever have…’ he says, tugging up your chin and rubbing his dick infront of his face. Softened dick hardening quickly once again from your gutted expression, from how he managed to fuck up the life of an innocent, Victorian girl. The ones he’s wanted for so long, to teach, to change, to fuck, to breed… ‘your fucking MINE!’

Rubbing his tip across the rim of your lips, your salted tears dripped down to his cock, sensitive tip almost exploding once again from the feeling of your hitched breath so close to him. The doting look in your eyes peering up to him, begging him not to do this.

‘I’d fuck you better than that man ever could, your mine…got it?’ The query alarming you, your head nodding in pure fear of what he would do to you if you disobeyed him.

‘Good girl, mine mine mine…Open wide baby…’ and with that he forced your jaw open, slamming his girth to the back of your throat. Gagging and retching sounds forced out of your weak body, hands moving to claw at the skin on your thighs as you forcefully took it. Tear stain cheeks hollowed and puffed out from the tangy feeling of his shaft rammed deep inside you. Warm breath and coated saliva gathering along his most sensitive parts, hips rolling quick and the back of his head rolled back in ecstasy.

‘Sh-shit- should’ve fucked you so long ago..’

Your tongue ran across the rim of his slit every time he slammed into your mouth, the forced cup on your jaw making you stare up at him. Dark, sorrowful look in your eyes sent him off the rails. The wet spot inbetween your thighs growing again, tits jolting and moving with every thrust, you looked so innocent, so needy for sukuna to fuck you dizzy.

Short spurts of cum sent to the back of your throat, sour flavour tanging the tip of your tongue, body gagging and moaning, jolts sent to the core of his stomach, exploding straight onto you, mouth and tits covered in all his sperm. Completely marked and ruined, filth, disgusting, you were the prostitute that your family feared you would become.

‘Fuckk…’ sukuna rolls out, peering at the drips of cum running down your tits, ones you made no effort to move, instead focused on preventing yourself to cry, knowing he’s the one your forced to spend the rest of your life with.

‘I hate you…’ you spit, jaw cupped and plunged towards his lips, tongue swiped and sperm from his cock pushed down into your throat, assuring every last drop is swallowed and taken in. Every last part of him is inside of you…

‘…You’ll grow to love, both me and the tons of seed I’m gonna breed inside your tight pussy..’

-

[seostudios]

extraordinary

SEOSTUDIOS HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

synopsis. after the king went missing, y/n embarks on a journey to save her father from the kingdom's greatest secret, the fallen prince, who has locked him in his mother’s castle. trading herself in for her father's release, she soon realizes the supposed blood-sucking creature is just an arrogant prince and makes her mission to draw the cold-hearted boy out of his isolation.

pairing. kim doyoung x fem!reader

genre. romance, fantasy, angst, smut

info. prince!doyoung, vampire!doyoung, princess!reader, beauty-and-the-beast!au (with a twist), non-idol!au, medieval!au, prince!ex!jaehyun, brother!jaemin

warnings. mentions of blood and arranged marriage, alcohol, explicit language, unprotected sex, bondage, a really bad sex scene ugh

wc. 5.2k

an. hi happy halloween! i promised ‘angel’ for my halloween special but i feel like wizards were boring for halloween (no hate) but a beauty and the beast au with a vampire twist sounded sexy.. so i hope you enjoyed this romance au there a smut scene but i’m not proud since i have to pee rlly badly and wrote this in a rush (LOL) i hope the cover tricked u! it’s supposed to give a ‘blank’ theme... yk anyways ill try writing more tysm bye i love you all think of this as a halloween special + 700 special mwhamwah

The long curtain that draped over your bay windows had the same orange hue to the morning light, every morning a perfect sunrise. Reminding you of the sleepless nights spent just to get a view of the sun as it illuminated the blue as if it were igniting the most miraculous flame. Throwing the large duvet that once covered your canvas, you quietly tip-toe out of your shared bedroom with fiance and future king, Jaehyun, not trying to wake him yet.

By the time you're finished looking presentable to the outside world, you make your way down towards the kitchen. There was only a week before the wedding, so the castle was a little hectic. Seeing the tailor and his assistance run in an out the front gates, the chefs coming from far and wide to bake you the most flavoursome cake out there. The wedding was a big deal. I mean between merging kingdoms and scoring the most eligible bachelor in the land... It was huge! Jaehyun was known in his kingdom for his selfless actions, but elsewhere, it was his dashing looks. Although he still hasn't managed to swoop in and steal your heart, you had no choice but to let him believe he did so for the sake of your future.

"Princess!" The chef Johnny calls. He noticed you wandering out of your suite after using the restroom and just had to get some small talk done and possibly put in a good word for his close friend about to seal the deal with you. "Oh! Hey Johnny," You greet, flashing him a toothy grin. "It's almost the big day..." He exclaimed. Wow, he seems more excited than me, you think to yourself. "Right. I'm nervous," You confess, your frown now replacing the award-winning smile. Which didn't go unnoticed by Johnny. His eyes, which were once trained on you, shoot up to look behind your shoulder. "Speak of the devil!" He shouted, shooting you a couple glances before running over to Jaehyun, who has just woken up.

Now at the dining table, you and Jaehyun sit accompanied by his parents. "So, Y/N" His mother starts in attempts to spark a conversation. You shot your head up to listen in on what she has to say, "Did you know Jaehyun has an older brother? Doyoung." Silence. You all sat in an awkward stillness, glances between Jaehyun and his father, worried. "No, I didn't. Is he coming to breakfast?" Her cheerful demeanour was quick to shapeshift into a dejected expression. "He moved to Paris to expand his corporation." The hidden truth was that he didn't move at all. He was banished. This tall tale is told all over the lands, but it was just a tall tale about the prince, was it not?

Once upon a time, there lived a dashing prince. His name was Doyoung. Despite having all the money and power in the kingdom, it still felt like there was nothing left for him there if he still lingered in his younger brother's shadow. So the prince ventured off, hoping to find someone who'd appreciate him for himself. That's when he met the great sorcerer, Minyeon, known by only the wicked. She was a sly witch, moving only on the outskirts of the lands. Aching to pounce on any punk in the vicinity. Therefore when she noticed the prince and came to realize his selfish needs, she casts a spell. "You're stuck like this until you find peace eternally. Is being a greedy spoilt brat all you need to be a prince? Maybe you should be more like Jaehyun."  Those were her last words before disappearing into the woods. Doyoung quickly ran back home. Calling every wizard in town to inspect him. He was now cursed to live life as a blood-sucking monster unless he finds this peace. "You know we can't." His mother started. Doyoung's heart tore, hearing the crack in her voice. "I... I know Mother. I'll be quick." He said before finished packing the briefcase full of necessities. "I have a castle." She spits out, handing him a map. "Stay there. I will visit as much as I can," And it was the truth. She visited for the first few months until he started to change. The violent evil nature of a pure vampire, taking its place in Doyoung. That was no longer her son, and she couldn't risk venturing far to walk right into her death. 

And that was Doyoung’s story.

It's been about three years since the incident, and villagers still ponder on whether it's fiction or not, but with the heartbreaking look on Jaehyun's mother's face this morning, I think you got your answer. Acknowledging the elephant in the room, you and your future mother-in-law finish up and head into the fitting room with the tailor, leaving Jaehyun with his father. "He knows-" Jaehyun started, quickly being cut off by his father. "That's why we limited guests on such short notice and doubled the guards. He won't be able to get in." He affirmed before the sound of the chair screeching slowly, and someone sitting was heard. The two look down towards the end of the table. "I won't be able to what?" Doyoung said, throwing his feet on the table. 

死

"I really do think you look magnificent." The designer, Taeyong, chirped adjusting your corset. "Taeyong honey, don't you think that's a little tight? Y/N looks like she's turning blue." Jaehyun's mother jokes. Ever since you've departed from the boys at breakfast, she's been jumpy. Was she expecting someone? "Alright, here we go! Go take a look, princess." Nodding, you make your way to the large mirror. "Oh my! I love it! Thank you so much!" Doing a little twirl, as Jaehyun's mother cheers, showering you in compliments.

“So.. Y/N darling... How are things with Jaehyun?” She asked helping you undress after Taeyong exited. “What do you mean?” You asked curious, what could she mean? “You know this isn’t exactly a love marriage...” She hears a sigh from you. “I mean I like him!” Making sure you let her know that first, you turn away from the mirror to face her, “But not like that, he’s a good friend... Nothing more.” The confession left the still room feel like a ghost town. Jaehyun’s mother hands you a heartwarming smile, assuring you it’s okay. “You know, I think you’d be fit with my eldest son, Doyoung.” Smiling to herself she takes a loose strand of hair and places it behind your hair. “A-Are the rumo-” She nods. They were true, he really was a vampire. “May I ask where he is? Do you visit? How is he? Does he look like the vampires from the books?” All your questions erupt at once, causing her to burst into a fit of laughter. “Well where do I start?!” She says more to herself. “He’s in a castle, past the river banks and through the woods. Safe, hopefully. He’s also quite charming-” 

A knock at the door, grabs both of your attention. "Come in," You said, but something was off. An uneasy feeling turns in the pit of your stomach as the doorknob unwinds to reveal Jaehyun. "You can't be in here! Shoo!" His mother scolded, but Jaehyun raised his hand to silence her. "Y/N, your father."

“He’s what?!” You shout. “Been abducted? By who? He’s on everyone’s good side.” You state clearly. “It’s not his fault. It’s our fault.” He confessed, looking down at the marble tiles of the hushed room. “My brother, Doyoung. Took him.” A gasp is heard from his mother as her hand goes to rest on her chest to feel her heart. “Is Doyoung here?!” She asked. He shook his head. “He showed up and told Dad and I the news but left afterwards. He told me to pass the news over to you.” Jaehyun began to massage his temples, this was really getting to him. “He wants you to meet him at his castle to - discuss - your father's return to his kingdom.” And in a blink of an eye you were gone. Jaehyun’s mother didn’t give you exact directions but you could find out where his castle is. “What are you doing!? Stop her!!” His mother cries, “She doesn’t know what she’s heading into!” Before she was able to run out to you, Jaehyun stops her in her tracks. “This is not our battle, Mother.”

Running into your barn, You mounted Ivy, about to venture off possibly to your death. You were determined though, no matter what; you need your father back. Not for you but for the sake of your kingdom. “Come on girl, we’re gonna save Papa.” Ivy was originally a horse for the knights but it seemed like the two of you had more of a sibling bond than you and your younger brother, Jaemin... Not that you guys hated each other! The river banks were a easy to trot by, the boat passengers and fishers greeting you, and the woods wasn’t as dark and ominous as Jaehyun’s mom put it to sound like. 

There you were. Past the river banks, through the woods and you were led to the front gates of Doyoung’s castle. The castle was more ancient than any bone left in soil. The stone pathway pitted and scarred, looking up you notice it's tall walls, trees surrounded the castle. The large pillars, narrow, round towers dominate the skyline of this massive castle and are connected by enormous, firm walls made of cobblestone. Spooky was an understatement. You dismount Ivy and tie her loosely to an old log. “Stay here girl, I’ll be back with Papa.” Pushing the rusted gates open you throw your cloak over top your head and run towards the large wooden doors. Letting yourself in you examine the large foyer of the castle, it was much smaller than yours back home but the presence it held was bigger than any king to have walked the lands. Your breathing is rapid and shallow, you can feel your pulse pounding in your temples as you cautiously walked up the steps. "Doyoung?" You call out. A muscle twitches involuntarily at the corner of your right eye, after seeing a shadow swiftly move. He knows you're here. "I'm not scared of you." You spoke tenderly, moreso to convince yourself you weren't. Looking down the narrow hallway someone stands, before you were able to walk towards the figure he heads into a door. Now on a wild goose chase after Doyoung you reach a grand hall full of chambers, a dungeon. “Let me out you bastard!” An infuriated voice shouts. It’s your father. “Papa?! Where are you?” You cry running around the zigzag chamber. “Y/N? Over here Y/N!” He shouts once more, why were you here? 

There he was, there they were. Your father was on his knees, gripping the bars calling out for you, but beside him standing tall, he was a slender and well built man with pretty, unturned lip. His pale skin sparkled in the moonlight, his dark eyes matching the night sky above perfectly. Doyoung. Although your heart picked up at his astonishing facial features, you were enraged on why he would abduct your poor father. “Let him go at once!” You demand. He kisses his teeth and dangles a pair of keys above your head. “Only if you stay.” 

“I’ll be fine Papa.” You assure your father at the front gates of the castle. “Take Ivy and head home. I’ll be okay.” You embrace him once more, “But the wedding?!” Your eyebrows furrow. “It’s cancelled, why don’t you get Jaemin to merge with Jaehyun’s little sister, she just came of age and she’s arriving from Thailand tomorrow.” And thus the decision was made. You were now a resident at Doyoung’s, and your wedding was cancelled.

Sitting on the last step of the spiral staircase you watch Doyoung pace around the foyer, speaking to someone in a room. Didn’t he live alone? Getting up to explore the castle you were stopped by Doyoung, he’s quick on his toes. “Let me bring you to your room.” He said, his hand reaching out to you. Charming Slapping his hand you walk past him up the stairs towards whatever room you would make out to be your own. He trails behind you, “Feisty, I-” “I was talking to your mother about you earlier. I’m not dumb, I know it all.” Your began, opening a room door. “I want this room.” You demand, even if you showed him your stubborn side a little, it was fine. He did kidnap your father. Doyoung hums “Okay. Dinner in five” He chimed, before heading back down. The rest of the night was nothing out of the ordinary, other than the awkward glances to one another at dinner. In attempts of sparking something between the two of you Doyoung asks, “Did you enjoy dinner?” At the door frame of your bedroom. “Yeah,” All was well until you saw him begin to unbutton his dress shirt and head into the closet. “W-What do you think are you doing?” You asked frightened. Why was he undressing in your new bedroom. “Getting ready for bed?” “But don’t you have your own room?” You inquire confused. “You picked my room, so we share.” He replied. There were at least over a dozen bedrooms in this castle and you just had to pick his. “No take backs by the way, now get in bed love.” Kissing your teeth you throw on a pair of pyjamas you found in the closet; assuming it was his. Moving to the side of the bed to make a wall of pillows separating the two of you.

死

“It’s been over three months Doyoung.” This was one of those rare occasions you spoke at dinner. “And?” He questions. “I want to go home.” You stood your ground, it’s been over three months, nearing four and it’s safe to say this dinner was the most you’ve both communicated. “You are home,” He replies, taking a bite of his food. “No, it’s not. I sit in this castle reading books and talking to myself, I’m going mad!” You bark. “You traded yourself in for your fathers release, I can’t let you leave.” He always spoke softly but his words never failed to slice through you. 

Doyoung enters his bedroom, while you were downstairs cleaning up. He reaches into the back of his closet, sliding the clothes on the rack to the side, to reveal a mirror. It wasn’t an ordinary mirror, it was a magic mirror, to help Doyoung communicate with his mother without putting herself in danger. “I thought this was the peace I needed to come back.” He said to himself looking at his reflection. “Peace? This isn’t peace Doyoung.” A voice hollered throughout the still room as the mirror illuminated. “I know it isn’t mother, I can’t seem to find it. I’m trying.” The tension grew thick, he was frustrated. “Find peace in her.” She finally said. Just then, the mirror shatters. “Doyoung?” Your soft voice calls from the closet door. His head spins around as he readjusts the clothing. “What time is it?” He questioned, flaring with energy. “About fifteen minutes to eight, why?” This is where you start growing nervous. Although he’s kept to himself you know he yearned for human blood. “Let’s explore.” He grabs ahold of your hand running down to the front yard. “Wear this.” Handing you a coat he intertwines your hands as the two of you exit the premises. 

“Why are you being so weird?!” You roar demanding answers. “I want our friendship to blossom my love.” He spoke, a pang of guilt hitting him. Your cheeks suddenly kissed pink like the spring rose, the blooming colour so bright against your face. Looking forward,avoiding eye contact with Doyoung you tug his hand forward into the wilderness. “On my way here I remember seeing a bench surround with an ethereal setting.” You babble on the way to the destination. “Really? Would love to see it.” Doyoung replied uninterested. This didn’t go unnoticed by you so letting go of his hand you walk ahead. He catches up but doesn’t grab ahold of your hand. “I apologize.” He said, earning a scoff. “I really am, I’m all ears now.” The pleads went on until you reached the bench where you sat down and pulled out a book. “What’s that?” He asked. “A sketch book.” You reply, opening the book to reveal you artwork. “Whoa, Y/N these are amazing.” Astonished he grabs it out of you hand to flip through them, earning a rather adorable giggle from you, which did indeed cause a crack in Doyoung’s ice cold heart.

Your stay increased and the liking you had towards Doyoung has as well. Now there is never a dull moment at dinner, a new routine of late night walks. In all honesty, Doyoung hasn’t been the slightest interested in you up until last night. “Doie! Look at this, I drew you!” You cheer running over to the boy in his study. “Let’s take a look.” He stood in front of you, his eyes that told stories words couldn't, staring into your shiny orbs, piercing through you. He couldn’t help it, with your collar bones exposed with the large tee swallowing you whole.. You looked appetizing. So when his hand came in contact with your nape, leaning down, his mouth hovering over your neck, about to indulge he hears a whimper. “Doyoung..” He looks up to your frightened figure. However, you weren’t scared of him sucking a little blood out of you, just nervous of how close you were. “Doyoung. It’s okay...” You whispered your doe eyes staring right back at him. But he couldn’t, “I’m not a monster.”

These days Doyoung felt vulnerable around you. The once inhuman arrogant cursed prince acting as like another man. His crave and lust for blood sank and he desired something else, something more attainable at his end now; love. Though his love for you blossomed quickly he was insecure and full of doubt when it comes to confessing. The world seems to be on his side when the two love birds are together, fooling around, but once the tension grew his courage flees the scene. Weeks turned into months with this unbearable love for you; he no longer lusts for your friendship, he needs more. 

You sat on the edge of the king sized bed, gazing out the bay window that peered into the land. Stars shining over top the night sky, appearing like magic at each sunset. Sipping onto the last bit of hot chocolate in your mug you change into a silk night dress Doyoung has purchased for you, since he thought you should have a new wardrobe now that you live with him. Back hitting against the soft mattress you wrap yourself in the thick duvet, closing your eyes to think.

My friendship with Doyoung has really come far these past few nights. Just the other night he cooked me breakfast in bed, which was really thoughtful of him. His egoistic personality fading into a tenderhearted man. Under all the layers from his saddening past, becoming a monster from the storybooks, to his prince status. He was a normal guy. I know he wants to flee this wretched castle and run back home, though he fears what he capable of. How he could hurt his people, or worse, his family. The sinister persona taking over him that cut his bond from Jaehyun. Oh But past all this is a man... You love.

The door creaks and you noticed a disheveled Doyoung enter the room. Must have been up in the study racing his minds to wonder, you believe. “Hey you.” You chirp, to sit up on the bed unknowingly a strap falls from your shoulder exposing your collarbone. “Hello Y/N.” The reply was dry and nonchalant about. But all worries ended when he hops into the bed curling up into himself gathering warmth. You don’t know why but your heart skipped a beat when you glanced over at him, catching his stare up at you. You huff playfully before relaxing into the sheets. The two of you could’ve easily split rooms and been on your way but there was an urge for you to stay in his suite. Maybe it was the thirst to find out who he really was, and why his path was this rough... Or it was because ever since you met at the chambers, your heart always raced around him; no matter the occasion. The room was quiet, sitting in a comfortable silence, both of you awake. Should you tell him? Is this too quick? Were you ready? The questions spring around your mind for a couple seconds before being interrupted by a pleasant surprise. 

Doyoung’s hand makes it’s way to reach yours. The ice-cold finger tips, tracing over your hand. Skinship wasn’t rare but it was never making you consider he felt the same way. Intertwining your hands you turn to face him, to notice he was already looking at you. He wants to confess, he will confess. His mouth opens to speak, but quickly silenced with a pair of soft lips crashing onto him. Knowing his difficulty with words, actions seemed to have spoken better than them. His lips were warm and the taste of bourbon stung your tongue gracefully. Doyoung moves his hands from yours to rest on the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him. You two break apart for air, hesitantly looking at one another. Though his eyes told multiple stories, all you felt as of now was lust and desire. Giving yourself up to him, or how people back home would say; popping the cherry. Lips crash together and it felt like you were walking on air. The way your lips connected with his, molding together like they belonged, his mouth was so warm compared to the rest of him. The small tug onto your lips erupting a quiet moan is what gets him started.

死

You awoke to arms barricading around you, keeping your bare body close. The morning light shining through the closed blinds creating a funky pattern on the duvet. Your hands drawing funny little shapes on Doyoung's bare chest. Last night sure was hectic, he's got a lot of stamina for someone who claimed to be tired. Doyoung lets out a whine, “So bright in here..” He groans, covering his face. It took a minute to register what was going on and why you were naked and in his arms, but relaxed when he follows up on what went down last night. He could freely express his love physically and verbally. “Oh my god, I love you.” He says ecstatic. You mumble ‘I love you too’ to him before he goes on yapping, “Mother was right.” He whispers, “She was right. You’re my peace. My key to a happy life.” A soft smile dances on your lips after hearing those words, he truly did love you... But because his mother told him so? “Your mother?” You inquire, but he’s quick to reply. “She told me to find peace in you; at first I doubting her sanity because you were quite annoying-” “Hey!” You slap his chest, however he defends himself. “But I can’t live without your chitter chatter now.” He expressed.

Doyoung combs his hair, you cleansing beside him. “You got tanner honey.” You say pinching his skin lightly. “I did?” His doe eyes looking into the mirror at his skin. Then panic arose, “Quick Y/N! Fetch me some blood.” He says while you blankly stare back at him. “You don’t have any blood.” He grabs your wrist. The veins visible. “I.. I don’t want blood.” A sardonic laugh escapes. “I have an idea” He said patting your head lovingly. What could he have in mind? You hum, signaling him to continue as you dry off. “Let’s get married.” If you saw yourself right now you probably would’ve been convinced that your jaw was touching the ground. Nonetheless, life is a risk. Why not? “Okay.” You replied, wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. The once feared blood sucking monster, was now back to being an ordinary prince. “I heard my father didn’t let our poor little sister get married..” He whispers into your lips. “Two weddings have been cancelled, let’s help them out.” Grabbing your hand he leads you towards the east end of his castle. You never ventured out there, quite creepy if I do say so myself. Digging into an old box he pulls out an off the shoulder wedding gown with embroidery on her bodice. Rhinestones and pearl beads were sewn on the gown. "It's beautiful," You gasp in awe. "It was my mother's gown. I want you to wear it now." He said handing it over. “Bring it in hand, let’s get ready there. Our big day is tomorrow isn’t it?” He smirks, taking you in hand to walk down to the foyer. “I called someone for us.” “You did?” Just then, you two hear the neigh of a horse (or two) in the distance approaching. A carriage arrived on time to bring you two home. “I can’t believe we’re going home.” You start. “Does this mean we’re gonna stay there because I’d rather not actually.” The confession was vague but Doyoung knew where you were getting at. The privacy was amazing, and hearing the sound of birds in the early morning instead of villagers was a blessing. “Me too.” He replied, helping you on top of the carriage. 

And off you go.

Once you arrived you were surprised people recognized you, and the prince himself. Whispers and rumours already begun and you’ve barely made it through the main city. “There it is, our chapel.” You joke, pointing towards the castle, earning a little laugh from him. He was no longer a vampire, and it frightened you, was getting you to fall in love with him just to go back to normal his only goal? Or was he truly head over heels for you as you were for him. Many of actions reminded you of how he loved you. “Whoa did you see that? They just let us slip by..” He whispers to you after seeing the guards let you pass by happily. “It’s cause we live here,” You replied all giddy over his childish antics when it came to being home, he was thrilled. He quickly rushed towards the the throne room knowing his parents would be there and you rushed behind after setting the suitcases. “Mother! Father! I’ve come home!” He shouts in the still room. Gasps heard from various maids and guards. “I-I’ve found peace...” He pants. “Peace?” His father questioned, his mother correcting him, “He found love.” Doyoung shares a smile before walking up to the throne, “I’ve been gone for quite awhile, haven’t I?” He snickers before embracing his parents. “Brother?” A voice hollered through the room, follow by whispers. He turned to see his loving siblings. “Jaehyun...” Running towards him his smile fades. “I’m sorry,” The apology was wholehearted, from what Jaehyun knew; Doyoung was a loving brother. But all was false, back then he was a selfish beast, not caring once of who he hurt. Now, he was back and came work up from his mistakes. Jaehyun pulls his elder brother into a hug, as he sobbed quietly into his shoulder. 

The door opens to reveal a princess; you. “You all know Y/N.” Doyoung says, grabbing your hand. At first, you don’t realize Jaehyun there, but he makes himself known. “Yes, I was engaged to her not long ago.” Shivers ran down your spine, how could he be so cold and straightforward. Did he actually love you? The straight brooding face quickly curved into a grin, flashing his dimples. “I’m joking. You two actually look like your in love, Y/N and I looked like brothers.” Laughter erupts within the room everyone catching onto the joke one by one before silencing. Doyoung clears his throat “I will be marrying Princess Y/N and merging our kingdoms into one.” It was nice to see his father smile, it was rare. This was good news and it seems like all is working out for the two of you. “Very well, how does next week sound?” He said, watching you two nod eagerly.

死 

It’s been three hours since your vows have been exchanged, and you are now rocking a stone as large as your pupil on your wedding finger, while slowly being undressed by your husband. “Why is this thing so hard to take off,” He complained right as he gets the hang of it. Your lips molding with one another in perfect harmony. It's a slow process you want to enjoy, but most of all you want to pleasure your new husband. A gasp escapes your mouth feeling Doyoung gently lifts his hands up to palm your clothed core, the gentle rubbing before going underneath the thin material to your glistening folds. He hushed your with kiss going down your torso, til he reached right above your core. In a blink of an eye, you see yourself nude and legs sprawled out with Doyoung’s face between your legs. Licking a stripe between your folds, sucking gently on your clit. “So wet...” He murmurs under his breath, before diving in. If you thought your first time with Doyoung was hectic, you’re in for it tonight. Now hands tied behind your back by your own wedding veil you stuff your head into the pillow, screaming his name. “Oh my god! Oh my god! R-Right there! Harder!” You cry, curling your toes ass he thrusts into your core. Your hair bunched up into Doyoung’s fist, keeping you two steady as he penetrates into you. Coming close to your orgasm you arch your back in anticipation; this doesn’t go unnoticed. Doyoung comes forth, hot breath and groans loud and clear in your ear. Reaching down he finds your bud and rubs harshly onto it, feeling you clench around his length. A squeal leaves your mouth, “I’m cumming!” You cried, digging your face in the pillow. Just when you felt yourself relaxing into the pillow, you feel a hot liquid coat your pink walls and Doyoung pulling out

死

The sound of the kids playing rings in the background as you sip on a cup of coffee your husband, Doyoung brewed earlier this morning. He comes to sit beside you on the abandoned bench in the forest, memories flooding off our many escapes to this very bench as kids. His hand reaches to caress your pregnant belly. “Number three.” He said playfully as you slap his hand away, “His name is Taehyun, not Number three.” He chuckles, “A beautiful name from his beautiful mother.” Doyoung says, gently raking his fingers through your long locks of hair. “I love you so much,” He whispers, bringing his hand to your cheek before kissing the top of your nose. “I love you too I guess,” You shrug, covering your grin with the book you held. “Youjin and Minhyun are still in the garden, shall we go in...” His eyes trail the vicinity, before catching your kids who were sitting in a field of flowers. “Min! Jin! Me and your mother are going to head inside for a snack! Stay close!” He shouts over the kids who just send him a thumbs up. Eagerly, Doyoung stood up grabbing your hand pulling you gently towards the castle. “What a child,” You mumble before heading in.

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[speedin]

LAYER  ONE  :  THE  OUTSIDE

NAME  :    Bartholomew Henry Allen EYE  COLOUR  :  dark brown but with a tint of cherry red that seems to give him a topazish look. he has BEAUTIFUL EYES TYSM, ESP IN THE SUN. HAIR  STYLE  /  COLOUR  :   it was, as a sort of “Stick it to the man” or “Stick it to this foster parent i fucking hate” thing, pretty long for a while. Then he finally cut it but THEN he got his powers and his hair tends to grow really fast??? He currently tries to keep it shortish with a long on top thing that gives him somewhat of a basic undercut/top curl vibe but he has to go get it cut often. It’s black. HEIGHT  :    5′11 CLOTHING  STYLE  :   Barry is a thrift store king. He can only finally afford newer clothes when he gets his job in the crime lab at CPD. Otherwise he dresses comfortable, jeans and band t-shirts, hoodies and over shirts for warmth. Layers!!!! Plaid!! Skater punk??!! BEST  PHYSICAL  FEATURE  :  His wide smile. He has an extremely beautiful mouth tyvm and he knows it.

LAYER  TWO  :  THE  INSIDE

YOUR  FEARS  :     All of his hardwork for nothing, not going anywhere in life, going in CIRCLES. He wants to not only make his dad proud but he wants to actually prove his dad is innocent and if he spent all these years to get where he can attempt that and then finds out he’s wrong... yikes. But also to spend all these years toward this and realize he hates where he is? Double yikes. YOUR  GUILTY  PLEASURES  :     Being that he is not someone who has a lot of money ot spend sometimes a guilty pleasure is simply buying himself something nice for no other reason than to treat himself. And that means a NEW thing too, not something thrifted and def. not a thing found in a dumpster and refurbished.  YOUR  BIGGEST  PET  PEEVE  :     People messing with his set ups, like either in his lab or apartment or at work. LEAVE HIS STUFF WHERE IT IS. ASK BEFORE YOU SIT DOWN. DON’T JUST START BORROWING STUFF WITHOUT ASKING!!!! YOUR  AMBITIONS  FOR  THE  FUTURE  :     PROVE HIS DAD IS INNOCENT!!! Figure out all the potential with his powers and make the League proud, get to a point where in his job he can support himself and potentially his dad if his dad gets out of prison. If he gets there then he might think about a family.

LAYER  THREE  :  THOUGHTS

YOUR  FIRST  THOUGHT  WAKING  UP  :     nooooooooooooooooooooo WHAT  DO  YOU  THINK  ABOUT  BEFORE  BED  :     if i go to sleep now then i’ll get exactly five hours and twenty-nine minutes of sleep, if i go to sleep in ten minutes.. YOU  THINK  YOUR  BEST  QUALITY  IS  :     His optimism.

LAYER  FOUR  :  WHAT’S  BETTER?

SINGLE  OR  GROUP  DATES  :     Single, no need to embarrass himself in front of more than one person. TO  BE  LOVED  OR  RESPECTED  :   Respected. BEAUTY  OR  BRAINS  :     Brains DOGS  OR  CATS  :     Dogs AND cats AND LIZARDS.

LAYER  FIVE  :  DO  YOU . . .

LIE  : Yes BELIEVE  IN  YOURSELF  :     Yes!!! He’s always like I CAN DO IT I CAN DO IT LET ME DO IT GOSH. BELIEVE  IN  LOVE  :    YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  WANT  SOMEONE  :    A thousand percent but he isn’t sure he can have someone and be the flash and all that entails..

LAYER  SIX  :  EVER  BEEN . . .

BEEN  ON  STAGE  : Yep. DONE  DRUGS  :     Smoked the devil’s lettuce. CHANGED  WHO  YOU  WERE  TO  FIT  IN  :     He has not and it has singled him out a lot.

LAYER  SEVEN  :  FAVOURITES

COLOUR  :     Dark red ANIMAL  :     .... the tapir..... (hehehehehehehe) MOVIE  :     Hot Rod GAME  :     Dragon Age

LAYER  EIGHT  :  AGE

DAY  YOUR  NEXT  BIRTHDAY  WILL  BE  :    May 19th ... 2019!!! HOW  OLD  WILL  YOU  BE  :     27 AGE  YOU  LOST  YOUR  VIRGINITY  :     uhhh it varies per verse but ill just say like 21. DOES  AGE  MATTER  :     Somewhat… he def isn’t into people younger than like idk 23?? 24?? and older than him is generally okay as long as they are okay with his age.

LAYER  NINE  :  IN  A  PERSON

BEST  PERSONALITY  :     Someone who is patient and kind. He’s dealt with way too many impatient and jerkish people in his life, esp as foster parents.  BEST  EYE  COLOUR  :     No preference. BEST  HAIR  COLOUR  :     No preference BEST  THING  TO  DO  WITH  THEIR  PARTNER  :     GO DO FUN THINGS. Go to the park, go swimming, go to the beach, go to the zoo or the museum!!!!!! Learn a new thing together!!!!!!

LAYER  TEN  :  FINISH  THE  SENTENCE

I  LOVE :     my dad. I  FEEL  :     restless. I  HIDE  :     my powers. I  MISS  :     my mom. I  WISH  :     I could figure out who really did it.

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[kainks]

KAIROS. 1

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Genre: Sugar!Daddy AU, Fake!GF AU

Warnings: angst, smut, degrading names, mentions of cheating, dom themes, asshole hoseok

Words: 10k

Summary: Jung Hoseok is the devil in Armani. Self-entitled, rich, with striking good looks, there’s nothing he wants for with his parents’ money backing up his extravagant lifestyle. Yet when suddenly he’s forced to find himself a humble girlfriend or say goodbye to his monthly paycheck, he runs into you, lacking everything he possibly looks for in a girl. But he’s desperate, and being desperate makes a man do crazy things.

a/n: tysm to my irl bff @garbageeking for beta-ing for me and providing me with endless sugar!daddy hobi inspo to help me finish this chapter!!! ily!

The high chime of yet another eager customer ricocheted off of pale yellow walls, leather booths, and tiled flooring that was worn down with age. The quaint little shop lacked elegance, yet made up for it with charm. Watercolor paintings of sea cliffs, dipping waves, and golden sand hung from every corner of the small cafe, each dated and signed by a unique signature in the far left corner.

“Table three!” Your father’s gruff voice reminded from the back storage room, your attention once again redirected to the easily recognizable and overgrown mop of dusty brown hair, belonging to your best friend, who wore a forlorn frown, looking especially distressed as he sat himself into his regular booth. Red leather squeaked under the weight of his body as he threw himself down onto it, leaning his head against the cool glass of the large window that overlooked the crowded sidewalks and busy streets, a long horizon of blue easily noticeable in the distance.

“You look like you need some pie.”

Already cutting a slice of apple, made by yourself early that morning and still fresh from the oven, you listened to a dramatic sigh escape the mouth of Taehyung, who looked well and truly miserable. Just for that, you added a small scoop of ice cream onto the plate, not required, but due to the fondness you held for the sulking boy.

“Here.” Sliding into the opposite seat of the booth, you placed the pie in front of him, fork alongside it, waiting for him to direct his attention towards you, instead of sitting there with his eyes closed, looking especially pitiful.

“My brain says eat the pie, but my heart is saying no.”

Smile forming due to his dramatic antics, you lightly laughed, reaching for the fork yourself. “So you wouldn’t care if I….”

As if harboring a secret power, one that detected when his precious food was in danger, Taehyung’s eyes snapped open in a flash, hand instantly reaching out to gently prod your own away.

“Hand’s off sister, this is my pie.”

It also didn’t take him more than four bites to devour said pie, a sign that he was truly upset over the likes of something.

“What’s wrong?” Resting your head against your palm, you waited patiently as he silently went through the various steps in spilling his inner dilemma. Sadness, regret, anger and finally acceptance. All in the span of thirty seconds. Yet you knew how Taehyung worked, had for many years, and as his longest friend, you owed it to him to wait with patience until he was ready.

“It’s Yuna…” He trailed off, eyes focusing on the now empty plate settled on the table in front of him, as if dreading your reaction.

“Again? Tae...” Now it was your turn to frown, the name settling over you like a sickening poison, leaving you feeling ill with just the reminder of who exactly it belonged to. Lifting his eyes from the plate, he looked at you with a stare that read ‘don’t judge me’ because he couldn’t help who he yearned for, even if it was the bitchiest, most stuck up and conniving girl at the university you both attended.

Min Yuna was a third year, whereas you and Taehyung were only in your second. She stemmed from a large, rich, yet problematic family that owned half the beach town and workers within it. The same family that most likely left her with repressed issues that came out as snarky comments and twisted manipulation. People worshiped the ground she walked on, boys flocked to her long legs and slim waist like moths to a flame, girls stepped back in awe as she paraded through the halls, a silent action done by her humble servants, ones that screamed their instant devotion and subservience to the wicked witch.

It was the same girl Taehyung had decided years ago that he would altogether love and equally get his heart broken by. A boy that wore his heart on his sleeve, one that was two sizes too big for his chest; a boy that cared deeply for the people around him, talked to every stray animal he passed on the street, and helped every old lady that needed her groceries carried five blocks. The same boy that Yuna stepped all over, while knowingly getting away with it because any attention from her was better than none, in Taehyung’s words, not your own.

So in all, you deeply despised the bitch with an over-sized ego and five inch stilettos. She was a walking bomb, destroying everything in her wake, and in her crossfire your sweet friend was being broken down piece by piece.

“What did she do now?”

You were afraid to ask, as it was always something entirely new and twisted with her. Taehyung was a free spirit, one who didn’t let social norms and expectations keep him from what he wanted. So he pursued Yuna, since the tenth grade, and each time it left him with another piece of himself hollowed out.

“I bought her this bracelet at the stalls today, it made me think of her because of the little sharks that dangled from it. She’s like a shark, quick and stealthy, but sharks are often made out to be evil when really they're just wandering the ocean lonely, and by themselves.”

Your own chest felt tight as he retrieved a silver bracelet from his pocket, made of cheap metal, most likely sold by one of the little old ladies that opened their jewelry stalls every morning on the beach front, hoping to attract the tourists that littered by with their hats and cameras.

The little charms clanked together as he carelessly dropped it onto the tabletop, where it landed in the center; seven little blue sharks carefully spaced apart, with a single sea shell between each gap. It was cheesy, something meant for an overexcited child, yet if you had been in Min Yuna’s shoes, you would have accepted the bracelet with open hands and a smile, simply because it came from someone like Taehyung, who had nothing but love and fondness swimming inside of him.

Tack on another reason to hate the sea witch.

“She laughed when I tried giving it to her, threw it back in my face and said to stop wasting her time with cheap gifts.”

“I’m so sorry Tae…” You didn’t know what to say, knowing that another lecture on who he chose to love was not what he needed from you at the moment, and having been in the same situation many times before, you carefully slid the bracelet back towards him and reached for his hand.

“Keep it for now, who knows, maybe she’ll see the light one day and realize what a catch you are. Anyone would be lucky to date you, you take me out for ice cream almost daily, and I’m not even your girlfriend!”

You watched with success as his lips turned up into a familiar boxy grin, squeezing your hand in his larger one as an unsaid thank you for your attempts at brightening up his sour mood. You two continued to sit in silence together, the cafe vacant save for the both of you. It wasn’t unpleasant, and just what you’d expect from Taehyung, who often preferred to get lost in his own thoughts, yet didn’t like the idea of being alone. So with you sitting across from him, he felt compelled to relax into his seat, staring out the window with a soft sigh.

You let your own eyes wander out into the populated streets, a sinking feeling weighing you down into soft leather upon noticing not one person sparing a lingering glance towards the cafe, feet carrying them a further distance towards a more exciting, curb appealing, restaurant that would empty their wallets quicker than the plane ride that got them there in the first place.

You tried not to spare a glance at the showcase of fresh pies and sweet treats lined up perfectly at the front counter, ones that you had helped hand make yourself at six this morning, tried not to listen to the heavy breaths and small complaints of your father as he rolled out yet another slab of dough onto the back kitchen counter, limbs aching and fingers cramping from yet another day of hard work and no sales.

You tried to ignore the increasing stack of letters, with red bold print stamped onto the fronts, that were secretly tucked away from your eyes upon the old bookshelf lined with aged cookbooks. An attempt to keep you in the unknown at the financial crises the cafe was in, one that had been in your family for past generations, one that was laden with late night closings and early morning baking from each family to the next, one that had its heart and soul poured into every crevice.

One that was slipping away from you and your father, little by little each day.

/~/

Morning brought nothing but blue skies and soft winds, a perfect day for the beach, as almost every sign in town read, plastered about street corners and gift shops to the ever indulgent tourists. For you, it was just Friday, which meant your day off from helping run the shop and in turn attempting to keep caught up with the pile of homework that was steadily growing on your desk.

Finding your father in the kitchen with his usual cup of coffee, a cheap roast that was the routine start to every day, you greeted him with the usual smile, reaching for the orange juice sat on the counter for you readily. Another small act by your father, who still managed to smile despite the heavy weights perched on each shoulder hauntingly.

“You seeing your mom today?” He asked indifferently, which you supposed was for your own convenience. As if showing true emotion towards the predicament would ultimately upset you. Yet, being dismissive was just as bad. You decided not to voice your concerns though, as he was trying, in his own way. The situation was a sad one after all.

“Yeah, I’ll head over there before going to campus.”

He smiled at you over his cup of coffee, already dressed for the day, grey hair speckled against soft hazel, his eyes looking older than he was. You knew your father harbored troubles secretly, was not an open book when it came to you, because protecting you from the truth was easier than letting you in.

“I’ll tell her you said hello.”

“You do that darlin’, I’m sure she’d love to hear it.”

With that he was back to reading his paper, sipping dutifully from his cup, glasses perched low upon his nose.

/~/

Fluorescent bulbs made the room seem stiff, the cleansing smell of sterile sheets and floors making your nose itch from where you sat perched in a small lounge chair, your usual spot situated beneath a large window overlooking the boisterous town. The weight of a withering paperback sat comfortably in your lap, your feet propped up to the side of of the chair, the familiar symphony of beeps blaring out in the otherwise quiet room. Tubes of all shapes, all colors, twisted and bent together, all leading to one destination. The person in the hospital bed, eyes closed with faux breaths seemed like a mere stranger, had for the past six months. The tubes connecting to their body, head, arms, resembled vicious vines that were slowly closing in, sucking the artificial air right out of their lungs. The ICU was never over crowded, neither was the spacious hospital, fair in size compared to the one in the city, which was only an hours drive. Doctors often recognized you within the bleached walls, smiling a familiar yet otherwise empty greeting at you. It was common curtesy, came with the territory, you supposed. Mostly they knew you as the girl who visited her mother every Friday at ten in the morning, book clutched to chest and endless hope in your eyes. You knew they pitied you, it wasn’t hard to tell with how often the nurses came in to check on you during your usual two hour visits. You came to hate the sympathetic looks they’d send you every time you’d leave, hope once again shattered in disappointment. With a longing glance, you gazed upon the number of bodies swarming golden sand, kites of multicolors swaying through the wind translucently. You watched children splash through the waves, able to imagine the cheerful laughter bellowing from their little bodies at the pure joy that summer brought them, that your town provided them. Yet you couldn’t help but think how much pain it had brought you instead. “We never did learn to surf.” Producing the smallest of grins, your lips curling up in a reminiscent smile, you let your fingertips run over the smooth spine of the novel, a calming treasure that instantly stilled your rapid heart.

“We never did a lot of things, did we?”

This time you looked at her, truly saw her instead of pretending to look, just like you always did when you’d visit. The view from the twenty second floor had become your scapegoat during the long visits, your chest not being able to bear the sight of your own mother laying before you, unmoving and unaware.

“Hope I’m not interrupting?”

Two knocks tapped firmly against the slightly ajar door, a soft-spoken voice following soon after. You watched a tuft of blond hair peek around the corner, black thick framed glasses perched high upon the slope of a perfect nose; a man unknown to you.

“Uh, well… not really. Sorry, who exactly are you?”

Untucking your legs from the chair and ignoring the slight bouts of pain shooting through the muscles, you quickly stood, dropping your book into the cushioned seat of your absence. The man must have noticed your confused stare, since he muttered something to himself rather quickly, before letting out a somewhat embarrassed laugh.

“Sorry, you don’t know me, but I’m Doctor Kim’s intern.”

The man slowly pushed open the door, stepping into the room soon after, your eyes casting a study of the rather tall stranger from head to toe. He was young, had a boyish look to him that let you know he wasn’t someone to be intimidated by, especially with his Ryan printed dress shirt tucked into a pair of tight fitting slacks, a white medical coat finishing the rather bizarre ensemble.

It was obvious he dyed his hair, the pale blonde locks starting to darken near the roots, fringe styled up and away from his eyes, still allowing him to keep a speck of professionalism with him. You noticed his demeanor grow nervous, fingers fiddling with the three pens clipped into his coat pocket, instantly boosting your curiosity about the strange man.

“Intern? I didn’t know Doctor Kim had an intern, he never mentioned anything…” You trailed off, more so to yourself than anything else.

“Yes, well it’s only my third day so I’m sure he hasn’t had time to talk about me yet.”

He chuckled at his own joke, cheeks turning a shade darker while simultaneously prodding at his bottom lip, and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the guys attempt at humor. It was no wonder he was so fidgety and nervous, being fresh meat and all to the higher ups who worked around the clock at the hospital.

“Is he not in today?” Furrowing your brows in confusion, you thought back to the brief conversation you had with Doctor Kim over the phone the day before, where he promised to update you on any latest concerns or improvements on your next visit.

Unless there was nothing to tell, then he had no reason to show face after all.

“He had a family emergency he needed to tend to, and told me to check up on you to let you know.” Taking a step closer, shortening the large gap, he shot a blinding grin your way, dimples and all, before sticking out his hand rather confidently.

“I’m Doctor Kim, but you can call me Namjoon, since I’m sure that would get confusing in the future.”

Placing your palm into his much larger one, you were surprised at how gentle he shook your hand, letting the tips of his fingers brush against yours as he pulled away. Your cheeks were suddenly hot, head slightly dizzy from how quickly the man, Namjoon, went from shy and reserved to anything but.

“I’m ____.” You smiled, letting your hand fall back to your side, still slightly warm from his touch. You mentally scolded yourself for acting so insane, like you were thirteen again seeing a handsome face appear before you. How long had it been since you’d even last held someone’s hand?

It was pathetic really.

“Umm, Doctor Kim didn’t happen to mention any news on my mom, did he?”

Your fingers interlocked together, resting against your fluttering stomach, nails digging into the skin of your palms as you watched his face dim from pleasantly happy to sorrowful. It was a face you were used to, could practically see upon any person you came in contact with.

“No he didn’t, I’m sorry.” He turned to take a quick glance at the patient lying in the bed, monitor displaying a steady pulse, and nothing else. No activity, no consciousness, nothing. When he turned back to you, your hands fell in slight defeat, not even remotely disappointed as you should have been. The answer was always the same anyways.

“If there’s any changes, I’ll make sure to call you right away, if not me then Doctor Kim.”

With a weak nod, and forced smile of gratitude, you let out a sigh of acceptance, while reaching down to grab your backpack from its spot next to the chair.

“Thank you, it was nice meeting you Namjoon.”

You watched him walk backwards, clipboard in hand, while faintly bumping into the counter behind him on his way to the door, an embarrassed chuckle leaving his mouth in a rush. Holding up two fingers, he slightly waved a brief goodbye.

“You as well, ____.”

After he slipped through the door, leaving you once again standing in an eerie silence of repetitive beeps, you quickly slung your bag onto your shoulder while your hands curled over the plastic railing at the foot of the bed.

Her hair was brushed, strew out across the pillowcase in thin curls, the tube down her throat making you shudder, eyes closing at the image you’d rather not see, not have to bear any longer. When you opened them again, you had hoped she’d be staring back at you, that your mere presence would have been enough to wake her from the induced sleep she’d been put into.

You weren’t though, you weren't enough.

“See you next time.”

Stepping away from the bed was like leaving her all over again, saying goodbye to her just like you had those six months ago after she insisted that you do it, just in case, because life wasn’t all that kind and you would need the closure.

Just in case.

“By the way, dad says he misses you. We both do.”

With that you turned and left, unable to spare a single glance behind as you did.

/~/

“Fuck, that’s it, yes.”

Drops of sweat lined his brow, ran a path down his neck while dripping onto tainted sheets dirtied with cum and sweat. The girl on his cock bounced beautifully, tits slapping in his face with every drop, throat exposed and littered with red bites that would blossom into bruises lasting for days, a little reminder of her endeavors in his bed.

“O-h, fuck me harder, god your cock is fucking heaven!”

Hoseok smirked, fingertips digging harder into her hips, nails leaving crescent marks into the bones that protruded in his hold, helping push her back down onto him. She had an unyielding grip on the tufts of his hair, pulling at his roots hard enough that his jaw clenched in discomfort, but being balls deep in a wet cunt was undoubtedly worth the pain, especially when the girl knew how to roll her hips in a way that had him snarling the filthiest shit into her ear.

Removing a hand from her waist, Hoseok gripped the long black locks cascading down her back in a tight fist, pulling her head back and body into a perfect arch. He reveled in the whimper of pain that left her cherry coated lips, an eye for an eye and all that. Sitting up straighter, Hoseok held her down onto his cock, instructing her to grind on him while he ravished her perky little nipples, his free hand running down her ass to grab a cheek full of flesh.

Wrapping his lips around a nipple, he let his teeth scrape against the supple skin, earning a high pitched squeal from her in return. His tongue laved over her, tasting the salty tang on his tongue while leaving small nips and bites in his wake. It was enough to have her shaking atop him, thighs trembling and walls clenched.

Releasing his hold on her, he was none the gentle pushing her off of him, ignoring the confused pout she sent him while toppling down onto the plush bed. She really was a pillow princess, preferred to be doted on while being fucked into earth shattering orgasms. Hoseok didn’t give a fuck in the slightest, as he could take her however he wanted, position her how he wanted, and she’d let him, as long as she got to cum in the end. It was like having his own personal sex doll, just a living and breathing one at that.

Details.

“Hose-”

“Turn around, wanna fuck you from behind.”

And like that, her eyes were lighting up like he’d just asked her to meet him at the alter. Inside, Hoseok scoffed, noting the girl to be nothing more than a two timing slut that was bored with her below average husband, coming to him to show her the finer things in life. Like his cum down her throat and his hand prints on her ass.

“Mmm, okay.”

On his knees, one hand stroking himself as he impatiently watched her situate her body to his liking, chest flush to the bed and ass high in the air. On the outside, Hoseok was delighted at how shameless she was, her plush cheeks parting to give him a glimpse of what she was offering. On his tamer days, he might have asked if he could bury his face between those cheeks, letting her coat his tongue as he toyed with her well beyond her limit, but Hoseok was feeling especially selfish at the moment and so was his dick.

“Your ass is to die for, jesus christ.”

After letting one ringing slap land on her ass that jiggled beneath his palm, he lined the head of his cock to her cunt, not delaying his pleasure for any longer as he slid into her with ease, her walls clamping down around him in sudden shock.

“Warn me next time!” She whined, like the little brat she was. Hoseok ignored her, instead let his hands run down the slope of her spine, before once again grabbing her hair, this time with both hands, as leverage to fuck himself into her.

“God damn, your pussy is gold Mina, don’t know why you let that thing you call a man into it every night.”

Groans slipped from his throat, jumbled with her own screams and squeals as he impaled her on him with every snap of his hips, shallow and quick, his end rapidly approaching. He could feel it building in his stomach, abs tensed and balls tingling with every slap against her thighs.

“Yes, yes Hoseok, harder, fucking wreck me!”

He snarled, lips curling in and darkened with his impending climax. Bending down so his chest was flush against her back, he slowed his pace to deep rolls, cock bottoming out with every grind, never fully leaving the warmth she provided him.

“Fuck, take my cock you little slut.” His teeth clamped down onto the skin behind her ear, her own eyes rolling back into her head at the sultry words that left his mouth like honey, coating her entire body in nothing short of ecstasy.

“I’ll have you coming back to me, every single night, worshiping my cock like you were meant to do.” Hoseok chuckled, voice graveled and rough. “After all, that’s all slut’s like you are good for, right?”

“Yes! Yes, I’m such a fucking slut for your cock! Please, god please let me come, I can’t-”

“No. You don’t come until I fill your filthy cunt up, I want it dripping out of you when you leave, that way your devoted little husband knows what his wife was really up to tonight. How you were- “

Returning to his previous position, on his knees behind her, Hoseok pulled out until only the sensitive head was enveloped by her cunt, lips puffy and red from his brutal fucking. With a satisfied look, he held onto her hips, thumbs digging in for aided emphasis.

“Getting ruined by a cock worth cheating for.”

Heavy breaths, skin slapping, throaty groans, they all echoed off the walls of the room as Hoseok fucked her from behind like a starved man, hips pistoning into her pussy as he hung on the brink of sanity. His mind was cloudy, in a blissed daze with how intense his orgasm was going to be, he was going to come so fucking hard. He wouldn’t be surprised if he passed the fuck out right after.

Which would most likely piss of the withering girl beneath him, but it’s not like he especially cared.

He could always compensate her in other ways.

“Fucking hell, I‘m gonna cum, fuck, fuck, gonna fill you and fuck it out of you…”

“Oh god, it’s so good, shit!” He could hear her cries, tears staining his pillow as she bit into the fabric to keep from biting her own damn lips. He swiveled his hips, fucking up into her while throwing his head back, releasing an audible groan that was most likely heard by the staff scattered around his house, but he didn’t care, because he was going to bust the biggest fucking nut in her in about two seconds and-

“Hello, Hello! How’s my fav- Oh, Hoseokie, I didn’t know you had company.”

The ever annoyingly grating voice of his brother was suddenly cock blocking his efforts, all singsong and sarcastic as he stood in the doorway with a grin that demanded attention despite his current predicament. It was obvious he didn’t care in the slightest about interrupting, with how he leaned against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, eyebrows raised expectantly.

Stopping mid-thrust, Hoseok eyed Seokjin over his shoulder with an annoyed look, hair disheveled and still balls deep in a now embarrassed and pliant girl beneath him. He scoffed. Now she chose to get all shy.

“Come along little brother, a family discussion is in order.”

Orgasm now miles away, cock softening instantly at the sight of his cheerful hyung in colorful prints and looking especially glowing despite having caught his baby brother mid-fuck, Hoseok let out a groan of frustration while removing himself from the bed, slipping back into a pair of black silk shorts.

“Really hyung? You couldn’t wait another ten fucking seconds?”

The girl slid out his bed soon after, wrapping a fluffy blanket around her body to maintain some modesty while averting her eyes downwards as she beelined it towards the door with clothes in hand, her escape being blocked by a broad shouldered Seokjin who eyed her with a faux smile, all judgement but too nice to let it show on his face.

“I’ll just umm, be leaving now. Hello Seokjin, nice seeing you again.”

Stepping aside to allow her room to pass, Seokjin gave a brief nod of his head, excellent at maintaining a nonchalant composure despite the situation. “You too Mina, do make sure and say hello to Charles for me would you?”

Hoseok outright laughed, shaking his head at the way his brother was able to execute an outright stab in the back while charming his words with a pleased smile. The girl look horrified, and the least bit ashamed as she sprinted out of the room, the front door of his house slamming only seconds later.

“That was low, even for you.”

“I don’t think you’re one to be lecturing me little brother. Downstairs in five, and wash your face, that color of lipstick doesn’t suit your complexion.”

/~/

“You really should work on not sleeping with married women.” Seokjin drawled on from his reclined position on Hoseok’s leather couch, legs crossed in a pristine professionalism that made the younger man roll his eyes upon entering the room.

Freshly showered and sporting comfortable clothing, black jeans and a matching hoodie, Hoseok had made sure to rub a quick one off before coming downstairs. To ease him into a more relaxed state, a nicer mood. Fuck knows he’d need it to deal with a temperamental Seokjin.

“You know me hyung, I never turn a willing participant away.”

He smirked, plopping down into the plush recliner across from the couch, making sure to keep his distance from the frown that was slowly forming on his brother’s face.

“She’s married you idiot, I thought you’d know better. If something like this gets out-” The older male shook his head at his brothers tendency to overlook the consequences that didn’t concern himself. It wasn’t often he received a call from his father telling him to go and scold the youngest of the family, even though Seokjin found himself doing that more than not on his own accord. Their father rarely got involved, and that simple fact made him just the slightest bit on edge.

“It’ll be bad for business, sales will go down, yeah I fucking know. You make sure and tell me every time you barge in here without knocking. This is my house you know.”

Hoseok’s irritation was slowly reaching its limit. Biting his tongue had never been a strong suit for him, and instead he chose to dig his nails into the fabric of the chair while giving his brother an annoyed stare.

“A house you didn’t pay for.”

“Details.”

“Father called. He wants to see you in his office tomorrow.”

He swallowed, pushed back the anxiety that instantly swarmed his body upon the mentioning of his sperm donor. Not like he had ever been a fucking dad to him anyways. Hoseok grew up with multiple nanny’s playing the role of mom after his birth one kicked the bucket after bringing him into this world. His step mom wasn’t any better, a statue could be more nurturing than that hellish woman.

“Why?”

Seokjin could hear the slight panic in his brother’s voice, simply because he knew him as well as he did. To others, it would come off as indifferent, uncaring of such an issue.

“Most likely another fuck up on your part.”

Hoseok let out an amused chuckle, while brushing away the fringe from his face and relaxing back into the chair, eyes closed and head tilted back into a temporary rest. He could hear the sound of Seokjin sipping at his coffee, the waves as they rolled onto the beach, with his house being only a few short steps away.

“Well, what’s fucking new.”

/~/

The campus was never overly crowded on Friday’s, especially during Summer term where people often chose to party on the beach instead of drowning in assignments and part-time jobs. You almost preferred the lack of people when you visited, it was easier to find unoccupied tables at ideal locations to study at instead of in the library that was suffocatingly stuffy, in a used books sort of way.

Noon was approaching as you sat under a large oak, hot sun blocked from view by the winding branches overhead. The grass felt cool against your bare legs, shoes kicked off to let your feet breath from the constant walking you had done earlier in the day, the strands of green tickling your toes whenever you shifted into a more comfortable position.

The courtyard was empty, save for you and one other person lounging at a nearby picnic table. You had been attempting to read the newest chapter of your economics book for the past half hour, yet your attention was always pulled back to the patch of yellow daisies to your left. Minor distractions kept pushing their way to the forefront of your mind, and sadly, you knew that you’d most likely get no studying done today with your ability to focus nonexistent.

Deeming it pointless to further pretend you were making any progress towards your studies, you slammed the heavy front of your textbook closed, shoving it back into your bag with a defeated look. You were about to reach for your phone to invite Tae out to lunch when a familiar high pitched, shrill voice, distracted you, your head peering around the edge of the tree to see Yuna herself talking carelessly loud on her phone.

“But Minnie! I was really looking forward to this trip with you!”

“Minnie! Don’t you care how I’m suffering right now?  Just cancel your meeting!”

“Forget it, there’s no way you can possibly make this up to me!”

“......Did you say Chanel?”

“Gold with glitter jewels?”

“You’re the best Minnie! I’ll see you tonight, and I’ll wear the red dress just for you.”

Min Yuna held a certain aura that demanded everyone’s attention, whether good or bad. It wasn’t hard to miss her extravagant appearance; styled voluminous curls cascading down her back, fire red faux leather jacket perched upon her shoulders with a tight black mini skirt to match, and you scoffed when you noticed how it barely covered her ass. Her legs looked even longer, leaner, in the five inch stilettos she sported, despite the uneven terrain of the college.

Speaking of college.

“Yah! Yuna, why don’t you shut up, some people are trying to get some work done here.”

It wasn’t a secret that you despised her, everyone in town knew it, she knew it, even the ocean knew it, as it often got an earful of your complaints whenever you were forced to be within five feet of the devil in Prada.

If looks could kill, you would have surely gone up in flames the minute her gaze found your own, already immensely irritated that you had even dared utter a word to her. She still had the phone pressed to her ear, yet glossy red lips were now set into a sneer at your rude interruption. Quickly muttering something into the phone, to whom you had no idea, she ended the call before strutting your way, that obviously meant your impending doom, in her eyes at least.

To you, she was the least intimidating person you’d ever met.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than bud into people's lives that aren’t your own?” Yuna snapped aggressively, standing to your left with her arms crossed and hip jutted out. Looking up from your spot on the ground, your eyes squinted at the blurry image of her angered face, the sun’s brightness blocking your view, which you quickly shielded with your hand.

“Don’t you know that your voice is annoying? No one wants to hear what the hell you’re wearing to the club Yuna, no one gives a shit.”

A small ‘hmph’ passed through her lips, eyes rolling at your obvious judgement towards her. It wasn’t like you to stick around, picking fights with her, because in your eyes it deemed you no better than her. Yet a large part of you was still upset over how she had treated Taehyung, had practically kicked him to the curb for the thousandth time. So maybe indulging in a petty feud, for the sake of your friend, was worth it.

“At least I have somewhere to be tonight. All you ever do is sit around with your books, all by yourself, don’t you care that you have no fucking life?”

Anger burned hot in your chest, hatred for the pest standing before you boiling over into your veins, making your fists clench with unreleased fury, because you were not a violent person, even though you wanted nothing more than to land a punch square in her perfectly, fake nose.

Slipping your shoes back on while zipping up your bag, your education the last thing on your mind now, you stood up with determined eyes, and maybe Yuna saw how clearly pissed you were, as she took a large step back, chin jutted up with confidence that she’d have the last say.

“Listen, people may grovel at your feet, but I’m not one of them. I don’t care what you have to say, and I don’t particularly care that I chose to focus on my future instead of acquiring a new STD every night. You’re nothing Yuna, and your words mean nothing to me.”

You were getting too heated, venomous words spilling from your mouth in uncontrolled rage. It bothered you that she was able to slither her way under your skin so easily. You weren’t a confrontational person, in fact you really hated calling out anyone on their mistakes. Yet something about Yuna made you angrier than you’d ever been in your entire life, and with that came the desire to confront her, to call her out for being a complete nightmare to anyone she crossed paths with.

Inhaling a few, much needed breaths of air into your lungs, rant now fizzled out into a simmering vexation, you watched on with satisfaction at the look of shock that crossed over her features. You had never dared to be so bold in the past, and could tell that a part of her was perplexed by it.

“Obviously my words do mean something, or else you wouldn’t be getting so upset by them.”

She smirked, eyes darkened and ready for the kill. A look of unfamiliarity settled upon her face, one that sent warning signals to your brain, that it was a good time to flee and accept your small victory. Though, a brief thought crossed your mind, that maybe you had underestimated just how cruel Min Yuna could truly be.

“Why don’t you run home and focus on your own life,  ____. With your father and his dying business. It’s obvious he could use the help, as his usual partner is well, a little preoccupied.”

A sickening sensation flared up in your chest, Yuna’s words snaked with thorns that tore into your heart, embedding themselves until you were bleeding openly from within. Recognition crossed over her face, a triumphant grin eerily stretching across her lips, a red that reminded you of the devil himself. All evil and no remorse, no conscious.

“H-how could you even say that to me?”

The unadulterated shock prevented the rage from overtaking you, stopped the tears from freely falling in response to her cruel words. Your family’s personal matters were no secret among the town, word traveled fast through a small vicinity, and people liked to partner gossip with their daily brunch. It was hard, receiving pitying looks from locals whenever you’d pass by, their condolences sent with the usual frown and diverted eyes.

Yet no one dared to ever ask you about your mom, not having the courage to shed light on such a sensitive topic. Except for Yuna, with unwavering confidence and a skill for mapping out a person's biggest weakness.

Now broken into a temporary silence, your previous fire having been diminished with icy words that cut across your skin like blades, Yuna gave a tilt of her head, hair flicking flawlessly behind her shoulder with one quick sweep of her hand.

“Oh darling, how could I not?”

Giving you one last glance with her eyes full of judgement and contempt, Yuna gracefully spun on her patent heels, strutting away through the courtyard with the final word, the shattered pieces of your armor trailing behind her.

/~/

“You’re going to be sweating whiskey and tequila if you don’t slow the hell down.”

The ever present, ever judging stare of Taehyung burned holes into the side of your face as you tipped another shot back of whatever type of liquor you held in your hand, the burn feeling similar to molten fire as it slid down your throat. You were not much of a drinker, in fact, the only time you had ever truly been three sheets to the wind was freshman year of high school, where you had discovered a forgotten bottle of Vodka underneath the kitchen counter during your parent's weekend getaway.

It was Taehyung too, that had saved you that time. When he had found you, upside down over the back of the couch with flushed cheeks and all smiles, he had broken down into hysteric laughs at the image itself. Sure, he had spent a majority of the night holding your hair back while both your lunch and dinner returned tenfold, yet he was there by your side, puke and all.

Now, he wasn’t exactly smiling. More like frowning intently at your drunken stupor, while watching you slip into an area of self loathing and regret. Typical actions for many on a Friday night, but for you, a rare occurrence. You were known for keeping your emotions in check, hardly letting anything break through the walls you had successfully built around yourself. Yet, such defenses had all been blown to bits by none other than the devil incarnate herself.

“Okay, that’s enough. Give me that!” The small shot glass was ripped from your lips, which you fought for rather diligently in return. Though your strength was nothing compared to Taehyung’s and you could only imagine what you both looked like, struggling over an empty glass of tequila like children.

“Yah! Stop, I’m not done yet! I could go all night!”

Hearing a frustrated huff fall from his lips, you finally let go of the glass with a threatening glare, yet Taehyung didn’t seem the least bit affected by your expression. Instead he stood up from the bar stool, sliding the glass along the counter, down and away from your prying hands.

“If you keep this shit up, you’ll be completely wasted within thirty minutes.”

You watched him lean his side against the bar, shaggy locks falling into his eyes which he blew away with a single breath. You frowned.

“What’s wrong with that? Can’t I live a little?”

“It’s nine thirty! Who the hell gets drunk off their ass at nine thirty at night?”

The club, il’Ricco, was nothing short of extravagant, far from the usual dingy and sketchy hole in the ground that people were known to visit on the regular. Honestly, it had been a surprise you and Taehyung had even been able to get into the place, as the line normally wrapped around the building and down the block with people waiting impatiently to have a night they’d never forget, or most likely would, when morning came around.

The both of you had only waited a short hour and a half to get in, with him complaining about his feet hurting every five minutes while leaning against your side like an overgrown puppy. You had just scoffed at his whines, since you had been the one in heels, not him.

From outside, the three story building looked rather plain, red bricks and a single sign that hung from above the entrance. It was nothing like what you’d find in the city, yet for a small town, its curb appeal had been better than expected. Upon stepping foot onto velvet floors encased within black walls, lights strung from ceiling to ceiling with refined elegance, you had seemed to enter an alternate reality, intruding into an atmosphere that you were clearly not a part of.

It was a palace for the elite, whose pockets were full of cash, with lives to match their frivolous spending. Where women were dressed to the nines in designer fabrics, and men were decked out in Italian and Rolex's that cost more than your tuition itself. Every single person looked pristine, flawless in their appearance, and you had instantly felt out of place within seconds.

Taehyung hadn’t cared that he was dressed in a pair of black slacks, baby blue shirt tucked in rather carelessly that hung from his shoulders in a loose manner. Somehow, he still managed to pull off such a look. Your friend was the epitome of beauty, you had discovered long ago. His features sharp and defined, gaze either cold or welcoming depending on his mood.

Maybe, if you hadn’t known him since the first grade, where you had caught him eating a stick of glue, while proceeding to cry because his lips were stuck together, you could have fallen hard for him. Yet some people were meant to last a lifetime, simply as each other's support systems, lifelines when things got shaky, someone to help you back onto your feet when things got rough. That was who Taehyung was for you, a constant in your life, a person you trusted one hundred percent and more.

You were almost jealous of the confidence he harbored within a single stare, and how he effortlessly seemed to fit into the atmosphere of people. You on the other hand, seemed to stick out like an unwanted scuff on their shoes. Or, that’s what it felt like to you at least. You had put on one of the three dresses you had hanging in your closet, untouched since you’d bought it last June. A simple off the shoulder black dress, that fell above your knees with a plunging v-neckline that showed a fair amount of cleavage, yet not too much that would be considered un-tasteful to your standards.

In reality, you felt rather naked. The most skin you were used to showing were your legs, whenever the off chance happened that you left your house in a pair of shorts. Taehyung had whistled when he’d picked you up, keys swinging around his finger from where he’d been leaning against the passenger door of his beat up Ford.

“Don’t you look hot. What’s the occasion?”

“I have a date with Tequila Rose.”

With Taehyung by your side though, you felt some of your worries melt away, with the aid of the alcohol currently brimming in your veins as well. You weren’t drunk, just carefree enough to forget about your day, and Yuna herself. Which had been your plan all along.

You felt a twinge of guilt creep up your shoulders though, because you were acting more of a nuisance than a friend at the moment, completely neglecting Taehyung’s own feelings in your search for intoxication. With a long sigh, and a look that screamed ‘forgive me’, you gently nudged his arm to gain his attention.

“Sorry.”

Upon hearing your apology, the permanent frown that had previously accompanied his face slowly morphed into one of reassurance, his hand coming out to shove your shoulder just the slightest, before pinching your cheek between his thumb and finger.

“How can I stay mad at this face?” He cooed, and you were quick to bat away his hand with a laugh, aware that people had been watching the whole interaction from the start. You could practically feel their judging stares burning holes into the back of your skull, yet the anxiety you had once felt had soon diminished and faded away into nothing. You were determined to have a good time.

“I’ll go get you some water okay? Dilute some of that tequila before you pass out.”

“But I’m not even dru-!”

You words fell into silence at his already retreating form, pushing through the crowd to hunt down the bartender for a bottle of water. You faintly smiled, thankful for having such a friend by your side, despite the troubles you put him through.

“Finally alone, I see?”

You felt your skin prick at the unfamiliar voice by your ear, a soft tone that you’d barely heard over the bass of the music. The presence of a warm body was felt behind you, looming over your shoulder, and you swore you felt a breath caress your exposed neck, causing a wave of shivers to fall over your body. You were quick to spin in your seat, hand supporting yourself on the edge of the counter as you came face to chest with someone entirely unknown to you.

The first thing you noticed were silver pants, taught against thighs that brushed your knees as you spun around. Looking up, you were met with blond hair, fringe styled into an uneven part away from his face, with mischievous eyes that seemed to consume your own in a heated stare. Drink in hand, the other resting casually in his pocket, you eyed the man curiously. You couldn’t help but notice how close he was to you, obviously lacking the knowledge of personal space.

“Umm…”

You felt rather small, looking up at the stranger. In your seated position, he stood with a grace that could only come with years of harbored confidence and luxury. His attire was exotic, making him stand out among the mass of people. The white dress shirt tucked into his pants stretched tight against his chest, the faint outline of his stomach seemingly noticeable with how near your eyes were to it, the first three buttons undone for people to catch a teasing glance of honeyed skin.

“What is it doll? At a loss for words?” Heart shaped lips turned up into a knowing smirk, as if he could tell where your eyes had been roaming for the past ten seconds. Seeing his eyes briefly flicker down from your face, with a dreadful realization you noticed that you provided him with a clear view of your chest from where he stood. Your cheeks flushed the slightest, unable to thoroughly cover yourself. You blamed the heat overcoming your body on the alcohol itself, instead of the painfully handsome male in front of you.

“You’re awfully close.”

You kept your tone light, despite the increasing anxiety pooling in your belly at how you were being looked at. For some reason, he made you nervous, provided you with the struggle of meeting his eyes when he was unwavering with his proximity towards you.

“I could get closer.” He teased, reaching behind you to place his glass of whiskey on the counter. You leaned back as he drew nearer to you, his hand hovering next to yours on the edge of the bar. Your pulse sped up to rapid beats, the stranger invading your senses in more ways than one.

“I’ve been looking at you all night sweetheart. You’ve been sitting here in your pretty dress, and no one’s come up to talk to you. How can that be?”

His head tilted to the side, eyes glinting playfully in the florescent lights of the club. You swallowed rather harshly at the tension forming between your body and his, his chest briefly brushing against your shoulder as he pulled away, before accompanying the empty seat next to yours.

You hadn't expected anyone to approach you tonight, as it was obvious you and Taehyung were outsiders in foreign territory. Though you hadn’t missed the many longing stares from women towards your friend, their interests obviously peaked at a new face, yet too shallow to talk with someone of such lower class.

“Can I buy you a drink?” He grinned, voice smooth and sharp as ice, slender fingers drumming on the counter leisurely. You watched the way the muscles of his forearm flexed from where it was perched on the edge of the bar, cuffs rolled up to his elbows tastefully.

“Sorry, I think I’m cut off for the night.” You sent him a sheepish smile, crossing one leg over the other out of nervous habit, the presence of such a man making you unsure. You weren’t timid when it came to flirting, yet you had never been approached by a person with a face belonging to that of a god, and irritatingly enough, it was overly intimidating.

“By who, that guy you came in with?” He scoffed, obvious judgement laced within his words, and instantly you were put on alert, fingers harshly gripping the counter. You could tell the man obviously thought nothing of Taehyung, despite having not even spoken a single word to him. His demeanor was relaxed, like he was just waiting for you to fall into his grasp so easily, as if it would take nothing at all.

“Yeah, that guy I came in with. Sorry, but I don’t want you to buy me anything.”

At the change in your voice, he sat up a little straighter, the shine in his eyes dimming down to a darker stare that held the intent to ruin and destroy. At the knowledge that his plans were not happening the way he had desired, you saw the apparent change in his demeanor, the playful glance he had welcomed you with still present, yet the conversation shifting drastically from light to defensive and unwelcoming.

“You sure about that sweetheart? You do know I can actually afford the drinks here, right?”

The endearment made your skin crawl, no longer wanting to be in the presence of someone so egotistical, despite how attractive you found the guy. You knew his type too well, and the obvious attraction you had felt towards him from the start was slowly being overshadowed with the want to completely leave his company altogether.

“What makes you think I can’t? I wouldn’t be throwing around your money so carelessly, especially when it comes to women. I’m sure you know firsthand how greedy they can be.”

Satisfaction ran through you at his obvious surprise at your words, as if he had never had someone speak so freely to him, especially a stranger no doubt. It was as if you could see the gears spinning in his head, deciding if he should proceed with you, or give up completely. Yet something told you this man liked a challenge, and that was what worried you most of all.

“Feisty little thing aren’t you?” He chuckled, leaning forward in his seat to once again invade your space, hand sliding along the counter to a resting position beside your arm. One leg was stretched out on the other side of your own seat, giving you a feeling of being caged in, caught in the lion's den with no escape. You prayed for Taehyung to make his return sooner rather than later.

“I’m just going to get straight to the point.” He spoke low, voice a smooth drawl that affected you in more ways than one, despite your apparent dislike towards him. “You look fucking delicious in this dress, and I’d like to take you home, and show you a good time.”

Shock crossed over your face at his boldness, words cutting against your resolve, leaving your fingers shaking just the slightest against the marbled counter top. His hand slid smoothly atop your own, stilling the tremors as you felt the sudden warmth of his touch against your fingers. You didn’t shake him off straight away, which he took as a sign to proceed, when in fact you were too stunned to push him away, gather yourself and head straight for the exit.

“I’d love nothing more than to bend you over this counter right now and have my way with you. You have a mouth on you sweetheart, and I’m dying to shove something between those pretty lips of yours to shut you up.”

Your eyes widened at the abruptness of his words, mouth parted in silent awe at the sheer filth that coated his lips deliciously. Harboring hatred towards yourself for being even the slightest bit affected by his desires, you quickly flung his hand off your own, resulting in him leaning back and away from you with a satisfied grin, one that clearly let on just how much he knew his words had impacted you. Grabbing at his drink once again, you ignored the way his throat flexed with every gulp as he downed the bitter liquid expertly. Pink lips curved over the rim of the glass, glistening and plump, with the intent to make your breathing uneven, your knees shake, despite your rising anger.

Determined to have the last word, at least once today, you stood up abruptly from your chair, legs just the slightest bit wobbly; determination presented itself across your face as you prepared to give the bastard one hell of a goodbye speech. Yet you never got the chance, as a hand suddenly encased your upper arm, the familiar touch of your friend grounding you back into a calm state, enough to instantly lose the need to buy an outrageously priced cocktail to spill over the man’s head with triumph.

“Turns out they ran out of water, let’s go.”

Without another second wasted, Taehyung was turning you around towards the exit, having witnessed the later part of your interaction with the stranger, though unable to have heard the words he had sultrily whispered to you with ambition.

“So, I’m taking your leave as a no?”

The man spoke casually from behind you, halting both your and Taehyung’s steps. The tone of his voice gave no hints at any harboring disappointment at the inability to win you over, as if he’d never expected to grace you with his time in the first place. Turning back around, you gave him an exasperated look, clearly annoyed at his undying persistence. Behind you, you could practically feel Taehyung glowering at the guy, and knowing how short of a fuse he held when it came to men bothering you just the slightest amount. The last thing you wanted was for him to cause an unnecessary scene.

“My answer will always be no.”

Sending him the sweetest smile you could muster up, despite your sour mood, you didn’t stick around long enough to witness his reaction at your words, knowing he was most likely unaffected at such a loss. He probably had women lined up to spend a night with him, and you highly doubted you’d leave him with any lingering thoughts of you afterwards.

“Come on. I have a bottle of wine at the house.”

It was your turn to grab Taehyung’s arm, gesturing towards the exit with quick steps, wanting to leave as quickly as you’d come. It had been a mistake to ever ponder into unwelcome territories, and you hated yourself for wasting your Friday night, and Taehyung’s, at such a place.

“I’m drinking the entire thing, you owe me ____.”

Taehyung’s brassy laugh was heard to your left, his form already retreating swiftly through the double doors, a neon green ‘Exit’ sign flashing above them. Your steps slowed, too lost in realization as you caught sight of Yuna herself out of the corner of your eye. The source of your bad night was sat sideways across the lap of an unknown man, who had his face buried deep into her neck as she shook with exaggerated laughs.

Once again reminded of why you had ventured out with the intent to drown your sorrows in alcohol in the first place, you practically ran towards the double doors that would offer you freedom and peace of mind once again. Nothing good had come from your adventurous night out, nothing at all.

As you quickly caught up with Taehyung waiting outside, you vowed to never step foot into il’Ricco ever again.

[starlights-and-submarines]

♡ 70 Questions ♡

I was tagged by @raiiion tysm! sorry it’s late! Also this is more like,, 59 questions bc some are missing. I tag whoever wants to do this! 01: do you have a good relationship with your parents? Yep for the most part!! 02: who did you last say “i love you” to? My mom x3 03: do you regret anything? The only thing i really end up regretting is having regrets in the first place tbh bc no one has a straight line in life and i want to remember that as much as i can 04: are you insecure? yUP 05: what is your relationship status? In a relationship 06: how do you want to die? ??????? I dont think about how I want to die except the fact i want it to not be inconvenient to anyone ajduehde 07: what did you last eat? A sausage, egg and cheese sandwich. 08: played any sports? Badminton, soccer and ??? american handball if that counts,,, kinda volleyball but not really i got increasingly worse at it as i attempted to continue 09: do you bite your nails? yeh 10: when was your last physical fight? i have no idea 11: do you like someone? yeh 12: have you ever stayed up 48 hours? In the past yeah 13: do you hate anyone at the moment? No 14: do you miss someone? Nah everyone is pretty around atm 15: have any pets? Two, a cat and dog! 16: how exactly are you feeling at the moment? Pretty good, no real problems. 17: ever made out in the bathroom? No and I’m not sure if I ever want to. 18: are you scared of spiders? yES sort of 19: would you go back in time if you were given the chance? Nah 20: where was the last place you snogged someone? uh idk? XD 21: what are your plans for this weekend? I’m currently writing this at the end of the weekend and my plans were to do whatever i had to do and have nothing in line for the rest of the hours apparently 22: do you want to have kids? how many? I love babbus but they are not on the agenda rn 23: do you have piercings? how many? I have two in my ear XD like just regular piercings 24: what is/are/were your best subject(s)? I was an all around student but I guess english, history and math ;u; but i am bad at all of these so wtf school was a lie 25: do you miss anyone from your past? Of course! 26: what are you craving right now? Nothing owo 27: have you ever broken someone’s heart? Probably 28: have you ever been cheated on? Yep 29: have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry? Yes but hopefully not for a really bad reason?? It happens when the convos got deep and that’s happened to me for years quq 30: what’s irritating you right now? Nothing owo 31: does somebody love you? Yeah! 32: what is your favourite color? It changes ALL the time. Right now it’s orange. 33: do you have trust issues? Yep 34: who/what was your last dream about? I’m not sure entirely, but lately all of my dreams have been like,, one full day of my life. Then I wake up and none of the stuff actually happened. 35: who was the last person you cried in front of? I dont know if it was my mom or a friend 36: do you give out second chances too easily? Probably XD 37: is it easier to forgive or forget? Forgive for me 38: is this year the best year of your life? No? But idk what the best year of my life would be 39: how old were you when you had your first kiss? Like 9 or 11 I have no idea and it was by a weird like two year younger than me person,, life is jacked 40: have you ever walked outside completely naked? Do you take constructive criticism on your questions xD jk but no 51: favourite food? Idk, chicken nuggets or pizza 52: do you believe everything happens for a reason? I guess? OwO 53: what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night? Played toy blast auhduehd 54: is cheating ever okay? nO 55: are you mean? I hope not?? 56: how many people have you fist fought? I never fist fought anyone asdf 57: do you believe in true love? I think it’s possible for sure :0 58: favourite weather? Rainy! 59: do you like the snow? Yup yup! 60: do you wanna get married? Maybe one day, but nothing extravagant. To me, marriage is a bonding session where you spend more money than necessary and love someone the same way you do in house clothes but in fancy clothes. 61: is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby? I think it is so long as it’s not every single sentence I would start laughing 62: what makes you happy? Other people being happy! 63: would you change your name? Nah 64: would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed? Yeah bc idk where they are and I dont care to know 65: your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do? Reciprocate or let them down easy? XD Idk what was this question 66: do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around? ,,,yes?? 67: who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to? a friend?? XD what are these questions 68: who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with? @angelsocean 69: do you believe in soulmates? Sure! Anything goes as they say 70: is there anyone you would die for? the world o_o

[sourmonj]

Get to know me tag ♡

Sweet and lovely @diolympius tagged me in this funny and curious tag. tysm cinnamon roll 🌸 (yeh, I know,, what the actual truck) 


RULES: you must answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people. 




1. drink: coke,


2. phone call: @chewitgeum (aka Seum)


3. text message: my father


4. song you listened to: Outro: Divina Comedia by GD


5. time you cried: literally and tbh i stopped crying when i started doing this tag c:


6. dated someone twice: couple of months ¿


7. kissed someone and regretted it: i have a very clear memory of a couple years ago,, i was a little bit drunk...


8. been cheated on: three or four years


9. lost someone special: i haven't till the moment


10. been depressed: depression is like my current imaginary friend, with whom I sleep with and listen to good music till I fall sleep


11. gotten drunk and thrown up: like a year or so ¿

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:


12-14. Yellow, navy blue, aqua.


IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:


15. made new friends: yup 


16. fallen out of love: out ¿ is that smith you can do? lol


17. laughed until you cried: everyday, yeah


18. found out someone was talking about you: no that I remember 🤔


19. met someone who changed you: yeh


20. found out who your friends are: I've known that since highschool (two years or more)


21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: lol yes


22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: All of them,, I'm not the type of person that friends someone on fb I don't know


23. do you have any pets: a very big dog ❤️


24. do you want to change your name: nope, I love it 

25. what did you do for your last birthday: my friends came over and we stayed at my place eating ice cream and pizza and have late night talks until neither our brains or the music stopped,, my best bd ever 

26. what time did you wake up: from Sunday to Sunday I wake up at 6:00 am


27. what were you doing at midnight last night: Netflix :)


28. name something you can’t wait for: living in Seoul with my best friends in the galaxy ㅠ ㅠ


29. when was the last time you saw your mom: I'm with her rn 

30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my indecision and my tendency to doubt of everyone and everything 🙃


31. what are you listening to right now: the creepy noise my washing machine does at midnight


32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: my cousin's name is Thomas and my ex-boyfriends brother's name was Thomas too, does that count?


33. something that is getting on your nerves: freAKING MONEY


34. most visited website: YOUTUBE AND TUMBLR AND WATTPAD AND AO3 AND TWITTER DON'T JUDGE ME 


35-37. 


38. hair colour: very dark brown


39. long or short hair: I have short hair now


40. do you have a crush on someone: yehet 


41. what do you like about yourself: my collarbones,, and after that, everything i can’t see on the mirror


42. piercings: I have two on my right ear (besides the typical earring one) and I have the millennial-hipster one on my nose


43. bloodtype: A~ positive


44. nickname: Jay,, Majin or just Majo (latin girl, yup)


45. relationship status: in love with idols don't possibly know I exist.


46. zodiac: Aries


47. pronouns: whut 


48. favourite tv show: OITNB until whichever season poussey is awfully killed by the writers, Shameless (US), and Friends, oh, and the Simpsons 


49. tattoos: soon :) 

50. right or left handed: right handed.


51. surgery: nah


52. piercing: again ?


53. sport: i do dancing, athleticism, volleyball and some weird shit too 🤣


55. vacation: I went to Brazil once ¿)
 I want to go on a tour through Asia and Europe.

56. pair of trainers: socks and wooden floor so I can slice


57. eating: a dunkin' butter donut


58. drinking: aloe water


59. i’m about to: do my nails while watching House of Cards tbh


61. waiting for: my bills to get paid by everyone but me


62. want: my low self-esteemed biases to be fucking happy.


63. get married: a gentleman


64. career: I will found with my sisters of different mother a Entertainment Company and I'll be one of the creatives and the main publisher. 


WHICH IS BETTER


65. hugs or kisses: a warm hug when crying 

66. lips or eyes: both,, I can't pick just lips :) sorry
or maybe i actually can 

67. shorter or taller: taller definitely, i’m quite short already (5′2′’)


68. older or younger: i don’t really mind,,


70. nice arms or nice stomach: nice smile


71. sensitive or loud: any when needed


72. hook up or relationship: both :))


73. troublemaker or hesitant: one who hesitates to make trouble ¿ 


HAVE YOU EVER

74. kissed a stranger: yes


75. drank hard liquor: yeh


76. lost glasses/contact lenses: do not wear them,, I lost my mother's once, does that count?.


77. turned someone down: yup


78. sex on the first date: never


79. broken someone’s heart: i had and it was painfully necessary bc there was nothing to fix anymore


80. had your heart broken: same person from above, funny thing


81. been arrested: :) almost


82. cried when someone died: I cried really hard when Michael Jackson died, and I was like ten at the time lol and in every drama or movie i cry when someone dies,, rry nt srry


83. fallen for a friend: one-sided-friend,, yeh 


DO YOU BELIEVE IN:


84. yourself: sometimes


85. miracles: yes


86. love at first sight: no, but I might get a little bit romantic sometimes


87. santa clause: i did before heartfully and I do now for convenience 😈


88. kiss on the first date: it depended on my mood


89. angels: yes 


OTHER:


90. current best friend’s name: I have been so blessed I have three: Seum-Seum, Baeyoungie and Jeongji eomma :)


91. eye colour: brown


92. favourite movie: I have 234567 favorite movies,, don't make me start


i tag: @rinacchin @fragmentedfaith @teddycheol @multifandom-hoes (sunbae) and wonderful @chewitgeum (i don’t gave tweNTY TUMBLR FRIENDS I WANT TO TAG GIVE ME A BREAK)

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Boston Chelsea Hotel Prologue (Trixya) - Evelyn

Hey everybody, it’s Evelyn here. Thank you so much for sticking with me until I fully translated the prologue. I worked my ass off to put this thing out today so here you have it! The prologue. Finally. Oh God, I’m loving this story. And please keep in mind English is not my first language, even if the lovely VicThirteen helped me a lot. Tysm boo!

Plot: Brian Firkus is a young make-up artist who works for a theater company in Boston, and lives at the Boston Chelsea Hotel. Everything is fine, except for his weird neighbor Katya, a mysterious girl who infests Brian’s life like a ghost. Until one day…

Prologue – Brian Firkus

I saw Katya for the first time on the 13th of April. I’ve never been a lucky person but I can say that, maybe, the sequence of unfortunate events that brought me to that hallway in the Chelsea Hotel in Boston that night of the 13th of April wasn’t that bad. If every tear, in hindsight, if every drop of blood and sweat, brought me to my actual situation, suffering was truly worth it. I don’t know why destiny chose me to live the extraordinary facts that I’ve experienced. Katya would say it’s God’s work. I don’t believe in him, in God. But I believe in myself now, and in her, who was, is, and forever will be, my rock, my dream, my inspiration. And I’ll be hers. Whoever isn’t ready to take this path with us, closes the book right away. But I beg you to stay! Let me reassure your faith. Because, even if everything seems over, and you see no escape, the light at the end of the tunnel may be you and yourself only. And so, our story begins on that 13th of April.

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The sky of Boston is completely obscured by a blanket of dark clouds, blocking the view of the sunset I love so much. It’s freezing cold outside but I’m comfortably sitting on the cab seat, warm, and I’m scrolling down my Twitter timeline trying to kill time and send a clear message to the driver: no chatting. It’s useless. “What a shitty weather, eh?” I roll my eyes: nothing more basic to start a forced conversation. I nod distractedly: “Yeah”. “Ah, but it’s not always like this in Boston. You’ll be fine!” “I hope so. I’ll have to stay here for a while in fact…” I say, locking my phone screen and adjusting myself on the seat. “And you live in a hotel? Man, ain’t the best choice.” “It’s not my fault, my boss sent me here… It’s better than living in the streets anyway. Or at my mom’s house, thank you”. Maybe I hit too close to home, because he doesn’t talk to me for the rest of the way. I’m not that bothered to be honest, and I end up reading the articles my iPhone news section randomly recommends me. I like being informed and I often find myself reading pages and pages of online newspapers, starting with Trump and ending on cows’ digestive systems (not that big of a difference anyway). The cab slows down, entering a square and skirting around a pretty flowerbed currently whipped by the ice cold rain that started falling about ten minutes ago. The cabbie unloads the car and leaves me alone under the awning of the hotel with a pair of suitcases, an umbrella and the change in my hand. The building is not particularly big or fancy, but it gives me a nice vibe. I sigh, hopeful, and I make my way to the revolving doors, entering the Chelsea Hotel of Boston for the first time. The hall is huge, almost empty, and I feel instantly welcomed by a warm air jet coming from above my head. The floor is white and light blue tiled, getting darker and darker as I approach the center of the room. Drop-like lamps hang from the ceiling, spreading a warm light all over. I leave my luggage next to the white wall and go to the reception area, where a guy in uniform is leafing through some papers. I clear my throat, going through my pockets as I look for my wallet. “Good evening and welcome to the Chelsea, I’m Chad Michaels. How can I help you?” “‘Evening… yeah, hm, I’m Brian. Brian Firkus, there should be a reservation under my name on behalf of the Wadley Management…”. The man’s eyes scroll down on the computer monitor, and after a few seconds he nods. “We were waiting for you, Mr. Firkus. We’re glad to have you here as our guest” he says kindly, turning away from me to take the room keys from the wooden wall behind him. I notice that almost every hook is empty, and I feel even more relieved: a good hotel is often full booked. He gives me the keys, attached to a heavy metallic rectangle with the initials BCH and the number 1580 and smiles again: “First floor… to your left you can find the lifts and your room is at the end of the hallway. You only have breakfast included, and the restaurant is open from 6 to 10 am. The reception is open 24/7 so, if you have any concerns, you can call on the hotel line. I hope you’ll enjoy our beautiful city!”. I shake Chad’s hand (he’s super charming) and go get my stuff dragging them into the lift. I get in and a minute later the doors open, showing me a glimpse of the hallway, and I’m shrouded in total silence. It’s around 8 pm so there’s no one around. Everybody’s probably at dinner or in the clubs, despite the bad weather. I’m totally exhausted. I just wanna jump into my bed and sleep for twelve hours straight. There’s nothing creepier than an empty hotel hallway, especially when it’s poorly lighted like this one. But the soft light instilles an incredible peace in me, and my shoes sink in the fuzzy moquette that softens with every step I take. I’m walking to my room now, sighing as I dip into my shoulder bag looking for the keys. I’m about to insert it in the keyhole when I hear the lock of the door next to mine springing, and I turn around to look at my neighbor. And I see her. The first thing that catches my eye is her eyelashes, big and fluffy (maybe fake? I can’t see well with this poor light…). She has full and wavy hair that hangs over her shoulders, covered by a voluminous furry coat, and she doesn’t seem to notice me at all while she closes the door. I think so because she’s so fascinating and beautiful and I’m an anonymous guy, really. She turns around to face the lift and it’s only then that she looks at me, her deep red lips curling in a mischievous smile. She brushes a lock of hair behind her bejeweled ear, revealing a knife-sharp cheekbone. It’s then that I notice two icy blue eyes like I’ve never seen. I’d bet that, in the sunlight, they would be even lighter. She blinks at me and turns around, long toned legs making their way to the lift despite the high heels. She’s as tall as me like that, and 5'8" is really something for a woman. She disappears as soon as the sliding doors close, and the last thing I glimpse are her gloved hands waving in my direction. I feel a weird tingling in my stomach, I can’t quite get it. There’s something… something different. I need to see that woman again, to know her name, there’s this incredible force that pushes me towards her. But I can’t chase her, I’m not the type. Her room is next to mine, I’m sure I will satisfy my curiosity soon. I shrug, finally entering the room, and I’m welcomed by a nice and fresh scent. I close the door behind me and instinctively let myself fall on top of the king sized bed, landing on the soft mattress. I get up on my elbows to look around, and exploring the room with my eyes I find it of a perfect size. From the entrance, to the left, there’s the bathroom and on the wall in front of it are the tv (I guess it’s 30 inches and LED), the mini bar and a big dark wooden wardrobe that will surely contain everything I’ll need. On my left, next to the French window, there’s a fine desk with a big mirror hung on top. The overall impression is really good and I smile fondly. It seems that my boss has decided to treat me well… at least for now. It’s better not to delude myself and, instead, have a nice hot bath to get rid of my moist clothes as soon as I can. After a couple of minutes I’m completely soaked into the water filled with bubbles and I take my time to think and reflect. I should be thinking about work, about what’s expecting me tomorrow, but the only thing I can focus on is my neighbor and her icy blue eyes. A weird feeling runs down my spine: the eyes should reflect our soul, and in hers I saw something different, like a sour note. No, not sour. A note out of place. Different. Something that shouldn’t be there, but I can’t wrap my mind around it. An adrenaline rush. I’m electrified, and it’s all about her and her ice cold glaze that touched me almost an hour ago. My stay here in Boston has suddenly become more interesting.

•••

I’m zapping through the tv channels, still wrapped in my bathrobe, while outside the rain has stopped and the night of Boston has become silent. It’s 11 pm and I should be unpacking (although I haven’t brought that much with me here, I plan on buying everything I’ll need. New life, new clothes!) and finally going to bed, but my will to do anything is completely gone and I decide to enjoy these last minutes of vacation before getting to know my new colleagues tomorrow morning. I would pay to not meet anyone, but unfortunately that’s impossible. I basically ran away from Milwaukee, my hometown, because I was sick of that scene; I was completely done. And my mother couldn’t help me that much, money wise. Since she left that bastard of my stepfather, we aren’t very rich. He was an infamous person, the worst I’ve ever had the misfortune of knowing, but he supported us financially. Sometimes I still blame myself for what happened to us, it’s hard to accept someone else’s fault. I’ve always had the bad tendency to take responsibility for everything, and having an abusive, violent and intolerant stepfather around hasn’t helped that much. Even now, at 27, I can’t really be fair with my opinions or be respected as I would deserve to be. I often find myself wanting to do something and then ending up not doing it because of fear of others’ judgment. Letting go of years of insults and accusations grown in my brain like parasite plants is a real challenge that I know I can win, I just have to find the strength to fight. I get up sighing, turning the tv down and shuffling my feet as I approach my suitcases abandoned at the entrance, kneeling down to open them. I’m taking out the first pair of jeans when I hear quick steps out in the hallway, and the panting voices of two or three people. I hear them getting nearer and nearer, and then they stop right next to me. The door of the room 1582. The woman’s room. Why do these guys have the keys to her room? What do they want? Maybe she’s been robbed… but I shake my head a moment after: no, impossible. Chad, the receptionist, would have seen them. I’m sure he knows the face of every single client. And these people knew where they were going. It seems I won’t be getting the answers I crave, for now. I have to talk to that woman as soon as I can. Before her, no woman got my attention like that. No woman had shaken me like that. I smile bitterly while I think that maybe, if I had met my neighbor before, I wouldn’t have to get through everything I’ve lived. Maybe my stepfather would have stopped calling me names when I was a kid. I try to restrain those dark thoughts and I go back to the unpacking, because I suddenly wanna go to bed as soon as possible. In less than fifteen minutes I hear some strange noises coming from the 1582, as if there was a fight going on. I hear the bed squeaking when something heavy falls on top of the mattress. And then I’m blushing, suddenly aware of what’s about to happen, and I try to hear something more while my thoughts are absolutely confused. And, in the meanwhile, where the hell is that woman? The moaning I hear doesn’t seem feminine, but I could be wrong: I’m well aware that I’ve heard a woman’s moans like three times in my entire life and between me and the other room there’s always a concrete wall. Although the thick wall seems thin as paper and I lean on it lightly, as if I was scared to break through. I’m out of place. I’m superfluous. I shouldn’t be here. I depart from the wall, sitting on my bed, while my ears are full of the squeaking of the mattress and the heavy panting. What if every night is gonna be like this? I think, slightly worried. But no, it’s completely impossible, and I laugh nervously while I wear a comfy pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt. I won’t think about it anymore. I go under the blankets, looking at my phone one last time to distract myself from the noises that keep reaching me from the other room: hot, wet against my ear, as if they were right next to me. I look at the phone clock: a couple of minutes before midnight. Here I am, I think, crossing my fingers, finally in Boston, and for now everybody seems to have fun except me. You have to stay positive, Brian, at least now, to stop thinking that everything’s gonna fuck up. You have a job, you sleep in a bed three times more comfortable than yours, they pay you a decent amount of money. And it’s all because you’re talented. Because you have something that others don’t have. Okay, you don’t believe how lucky you are to be here, but everything’s real for fuck’s sake. You’re in Boston, you’re miles and miles away from home, he’s not gonna find you here. You’re never gonna see him again. It’s been twelve years, Brian. Twelve. Relax. I breathe deeply, relaxing as I learned to. It’s really quite simple: I tighten every muscle in my body for a couple of seconds and then I let go, inert, as if I was a puppet with no ropes. With this easy technique I can always let go of tension and I feel better right after. I lay on my side, sinking my head in the scented pillow, and I turn off the lights. I’m so tired I can barely think, but when I close my eyes I see a thin silhouette wrapped in a furry coat, a pair of long legs and red lips. I fall asleep with the passion of those two lovers echoing into my ears and I’m sure, to my regret, I’m dreaming of her.