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lavenderfluorite14 · 4 years ago

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Such Sweet Delirium

Reiji Sakamaki x Fem!Reader

Summary: Laito Intrudes on an experiment gone wrong. Reiji loses his cool.

Explicit, 18+ |TW: Dubious Consent/Non-Con, Drugged Sex, Verbal Humiliation, Slut Shaming, Blood Sucking, Ownership Kink, Female Reader, Breast Worship, Hickeys, Vaginal Fingering, Vaginal Sex, Begging, Unprotected Sex, Creampie, Possessive Reiji, Light Edging, Canon Typical Reiji Cruelty, I couldn’t just write porn I had to write a character study too lol, Slight Laito x Reader, Tagging non-con for the consent issues surrounding drugged sex, Reader is conscious and responsive but very high

Word Count: 2331

A/N: Please be mindful of the tags! This is the most explicit thing that I have ever written lmaoooo 🥂

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Reiji’s lab spun in a nauseating carousel of color. The last thing you remembered was drinking a beautiful, shimmering liquid that Reiji said he had brewed himself. It fizzed all the way down your throat, an insistent warmth quickly spreading throughout your body. Now sprawled across his sofa, you surrendered to dizzying oblivion. Somewhere above you, Reiji scribbled furiously in a black notebook, tutting irritably.

“Tell me what you are feeling. Be specific.” You swallowed thickly at the order, begging your tongue to move.

“The…...the room…..the room is-”

“Spit it out, I don’t have all day.”

“S-spinning. The room….is spinning” you slurred.

“How fast?”

“Fast.”

“I said how fast?”

“I….I can’t….”

Reiji tsked angrily, snapping his notebook shut. Flinching, you tried to turn away from his sharp gaze but a cold hand pinned you flat against the couch. Your delayed reaction time was no match for his vampiric strength.

“I can feel your heart racing from here,” he said, curling over you, pinning your wrists above your head. “Had I known you were such weak prey I would have given you a smaller dose. It isn’t as fun when you can’t fight back.” You wriggled underneath him, jerking weakly against his cruel grip. Reiji laughed, amused at your feeble attempts to escape.

“Although, I don’t hate this delirious expression,” he murmured, lowering his face towards yours. You squeezed your eyes shut, overwhelmed by his hungry stare. “I suppose this isn’t bad every once and a while.” His rich baritone rumbled in your ear, his proximity making you tremble.

“I didn’t think I’d interrupt this so soon,” interrupted a dark chuckle. Laito lounged against the doorframe of the lab, eyeing your entwined forms. “You must really like this one, Reiji,” he teased. Reiji’s iron grip tightened around your wrists and you whimpered pitifully. “It’s rude to enter someone’s room without knocking,” Reiji spat imperiously. “I knocked, but you didn’t answer!” Laito insisted, his eyes glinting with mirth. “But now I can see you were a bit distracted.” You lolled your head to the side, trying to catch a glimpse of the intruder. Laito’s smirk widened.

“Christ, what did you do to her?”

“Such language is atrocious. You shouldn’t speak that way.”

“You fucked up the dosage, didn’t you?” Reiji shot up quickly at the accusation, swiping his notebook from the couch as he crossed briskly back towards his desk. Laito’s smirk cracked into a grin.

“Do you need something, Laito?” Reiji asked coolly. As Reiji began tidying his work space, Laito sauntered over to the couch, his green gaze boring into you. Crouching down, he gently brushed his fingers across your cheek. You shivered under his cold touch. “I came for the aphrodisiac you promised me,” Laito said, trailing his fingers down your neck. He stopped to trace the hollow of your throat, caressing it with his thumb. “But if you don’t have it, I’m sure there are other ways we can pass the time inst-”

“Of course I have it,” Reiji scoffed. Plucking a vial of blue liquid from his stores, he crossed the room and offered it to Laito. “Now please take it and leave.” Reiji’s words hung in the air like frost. Laito rose languidly, like a cobra rearing back to strike, then swiped the vial from Reiji’s gloved hand.

“Maybe next time, Bitch-Chan,” Laito said, winking at you. “And Reiji,” Laito called, pivoting in the doorframe for one last jab. “I know it can be hard to control yourself, especially this close to a full moon, but try not to tear this one up like the last one, ok? You should save some for the rest of us.”

“Get out!” Reiji snarled, storming across the room. Laito darted off, disappearing as quickly as he had come. Reiji slammed the door behind him.

The ceiling swam before you in lethargic swirls of periwinkle. You had no idea what Laito meant, but you could feel Reiji fuming in the doorway. What was he talking about? Reiji never lost his cool. You couldn’t imagine him doing something like that. “You let him touch you,” Reiji seethed.

“Reiji, I...I didn’t….I didn't want-”

“Please be silent.Your behavior today has been dreadful.” Reiji prowled towards the couch, his long shadow casting a dark pall across your face. You closed your eyes, terrified to meet his furious eyes. “You couldn't do a thing?” He queried, towering above you. “You couldn’t cry out? Or swat him away?” His voice was ice.

“I…..I froze….”

“I suppose that’s to be expected from a woman like you,”

“I’m so-sorry,”

“How should I punish my little harlot?” Finally bending down towards you, Reiji cupped your face firmly with his gloved hand. “Your pupils are still so dilated. I doubt you’d feel my whip at all.” The thought made you shiver, and not completely out of fear. Reiji thumbed your lip idly as he thought.

“Suck….my blood?” He tsked at your suggestion.

“You ask for it so brazenly, sometimes I think you enjoy it. Hands up.” You heaved your arms up over your head as Reiji smoothly rolled your top up your body, tossing it aside once it was completely off.

“I suppose it’s my fault. I’ve been too lax with you,” he mused, settling firmly on top of you. You were particularly aware of his pelvis, pressing insistently against the cradle of your thighs. He cupped your face, drawing you close. “I need to teach you exactly who you belong to,” he said, his gaze drifting down hungrily to the column of your neck. “I’ll remind you so thoroughly of your place that even a dumb whore like you will be able to remember who owns her,” he promised, sinking his teeth viciously into your throat.

Reiji’s first bite was hard and precise, the sharp pain briefly thrusting you into lucid panic. But soon you were left with the warm afterglow of pleasure in the wake of its pain. It never stopped hurting, not entirely, but his bites always left you with a fluttering warmth. Reiji’s mouth was on you. You couldn’t help but enjoy it.

Reiji began a fast, desperate rhythm that pulled blood from you quickly, sending you reeling. You whimpered as your world whirled impossibly faster. When darkness began to flicker at the edges of your vision Reiji pulled away, burying his face into your neck. “You bring out the worst in me,” he sighed. Mouthing along your throat, he continued downward towards your collarbone. You braced yourself for another bite, but recoiled sharply when Reiji placed a delicate kiss upon your chest.

“Look at me, jealous of that pervert.” He kissed your chest again, skimming his fingers across the delicate skin of your décolletage. “Arch your back.” Curving your spine upwards, your body brushed against Reiji’s lean frame. You trembled as his hands ghosted along your back, making their way towards the clasp of your bra. Reiji unhooked it with quick ease then tossed the lacy fabric away, greedily cupping your naked breasts. A thin, breathy gasp escaped from you as Reiji dipped between them, kissing your soft curves. You tangled your hands in his hair, humming your approval. In response he tweaked your nipple harshly, sending a jolt of pain through your cloud of pleasure. You yelped at the enticing contrast.

“Let me remind you of your place. You are nothing more than food to me,” he said, pinching your nipple again with a renewed vengeance. You drunkenly brought your hands back to push him away, but he easily pinned them back above your head. “You are meat. Your blood is the only worthwhile thing about you.” Reiji sunk his teeth into the swell of your breast, drawing deep from you. Crying out, you tried to ignore the pleasure his bite ignited in you, trying to focus only on the pain.

“I can taste your arousal,” he groaned between mouthfuls. “Does your masochism know no bounds?” Reiji’s insults didn’t last as he dove back down again to litter your chest with angry bites. He’d kiss you, so tenderly it was almost painful, then pierce your sensitive skin with his sharp, pointed fangs. Once satisfied, he’d lick, suck and kiss the abused spot until an angry mark began to form. He left bruises everywhere in his wake, a garden of purple hickeys blossoming across your breasts.

The drug made it nearly impossible to meaningfully fight back but you didn’t really want to. Reiji’s words stung, but you so rarely had his attention like this. Was it because the full moon was close? You knew vampires had trouble controlling their urges when the moon was full. And Reiji so desperately wanted control: of his brothers, of you, of himself. Was this frenzied beast the real Reiji, or was his protesting, rigid persona the real him? Impossibly, you knew he had to be both. Both enraptured and repulsed by his own desires and completely unable to hide it. That was really why he was mad. Reiji’s wet tongue interrupted your musings as he lapped against your sore nipple, sending a shudder through your entire body. Unable to remove your wrists from his grasp, you retaliated by wrapping your legs around his hips, trapping him against you. Now it was Reiji’s turn to shudder, rutting himself against your core. He was hard.

“My, you really are out of it,” he murmured, grinding himself against you openly. “It’s the only explanation.”

“Explanation for what?” You panted, trying to match his thrusts. Reiji released your wrists, propping himself up on his left arm. Delicately biting the fabric across the tip of his pointer finger, he slid his glove from his hand. Ripping it away, Reiji’s bare hand skimmed down your body and over your curves. Flipping up your skirt, his fingers slid between your thighs.

“For this,” he says, tracing your wetness through your panties. Your eyes fluttered shut. “Reiji,” you breathed, arching towards his fingers.

“Say my name,” Reiji ordered softly, dipping underneath the fabric and rewarding you with long, firm strokes. You called his name again and he moved up towards your clit, circling it once before quickly pulling away. You whined at the loss.

Reiji begins a vicious rhythm, rubbing your clit with firm circles, then backing off when your pleasure mounts. He only returns to your clit when you beg him to, crying out for him. Fisting your hands in his shirt, you whine in frustration as a needy ache builds inside you. Reiji just smirks down at you, enjoying your torment. When tears start building in your eyes, he finally slides a slender finger into your heat. Beckoning upward along your inner wall, he firmly massages your g spot. Mindlessly, you grind down on his fingers, chasing your pleasure.

“Who makes you feel this good?” he asks, his ruby eyes alight with lust.

“You do,” you gasp.

“I asked you who,” he demanded, cruelly massaging your inner wall. You jerk at the pressure, almost cresting over the plateau.

“Reiji! Reiji Sakamaki!” you cry, desperate for release.

“Good girl,” he smirks, thumbing your clit. You gasp in delight, the rough, consistent circles of his fingers finally hurtling you towards your peak. “You don’t deserve this,” he growls in your ear, his deep velvety voice bewitching you. “But when I see you like this, I can’t stop myself. You’re mine.” Your orgasm hits you hard, squeezing Reiji’s fingers in hot contractions. Pleasure washes over you in a wave, your entire being gently pulsing. Reiji smugly guides you through your orgasm, only stopping his ministrations once your twitching has ceased. You sigh, melting back into the cushions of the couch. Above you, a belt buckle clinks.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Reiji says, gripping your thighs and yanking you forcefully back towards him. As he settles above you, he presses the tip of his member against your eager entrance. Pushing forward, Reiji sinks into you with ease. “My little harlot is so wet for me,” he teases, before setting a ruthless pace.

Reiji fucks you selfishly, chasing his own pleasure now that he’s satisfied yours. You lay back, still enjoying the lingering effects of his drug. His thrusts pull soft, pleasured moans from you as he plunges desperately into you. Closing your eyes, you revel in the sensations, happy to let him use you. Occasionally he’ll sheathe himself all the way inside of you and grind desperately against your cervix, trying to get as deep as he can.

“I can’t believe you like this. That you like me,” he pants softly, definitely to himself. Reiji lets you pull him down so that he is completely flush against your body. “I do. I like you, Reiji.” A groan rips from him and he stills, spilling himself inside of you.

You stay that way for a moment, holding each other tenderly in the afterglow of your love-making. You wish you could stay like this, enjoying the feeling of his body as it presses you into the cushions, gently stroking his back as both of your breathing returns to normal. But Reiji recovers faster than you do. “I’ll clean you up,” he offers, his tone clipped.

Reiji cleans you thoroughly with a warm wet towel, which feels strange but is not unenjoyable in your impaired state. It’s deeply intimate in a way that is definitely uncomfortable, but you think it’s his way of taking care of you. You close your eyes, pliant. His large hands drift over your body, tugging your top back over you and righting your skirt. Once he is finished you curl on your side, completely spent and ready to sleep. As you begin to drift off, you feel something warm and soft envelop you. A blanket? Maybe. Where did he get a blanket?

Reiji watches as you snuggle into the blanket he has recently taken to keeping in his desk, a genuine smile flickering across his stern features.

#reiji sakamaki #diabolik lovers #reiji x reader #Reiji Sakamaki x Reader #my little harlot #the night shift

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jungkookiebus · 5 years ago

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Life Eternal | jjk

Genre: fantasy!au, angst, smut Pairing: Fae!Jeongguk x human!reader Word Count: 8.9k Warnings: the angst is minimal (years of pining and some heartbreak. okay maybe minimal for us, but not for them lol), near death of a major character, fingering, vaginal sex (that vanilla stuff, but it’s cute you just gotta get there). Summary: In the village there were always whispers of Fae and at home, isolated in the mountains, your mother wove you stories of the tricks they pulled. When young, you met, by fate, a Fae that skewed all your previous notions. A boy saves your life and sets you on your way. Years later, he’s there again, saving you and sealing it with a kiss. Legend says that if a Fae claims you as his own you’re his forever. Could you, a human, really live with forever?

“Don’t go too far,” your mom said from the edge of the garden. The cottage door was open behind her, the smell of bread wafting into the forest. You had asked her if it would be okay to pick berries to which she obliged but came running out before you could get too far.

“I won’t, mama.” The basket she had given you was hung over your arm. If you brought back enough, then she might make that pie you liked so much. It was your birthday after all.

You wouldn’t have to travel far into the trees, but it would be out of sight of home. Growing up in these woods, you knew all the twists, turns, and strange trees but even Mother Nature liked to change every once in a while, and keep things hidden and out of sight. That was when you fell straight through the earth. Or at least that’s what it felt like. You landed with a thud, flat on your back. Bits of dirt and a few leaves landed on your face. Sitting up and wiping away the forest floor debris you looked at your surroundings. You were in an underground cavern with what looked like tunnels. Might have been an old underground river. Either way, there was no way you were getting out going up. The hole in which you fell was about twenty feet above you.

“Hello! Mom!” you yelled. Your voice bounced off the walls in the tunnels, disappearing into an unknown darkness. Birds chirped overhead and you suddenly wished you could sprout wings and fly out of here.

“Hello!” you called again.

You sat down hard, tears starting to prick at your eye corners. Dread filled your body as you thought about being stuck down here, never found, and starve to death. This was not at all how you imagined dying. Standing up, you walked to one of the tunnels, turning your head to see if you could hear any wind or distant noises. No sound came out of the void in front of you and it was so unsettling that you moved on to the next one about ten feet away. A whisper of a breeze came from within, promising a way out, but there was still one more to check. You had to walk across the cavern to get to this one. It looked a bit smaller than the other two, giving you pause. Maybe the tunnel got smaller as you traveled? You shivered thinking about getting stuck in there. One summer, you had fallen into a large hay bin in the barn, trapping yourself amongst the densely bunched straw and panicked. Reliving something like that in the dark made your heart hurt in your chest. You were about to give up on that tunnel entirely when you heard a small sound. It was very faint at first; just a clack against the rock. Could be anything. Then you heard it again. This time, two clacks against the rocks and a softer thud. You held your breath as you listened. The combination of sounds seemed to be coming towards you until they were getting too close for comfort. Scrambling backwards to get towards the light, your heel caught the stone and it sent you tumbling backwards. You sat up quickly and watched as a small, yellow ball came rolling out of the tunnel, bumping along crags and stones, and stopped at your feet. Your chest heaved as panic set in. Something or someone was in here with you. The clacks were footsteps, boots maybe, and they were drawing closer by each passing second. Closing your eyes, you accepted your fate with whatever was going to emerge out of that tunnel.

What you weren’t expecting was the total shock of the other person.

“Oh!” you heard exclaimed in front of you. From the sounds of it, it was a young boy, probably around your age. But now that you thought of it, there weren’t homes close to yours for miles and the village was even further.

You opened one eye slowly and then the other. In front of you stood a tall boy with shaggy hair. He was hidden in the shadows just enough that you couldn’t see much else about him. He wore baggy pants, a loose fitted long sleeved shirt, and upon looking down, boots.

“I see you found my ball,” he smiled nervously. He backed into the shadows a little more as if he didn’t want you to see him.

“Uh…” You looked down at your feet. Grabbing the ball, you tried to look confident as you rose to your feet. “Do you know a way out of here?”

“Oh, I…how did you get in?”

You looked up through the beam of sunlight and pointed.

He huffed in surprise as if he had just found out it was there even though it was painfully obvious.

“Do you know a way?”

“Yes.”

“Can you show me?”

“No. Uh, I mean, yes! I mean…I’m not supposed to take you.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, stepping closer in his direction. He scuffled backwards to keep his distance. You stopped walking and stared into the darkness.

You heard his shallow breathing, watching you from the shadows as you stood, ball in hand and waiting for an answer.

“I’m not supposed to take you there.”

“Where is there? I just need to get out of here.”

“Look, I’m going to come closer to you because I don’t like this whole hiding in the shadows thing, but you have to promise me something.”

“Okay?” You fidgeted nervously.

“That you won’t be afraid.”

You sucked in your breath and held it there. This was making you very, very afraid.

“Okay,” you croaked.

He moved forward slowly; approaching the dim circle of light that you stood in. His shoes clicked ever so lightly on the stone. He was looking straight at you when he came into the light. His hair was jet black and it framed his face perfectly. It was messy and fell over his eyes…his eyes. You were suddenly entranced with his eyes. They were a color you had never seen on another person. They were as green as emeralds and shown brightly in the light. His skin shown as if the moon illuminated from the inside out. His features were sharp but at the same time round, boyish. Softly pointed ears stuck out from the curls. He was young still, maybe a few summers away from becoming a man. When all he was met with was mild curiosity, he stepped closer.

“I don’t scare you?”

“You look like any other boy.”

He laughed and you saw his eyes shine. “No, I don’t.”

“Well, you act like one.”

He laughed again. Distracted by your movements, he looked at you palming the ball in your hands. A deep gash lay across your left hand.

“You’re hurt,” he said pointing to your hand.

You gasped, dropping the ball. You were so scared you hadn’t even noticed that you hurt yourself. The boy stooped low and scooped up the ball before fixing his gaze on your hand once more. He watched you panic for a couple of seconds before stepping forward tentatively.

“May I?” he asked reaching out.

You sniffled. You were confused. What could he possibly do for you? It didn’t look as if he carried anything with him. Was he trying to find a way to grab you? Drag you back into the cave and more than likely eat you? You stepped back noticeably, and the boy gave pause. Putting his hands up in a defensive gesture he looked at you squarely.

“I’m not going to hurt you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

Your hand shook as you held it out. He walked towards you again, slowly. When he saw that you weren’t going to bolt, he gently placed his hand beneath yours, to cup it softly. His skin was cool and soothing against yours. He placed his other hand over yours and you looked up at him through your tears. He smiled a little, his effort at comfort, as his grip tightened on you.

“You should be good as new.” He pulled away hesitantly. Looking down, the gash was gone. You turned your hand this way and that.

Looking at him with astonishment you said, “How did you do that? Are you a witch?”

“Don’t compare me to those creatures,” he mock sneered. He averted his eyes to the floor.

“So? What are you?” You leaned to the side a little hoping to catch a glance at his expression.

He scrunched his nose before smiling wide, turning to look at you, and you saw a glint of mischief in his eyes. You knew what he was going to say before the words ever left his mouth. Dread filled you to the brim and you felt the blood drain from your face. You thought his kind was only a legend; stories passed down to scare you into staying close to home. Mischievous creatures that lived in the forest, preying on humans, taking them as their own.

“I’m Fae of course.”

You should have known, and you could kick yourself for trusting him. He probably wasn’t even a young boy. He was more than likely an old Fae disguised to lure you into a false sense of security.

“Stay away from me!” you shouted. Bending down you grabbed a stone large enough to maim if need be.

“Hey!” He held his arms out in front of him as you slowly circled one another. “Put that down!”

“Oh, so you can kidnap me and take me back to wherever it is you live? You’ll…you’ll probably feed me to your children!” You jabbed the rock in his direction as he took a step towards you.

Hands still raised he said, “Put the rock down, please.”

“I’m not putting this down.”

“Can you at least stop swinging it at me? And children? Ew, no. I’m too young for kids. I’m a kid.”

“Says the old man disguised as a kid!” You swung a little wider hoping to keep him away from you.

“I’m not an old man!”

“Prove it!”

“Look at me!” he shouted emphatically, gesturing towards himself as if it were painfully obvious and you were just stupid.

“All you Fae are tricksters.”

He flung his arms to his sides, eyes rolling towards the ceiling as he sighed. He rubbed his hand over his face. “That is true…however!” he held his hands up again, “we are also honest folk. I can get you out of here, but you have to trust me, and you have to be quiet.”

You stared at him as you pondered his offered. He didn’t look away from you as your brain rattled through all the possibilities. He could be telling you the truth; he can get you out of here and on your way back home. Or, he could be lying to you and leading you to your death. If you turned him down, he would just leave you here and you’d starve anyway. Maybe he’d give you a quick death if he really did mean to kill you.

“Fine,” you said finally. “But I’m keeping the rock.”

“Fair. Just don’t swing it at me.”

“What’s your name?” you asked, lowering your hand.

“Jeongguk.”

“Strange.”

“Oh yea? What’s yours?”

“______.”

“Strange.”

You narrowed your eyes at him as he smirked.

“Now, let’s get you out of here before your parents think you’re actually dead.”

He held out his hand to you, but you didn’t take it.

“You let me hold it before,” he pointed out.

Exhaling loudly, you stepped forward and placed your hand in his. He was like touching a smooth stone from the creek bed next to your house. His fingers intertwined with yours and he grinned calmly.

“It’s going to be dark, but you have to trust me.”

“I trust you.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

He tugged at you gently and you numbly followed behind him, afraid to leave the light behind, but that too would disappear as the day went on. The tunnel floor was unnaturally smooth so there was no tripping as he led you further into the depths of the cavern. Cool air blew against your face and it helped to calm your nerves as they pricked your skin and caused it to flush. It was quiet save for his soft foot falls and your erratic breathing.

“Don’t be so nervous,” he whispered. “I’ll protect you.”

“From what?”

“You tell me. Sounds like you might be creating something in your head.”

He was right. Your mind raced, thinking up the most horrible creatures imaginable. Wolf men hid in the shadows, watching you walk by. The drip you heard occasionally was not water, but drool. You shook your head to clear the thoughts but couldn’t seem to let it go.

Sometimes, he would turn to look at you and you would see his eyes glint even though there was no light source in the tunnel. The walls were still very close. The echo of your footsteps came back rather quickly as you traveled. After about ten minutes of walking, the floor started to slope upwards ever so slightly, and the breeze became stronger.

Jeongguk stopped after a moment and turned to face you. His face was close to yours as he spoke, and you caught his scent as he leaned closer. Fresh rain and pine needles, you thought.

“We’re going to travel the outer limits and you’ll have to be extremely quiet, okay? If I take you along the edge there shouldn’t be very many people. Plus, we’ll be high up and most people don’t go up there anyway.”

You were confused but you didn’t want to ask. From where you fell was maybe only twenty feet and you were gradually going up, so what was he talking about? He took your silence as confirmation and led you onwards once more.

“We’re almost there,” he whispered.

The breeze grew stronger. Smells started to assault you senses and it bewildered you because they were all so…familiar. Strong smells of cooked meat, wood burning in a stove, and fresh earth were among the ones you noticed. The first sounds besides the two of you started to reach your ears. A town. Voices, bustling carts, people walking on cobblestones, and small children laughing. Jeongguk held your hand harder as a light came into view ahead, around a corner. The light, sound, and smells grew stronger as you rounded the corner. Ahead you saw a cavernous expanse open up before you and as you exited the tunnel you were astonished at what you saw. Inlaid inside an enormous, ancient underground dried up lake sat a small city. A waterfall rushed down on the opposite end, straight into a river that cut through the city and into the mountain. Houses were cramped on top of one another, bakeries, butchers, people talking amongst each other in the streets, and children played along the stalagmites. The city glowed. Some form of plant life that grew on the ceiling and many of the columns of stone illuminated the city.

“This way,” he whispered, pulling you from your reverie. “We need to get you out of here before anyone notices you.”

The two of you stood on a ledge that was only about three feet across, just as smooth as the tunnel, and wound upwards and around to another opening. You both moved with haste and you tried to take in and remember as much of the city as possible. Strange creatures you had never seen before moved along the streets and alleyways of the busy city. People like Jeongguk made up most of the population, but you also saw all manner of wild, magical animals among them. Strange birds with white eyes sat perched on rooftops, observing you as you passed without making a sound. Lithe creatures with fur as shiny as silk and deep red slinked in and out of the passing people. You were soon approaching the next tunnel when you forcibly stopped, causing Jeongguk to turn and look at you.

“What are you doing?” Fear crept into his voice as he watched you, exposed, staring out over the city.

“Is this where you live?”

“Yes, now we need to go,” he said pulling on you again.

“Just give me a second.” You slipped your hand from his and walked to the ledge.

“Be careful!” he whispered loudly. The drop was long and would surely kill you if you were to fall over the edge. You’d be met below with stone rooftops and strange creatures no doubt. Much better than starving. You looked out over the city and then back at him.

“I thought Fae lived in the forest.”

“They-we do. Just not all of us live on top. You humans don’t even know a fraction about us.”

You looked back at him. His eyes glowed even brighter under the luminescent plant life. He seemed to be pleading with you to step away. Sighing, you reached for his hand. He looked relieved as he grasped you firmly and pulled you into the tunnel. The city disappeared behind you until it was a faint glow in the distance. Neither of you spoke as you walked. The sound of rushing water filled your ears and you knew you were close. The same water source that fed the waterfall had to come from somewhere and you soon saw it as you approached, it came up on your right as Jeongguk led you to the left. An opening led directly out into the forest where you saw the trees swaying peacefully in the wind. The two of you stepped into the sunlight and both squinted as you adjusted to the bright afternoon sun. When you could finally fully open your eyes, you turned and looked at the boy a little more fully. Woven in his hair were jewels that shone so clearly that you were sure they were nothing man had ever made. His skin was alabaster but shone so prettily in the light that you were suddenly envious. The green of his eyes was even more unsettling as the sun washed across his face.

“I’ll get you back to the path and then you can find your way home.”

“Why are you being nice to me?”

“Not all Fae are bad, _____. You’re right to have reservations about us, though. Fae are not a wholly peaceful race.”

“W-what does your race do?”

He looked at you squarely and you could tell he was debating on telling you.

“We…do take humans.” He cringed a little as you stepped back in fear. “Only the really bad people. The ones that like to keep humans as pets or kill them. The legends are true, but it’s not true for all of us. Though, if a Fae does take you, you’re theirs forever; doomed to live an eternal life until you are released.”

“Like immortality?”

“Something like that.”

You both moved forward into the forest and soon you were back on the path leading you home. You hadn’t realized he had stopped some time behind you until you only heard your footsteps crack amongst foliage. You turned and saw him standing in the path holding the basket you had brought, filled to the brim with berries. You stood in shock as he walked forward and handed it to you. You hesitated before reaching out and holding the basket in your arms.

“So you don’t have to tell your mom what happened,” he smiled.

This was his way of saying goodbye to you after he had set you on your path.

“Will I see you again?”

“It’s not safe for my kind to mingle with yours.”

“Why not?”

“Elder Fae do not take kindly to humans,” he said sadly, “unless they’re the ones taking them.”

He seemed to be different from the others he described. He looked ashamed as he said the words.

“Well, thank you for helping me and…thank you for…,” your voice trailed off as you didn’t know what to say. All you knew is that you wanted to see him again and that seemed impossible.

“Goodbye, ____.” He grinned one last time. A strong breeze grew overhead, causing the leaves to rustle loudly, momentarily distracting you as you looked up. When you looked back at where the boy stood, he was gone. The only proof you had that he existed was the basket of berries you held in your arms.

Five years later

“______, where are you going? I’m making your favorite dinner for your birthday. 18 is a big deal.”

You grabbed the basket from the small table by the door. “Berries, mom. I was hoping you’d make me a pie.”

Every year, for your birthday, you had gathered berries for a pie. Five years ago, is when you met him and you had hoped every year since that you would happen upon him again. The hole you had fallen into was gone the next day when you went searching for it. It seemed to have been sealed up, almost by magic. A few times you thought you might dare go into the tunnel the river flowed into, disappearing under the earth, knowing it led to the glowing city. But you always got frightened in the end and never went. This year would probably be no different. After you had gathered the appropriate amount of berries you headed in the direction of the rushing water. The snow had begun to melt farther up the mountains, so the water was higher and faster than usual as you approached. The mist sprayed higher than ever as the water hit in the stone walls of the tunnel. Today would definitely be a day you would not be entering the tunnel. But fate had a funny way of changing your plans. What had normally been a safe rock for you to stand on was now slick with water and a thin layer of gooey slime. You had no time to process what was happening as your footing was lost and you plunged headlong into the icy depths of the river. The cold cut through you like a knife, seizing your breath in your lungs, and caused your muscles to tense. No matter how painful it was, you fought. You grabbed for anything you could until you plunged into darkness, swept away with the current and underground where you were surely going to meet your fate. These woods had tried to kill you five years earlier and here it was trying again. You had resigned yourself to your death as the world faded around you, darkness creeping into your mind as the coldness began to ebb away. The last thing you remembered as a sharp jerk to the right before you succumbed to the empty blackness that was death itself.

You stood, alone, in an empty white space. Wherever you were, it was bright, but there were no defining features. It was just…white.

“Hello?” your voice only echoed a little, but with no curves or corners to the place, you could not determine how large it was.

“_____.” You heard your name even though it sounded like a low whisper.

“Hi! Yes! Where am I?”

Your name sounded again, but a little more frantic this time.

“I’m right here, can you see me?!” you shouted at the top of your lungs.

“________!”

Your eyes flew open to darkness as you coughed. Water came sputtering out of your mouth as your lungs filled with precious air.

“Oh, thank the gods,” you heard above you.

You laid flat on stone, that much you could tell, and it was smooth. You ran your fingers along the glassy surface and memories of the tunnel came racing back. A scratchy coat was thrown across you and you pushed it away as you sat up.

“You might want to stay down,” a deep voice said beside you.

“Who are you?” The river was close, but it wasn’t so loud that you couldn’t hear him. The fresh breeze chilled the water soaked into your hair and clothes and you shivered.

“Wait until your eyes adjust.”

You tried to focus and soon you were able to make out shapes in the darkness. A little way down the tunnel you recognized the soft glow of the city you had convinced yourself you dreamed of. Turning, you looked at the man beside you and recognized him instantly. He had changed so much, but you could recognize those eyes anywhere. Jeongguk sat beside you, not a boy anymore, but a young man. His arms that were once willowy were now thick with muscle. His jaw had become defined, but his face still held a softness to it. The same curly hair laid against his contrasting white skin. In that moment, you had sworn you had never seen anyone or anything more beautiful than him.

“…Jeongguk?”

His smile was wide and glittering as you said his name.

“You remember me.”

“I thought I made you up.”

His laugh was low and rumbling, like rocks tumbling in the forest.

“I’m real.”

“You’ve changed.”

“So have you,” he said looking you over. Your skirts were heavy with the weight of the water and you involuntarily shivered. “And you’re freezing.” He lifted you easily in his arms and held you to his chest. Your breath caught in your throat at the closeness. Memories of him flooded back. He still smelled the same, like fresh rain and pine needles. He carried you into a small alcove of stone that was protected from the breeze and before your eyes a fire seemed to sprout and come to life from within the stone. No wood sat beneath it as it burned warmly in front of you. Jeongguk came into view in a flash of orange as he sat beside you. The icy jewels still hung from his hair like raindrops and you longed to reach out and touch them. His nose still sloped delicately, but time had favored him into sharp features as well. You sat appreciating him when he looked at you, green eyes glinting from the glow of the fire.

“I see that you still like to almost kill yourself. That hasn’t changed,” he laughed.

You huffed as you turned your palms towards the fire. “I was looking for you if you must know.”

“For me?” He pointed to himself in astonishment as he looked at you.

“I told you I thought I made you up. The hole was gone the next day, so I thought I dreamed it. If I hadn’t had the berries that day, I would have convinced myself that you weren’t real.”

He looked worried as he peered into the flames again.

“It’s not safe for you to come poking around here.”

“This is my first incident in five years.”

“That’s not what I mean. There’s other Fae…bad Fae, _____, I told you this and you’re still going to tempt fate?” He was looking at you again and his eyes flashed in anger? Or was that fear?

“No one has come after me.”

“That you know of. Not all Fae can be seen.”

You swallowed nervously. You hadn’t thought about how mischievous the Fae were ever since you met him, the seemingly only kind one there was. You both sat in silence, you more so in embarrassment at having been saved twice by the same boy and for being so foolish and heedless in his warnings.

“But are you okay?” he asked after a long moment.

“Yes.”

He seemed nervous as he spoke. “How have you been?”

“Lonely. Wished for a mysterious boy to keep me company again,” you smiled, attempting to lighten the mood.

You saw the whisper of a smirk grace his lips as he continued to stare into the fire.

“I’ve been busy,” he replied.

“Do you…work?” A little more hesitantly, “Married? Have kids?”

His eyes were wide as he looked at you, questions swirling in his mind. “No, I’m not married. Just busy.”

“Oh,” you said looking down. The mood was ruined.

“You?” He sounded shy as he talked.

“Oh, no. Still helping mama and papa with things around the house and farm…nothing special.”

The silence was strong and deafening between the two of you and you felt that if you didn’t say anything now, then you’d probably spend the next five years trying to find another hole to fall into.

“I’ve thought about you every day for the past five years.” You weren’t looking at him as you said it; you were speaking more to the darkness beyond the fire than you were to him. His back straightened a little and he shifted slightly in your direction as he listened. “Every year on my birthday I’d go to that same spot to pick berries. I know where the hole was because I distinctly remember a sycamore tree next to it and beyond that, a rock shaped perfectly like a loaf of round bread.” You sighed dreamily as you recalled each year. Jeongguk watched your expression change in profile. He liked the way you looked when the downturned corners of your mouth slowly rose upwards at the memory. Your skin was golden from years in the sun, but here in the darkness, it glowed with fire and life and he was drawn to you more than ever. “I thought maybe my birthday was special and you were a gift that few are given.” He held his breath as you spoke about him like he was a treasure you held close for all these years. “But you never came.”

The corners of your mouth turned down again and he was desperate to see your smile.

“I…I, too, thought about you…” His voice shook as he spoke.

“Really?”

“More than I’d like to admit.”

You laughed when he wasn’t intending to be funny, but he would do it a million times over in order to hear your laugh again. He smiled, looking at you, and watched as the light from the flames danced across your face. Your long hair was starting to dry and turn golden in the light. Before his brain could catch up and tell him no, his hand was on your cheek, turning your head towards him as he leaned in, lips connecting with yours. Butterflies bloomed in your stomach and your mind raced with memories, as tranquility flowed through you, knowing that the boy in the mountain was real. He deepened the kiss as he held your neck firmly. The taste on his tongue was sweet, sweeter than the berries you picked every year. The fire flickered higher as Jeongguk kissed you as if his pleasure heightened the flames. All too soon, coldness washed across your wet lips as he pulled away. He breathed heavily as he stared at you, searching your face. He looked confused, afraid, and all at once relieved.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered.

“Don’t be,” you said reaching out and grasping his arm. “I…I wanted that.”

“But I’m a Fae.”

“And?”

“You’re supposed to be afraid of me.”

“You haven’t given me a reason yet. You’ve had years to kill me.”

“You don’t know what I’m capable of.”

“It can’t be that bad-“

“Stop!” he interjected. “This was a mistake. This is wrong and you shouldn’t be here.” He started to stand as you reached for him.

“Jeongguk, wait! I don’t understand. What did I do?”

“Nothing now let’s go,” he said angrily. The fire was already starting to die out.

You stood on shaky legs and he reached out to keep you aloft, but only touched as lightly as possible. Your heart clenched in your chest at the sudden rejection and you could do nothing else but follow him out.

Once again, his footsteps faded behind yours and once again he stood in the path with a basket of berries. You looked down and noticed you were completely dry and not a thread out of place. Tears swam in your eyes as he looked at you impassively, basket in hand, and waiting for you to take it.

“Jeongguk, please talk to me.”

“You need to go and I’m going to need to you to quit looking for me.”

Your tears fell freely now as you refused to take the basket, knowing it was the only thing keeping him in front of you now.

“Just tell me what I did.”

“I told you that you didn’t do anything now take the basket and go home, ______.”

He thrust the basket into your chest and you instinctively grabbed it. His jaw clenched as he looked you over and you looked up to make eye contact with him. All you could see was sadness, but the hard lines of his face told you he was angry.

“Don’t come back, _____.”

And he was gone. In the blink of an eye it was as if he wasn’t even there. Dropping to your knees you cried in the path as the leaves floated by on the wind. The sun was warm on your skin as you sobbed, reminding you that you were real, that he was real, and that heartache was going to be your constant companion.

7 years later

“Are you ready?” your mom asked from the doorway.

You sighed as you looked at yourself in the mirror. She had sewn your wedding dress to the best of her abilities, and it was in all words beautiful; something you’d love to get married in…but to someone else. Of course, your soon to be husband was kind and gentle, but you weren’t in love with him. You had always loved someone else and that someone else had wanted nothing to do with you. Many nights you dreamed of that kiss. That kiss from the boy with diamonds in his hair, the cool as stone skin, and eyes so green that even nature had trouble competing. But you had to move on and that meant marrying, leaving your parents, and not being a burden on them. Moving on meant starting a family and forgetting all about Jeongguk, but you didn’t want to forget. The memory of him was your most precious and your deepest secret.

“I think I want to go on a walk before we go into town.”

“Are you okay?” your mother’s features were laced with concern.

“Just nervous,” you smiled.

“I was much like you before I married your father. It’ll be terrifying, but you’re strong. You’ll make a wonderful wife and mother.”

You smiled sadly at her, knowing the truth was there, but this wasn’t what you wanted, and you had to pretend it was.

“I’ll be back soon,” you said kissing her cheek and leaving the house.

Drawing up your skirts, you wandered down the path and into the forest. The day was perfect. The temperature was mild, the breeze was lazy and cool, and the birds were singing in the boughs. You were sad knowing that you’d be moving away from this place with little to no chance of seeing him again. You walked close to the river but didn’t dare go near the edge in fear of falling in again. Chances of being saved twice were slim. Instead, you found a warm rock in the sun on which to sit and think. The snap of a branch sounded behind you and you turned around to look but no one was there. Scrutinizing the trees in the distance you saw no one or nothing. Turning back around you had decided it was probably just a branch falling from a tree…until you heard it again. You stood from the rock and walked around, gazing into the distance and trying to see around trees.

There was a punch to your chest followed by a searing heat of pain. A straight, wooden arrow was stuck firmly in your chest, right above your heart. Your vision blurred as you sunk to your knees. A man came crashing out of the trees and started to panic.

“It’s a woman!” he cried.

Another man’s voice approached. Hunters more likely; having mistaken you for some animal.

“Is she dead?”

“No, but she’s close.”

“We need to leave.”

“We can’t just leave her here!”

“It’s too late, let’s go!” One set of feet disappeared with a crash of leaves and sticks.

You opened your eyes to see the first panic stricken man looking at you with pain and fear.

“I’m so sorry,” he said before turning on his heel and running after his friend.

“Please,” you whispered, reaching out. Your strength was draining fast, leaking out of you with every drop of blood. You sat back on your feet and gazed up at the sun. At least the day was beautiful and at least you wouldn’t have to marry someone you didn’t like. You giggled tiredly, losing all sense as you sat dying in the middle of the forest. At least you had that. The ground was soft beneath you so when you laid on your side you felt a little better. Soon, you would die here, and wild animals would find you and then nature would claim what was left. The only regret would be not seeing your mother or father…or him, just one last time.

“Stupid girl,” you heard somewhere close by. You were fading fast so maybe it was your mind playing tricks on you in your last moments.

“Stupid, stupid girl.” The person sounded panicked, on the verge of losing control as you were pushed to your back. “How many times do I have to tell you to stay away?”

The ground disappeared beneath you as you were lifted. You cried out as you were shifted, the arrow digging into you further.

“Stay with me,” you heard. “Don’t give up. Stay awake.”

Your head dangled and your arms went limp, sliding off your stomach and stretched out to your side.

“______! Stay with me!”

You slipped into the darkness much quicker this time. There was no white. There was no you standing in time looking for help. You were simply…gone.

When you awoke, you were groggy, still very much under the cloud of darkness with a dull pain in your chest. You moaned and stretched your fingers. Every muscle in your body felt as if it hadn’t moved in days. You weren’t even sure you could move. A cool hand was on your forehead, steadying you.

“Keep still. I’m going to get you some water.”

Moments later, a glass was at your lips and you drank appreciatively as a steady hand on the back of your head kept it up. When you were done, they steadily laid your head back against the pillow. Swallowing a couple more times, you dared open your eyes. Blinking a few times, you saw that you were in a cozy room with stone walls, a roaring fire, and furs lining the floor. Jeongguk was sitting beside you on the bed and you should have been surprised but you weren’t. Saving you seemed to be the detriment you never meant to put on his life. At least this time you weren’t actively looking for him.

“How do you feel?”

“Sore. Like I haven’t moved.”

“You’ve been out for over a week. You’re completely healed, but I’m sure there’s still some pain there. I’ve been trying to keep it under control.”

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?” He looked tired. He wasn’t much different from when you last saw him. He had filled out with more muscle, but he still had the same boyish quality to his face.

“You keep having to save me.”

“Well, somebody has to. You keep getting yourself into trouble.” The bags under his eyes were prominent and the tension he held in his shoulders relaxed a little. “I thought…you had died for a second. I was holding you in my arms trying to get you back here and you just…” His voice caught in his throat and he cleared it immediately, hoping you wouldn’t notice. “You just went limp in my arms.”

Guilt hung heavy in your heart as you realized the pain you had caused him.

“I didn’t mean to make you worry.”

“I know you weren’t looking for me.” He seemed sad as he said the words.

“How did you know?”

“I could always feel you when you were looking for me. Remember when I said not all Fae can be seen?”

He had been watching you. All these years he had been watching you.

“But this time it was just a coincidence…or something like that. Something felt off. Wrong. I had this urge telling me to just go up and look and there you were, on your knees with that arrow in your chest and you just slumped to the side. I panicked.” You held your hand out and grasped his in yours.

“The woods aren’t safe.” He couldn’t look at you as you held his hand, but he wasn’t moving either. Tears swam in his eyes and he blinked fast to quell them.

“Thank you,” you said lifting his hand and kissing his palm. “Thank you for saving me.”

His eyes met yours as his heated stare was turned on you. He let out a shaky laugh as his eyes shimmered. When he shook his head, the gems twinkled in the light and caused small flashes to shine off the wall.

“You’re going to kill me one day,” he said.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about it if I make it back home.”

“Why?”

“I was supposed to be getting married…”

Realization dawned across his face. “The white dress.”

Of course, he removed it, he had to when he was getting the arrow out and cleaning the wound, but he was so scared of you dying that he hadn’t paid attention.

“If he’ll still have me after being gone for so long.”

Sadness crept into your heart again thinking about the loveless life ahead of you. Jeongguk’s expression fell as he held your hand. He was losing you. Permanently. But your paths were never meant to cross. It was never meant to be this way and that’s why he tried to break your heart when he last saw you. If you truly thought he didn’t want you, you wouldn’t come back. And you hadn’t; not for many years. The pain he felt was immense, but he kept himself busy, watched over you the best he could, and tried to forget all about the kiss. But the kiss plagued him. It woke him from sleep and interrupted his daily thoughts. Thoughts of your smile in the firelight kept him up at night and your laugh echoed in his deepest buried memories. The moment he had held your hand in the cave, he had fallen in love. Such a creature so clumsy and yet so elegant had never crossed his path again.

He was here, so close, looking just as pained as you felt.

“But I love you, Jeongguk.”

His eyes betrayed every emotion and his face wasn’t much help either. His eyebrows shot up as his eyes widened.

“You what?”

“I love you,” you said a little louder. “I’ve loved you for over a decade and I’m going to love you for as long as this life will give me.”

He kissed you much like he had beside the fire; with surprise and passion. His lips found yours and the tension of years washed away under his touch. He had thought about you all this time and he had loved you in his own way. His hands cupped your face as he kissed you, tongue dancing over yours and you sighed as the sweet taste you so missed played across your taste buds. He shifted until he was hovering over you, layers of blankets between the both of you, but the weight of him brought you comfort. Jeongguk had nestled home in your heart and never left. You moaned as he pressed against you and he shot back with surprise.

“Am I hurting you?” Worry painted his features.

“No, keep kissing me,” you said while drawing him back in.

Jeongguk started to peel back layers of blankets in a desperate attempt to be closer. You didn’t know what to expect when he pulled back the last one but looked down to see he had dressed you in one of his shirts. You blushed knowing he had seen you bare, but it was in a moment of panic and probably meant nothing. He had to break the kiss to get to you, but as soon as he had all the blankets kicked to the side, he delicately held himself above you as he kissed you again. All the years of waiting was poured into that kiss and the dam had been broken. He wasn’t going to hold back now, not ever again. His hand was on your hip and pushed up under your shirt. The contrast of cold on warm had gooseflesh washing over you and you pushed yourself upwards into his touch. Ever so slowly, he slid his hand up the side of your waist, fingers ghosting the side of your breast, the underside, and then around your nipple until it pebbled under his touch. You sighed as he tweaked it between his fingers, reveling in the small sounds you were giving him.

“I’ve waited so long for this,” he whispered against your lips.

“So have I,” you murmured desperately.

His hand was firm on your skin as he moved down your stomach. You realized you had on no undergarments as you spread your legs. If there was one thing you knew, it was that you wanted this, and you would open yourself to him fully. He ran his fingers over your slit as if he were worshiping you, feeling every bit of you, collecting what he could, and keeping it for himself. You gripped his shoulders tightly as he slowly pumped one finger inside of you. His lips were on your jawline, neck, and collarbone as he slowly worked you open. You had never been with a man before, but you knew now that there would be no one after him.

“Will you give yourself to me?” His lips were against your cheek, eyes closed, as he felt you around his finger so soft and warm.

“Yes, you can have all of me.” Your chest arched upwards into him as he slipped another finger inside of you.

“You could stay with me forever.”

His fingers brushed over a spot deep inside of you that had you clenching around him as you moaned. His teeth grazed the skin of your shoulder and he placed searing kisses to the space above your breast.

“All you have to do is let me take you. Let me claim you.”

A distant memory of a young Jeongguk came to the forefront of your mind.

“Will you protect me?” the words slipped through your lips like water and flowed over Jeongguk. He felt as if his entire life was meant to protect you.

“Yes.”

“Promise?”

“Promise.”

You pulled his face towards yours as you kissed him. This time it was slow, passionate, and held answers that he was looking for.

“I want you to take me.”

“You’ll have to stay forever.”

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

He was desperate. Desperate to get what he always wanted. He had held back all these years and you were finally saying the words he never thought he would hear. He pulled his fingers from you and pushed his pants off. He yanked the shirt you had on upwards, working it over your head and onto the floor. Grabbing his cock, he rubbed it along your slit, gathering the sticky wetness amongst the pre cum. Your moans were like a drug to him, a toxin that ran through his veins that had him feeling as if his body were not his own. He slowed his actions, savoring the taste of your skin as his tongue flicked across you. He pushed the head in slightly, allowing you to feel the sting and adjust. He kept you distracted as he rotated his tongue around your nipple and pushed a little further. You pushed your head back into the pillows as your body arched forward, begging to be absorbed by his. A little further and his arm was around your back, pulling you closer, and biting the skin beneath your breast. Lightning seemed to shoot through you as he slid in all the way. Pleasure followed the discomfort as soon as he filled you up. You felt as if you were floating, held in his arms, as your body connected with his.

“_____,” he sighed as he took his time. He didn’t move while he kissed the valley of your breasts, slowly back up your neck and to your lips once more. He moved experimentally, not wanting to hurt you. The first thrust shot heat through your body, the second cooled it on contact, the third had flames licking all the way down to your toes, and the rest became a blur as your body took in all the sensations. You had never known anything could ever feel this good. He leaned back, wanting to see you. He was on his knees as he gripped your waist, pulling you onto him as he thrust into you with more force. He watched the way your breasts bounced with each push of his hips and he was even more fascinated with the way your cunt seemed to be made for him, pulling him back in each time. He fell to his left hand over you, wrapped his right arm around your waist and pulled you upwards. You supported yourself on your feet as he held your back aloft, changing the angle in which he thrust into you, and hit directly where he wanted to be. You cried out and clung to the sheets around you as he ground his cock into you, hips stimulating against your clit. Each rocking motion of his cock inside of you had your world tilting upside down until you could neither distinguish up nor down. Hot, molten pleasure shot out to your limbs and hardened as you came. Your fingers cramped as they bit into the sheets, toes curling in on themselves, and you were left gasping for air. Jeongguk’s grip on your back relaxed and soon you were melting among sheets and blankets as if they were going to absorb you whole. He laid down beside you slowly and pulled you to his chest. The steady rhythm of his heart grounded you and soon yours was matching its beat. His arms were firm around you with the silent promise of never letting you go.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” he whispered. You heard the uncertainty in his voice.

You turned in his arms to look at him. You were met with those same green eyes you had dreamed of since you were 13. This time, you weren’t letting this go, no matter what you lost from your previous life.

“I’ve wanted you since I met you. I’m not turning away for a fourth time, no matter how hard you try to break my heart.”

“You have to say the words, in order for me to…to keep you.”

You had heard legend that there was a simple aphorism in which the Fae could claim a human. You swallowed thickly and nodded, full of excitement and fear; fear of the unknown and what was to come.

“Take me away at evening’s soft light,” he said softly.

“Take me away at evening’s soft light.” Your voice was low, but confident.

“When the world grows quiet and the owl takes flight.”

Visions of your parents swam through your mind as you said the words. You loved them dearly and they you, but now was the time for you to move on.

“Take me now, to the world of the Fae.”

The air around you changed and shifted, charged with electricity as if there were about to be a storm.

“You’ll keep me now, forever I’ll stay.”

As stay came whispering from your lips a dim light glowed under his skin over his heart. It traveled, like a little ball of light, from him to you, settling in the exact same spot, filling you with warmth before fading away. You were his and his alone, destined to live an immortal life by his side.

Legends passed down through time. Your disappearance was discussed, and the story retold until outlandish ones were made that spread throughout the mountain country; told in homes by fireside, before children went to sleep at night, and grandparents claiming to have been there when it happened. In some, a wicked, evil Fae had kidnapped a girl and kept her as a slave to cook, clean, and provide for him as he saw fit, never letting her rest. In others, she was seized because the Fae was so taken by her beauty that he couldn’t possibly let anyone else have her. And then, there were those who had whispers of truth weaved among its words. She went willingly, out of love, giving up her mortal life to live life eternal.

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Snail

Disclaimer: I do not consider Jaehyun a fuckboy in the derogatory sense of the term, he’s just very flirty and cocky in this piece for entertaining purposes okay lol alright let’s go; also, no, the snail title has nothing to do with the sexy situation lol dw, it’s a cursed one but not that cursed Words: 5K Warnings: mention of blood (regarding a little cut on the hand, nothing serious) related to the plot not the sexy bits | manhandling and rough | oral (both) + swallowing + face fucking

As the floor trembled and your escargot went flying all the way until meeting the handsome face of a stranger, you promised yourself to learn how to say no more often. You had no idea why you accepted to be on a cruise in the middle of the Pacific. Wasn't the Pacific supposed to be, you know, pacific? Or were you just that clumsy?

Your mouth was open and it continued to grow ever wider at the look of one escargot sliding slowly on the man's eyes. He was standing there, with hands wide open in front of him as if someone splashed a bucket of cold water on his whole body. "I am-" you got closer with the first napkin you could find, "-mortified" you added, trying hard to build up courage and wipe the garlic off his nose. But you didn't manage to as he preferred to wipe his whole face with his palm instead. You watched him with a sorry and disgusted face, while awkwardly holding the fabric with both of your hands. Then he suddenly opened his eyes and gave you the most assassin of looks. His wet eyelashes accentuated the growing redness and his furrowed eyebrows created a deep, scary shadow. You gulped loudly and jolted as he slid the napkin from your fingers with a violent movement. "I apologize, I didn't-" you tried to speak again but as the man finished to wipe his face he turned his back to you and walked away throwing the napkin at your feet. "-mean to…" you whispered without completing the phrase as no one was there to listen to it anymore.

Your sister laughed loudly for a solid minute into the phone. You sighed but you felt the chuckle warm up your chest and you found yourself grinning as well. "I can imagine his face even if I don't know what he looks like-" she spoke again but choking on the words as another laughing fit interrupted her. You shook your head as if pretending to be disappointed by her behavior. "It was terrible. I've been here for 20 minutes and I've already made a fool out of myself," you commented. "Y/N, I know you don't like stuff like this, but that fundraising party is vital for the image of my company," your sister finally was able to catch her breath. You rested your elbows on the iron rails and looked down at the shining water. "Yes, don't worry, I can deal with all of this". "Just smile and shake hands and tell people who is giving the money you're giving," you listened to your sister's voice through the phone. The sun was so bright that it was almost difficult for you to keep your eyes open. You suddenly started to feel hot and tired, already socially exhausted after interacting with only one person. Turning around, you stared at the colorful clothes people were wearing, yellow, red, green, white, pink, bright blue and your head started to hurt. Everyone was chatting loudly, holding drinks, telling each other about their last investments, yachts, airplanes, jewelry, celebrity parties, vacation plans. What in the world would you talk with them about when your dress was $15 and your earrings probably plastic? You sighed again. "-and remember to talk to the fundraiser. He's a pain in the ass but rather charming if you know what buttons to press," you listened to your sister's last words while wondering what she said before that. "Alright, get well soon," you replied, eager to sit somewhere in the shade with a nice refreshing lemonade or something. You walked around the deck, thinking about how nice it would be to put your hot feet inside the cool water of the pool. But no, the fundraiser wanted a chic, semi-formal look for the party. As if anyone cares. You rolled your eyes, having a full-on conversation with yourself inside your mind, hovering over the refreshments. You poured yourself whatever looked fresh and not too sweet and downed it all. It was only when you turned around, hearing the mic being hit as if someone was trying to grab everyone’s attention that you realized you just had a big ass glass of alcohol. “Thank you for being here,” said the man. He was on top of the small stage from where the live band was providing people with background noise. People clapped and you imitated them, trying to walk at the front and see the fundraiser’s face. Finally, he was speaking. Afterwards, it wouldn’t be that weird to just go inside your cabin and chill for the rest of the day until dinner, would it? You “sorry, uhm, excuse me, haha, mind if I just-, thank you” ed you way until being able to see the man’s feet. First thing: boat shoes. Okay, you were on a boat, kind of, but, honestly? Come on. Then you raised your eyes to see his cream shorts and sighed. In the end you eyed his red shirt with black palms on it. What a rollercoaster. But it wasn’t until you saw his face that you felt like falling down. “Snail man!” you gasped covering your mouth with your hand. Curious eyes looked at you from left and right and the man himself stopped from talking and looked down at you. You didn’t yell that just now, did you? Now you were definitely going to be thrown off the ship. Snail man’s eyes were firing but his lips smiled when he cleared his throat and just continued the monologue as if you were a little fly not worth his attention. You pressed your lips together, hoping that your warm cheeks would be mistaken for sunburns instead of killing mortification. After everything was finished and the band started playing their music again, you debated whether talking to the fundraiser or not. He didn’t look very pleased to see you and you were afraid you were going to embarrass yourself even further, but your conscience didn’t let you just run away. You didn’t apologize properly and your sister would be upset that you didn’t talk to him at all. “Uhm, excuse me,” you spoke to him, rising your hand a little as when you’re too shy to call the waitress to ask for more breadsticks. He turned his head to look at you, one hand in his pocket and the other one holding a glass of champagne. His eyebrows got furrowed very quickly and you sensed that he was doing everything in his power to not roll his eyes. “Ah, snail woman herself,” he commented with a dry voice. You walked towards him hurriedly as if glad he gave you a chance to talk to him. “I wanted to properly apologize for the incident. I didn’t do it on purpose… uh…” you knew his name was Jung Jaehyun but he was too young for you to use honorifics with him. At the same time, he definitely looked like someone wanting to be called Sir. He sighed. “Call me Mr. Jung,” he told you. Yep. “Mr. Jung,” you repeated. He sipped on his drink again. You stared. Uhm?? He should tell you that he’s forgiving you now, right? That’s how human interactions work. I’m sorry. Oh no, it’s alright. “Is there something else you wanted to tell me?” he spoke after the awkward pause. Was there something else you had to tell him? You were kind of panicking. How do rich people talk? “I am Y/N?” you question, hoping it was what he wanted to hear. Nice to meet you Y/N, let’s just pretend that we didn’t have an abrupt first contact and let me help you feel less embarrassed. But no. He laughed at you. Yeah. Just like that. He laughed loudly for everyone to hear while your whole face got even more flushed than before. The people that were close enough to you to hear your conversation, chuckled secretly, giving you weird stares. You stared at his face. If you didn’t feel a slow-boiling rage inside your chest, you might have considered his laugh charming, with those white teeth and deep dimples of his. But you were indeed starting to feel rather irritated. You did splatter him in buttery escargots and called him a snail, but you apologized and he definitely saw how mortified you were. Was this a way to make you pay? You looked around and felt the urge to hug yourself but you didn’t want to look more vulnerable that you actually were. “Okay, I’m sorry,” he talked again and you locked eyes with him again. He was still amused but a softer light adorned his eyes. “I’m messing with you. It’s fine. We’re cool, don’t worry about the snails,” he added, walking towards the refreshments table and looking around, unsure. You tailed him to be able to hear what he was saying. He was probably those types of people that were used to just walk around a company while six people surrounded him taking notes and helping him to take off his jacket. “Escargot,” you whispered. The man shrugged. “Snails that you eat. Besides, you called me snail man, not escargot man”. You took a glass of orange juice while he smelled some pastries. “Unless you wanted to say that I look like a snail,” he considered. “Oh no, you don’t look like one at all,” you assured him. “And how do I look?”. “Very handsome-” you sputtered before being able to stop yourself. Okay, what the actual fuck? There were legit thousands of different ways to say it. You look fine. You look nice. You look good. Nonchalantly Y/N. More casual. As if you don’t care. No. You look very handsome. God. To the snail man that embarrassed you just 1 minute ago. Mr. Jung looked at you with the corner of his eye and smiled. Who knows how many times he has heard that before. “Honestly, you caught my eyes as you entered the cruise. I was there when you tripped because I was coming to talk to you,” he confessed. His tone was flat though as if he was talking about the weather. Your head jerked into his direction. How does one reply to that? Thanks? Should you feel flattered? Okay, he was a very handsome man but if he needed only a piece of garlic thrown to his face to change his mind about you (when it was an accident) then you didn't want it. “I see,” you talked awkwardly while your hand tried to put down your empty glass. “Hey, caref-” Mr. Jung warned you but it was too late. Your nerves were so thin that you didn’t realize how fragile crystal glasses actually were. “Oh, shit-” you stared at the shattered pieces in your hand. One of your fingers was quick to bleed little beads of blood. “I am so sorry,” you apologized for what you felt was the 20th time that day. For no reason. “Let me see,” Mr. Jung ordered, carefully cleaning the skin of any remaining fragments after you opened your hand. “I have a first aid kit in my suite. Let’s go,” he spoke again and taking your other hand he just walked away, as if completely sure you'd follow him. You tugged a little trying to convince him that you were fine. “It’s alright. I have a band-aid in my purse”. Mr. Jung just stared at you without saying a word as if his eyes were powerful enough to command you to do what he wanted. Not negotiable, they were saying. You softened your grip and let yourself be dragged away with a sigh.

His cabin didn’t look like yours at all. It was much more spacious and elegant. His bed was round and luxurious. It looked so sensual with its red and black bedding that you had to look away. Your heels got buried in the soft and thick rug placed in the middle of the floor. Mr. Jung’s perfume impregnated the whole room and you felt a little light-headed. He took you to the desk in front of the big windows that were showing the lazy waves underneath the cruise. Leaving you there to rest your hips on the wooden furniture, he opened a cabinet and retrieved what he needed to disinfect your cut. When he turned around and got closer you could see how his expression was serious and stern, no trace of the flirty light from before. Maybe he didn't want you to sue him for hurting yourself on his cruise? You breathed sharply through your teeth when he placed the cold and wet cotton on your finger and he raised his eyes to look at you. You returned the glare. “It’s alright,” you whispered, inciting him to go on. You had no idea why you kept your voice so low. Maybe because he was standing so close to you, almost touching your knees with his thighs, or maybe because he looked so concentrated, his plump lips slightly open and a little line between his eyebrows. As he was looking down on your hand, you looked at his face for the first time without feeling shy. You didn’t like to see blood or maybe it was the sun hitting your head but you suddenly felt all your limbs very weak. When he was done and looked up, you swallowed and made sure to be caught gazing at the surroundings instead of the nude collarbones his unbuttoned shirt revealed. But maybe he wasn’t that stupid. “You look very pale,” he commented while raising a hand and brushing his thumb on your lower lip. “You also look a little shocked,” he added more amused when you jolted at his touch. Yeah, because you’re touching me, not because of the cut. What was he doing? Do rich people think that they own people as well? You tried to express that with your eyes but he looked unfazed as if doing that was as easy and normal as to shake someone’s hand. You knew you had to move away, tell him that you just need to get some rest, maybe lay down for a bit. But your limbs wouldn’t move. You cleared your throat. “Thank you,” you murmured moving your hand as to indicate what you were referring to. Mr. Jung was just staring, apparently not used to reply to gratitude, eyes slightly narrowed as if analyzing you, then they went down and openly looked at your breasts.

Okay. Alright. You didn’t wear any bra because it would have ruined the dress silhouette and you were already anxious out of your mind wondering if your nipples would show or not, so you definetly didn’t expect people to just staring at it. You gulped and let out a little nervous laugh while shifting your body, trying to do something that would distract him from staring at your boobs, not because you hated it, but because you suddenly felt exposed, shy and, God save us, maybe a little turned on. You shouldn’t have drunk that glass of alcohol. “Your suite is very nice. The color scheme is intense but charming-” you started to cary the conversation but felt your breath hitch as he got suddenly even closer as if not listening nor caring about what you were trying to discuss. “Please, don’t stop talking,” he purred. “I love your voice,” he added distracted. “You’re not even listening to me,” you replied with a tiny sound. “Mm, you’re right, I’m focusing on other things right now,” he smiled finally lifting his gaze on your face. “Your dress has a blood spot right here,” he pointed to one of your nipples, touching it, definitely feeling how it got hard because of it. You quickly dropped your head to your chest to see. Damn it!, that was a big ass spot on your fucking bright yellow dress. “Why did you wait so long to tell me that?” you jerked your head up again. He shrugged. “I got distracted”. And you knew what he meant with that. You rolled your eyes, crossing your arms on your chest and puffing your cheeks. He found that very funny and just laughed at you. Again. “I think I should go now,” you nodded to yourself as if building up the courage to get up. “Yeah”, Mr. Jung agreed. But you didn’t move nor did he. So, he tilted his head on the side and wetted his lips with the tip of his tongue, getting as close as to whisper on your lips. “Or maybe you’re waiting for me to help you get undressed?” he asked teasingly. His hands were pressed on the desk around your body, his arms feeling like a cage and his presence so intense that you physically shivered. “You- you should let me go,” you stuttered, even if you both already understood that you had no intention to go away. Mr. Jung let his dimples appear in a shiny smile. "What if I want to do something else?" he asked without breaking eye contact. You kept in a whimper, not used to hear people talking to you like that. "You'd have to at least buy me dinner first," you tried to joke and keep up with his vibe. "I'll fill you up so well that you won't want to eat anything else," he whispered and you've never felt your guts do what they just did ever before. Fuck. "I-" you blinked unable to look at his eyes. What was happening? Why was the fundraiser flirting with you? Why weren't you already on your feet walking towards your cabin? Why were your fingers moving slowly to touch his wrist? Why did you were feeling the urge to let it brush his skin and follow the vein on his forearm until reaching the bicep then upon his shoulder, caressing it when it reached the soft part of the neck trying to understand if his pulse was beating as fast as yours or not. He let you do that as your eyes followed your hand and when it was close to his face you saw his jaw clench. You stopped. "Go on," he ordered but you couldn't bring yourself to, feeling your cheeks suddenly burn. So he took your hand and forced it down on his chest, slowly, letting you feel his muscles underneath the thin shirt fabric, going down on his abdomen, making your breath hitch as he flexed his abs on your fingertips, not stopping, letting it slide on his cold belt until your palm was all the way on his turgid length. He pressed his hand on yours even harder, letting you understand what you were dealing with, not looking away from your face, loving your reactions. Oh, you were wet, fuck you were so wet. "Okay," you breathed out, "okay, okay, you won Mr. Jung". "But there is no game," he explained with a sly smile. "If you're trying to make me pay or embarrass me because of the incident, then I'm sorry again Mr. Jung-” you spoke trying to keep your composure that was holding itself on the thinnest thread ever. He chuckled. “I’m trying to tell you that I want to fuck you, miss Y/N,” he whispered against your ear, articulating every word, slowly, as if he was touching you already with his voice alone. You let out a tiny moan that became suddenly bigger as his tongue lightly traced the curve of your neck, making you stretch it to the side. Then he just bit down, hard, with no warning, sucking on the skin, grabbing your thighs, digging his fingers into your flesh and lifting you into his arms. You yelped and tightened your arms around his neck not expecting the movement and not expecting his throwing you on the bed either. You exhaled sharply as it knocked all of the air out of your lungs and he didn’t even give you a single second to breathe in again, that he was already on the bed, on his knees, between your legs. Oh, God. It’s about to happen. But he didn’t do what you thought he would do. His smile never flattered and his eyes never let you go while his palms caressed your legs slowly, from your calves, going underneath your knees, tickling your sensitive skin, then upon your thigh where the dress split started. You looked down at his hands and just gasped loudly when he held the fabric and just tore it apart. “It was ruined anyway, baby girl,” he assured you seeing your shocked expression. You jolted again when he touched your stomach and ripped your dress again, this time until the tear reached your chest and you felt the material sliding off your skin to the sides. Naked in one second, you shivered certain that your cheeks were burning. You wanted to say something, but you had no idea what should one say in these types of situations. “Would you help me take this off as well, babe?” Mr. Jung smiled. “I can’t possibly tear that apart,” you sat up shocked. Jaehyun’s deep laugh tickled your ears. “Just unbutton it, love, it’s enough,” he suggested and you obeyed lifting your hands to rest on his chest for a moment then slowly tackling the task. You felt Mr. Jung’s gaze on your body just as present as his fingers drawing little circles on your bare thighs. “You are so beautiful, miss Y/N,” he suddenly said making your hands tremble on the last button. His compliment didn’t linger in your mind too much though as the image in front of you knocked your thoughts out of your mind. You touched him, starting from the bottom, pressing your hands hard then going up scratching his skin with your nails. He breathed out as your fingers spread on his chest and you expected him to finally kiss you but he just raised one hand and cupped your face, feeling your cheek with his thumb then letting it descend on your neck, massaging your throat, applying some pressure, enough for you to open your lips in an attempt to breath better. Your legs squirmed around him, trying hard to get together, indicating him that something between them needed attention. But he just smiled and didn’t budge. His hand continued to go down on your body until reaching your soft breasts, cupping them, feeling the smoothness of your skin and the plumpness of your hard nipples. You whined at the touch and your eyes implored him to go faster. “Be a good girl for me, or I will stop,” he warned you softly. “You want me to stop?” You shook your head quickly, so easy to submit yourself to him. He smiled as if pleased and let your breasts go to unbuckle his belt. His pace was so calm and slow, so different from just a minute ago when he literally ripped your clothes off your body. He was a surprise and your core felt even wetter at the thought of what he might do next. When he let his thick cock out, pumping it slowly, licking his lips teasingly, you thought he wanted you to go down on him, and oh, you were so eager to do it, letting your tongue feel his veins and taste his flavour. But he clicked his tongue with a dimpled smile as if reading your mind and directed his length on your breasts, hitting your nipples with the tip of his cock, little drops of precum smearing on them, making both of your breaths hitch. You looked down at how it moved and promptly grabbed your chest, tightening it around him, opening your mouth and letting a trail of saliva fall on it. Jaehyun hummed appreciatively and moved his hips between our breasts, loving the way your skin felt on his hot cock, grunting every now and then and biting his lower lip. You, on the other hand, were panting loudly, soon shut up by his fingers shoved inside your mouth to suck on them. Your tongue wet them well while looking up at him with lusty eyes as if asking if you were being a good girl or not. The answer was that you were so good that he had to feel that tongue on his cock as well. So he just grabbed your head by the nape and filled your mouth all in one go, hitting the back of your throat with the hottest groan you’ve heard a man do before. “Oh- oh fuck, fuck-” he managed to say as his adam apple went up and down, swallowing hard. He was so hot, rolling himself on your tongue, chocking you, thrusting fast, holding your face with both of his hands, staring down at how his cock disappeared between your lips. You whined at his size and you would have let him know that it was too much if he didn’t release right at that moment with a shudder of his hips. His expression was pained from pleasure and he tried to pull out but you grabbed his sides to keep him in place and he cursed again, feeling his cum slide down your throat as you swallowed around him, adding to the euphoria. A little trail of it came out your lips and down your chin that you promptly collected with your finger and licked off, slowly, not breaking eye contact. “You are driving me fucking crazy,” his voice came out deep and dangerous just like the look in his dark eyes and just like his manners. He grabbed your shoulders and pushed you down on your back but not giving you a second to catch your breath as you were already turned around on your stomach with a dull thud, his hands forcing you to get on all fours in front of him. Your panties were quickly dragged down your legs but your needy core wasn’t left bare too long as his tongue replaced the fabric, hugging your form tightly, vibrating restlessly on your bundle of nerves, smacking it by tugging it with his lip, caressing it with his thumb, stretching you out to fuck you with his fingers. Previously upright on your hands you just had to let yourself fall on the mattress, not having a single ounce of force in your arms anymore, pressing your face on the covers, mumbling nonsense as Jaehyun was sending you into pure bliss. His teeth followed his tongue on your thigh, biting the soft flesh and sucking on it hard, adding to the sensation his fingers provided so deep inside of you. “S-sir,” you whimpered breathlessly, “don’t stop, please,” you begged. And he didn’t. “Does it feel good, princess?” he asked before going back to tease your clit. “Y-yes, yes, please, I want-” you whispered. He knew what you wanted. He kept on pumping your core fast even when you let out a high pitched sound, gripping the sheets underneath you and squirming restlessly. Your legs were still shaking in spasms when he rolled your over on your back again digging his fingers into your skin, not worried about leaving marks. You looked at him and whined seeing his cocky smile, knowing that nothing good would come out of it. Sprawled like that in front of him, letting him look at every inch of your body in broad sunlight, with your head clearer thanks to the explosive orgasm you’ve just had, you let your hands cover your breasts as if helping to cover you a little. A little tingle of shame caressed your spine and you couldn’t bear to look at Jaehyun in the eyes. He smiled placing his hands on your waist and dragging your body towards him, opening your legs around his hips with a rough movement. “Are you getting embarrassed for behaving like a little slut just now, angel?” he teased you, caressing your thighs. “Let me see everything, put your hands away,” he ordered. You looked at his face for a brief moment and gulped, nervous, still very turned on but so shy at the same time. “I said,” he lowered his voice by a few notes, making your breath quicken, “put your hands away,” he added, intimidating as never before. His expression was lusty but dangerous and you were about to obey, but he didn’t have much patience. He came closer as lighting and grabbing your wrists, he pinned them above your head, keeping them down in an iron grip. His chest was almost touching your breasts and his cock was laying between your wet folds. Jaehyun started to slowly roll his hips and you felt him harden at every movement, twitching on your raw clit, making you jolt. You breathed on his lips, thin moans forming on your tongue, mind starting to get foggy again, your everything telling you to just let yourself go. “Please- please I want-” you mumbled choking on your breath while his other hand traveled south, kneading your hip and pressing your leg against himself even harder. “Yes, darling?” he whispered back, pelvis moving at a slow pace, driving you crazy. “Please- I want to feel you inside,” you confessed with a tiny voice before suddenly losing all air in your lungs as he penetrated you in one go, burying himself deep inside, thrusting hard as to make your body shift on the bed sheets back and forth. “Like this, baby?” he asked with a broken voice. “You wanted this? To feel my cock stretch your sweet little pussy like this, huh?”. You tried to hum back but only high moans escaped your mouth as he was pressing so hard into you, isolating his pelvis movements as if hammering, making your toes curl and legs tighten, all of your muscles tensioned and twitching underneath his weight. “My little disobedient princess had the courage to ask for my cock? Now, you’re going to get it” he got up on his knees again, caressing your stomach then sliding down and rubbing your clit with his thumb. You arched your back, eyes rolling back in your head, hands shifting while trying something to hold onto. When you lifted your hips so close to coming undone yet again, he descended again, stopping with a deep thrust. Remaining still inside and holding you tight, he wrapped your body with his, squishing your breasts with his hard chest. You whined, clenching around him, so so close, please, you were so close. Against your neck, you heard him breathing heavily and chuckle before leaving wet kissed on your skin. Reaching your lips he thrust in again, pushing you into the mattress, repeating the same movement as before, knocking the air out of your lungs, making you moan as never before. You wanted him to move, you wanted him to continue to hit that sweet spot again and again until you would lose your fucking mind. But you had no force to articulate any words so you just wrapped his neck with your arms and dragged him down in your first kiss, letting your tongue communicate what you couldn’t say, whining and wincing, making him growl as you clenched around his throbbing cock while he let his hips move again until they lost rhythm.

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You've probably said this before but what's your favorite aspect of the TOG series? I've only read like ten pages of the first book lol

aaaaa thank u for asking!! this sort of leads into something i’ve been meaning to talk about for a while so i hope you’re prepared for An Essay No One Wanted By Me. anyway this is a two-part answer, read below:

1. Aelin. Celaena. The main bitch, whatever you wanna call her lol. Without her I probably wouldn’t have cared about the series at all and wouldn’t currently be trapped in ToG tumblr hell reluctantly stanning a racist and homophobic series, but unfortunately when I was like twelve years old or whatever and read the first book I literally imprinted on Celaena like a baby duckling. To the extent that she became, like, the default avatar for all my maladaptive daydreaming and If I Don’t Project On Her At All Times I Will Die. It’s not like she’s the only thing I like about the series (I loooove a lot of the other characters, especially the gals, and the writing can be really great and engaging and cinematic) but Aelin has always been the supermassive black hole at the center of it all for me. I wouldn’t know how to even begin untangling her character from my psyche at this point. It’s honestly a little disturbing. Anyway.

2. Part two is a quality of the series that I feel was unprecedented in its strength in the first five books of the series (ToG-QoS plus the prequel novellas) and really really disappointingly weak in the last two books (EoS-KoA). Like I said above, Aelin has always been my main interest in tog so I read and enjoyed the last two anyway, but I definitely felt the loss of this - “this” being the detail and attention paid to all different types of relationships between characters, and how rich and unpredictable those relationships were as a result.

That sounds like kind of a broad, vague thing, but what I mean is that (in my opinion) rarely are romances and friendships and rivalries explored with such nuance, complexity, drama, and realism in most YA as they are in ToG. I remember reading Cassandra Clare’s books (lmao.) as a pre teen and loving those as well, but totally being able to predict who was going to end up with who, and finding the character dynamics to be pretty cut and dry.

In ToG that’s not the case at all. Like, you’ve got Celaena and Sam, a really complex example of enemies to lovers to….. Tragically Dead Boyfriend Whose Demise Fuels My Guilt and Self-Hatred For Seven More Books, Lysandra and Aelin, two girls pitted against each other by their abuser who team up a year later to unlearn their internalized misogyny and kill him, and Aelin and Chaol, who… how do I even describe the ups and downs (and downs. and more downs) of their relationship.

And that’s just three pairs! Pull the names of two characters out of a hat and I can almost guarantee essays worth of material could be written about them. Arobynn and Aelin? Aelin and Nehemia? Chaol and Dorian, as much as I hate both of them and feel that their relationship as been widely mischaracterized? All fascinating!!! No two people in those first few books are just friends, or just lovers, or just enemies. It’s always more complex, there’s always a history or tension or competing agendas or viewpoints that Fuck Shit Up.

And benefit of that is twofold: one, everything that happens between the characters just…. lands so well. The betrayals and triumphs and losses and victories of The Assassin’s Blade and Crown of Midnight and Queen of Shadows (especially TAB) are fucking heart-stopping. It’s great character-driven entertainment!! Gripping and engaging and vivid to the point of being painful.

And two, there’s no way to predict where a relationship is going to go. Aelin and Lysandra teaming up in QoS instead of returning to their rivalry? Who would have thought! Ansel and Celaena’s summer fling (they were in love. fight me.) ending like That? Holy fuck. Nesryn and Chaol breaking up in ToD? Oh shit! I fell for it again! Rowan and Aelin ending up together after everyone swore they were brotp in HoF? Hell yeah! Chaolaena seeming like endgame and then ending forever, with Chaol and Aelin realizing that the rift between them that began in CoM was something that would never sufficiently heal? Unprecedented. Fucking badass for a YA book to curve everyone like that. Tween me was shook out of her mind.

(Important to note, though, that the downside of this style was that SJM couldn’t tell where ~unpredictable relationships and characters~ ended and fridging began, and as a result, not one but two woc were killed off to make white characters sad and it sucked beyond belief).

Aaaaaand then QoS, the peak of literature, turned into EoS, and SJM just… gave up on all of that. I remember the first time Dorian and Manon met, and I was like oh, okay. So they’re going to end up together. And I was right. I remember that on this site, before EoS came out, before Lorcan and Elide ever fucking MET, people predicted the existence of Elorcan!! And they were right!! Like how fucking boring? Everyone is just paired off into completely predictable heterosexual ships and those are now the only relationships we get to read about (with a few exceptions, like Aelin/Aedion, Aelin/Fenrys, etc.).

I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again: my least favorite thing about Manorian is not that I find the relationship to be shitty (although I do, I really do). It’s that Dorian is suddenly the only character Manon gets to interact with in any meaningful way.

Like, are you kidding?! I want to read about Manon and Elide, Manon and Asterin, Rowan and Lorcan, Aelin and Lysandra, Aelin and Nesyrn, even if it’s not romantically (although some of them, like Manon and Elide, absolutely should have been, and the fact that not only was that ship very thoroughly sunk, but also they didn’t even get to TALK after QoS, felt like a real slap in the face to gay fans, but I digress), because those pairings previously had hella complexity and drama. But we don’t get to.

And this trend that’s so painfully present in the last two books Sucks for two reasons: one, every relationship that isn’t romantic (which were previously some of the most interesting ones) is abandoned so that more time can be made for The Hets™ and two, the relationships that are romantic, now the only ones left, are totally fucking boring and predictable!! If two characters are interacting at any point (if one is male and the other is female, of course) then you know for a fact that they’re not only love interests, but endgame.

And that makes me not care even when there is drama between them. Elide giving Lorcan the cold-shoulder for three hundred pages, and Manon and Dorian arguing, and Aedion being cruel to Lysandra weren’t compelling narratives to me like they should have been, because the whole time I was just thinking “but it doesn’t matter. I know it’s still endgame. There are no stakes here whatsoever; it’s a done deal.” Whereas Chaol and Celaena’s devestating breakup in CoM felt like (and was) suuuuper Real. An all-in bet on the wrong person. Crazy shit.

And not that I think two characters should never have a happy ending together (I really like rowaelin and nestaq and I would have loved malide!) but imagine how much cooler and subversive and entertaining it would have been if Elorcan, which seemed soooo totally cute and endgamey and borderline like fanfiction throughout all of EoS just ended forever right there and then on the beach, with Elide turning to Lorcan and saying “I hope you spend the rest of your miserable, immortal life suffering. I hope you spend it alone. I hope you live with regret and guilt in your heart and never find a way to endure it” - and BAM. She never speaks to him again. He’s dead to her.

I mean, talk about shock value! (See, Sarah, you can have shock value without killing of a person of color to make a white character sad 🙃). And I totally get that relational twists like that alienate fans more than just going the expected route and having them kiss and make-up does (I mean, the ending of Chaolaena in QoS certainly did, Jesus Christ) but I, Bella aelinbitch, personally live for that shit, and isn’t it only fair that all media cater directly and specifically to me? Lmao. But seriously, I do think it’s objectively more interesting, and that it keeps readers on their toes (I was on my ASS in EoS and KoA. Like. I was flat on my back sinking into the Earth).

And there are still sort of… glimmers of the old way she wrote in the first few books, but it just feels like a tease rather than something that’s really explored and indulged in the way it was before, and it just ends up being more frustrating (like what was the point of Manon and Dorian not getting married at the end of KoA if I would bet my life savings that in World of Tog it’ll be confirmed that they’re either married or still together) and sometimes downright problematic? Like to return to a previous example, I think all the drama between Aedion + Lysandra was a result of Sarah’s previous (good) instincts to shake stuff up and complicate the character dynamics, but it backfires because when they end up together, it’s not ever… worked out? Or addressed? If you create really intense drama between two people, then that needs to show up in their relationship, no matter how happy they end up together. It doesn’t just disappear.

And despite the fact that her understanding of that concept (that shit between two people doesn’t just disappear like magic) is one of my absolute favorite things about the first few books, Sarah even went as far as to use the last two books to retcon some of the original complexity away, which makes me want to rip out my hair!! Like Aelin at the end of KoA just going “Love you Chaol and Love you Dorian xoxoxoxoxox best friends forever!!!” instead of having, like, any type of mixed feelings about the way these boys treated her? I mean, come on! 100 pages earlier Chaol was openly saying she should die instead of Dorian! Why is everything just peachy-keen instead of fraught with tension!! (I know why. I know. It’s because she introduced way too many characters/POVs/storylines as the series went on and didn’t know what to do with them all besides sideline the nonromantic ones and pair off everyone else boy-girl boy-girl down the line). Or if it has to be peachy-keen, why is the peachy-keeness never critically examined as, perhaps, a repressive mechanism for Aelin to avoid dealing with painful truths from her past? Now that would be interesting.

(My ideal World of ToG would be just a transcript of the characters’ therapy sessions where Aelin realizes that her insistence that “Chaol and Dorian Are Her Friends!” is actually a way to keep herself safe emotionally and that she has plenty of reasons to hate them, and Lysandra realizes she should divorce Aedion lmao).

Anyway tldr: The variety, complexity, depth, and unpredictability of the relationships in Throne of Glass was simultaneously the most realistic (sometimes relationships of all kinds fall apart or veer off in unexpected directions and love is temporary and the boy you met in the first chapter isn’t actually your soulmate and it doesn’t mean he’s a villain) and the most gripping and dramatic (I would have been totally chill if maeve and erawan weren’t a thing and tog was just like a medieval soap opera, that’s how entertaining the character dynamics were) thing about the series, and to lose that in the last two books because of Heterosexuality (and introducing too many POVs and not knowing what to do with them all)…. kinda devastating.

This ended up being waaaaaay more complaining than it was talking about what I loved, but the only reason it bothers me so much is because it used to be so good!!! So just imagine the inverse of all the frustration I just vomited into this ask and you’ll have a good idea of how much I loved the series when things weren’t this way.

#im SO sorry for how shittily worded/ranty/emotional/long this is but *antoni from queer eye voice* a shitty YA series is actually something #that can be so personal...#greatest hits: hot takes

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tell us about your character's tragic backstory or i will reveal all the naughty secrets found in padmé's hair (such as the unfortunate knowledge of the distinct smell palpatine has when leaning close to her)

Oh ew yuck xD

(Also ty Liz u da best!)

SO EVERYONE GETS TO HEAR ME YELL ABOUT MY LORGE ANGERY GORL!!!!!

So her name is Valera and she’s a really tall, buff, pale blue Zabrak with long white hair and dark grey eyes. She’s the tank of the group and I love her very muchly. She’s very awkward and short tempered and more than a bit rude with almost no verbal filter or social skills, so she skulks in the shadows. She doesn’t like people unless they’re little kids or her family, and she doesn’t do friends.

Valera’s backstory isn’t so much tragic as it is kinda really unlucky. So her parents run a bar on the lower levels of Coruscant (they have their own dramatic love story that I won’t get into rn lol) and her mother Sif was super strong in the Force but where she was born, the Jedi never found her so she’s just grown up being more than a little odd.

Sif’s twins, Valen and Valera are also Force Sensitive, but I’m breaking the Star Wars Twin Rules right here and saying that Valen was way more powerful, Force-wise than Valera was. So, since they’re on freakin’ Coruscant and way more noticeable, the Jedi come a’calling around the time the twins are three and realize that really only Valen’s strong enough to be a Jedi, but if his parents don’t want to separate their twins that’s cool. The parents are kinda heartbroken, but Sif knows Valen is even stronger than her and always kind of wished the Jedi could have found her and helped her when she was a girl, so she agrees to give Valen to the Order so they can train him while she’ll keep Valera because she’ll be able to handle helping her control things at that level.

Valera always remembers she had a twin, and her parents never shy away from the fact that her brother had to go to the Jedi because he needed “help”, and no, they don’t think he’s coming home, but they still love her just as much, so she only feels the tiniest bit jealous. Valera gets another pair of twin siblings when she’s five, neither Force Sensitive, and then another little brother when she’s nine, but unfortunately right after her younger brother is born, her mother passes away from a sudden illness (no she doesn’t die in childbirth she just gets sick and pregnancy doesn’t help it), and now Valera has to step up to be a mother to her younger siblings and ends up as the support for her grieving father.

She’s helping run the bar and grill by the time she’s eleven, but their neighborhood is getting seedier and seedier, and Valera knows that she has some special abilities because her mother told her, but she refuses to believe that she has legit Force powers because she’s talked herself into thinking that only Jedi have real Force powers and if she did have them, the Jedi would have taken her with her mystery brother away from her family, and she can’t leave her family now, they need her, so she can’t be Force Sensitive or the Jedi might find out and come back for her and make her work for them. No, Valera’s just Very Lucky, and maybe her luck can do some good after the bar gets robbed one night. She finds the nearest gang leader and joins up, quickly being put to use for her “luckiness” and natural speediness and strength. She’s fully sucked into gang life and gang wars by the time she’s a teenager, and she doesn’t enjoy it, not at all, but it keeps people away from her father’s bar and away from her younger siblings, and she gets money she can give to her family. She does some pretty nasty stuff too, but again she doesn’t care because her family comes first and the world is a suckish place anyway, why should she be nice? (Again, she won’t hurt kids tho. Call it a weakness.)

Everything changes when Valera turns 21 and the Clone Wars break out. Now while Valera was growing up and getting into trouble, Valen grows up a very skilled Padawan and new knight. Since he was so skilled, when the Clone Wars start like a month or two after his knighthood, he’s also given a general’s rank and a clone division at a young age. He’s not as young as Anakin and by no means as famous, not by a long shot, but he’s still good at his job so the name and face of Jedi General Knight Valen Flynt makes its way into the holos enough times that he’s recognizeable.

Valera knows him as her twin brother the instant. Tho Valen mostly lost the memories of his family once he reached the Temple and chose not to go looking for them because he’s also awkward at heart and doesn’t know if he wants to create a relationship with by that point strangers, Valera remembers him well. They definitely are twins, with both having the same skin shading, same hair color and approximate length, the same height, same eyes, same facial structure, hells, their names even sound alike. The man on the holos is absolutely her twin, and even tho she hasn’t seen him since they were literally three, she can’t help but love him because she’s always felt a connection there, and hey, he’s still family, right?

Unfortunately, given that Valera looks almost exactly like a Jedi General and has a similar name, that starts to bring trouble down on her family. People keep getting suspicious, even though they all try to push it off as a common Zabrak name and nah, Val really doesn’t look that much like him (Val cuts her hair, gets intricate tattoos, wears heavy makeup and changes her clothing style completely. She also beats whoever makes insinuations to hell and back. She’ll hold some love for Mystery Brother, but he still ignored their family for 18 years, he doesn’t get to suddenly pop up all over the news and drag her and their family name onto the targetboard, even if he doesn’t know he’s causing them all this trouble) and so on, but after a few violent altercations and false recognitions, Valera decides the best thing to do is leave Coruscant for her family’s safety. She sends her youngest brother who also looks like her and Valen and their mother off to work on an uncle’s smuggling ship far away in the Outer Rim where he can’t be hurt, trusts her late teen middle sibs to look after the bar with their father, luckily they both look like him, and with her deciding to take crime jobs off planet, she can probs get the heat off of them until the war ends and Jedi Valen Flynt fades back into relative obscurity.

Valera is 25 and visiting home for the first time in over a year when Order 66 happens. If she climbs high enough she can see the Temple she would always stare at to imagine her brother burn, she feels Valen disappear in the Force, she knows something happened, and when the new “Emperor” gets on the holos talking about how the Jedi were apparently traitors, Valera and her fam flat-out refuse to believe it. They may not have known Valen for very long at all, but they’re still family, dammit, and no one from their family would be evil, they just know it. Sif trusted Valen to the Order because she thought it would be best for him and Sif, their beautiful tragic mother, would NOT have done that if the Jedi were the bad guys, she would have known something was up.

So the new Empire is lying, what a surprise, none of them trusted or liked the Republic that much anyway, you can put lipstick on a pufferpig but it’ll still be a lying, power-hungry pufferpig. That means there must have been another reason the Empire killed all the Jedi, and Valera is afraid to find out what once she sees how scared the public who believes the lies gets, and how fast it turns on Force sensitives. She’s angry, even if she never much liked the Republic, her brother put his life on the line for you, and then your government killed him and you say he deserved it, how dare you? Anyway, Valera figures that as horrible as it is, it might be safe to stick closer to her family now that her brother is dead and not plastering his and her face all over the galaxy.

She doesn’t last a year before her old contacts start whispering about “evil Jedi spirits”, dark figures with red lightsabers who hunt down anyone who acts like a Jedi as revenge. Valera has a very strong Bad Feeling about those rumors and gets the hell out of Dodge before the Inquisitors can find her, and goes back to her spacer routine for the next almost twenty years, getting odd jobs around the galaxy, sending money to her father (all her siblings are grown at this point, but at least two are on Coruscant, and one’s stayed to help with the bar).

That’s how Val’s life is and one of those odd jobs is what ended her up on the current campaign’s Bespin heist!!!!

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Interview with City Girl

Interviewed by Jennifer Liaw

album art for Time Falls Like Moonlight, by vickisigh

City Girl is a rising LA-based lo-fi/chillhop producer that incorporates a lot of soft piano and guitar intertwined with electronic beats and vocals. Starting out on Bandcamp and Soundcloud only 10 months ago, they now have three albums out on Spotify, the latest being Time Falls Like Moonlight, released in April.

Tell us a bit about yourself. Where did you grow up? What was growing up in that city like?

I grew up in California close to LA. To be honest once I found music I never really went outside. Before that I was just playing video games and watching cartoons. I guess the internet was more of where I grew up, as opposed to any geographical place.

What music did you listen to a lot growing up? What were your favorite artists back in like middle school, for example?

In middle school it was John Frusciante, all day everyday. Something about his guitar playing really inspired me. It was soulful and beautiful and just felt perfect, like every note was exactly where it should be. In high school my music taste exploded, but John Frusciante was the majority of the first music I learned and played.

Tell us a little about how City Girl first got started.

I uploaded on the train somewhere between my apartment and you 10 months ago on Soundcloud and just emailed a bunch of Youtube channels that were taking submissions. Aurarian music accepted that first release and put it out on Youtube and got the ball rolling so City Girl could get some attention back when it was only 10-20 followers.

How did you come up with the name City Girl?

To be honest, its in honor of “City Girl” by Kevin Shields from the Lost In Translation soundtrack. I’m a huge My Bloody Valentine fan and that song of his is just so amazing.

When did you first start making music? How did you get into it, and how did you first learn how to produce a beat?

I got into guitar playing when I was 12 or so. I just played because my older brother had a guitar. I took it and just Googled how to play guitar and taught myself songs and chords. It was the most fun I’d ever had. It felt so special. I didn’t start producing for like another seven years though. I would just record onto a Tascam tape recorder and jam with friends in garages. I had friends who made lofi beats waay back when it was like CULP and Simo and Onra and john wayne and stuff, but I never got into it, I was more focused on improvising and expanding my musical repertoire in a more performance-focused way.

Are there any instruments that you would like to try out incorporating into your music that you haven't tried yet?

I want live drums but I live in an apartment. If I could record drums that would be so cool, since I play drums too and I miss it badly.

Where do you usually record your music? Describe your studio space to us.

It’s about five feet no joke from my bed haha. It’s a desk and a midi keyboard and some guitars and other little instruments like the melodica. I have speakers and an old mic. It’s super cozy, my bedroom at my apartment is just covered with vickisigh’s art, like everywhere you look it’s just cute sexy ladies in pastel colors, I love it.

vickisigh’s (Vicki Tsai) artwork, from her instagram

How would you describe the lo-fi/chillhop genre and subculture to someone who’s never been exposed to it?

It’s just a bunch of people who love making music on their computers, and to be honest only one percent is unique and actually worth your time, but the same goes for all genres, 99 percent of it is just not that good. I would be more specific but at this point lofi stands for so so much that you can’t really go much further than that.

What do you think of the lo-fi hip hop/chillhop genre in general? It's really popular right now what with the YouTube 24hr lo-fi hip hop studying beats stream and the Spotify lo-fi hip hop studying beats playlists as well... There's literally probably thousands of really similar chillhop producers on SoundCloud... does that ever make you feel swallowed up, in a sense? Or does it feel more like a really large community? How do you try to stand out as an artist among all these other producers?

It’s a tough question to answer, because you can go from quickly, quickly to in love with a ghost and still call it lofi if you want to. These artists share playlists together and Youtube mixes. Who’s to say quickly, quickly isn’t just jazz? Who’s to say in love with a ghost isn’t just electronic music? It’s not so much a genre as it is a movement of instrumental music becoming the focus itself rather than the singer/rapper. Staying unique seems simple to me as I grew up playing and learning music by ear, so I just follow my interests/inspiration and play whatever seems cool.

Which artists would you say are your biggest inspirations or that you're just blown away by and really admire within your genre? How about outside of your genre?

Well in love with a ghost stands out, like most peeps I found them on Youtube. All the tracks from Let’s Go and Healing by them are amazing. Just super cool textures and melodies, really lovely and creative music. Kupla is amazing too, he’s an amazing piano player, all of his music is great. Outside of my genre I’d say Sheena Ringo, especially her album Kalk Samen Kuri no Hana - it’s pretty much game over, this album does everything better in every regard imaginable than any other music I’ve heard. Don’t know if you can get access to it in US tho, the copyright lawyers are hard at work on this one.

What artist outside of the lo-fi hip hop genre would you really really love to collaborate with? Can you describe the kind of track you'd want to make with them?

With anyone, well shit Beyoncé right? I mean she’s the best vocalist alive next to Frank Ocean. I would just want to make something really beautiful, some In Rainbows type stuff.

Being an artist based out of Bandcamp/Soundcloud in this day means a lot of your career is kind of born out of the internet. What are your favorite and least favorite parts about the internet and spending so much time on the internet/interacting with people on the internet/sharing yourself through the internet?

I love the internet because I can share whatever I want when I want. I don’t feel a lot of pressure because I don’t have any personal accounts on social media and never have, I always just read a lot of books and listened to records and stuff. I’m sure some people think it’s mysterious or whatever that I never cared for social media, instead opting to just read Sartre or watch old movies, but nowadays all I do is make music and play Skyrim so it’s all good. The internet gives me access to all that goodness so I can find it offline.

What are your top five favorite artists right now?

Tom Misch, Swell, quickly quickly, in love with a ghost, and Sam Gellaitry

What are your top five favorite female artists?

Sheena Ringo, Beyoncé, Aivi Tran, MISO (from club eskimo - a collective including Crush, Dean, offonoff, 2xxx!, millic, and more), and tiffi.

Do you have a favorite spot in LA that you wouldn't want to share with anyone else?

Wherever YAYAYI and JALENTUNA happen to be any given saturday night in k-town is a pretty special vibe that honestly can’t be shared even if I wanted it to be. God there was this $5 flat pho place on Western Ave. that was run by this old couple but it closed like 5 years ago, that was the best place ever and it straight up was ALWAYS empty, no one ate there. I think it was like Pho 36 haha one of those LA pho places that has a random number after it.

What are some things that you really enjoy doing for yourself? When you need to take a day for yourself, what are things that you'll usually do?

Skyrim is a go-to. It’s usually video games but a lot of times it’s just making music. You gotta understand music is like an addiction to me. I never stop thinking about sounds and I feel uneasy not making music.

So we know you like video games… what are some of your favorite video games of all time? Do you have any funny anecdotes from playing games online with strangers?

Favorite of all time is Psychonauts. Such a creative game and Scott Campbell’s art is the absolute bee’s knees. Right now my favorite is Skyrim as mentioned. I love RPG and adventure games, the immersion gets me good. I loved games growing up, played anything. I have a lot of anecdotes about gaming but I honestly can’t think of just one. Haha well when Xbox Live came out online gaming was brand new and I remember my dad getting on the headset asking people not to cuss (since I was just a kid) and THEY STOPPED. They were like “Oh sorry dude we didn’t know there were kids playing we will keep the cursing to a minimum.” Can you imagine that nowadays? It would never happen. That shit still blows my mind.

Do you play Fortnite? If so, what are your thoughts on it?

I played Fortnite with Chance, thrash, and Maru the other night and I hate it so much lol. The vibe is so terrible, the aesthetic makes me want to barf it’s so ugly. That was the only time I’ve really played it and it hasn’t been on my mind, the itch isn’t there so I guess no hype for me.

What are your favorite K-Pop bands or members?

SNSD was the OG. That old video of Sooyoung going “OP-EHHHH! OP-EH EH EH EH EH” lol that shit is so funny. I don’t follow it much anymore but MISO is the queen right now, she’s the best. I watched all of Jessica and Krystal when it came out too, that’s good stuff.

Ok I also saw on Twitter that you have a cat... tell us about your cat!

Ah yes, Seymour, the Russian Blue. He is a very handsome and beautiful man. He is a shadow in the night. Every part of him is gray except his lil tongue which is pink and his eyes which are green. He lives at my parents house so I don’t see him except at holidays, but he is my good soft boy. I think of him very often.

art from Snow Rose, by vickisigh

What would you say is your favorite track that you've produced?

“Anything Like Her” with tiffi is prob my fav. Tiffi is so cool and that song is really different sounding from other City Girl songs so I think it’s cool.

What is your favorite track off of Time Falls Like Moonlight?

“Sunset Lullaby” is probably my favorite. The second half with the acoustic and electric guitar just feels really special.

What was your inspiration for Time Falls Like Moonlight?

I make so much music, the inspiration doesn’t really ever make sense, I am inspired by everything in each moment, I am inspired by my own passion to make music. Not understanding what is going on is really important to how I work, it makes things exciting. I just want the music to make people feel loved and understood for who they are, that there is a purpose for them, a life they can live and be loved in.

When you make songs, are they ever about specific things, people, or events in your life?

Not really, it’s just all my emotions sort of bleeding into the computer. I don’t know if I could write about any particular thing, but I do enjoy imagining lots of people and situations to my music after I made it. Like oh this sounds like Moonlight Hill (from Kingdom Hearts) or this sounds like a tender look from someone or this sounds like a lonely plaza in the middle of some city. It’s all free and open to interpretation.

“Winter Fields” is one of my favorite tracks of yours... mostly because of the lovely violin part by mklachu. It's so dreamy and kind of reminds me of some of my favorite Ryuichi Sakamoto pieces, too. Can you tell us a little about this track?

It’s random but the track started as a like, flex? I was watching Joji’s Youtube aliases and god they are just awful I mean like him fucking with people and being super lewd and nasty I hate it but I was watching it anyway to like fry my brain and I thought it would be fun to make a nasty trap beat that would fit with his videos and I made “Winter Fields” (I know it doesn’t make sense at all). The song slowly got more romantic as I added piano layers the next day and then mklachu tweeted at me out of nowhere and I asked her to play over it and yeah it’s just what happens when you work on music all the time, everything going on makes it into the song.

Another one of my favorites is ��Chateau Fountain.” I love the slow buildup, and then the talking portion that kind of just emerges and goes into like an acoustic drop... ahhhh.. I was wondering where that talking portion is from actually. The guy is like, "Take the flowers," and the girl is like "I’m all right!" and it sounds like an uncomfortable struggle...a common pattern in society where... men force women to do things regardless of their autonomy or feelings (ha ha). Does it have any significance to the meaning behind the track? What were your reasons for choosing to put that particular snippet in this track? It's interesting because for me, I think I'm more sensitive than the average person to these kind of power dynamics or like...oppression against women in all aspects of daily interactions or media that I consume, so when I listen to this track it's like a soft buildup to this point of conflict that is kind of grating, but then evolves back into a calming acoustic melody. That's personal, of course, but it's interesting.

DUDE YOU HAVEN’T SEEN ATONEMENT? Omg that movie is so incredible. It’s James McAvoy talking to Kiera Knightley and they have all this tension because they love each other but they can’t be together and ooooooooooooooooooh it’s so good. Their love is so beautiful and honest but it’s injected with all this tension and conflict from society and politics. I felt that snippet fit so perfectly into the emotions of the song, it’s one of the few few times I’ve used movie snippets because I felt it actually added to the track in a creative way.

How do you think you've evolved from the first songs you put out on Bandcamp/Soundcloud, and your first album Loveless Shadows, to now?

I know a lot more about mixing, especially with bass and drums. I try to make more upbeat stuff now, but honestly I still end up making a lot of downtempo stuff. I know a lot more jazz piano than I did before so that’s nice too.

What are some artists that you think are really underrated that you'd like to give a shoutout to and encourage people to check out?

frenesi is criminally underrated.

What are your goals for City Girl for the next few years?

Just put out an incredible amount of music and keep building the world of City Girl. I want people to feel relaxed and loved and understood when they listen to City Girl. Honestly I just want to expand the harmonic and melodic depth of City Girl, I want people to head bump and cry in the same track, I want to find that fusion of beautiful and funky that all great music has for me.

I know you just released an album, but besides that, do you have any upcoming events or projects your fans should be looking forward to?

I have another album finished already, but with the way vickisigh (I won’t put out something without her art on it) works it won’t be out until probably another two-three months. So by the time that comes out I’ll have another album done and so on the process repeats. So just look forward to a new album every two-three months for as long as I’m rockin in the free world.

art from Loveless Shadows, by vickisigh

Check out City Girl’s latest album, Time Falls Like Moonlight, out on Spotify, Soundcloud, and Bandcamp! They also have two other albums, Snow Rose from December, and Loveless Shadows from August that are equally as beautiful. Follow them on Soundcloud for all their music updates and on Twitter for all their promo updates!

#vickisigh #city girl #time falls like moonlight #city girl interview #loveless shadows #snow rose #ucla radio #uclaradio.com #ucla #college radio #ArtistInterview

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zzizzigom · 7 years ago

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Moonflowers — Hyungwon | 4

Characters: Heir!Hyungwon x Reader ; Wonho and Kihyun cameos

Genre/warnings: a little fluff and angst, nothing too exciting lol

Length: 4998 words

Parts: one | two | three

A/N: Still on a semi hiatus but this is so long overdue I wanted to get it out for you lovely readers! We get to meet Hyungwon’s parents in this chapter muahaha

as always I apologize for any missed typos while editing!

The zipper is stuck. You’ve tried holding the fabric down flat, unzipping and then re-trying, but something is caught and it’s not cooperating with you. With a huff you toss your arms up and let them fall to your sides in annoyance. You send a glance at Lena’s closest as you think about finding something new to wear. She had given you free range before she left for her classes, but you still hesitated. Her clothes are so glamorous they’re intimidating. Don’t be ridiculous Y/N they’re clothes.

You slip the dress over your head, careful not to disturb the light make-up and classy hairstyle you’ve chosen, and inspect the zipper, there’s a dent in the zipper teeth, making it useless to you. You drape the garment back onto its hanger and then once again shift through Lena’s options.

When you told her you’d be going to lunch with Hyungwon’s parents, Lena took one look at your closest and immediately deemed it incompetent, which you weren’t surprised about. The nicest thing you owned was a sweater from a fancy brand, that you actually got a thrift store.

At first you thought she was over exaggerating, but when you looked up the restaurant you were going to and saw the prices on the menu you wanted to choke. Even the appetizers were scarily priced. You couldn’t even imagine being able to afford that, and the fact that there were people who could blew your mind.

Finding another dress, this one a white color, you slip it on. You have to suck in your tummy a little but the zipper works and it looks really adorable. You’re looking at your outfit in the mirror, your lower lip nibbled between your teeth, when there’s a knock on the door. You look over your shoulder and call out, “It’s open.”

In the mirror’s reflection you see Hyungwon poke his head in cautiously and then slowly step into the room. His eyes trail the walls first, looking at the few photos and posters you have up and then landing on Lena’s collage of magazine cut outs. His eyes trail upward where you’ve strung fairy lights up to the ceiling.

The dorm is a little dirty, take out containers on both yours and Lena’s desks, and a few pieces of clothing on the floor, but it’s not the worst it’s been so you’re not too embarrassed. Still looking around, Hyungwon purses his lips and hums.

You’ve been out with him a few more times the past few weeks, and he’s a really decent man. Hyungwon knows how to make you laugh, he’s good at making you comfortable, and he’s really good at getting your heart to jump like it’s going to crawl out of your body. It’s sometimes to the point that you can forget about your differences in social class. He’s never judged you for your frugal ways, in fact aside from a few instances to set his plan in motion, he doesn’t show off his financial standing.

But in this moment you can see the pampered rich boy as he takes in the small room. He hums again and still looking around says, “It’s...small.”

You snort. His tone reveals that’s not the word he was going for, but the most polite one he could think of.

“Good eye,” you tease. His eyes snap to you in the mirror and he blushes a little in embarrassment.

He shoves his hands into his pockets and clears his throat. He’s wearing a black suit jacket over a cotton white t-shirt. His pants are black jeans and there’s rips on both the knees. His black leather shoes are so pristine and shiny you’re pretty sure you’d see your reflection on them. Hyungwon’s hair is styled purposefully messy to add just a touch more edge to his refined look.

He looks gorgeous. But when doesn’t he?

You narrow your eyes as if to scrutinize, hoping it covers your staring. He watches you and the longer your eyes stay latched onto him the more his mouth tips into a smirk. “You like what you see?”

You were expecting the dig but it still makes your cheeks warm because you do, you really, really do. You try to hide it with an eye roll and focus back on your own outfit. The dress is off the shoulder, baring your collar bones and neck. The skirt reaches mid-thigh and when you twist your torso left and right the skirt kind of picks up at the motion.

Completely unfocused on Hyungwon, you don’t notice how close he’s gotten until the warmth of his body is caressing your back. Your eyes lift to his in the mirror once more and he’s got his head tilted slightly taking in your appearance. Hands still in his pockets he puckers his lips for a moment and then nods. “Wear this one. It’ll match.”

Your eyebrow quirks, “Match with what?”

Hyungwon turns a little shy, then, his eyes dropping down to the ground. His smile turns boyish and he suddenly looks younger as his cheeks tinge pink and his nose scrunches ever so slightly. The sight has your own lips widening. You turn to face him fully and have to tilt your head back to see him fully.

“What did you do, Chae Hyungwon?”

Still shy, he fishes a box out of his suit pocket and holds it between the two of you. The box is long and covered in deep red velvet. You immediately know it’s jewelry. Part of you turns giddy at his notion but to hide it you give him a soft, yet pointed look. “We agreed no more presents.”

Hyungwon pouts and holds up a finger, “One more.”

You click your tongue about to refuse but Hyungwon’s eyes are wide and hopeful. With a long exhale through your nose you nod. “Fine, but last one. Promise!”

He only nods, now working on opening the jewelry box and pulling the accessory out. Before you can catch a good look at it, he spins you back around and carefully drapes the necklace on you. As he works the clasp, you silently study the gift.

It’s nothing too fancy and for that you’re grateful for. The chain is small and delicate and slightly tickles as it moves across your skin. In the center drapes a single pearl, it’s iridescent surface catching in the light. Carefully, you hold the pearl in your hands and realize there’s more to it. Holding the pearl to the chain is a silver, unfurled moonflower.

Your lip quirks at the sight and at the feeling of Hyungwon’s fingers trailing from your neck to your shoulders you look up and smile brightly. “I love it.”

Hyungwon releases a sigh. “Good, because I had to have that custom made.”

Your jaw drops and when Hyungwon laughs wholeheartedly you spin and shove his shoulder. He stumbles away still laughing but you ignore him, knowing he won’t stop laughing for a good five minutes at least.

Finding the shoes you want to wear, you slip them on, the kitten heel lifting your height a little. You do a last make-up and hair check before grabbing the purse Hyungwon bought for you and a light sweater for later.

Hyungwon is still laughing, though it’s dialed down to a light chuckle from behind his hand. Giving him an expectant look you raise your brows. “Are you done?”

He bites down on his lower lip and drops his hand from his face. Eyes still full of laughter he nods and motions towards the door.

Stepping out of the dorm room, you wait for Hyungwon to join you in the hall before locking the door. The hallways are pretty empty, majority of students in class. A few doors are opened some with soft music traveling into the halls. No one pays you any mind as you lead Hyungwon out of the building.

When you reach his car, Hyungwon holds the door open for you and then makes his way to the driver seat. Before he starts the car he turns to you. “The necklace really suits you.”

You reach up and touch the pearl gently. Putting on a haughty look you reply, “Well, it was custom made for me, so I would hope so.”

Hyungwon bursts into more laughter, and at first you’re laughing along with him. But then it takes ten minutes just to get his seatbelt buckled.

The restaurant is on the top floor of a sleek building with the words Hotel Shin on the front. Hyungwon helps you out of the car before handing his keys to the valet. He fills out the slip for his keys and then is greeted with a polite and cheerful. “Welcome, Mr. Chae. We’ll take good care of your vehicle.”

Hyungwon gives a tight lipped smile at that and then takes your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. When the two of you step into the hotel you’re blown away. The lobby is spacious, a tall ceiling holding a gorgeous and giant chandelier. People are bustling through the lobby, coming and going.

The couches in the lobby have plush red cushions with gold accents. There’s a fountain in the middle, creating a gentle background noise to the room. You’re so taken by the hotel, Hyungwon has to gently tug you along.

You don’t notice he’s taken you towards someone until there’s an amused laugh reaching your ears. Turning to the noise you come to face to face with a gorgeous man. He’s a little shorter than Hyungwon— but then again, who isn’t? His cheeks are round and soft and his plump lips are a soft pink.

The man studies your face with the most sparkling eyes you’ve ever seen and having them on you makes your cheeks warm.

Hyungwon must catch your reaction because he scoffs lightly from next to you. “Y/N, this is my friend Wonho, he’s the heir to this hotel.”

“It’s so nice to finally meet you, Hyungwon won’t stop talking about you.” Wonho reaches a hand out to you, the dazzling smile never leaving his face. You’re still blushing, both at his smile and the thought of Hyungwon talking about you to others, as you shake his hand. Almost as soon as his fingers leave yours, Hyungwon is stepping closer to you, his chest at your shoulder. Wonho catches the movement and his smile turns into the shadow of a smirk.

“Your parents are already upstairs,” Wonho says.

“Thanks,” Hyungwon says, tightening his hand on yours. He starts to lead you towards the elevators and as you pass Wonho his happy smile is back as he gives you a little wave. Suddenly his face lights up as if he remembered something.

“Oh, Wonnie!”

Hyungwon blushes at the nickname when he catches you trying to hide a smile. He looks over at Wonho with a pointed glare. “What?”

“I thought you said your parents didn’t know Y/N was coming.”

Your eyes widen at that, you were under the impression they knew.

“They don’t,” Hyungwon says. “Why?”

Wonho frowns a little. “They asked for four drink menus.”

Hyungwon also frowns but then shrugs. “They’re getting old. Maybe they didn’t mean it?”

“Maybe they found out through the grapevine?” Wonho suggests. Hyungwon lets out a huff and then shrugs again. He thanks his friend for letting him know and then resumes leading you to the elevator.

When you step into the contraption, Hyungwon pushes the floor for the restaurant. You gently pull your hand from his and he looks over at you almost startled. His eyes dart down to your hand before back up to your face. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re parents don’t know I’m coming?” He shakes his head. “Hyungwon, Wonho said they asked for four menus, what if they have some important business partner or something?”

“It wouldn’t be. These lunches are for them to check up on me. No business allowed.”

“Well they’re obviously expecting someone else.”

“Y/N,” Hyungwon sighs. “It’ll be fine. Besides, if they are expecting someone else it’s the perfect set-up for my plan.”

Part of you feels like the words are slapping you one by one across the face. /His parents aren’t supposed to like me,/ you remind yourself. The elevator starts to slow as it reaches your floor and you give a silent nod in agreement.

Hyungwon steps forward and slips his hand back in yours and you swear it looks as if his shoulders relax as he grips your fingers. The doors open and the two of you step out. The restaurant is just as lavish as the hotel lobby.

A large glass wall separates the dining area from the host stand where a few other people are waiting for tables. The hostess looks up as you and Hyungwon approach. She looks too stressed to really even see you as she cards through menus. “Just two tonight?”

“We’re with the Chae party.” Hyungwon replies.

Her eyes widen a little and she glances at you and really takes in who she’s looking at. Her eyes scan over his appearance before she turns professional once more. “Right, if you wouldn’t mind following me.”

She drops the menus and then promptly stalks off into the restaurant. Her pace is a little on the fast side, and Hyungwon keeps up just fine, but you have to do a little walk-jog hybrid. She leads you past the tables in the main dining room and towards a private banquet room. As you near the door, your heart rate and breathing builds until it feels like you’re going to hyperventilate. Hyungwon’s parents are on the other side of that door. The hostess waits for you and Hyungwon to reach her before opening the door for the two of you.

“Enjoy your meal,” she murmurs before hurrying off back to her host stand. When the door opened the two occupants inside look up and you want to desperately run the other way.

Hyungwon’s mother is gorgeous, to which you’re not at all surprised about. Barely any wrinkles line her face, her dark hair pulled away from her face in a chic updo. Her cream white skirt suit is crisp and immaculate. Her face lights up when she sees Hyungwon but then drops into a curious frown when she sees you.

Looking at Hyugnwon’s father is like looking at Hyungwon in 20 or 30 years. They have the same facial shape, and nose. The same mysterious air to them. He’s sitting down, but you can tell he’s just about as tall as Hyungwon.

He sets down the newspaper he’s reading and looks at you over the rim of his glasses. But where Hyungwon’s deep gaze makes you want to bare your soul to him, his father’s eyes make you want to wilt.

“Hyungwonnie, come in, come in.” Mrs. Chae breaks the silence and motions for the two of you to come and sit. “Who...who’s your friend?”

“It’s the girl, honey. The girl from the gala,” Mr. Chae interjects, his voice a mixture of disappointment and deadpan. You pull back at the tone but Hyungwon pulls you back to his side, his hand giving yours a squeeze.

“Mom, Dad this is my girlfriend Y/N.”

The words send a zing through your body but it’s short lived as the air in the room turns tense. Mr. Chae lets a sigh out through his nose and Mrs. Chae looks pale. You go to introduce yourself but before you can move, Hyungwon is leading you to the empty chairs. He lets go of your hand to pull one of the chairs out for you and you hesitate to sit down.

Turning to meet your eyes, Hyungwon gives a nod of encouragement and slowly you’re lowering yourself into the chair. Across from you, Mrs. Chae’s eyes zero in on the necklace on you. “What a lovely piece.”

“Thank—”

“Isn’t it?” Hyungwon asks distractedly, interrupting you, as he looks through the wine menu. “Y/N wanted something simple but elegant.”

You figure this is a cue to put on the act Hyungwon and you agreed to. Reaching over you rest a hand on Hyungwon’s arm and grin. “Yup, and our Hyungwon is just so generous!”

Hyungwon smiles at you and then his parents before turning back to the menu. You try to keep the slightly ditzy smile on your face but with Mr. Chae’s narrowed eyes on you it feels flat. With an embarrassed blush you pick up the menu and look through the options.

“You know, Hyungwonnie, it’s great that you brought a friend, but your father and I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“That’s fine,” Hyungwon murmurs. “Whatever you need to tell me you can share in front of Y/N.”

“I don’t think I can. It’ll make things awkward.”

The waiter walks in then for drink orders halting any conversation. All three members of the Chae family order a glass of wine and when the waiter turns to you, you ask for the first champagne option you see on the menu.

“That option comes in the full bottle or a glass.”

“One glass, please,” you reply at the same time Hyungwon says, “The full bottle.”

Your head whips to the man next to you with wide eyes. Hyungwon meets your look calmly. “Only the best for my love.”

You try to shake your head but Hyungwon’s eyes turn pointed and with an internal sigh of defeat you turn back to the waiter. “The whole bottle, please.”

Now he’s parents think I’m a gold digger and an alcoholic.

When the waiter leaves, Mr. Chae clears his throat. “I’ll be honest, Hyungwon, you bringing this girl here really puts a dent in our plans.”

“We can work around it. I want Y/N here.” Hyungwon’s voice is tense. He glances up and looks are his parents cautiously. “What do you mean plans?”

As if on cue the door opens again and the most beautiful woman you’ve ever seen walks into the room. She’s tall and elegant, her lips upturned in a permanent smile. Her hair is cut short, brushing against her chin as she walks. She’s wearing a baby blue dress and holding a clutch purse in one hand.

She sheepishly greets Hyungwon’s parents first. “I’m so sorry I’m late. Traffic is horrible right now, I think there was an accident nearby.”

“Oh, that’s horrible,” Mrs. Chae smiles. “But don’t even worry about it, Nana. Come, sit down.”

Nana smiles and moves to sit but then stops, her eyes on you. You’ve since droped your gaze to the table, your hands wringing in your lap. Humiliation burns your neck and cheeks as you realize everyone is staring at you. You’re in Nana’s seat. Cheeks red and eyes burning, you begin to stand but Hyungwon’s hand reaches out and gently presses against your thigh to push you back into the seat.

“We can grab another chair,” Hyungwon says smoothly.

“Hyungwon…” you mutter under your breath.

He meets your eyes squarely. “We can grab another chair.” His hand raises and you startle a little at the feeling of his fingers on your cheek. His head tilts a little and his expression softens as if to reassure you. “You’re not going anywhere.”

The waiter returns with drinks then and Mrs. Chae reluctantly asks for another chair. One is brought in and soon Nana is sitting on the other side of Hyungwon. The atmosphere is so tense you swear it drops at least five degrees.

Nana tries to make small talk but no one is suddenly in the mood to talk. It isn’t until after you’ve put in food orders and received your dishes that Hyungwon finally turns to his mother with pursed lips.

“What is this?”

She sighs and sets her utensils down. Hyungwon waits as she takes a sip of her wine. Next to her Mr. Chae continues to eat as if nothing was said. As Mrs. Chae sets her glass back down she gives Hyungwon the same looks he’s giving her. “Hyungwon, this was supposed to be a marriage meeting. Nana, here, is the heir to a highly respected company. This marriage would be resourceful not only for you but for her as well. It would boost both our families’ stocks.”

“So you want to marry our companies, not us?”

Mr. Chae scoffs then. The sound light and breathy but holding so much weight. “Are you going to marry some poor charity case then?”

Hyungwon’s father looks at you with such contempt that you lurch back, not expecting the hostility. Next to you, Hyungwon bristles and opens his mouth to snap back but you stop him with a hand to his arm.

“It’s fine,” you murmur, eyes burning. You feel so stupid for even being here, and as the realization that Hyungwon’s going to be paying you for this whole shitshow hits you, you feel even more ridiculous. “I’ll go.”

“Y/N,” he starts but you shake your head, grabbing your purse. He watches you, eyes stricken as you pull away from him.

You face his parents once more and give a quiet apology for ruining their lunch before exiting the room. Once you’ve cleared the banquet room, you’re almost running through the dining room back to the elevator. The doors open surprising fast, which you’re grateful for, and you step past it’s doors.

Once they shut and you’re alone, you lean your head back and shut your eyes trying to will away the tears. The elevator as only gone a few floors down before the bell dings and the doors are sliding open.

“Oh..Y/N, are you okay?”

You poke open an eye and see Wonho’s worried face as he steps into the elevator. He’s holding a clipboard in his hands and looks a little worn out. The happy glow that was there when you met him earlier now replaced with a tired and slightly annoyed expression.

“Are you okay?” you return the question.

He shrugs with one shoulder and pushes the button for a floor under the lobby and swipes an employee card. “Just some stuck ups complaining. When that happens I’m supposed to go up and mark down all their problems.” He waves the clipboard for emphasis. “Rich people suck.”

You snort, considering his background but then nod, looking down down at the ground. “They really do.”

Wonho turns to look at you, and you don’t bother calling him out for staring. The elevator reaches the lobby then, and you move to step out of the doors but before you can, Wonho is hitting the close door button. You turn and glare at him as the elevator begins to move down. He grins cheekily at you and then says, “Join me for a little bit. You look like you could use a treat, and I know exactly what to get ‘cause it’s what I’m coming down here for.”

The doors open on Wonho’s floor and he motions for you to follow with a smile. This hallway is bustling, employees roaming around, some hurrying and some moving more leisurely. As Wonho walks past some wave and call a greeting and Wonho happily returns the gestures.

You follow him into a kitchen, and keep close to him as chefs weave around and holler things back and forth. Wonho leads you into a sectioned off kitchen, which by the smells you can tell is the pastry section. Sweet scents such as vanilla reach your nose and you inhale deeply.

Wonho stops near the end of the kitchen and grins at one of the chefs. You think at first the chef doesn’t notice Wonho but then realize that he’s actually ignoring him. Wonho realizes too and pouts before saying, “You know as your boss I can fire you.”

“Try it, Hoseok,” the chef snaps, barely looking up from decorating a cake. “You’re whole hotel will fall apart without me. And you’re not my boss.”

Wonho grumbles but doesn’t deny it. “Y/N, this is Yoo Kihyun, world renowned chef. He’s well rounded but when he’s not on some cooking tour he likes to come here and make me cakes. Kihyun this is Y/N, she’s Hyungwon’s date.”

That gets Kihyun to stop immediately and look up at you. He takes in your form before going back to frosting. “Cute.” He finishes the cake and then steps back to take it all in. Setting it aside he pulls a new one in front of him and begins again. “And the cakes are for the guests, so I swear if you came down here to cause the same uproar you did last week I’m throwing you in the oven. It’s been a long time since I cooked rabbit.”

“You’re so mean,” Wonho sighs with another pout and in that moment you see the rabbit reference. “I just want two. The mudslide ones that I love.”

“Two?” Kihyun looks up again and sets down the frosting. He leans against the counter with a quirked eyebrow. “Hoseok, did you steal Hyungwon’s date?”

“No! Fate brought us together.”

Kihyun snorts at that and shakes his head. He turns and studies your face again and you give a slight smile, feeling a little awkward. “They’re in the back fridge cooling. But only two!”

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!!” Wonho runs over and slips his clipboard under his armpit to grab two small white bowls carrying dark chocolate cake. He shuts the fridge door and then smiles and motions for you to follow him again.

Before you leave you call a soft thank you to Kihyun who only waves a hand in response, once again frosting the cake.

You end up in the employee break room, sitting across the table from Wonho. He’s retrieved spoons for the two of you and has begun to dig into his cake. You’re a little more patient, and take a slow first bite. It’s so savory and warm, you automatically feel at ease. After the humiliating scene in the restaurant, this chocolate treat is exactly what you needed.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Wonho’s voice is soft and his eyes are still focused on his cake. You know that his improper acknowledgement of you is to give you an easy out. You can pretend he didn’t say anything or you can slowly open up. You go for the former, giving a soft shake of your head.

Wonho only switches the topic to something else. You listen to him talk for a little while before he’s standing up to take a call. You’re alone in the break room for a few minutes. When the door behind you opens up you turn over your shoulder and see Wonho walking back in...with Hyungwon in tow.

He looks winded, like he’d been running around. His hair is now a real mess and his eyes wide. When they land on you he releases a sigh of relief and steps around Wonho to approach you and sit down next to you. He’s turned in the chair so that one arm rests on the table and the other on the back rest.

Avoiding his eyes you turn back to the cake and take another bite. Wonho quietly grabs his clipboard and cake before slipping away with an apologetic smile to you. You grumble internally, but don’t voice your annoyances.

There’s a warmth on your cheeks and Hyungwon is grabbing napkins to pat your face dry. He sits next to you quietly as you cry, occasionally holding the tissue to your face so you can blow your nose like you’re a child. When you’re done, you take in a deep breath and take a bite of the cake.

“Stop staring,” you sniffle, mouth full of cake. You’re a complete mess.

“You’re too pretty not to stare at.”

“Shut up, I look like a troll when I cry.”

“No you don’t,” he says in the most sure tone that you almost believe him. He reaches forward as if to move a strand of hair from your face and then pulls back. Disappointment tugs in your chest. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think they’d be that rude.”

You shrug it away. “It’s whatever.”

“No it’s not.” Hyungwon sounds angry all of a sudden. “It’s okay to be upset. Your feelings are valid too. My father shouldn’t have said that.”

“Hyungwon,” you gently rest your hand on his arm. “Don’t worry about it. I should’ve been more prepared.”

“Stop that. Stop trying to shoulder all the blame, Y/N. You’re not at fault and it’s okay to admit that.”

Your lips purse. There’s a stubbornness in Hyungwon’s face that says he can keep going if you want to argue. So instead you nod and scoop up a bite of cake before holding out the spoon to him. “It’s yummy.”

Hyungwon gives a small laugh through his nose and takes the spoon. He bites into the cake and chews it a little before swallowing the bite. His eyes narrow a little as he hands the spoon back. “Damn Yoo Kihyun and his extravagant cooking.”

His words bring a small smile to your face and you take the last bite of cake. Hyungwon lets you sit in silence for a moment, when you take a deep breath you face him. His eyes are clear and his expression shows an eagerness to please you. Your stomach is doing flips when you finally speak. “Can I take you somewhere?”

“Right now?”

You nod. “Right now.”

“Absolutely.” His voice holds no hesitations. His nod is curt and no nonsense. “I’d go anywhere with you. Just name the place and I’ll take you there.”

You give the name of a park near your dorm and Hyungwon nods again. He takes your hand and you feel immediately at ease, as if you’d been yearning for his touch since you left the banquet room. “Anything for my moonflower.”

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libralita · 7 years ago

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Title: The Name of the Wind

Author: Patrick Rothfuss

Summary: Told in Kvothe's own voice, this is the tale of the magically gifted young man who grows to be the most notorious wizard his world has ever seen.

The intimate narrative of his childhood in a troupe of traveling players, his years spent as a near-feral orphan in a crime-ridden city, his daringly brazen yet successful bid to enter a legendary school of magic, and his life as a fugitive after the murder of a king form a gripping coming-of-age story unrivaled in recent literature.

Rating: ★★★★☆

Review:

Well after six months, give or take, I finally finished this book. I think the main reason I didn’t read this book that quickly was because it was so slow paced. Especially when Kvothe gets to boring, diet-Hogwarts. This book is a tad overhyped. It was pretty good but the greatest book ever, like people treat it. There are especially humorous or sad or great moments, but you slog through some boring stuff to get through it. I will probably still continue on with the series. It wasn’t a bad book, just overhyped.

“So Taborlin fell, but he did not despair. For he knew the name of the wind, and so the wind obeyed him.”—Page 4

Well, that was a fun book, a little shorter than I thought it would be.

“It was a spider as large as wagon wheel, black as slate.”—Page 7

Kill it!

“Reshi was another of the innkeeper’s names, a nickname almost.”—Page 11

Like Hoid in the Cosmere.

Oh, no. I love Bast and Kote, already.

“When Chronicler could no longer hear their hoofbeats in the distance, he repacked his travelsack, making sure everything was well stowed. Then he tugged off one of his boots, stripping out the lining, and removed a tightly wrapped bundle of coins stuffed deep into the toe. He moved some of these into his purse, then unfastened his pants, produce another bundle of coins from underneath several layers of clothes, and moved some of that money into his purse as well.”—Page 20

I like this guy.

I don’t know if it’s because I’m not use to it yet but I like the name Kote better than Kvothe, but that’s just me. Also, if red hair isn’t the norm, couldn’t Kvothe invest in some hair dye?

Chronicle and Kote have met, Chronicle nearly died.

“‘A note? You sneak out and leave me a note?’ He hissed angrily. ‘What am I, some dockside whore?’”—Page 39

I’m starting to ship Bast and Kvothe.

‘If you’re reading this I am probably dead.’ Kvothe, you drama queen.

“‘You went out hunting for them, didn’t you?” Bast hissed, then his eyes widened. ‘No. You kept a piece of the one Carter killed. I can’t believe you. You lied to me. To me!’”—Page 40

Oh, c’mon! Rothfuss knew what he was doing when he wrote this.

“They let their conversation lapse as they opened on of the many empty rooms on the second floor, undressed Chronicler, and tucked him snugly into bed.”—Page 40

Okay, that’s really adorable. I think it’s the use of the word ‘snugly’. Petition for Bast and Kvothe to just adopt Chronicler.

Chapter five should renamed “Bast and Kvothe act like a married couple”.

“Bast sniffed disdainfully. ‘I will use my own needles, thank you very much. Good honest bone. None of your nasty jagged iron things, stabbing you like little slivers of hate.’ He shivered. ‘Steam and stone, it’s frightening how primitive you people are.’”—Page 40

Okay, then.

“The middle of Newarre” Is Courage the cowardly dog there?

“It’s safe to say I’ll need more time than that. And you’ll get none of it tonight. A real story takes time to prepare.”—Page 47

*Coughs*

“Kvothe continued, smiling to himself. ‘I see you laugh. Very well, for simplicity’s sake, let us assume I am the center of creation. In doing this, let us pass over innumerable boring stories: the rise and fall of empires, sagas of heroism, ballads of tragic love. Let us hurry forward to the only tale of any real importance.’ His smile broadened. ‘Mine.’”—Page 53

This should be good.

“The day we fret about the future is the day we leave our childhood behind.”—Page 80

This is my favorite quote so far.

“‘And names are strange things. Dangerous things.’ He gave them a pointed look. ‘That I know for true because I am an educated man. If I’m a mite superstitious too…’”—Page 86

Names have power. I have no idea what the heck this Chandrian thing is.

“And he had changed. The eyes that watched Chronicler were still a striking ocean blue, but now they showed themselves to be all one color, like gems or deep forest pools, and his soft leather boots had been replaced with graceful cloven hooves.”—Pages 92-93

Um?

“Chronicler, I would like you to meet Bastas, son of Remmen, Prince of Twilight and the Telwyth Mael. The brightest, which is to say the only student I’ve had the misfortune to teach. Glamourer, bartender, and, not last, my friend.”—Kvothe, Page 93

Um. Well, then. I have many questions. I hope this doesn’t interfere with my Bathe ship.

“Then I felt something squeeze my chest, as if I was deep underwater. I tried to draw a breath but could. Mildly confused, I kept trying. It felt as if I’d just fallen flat on my back and had the air drive from me.”—Page 98

Ugh, that’s terrifying.

“Greystone leads to something something ‘ell’.”—Kvothe’s father, Page 102

Lol, I really like Kvothe’s parents…they’re going to die horribly at any moment.

“You’re clever. We both know that. But you can be thoughtless. A clever, thoughtless person is one of the most terrifying things there is. Worse, I’ve been teaching you some dangerous things.”—Ben, Page 104

True.

“While we were waiting, Ben got the offer he couldn’t refuse. She was a widow, fairly wealthy, fairly young, and to my inexperienced eyes, fairly attractive. The official story was that she needed someone to tutor her young son. However, anyone who saw the two of them walking together knew the truth behind that story.”—Page 105

Bow-chicka-wow-wow.

“I hope they spent those last few hours well. I hope they didn’t waste them on mindless tasks: kindling the evening fire and cutting vegetables for dinner. I hope they sang together, as they so often did. I hope they retired to our wagon and spent time in each other’s arms. I hope they lay near each other afterward and spoke of small things. I hope they were together, busy with loving each other, until the end came. It is a small hope, and pointless really. They are just as dead either way. Still I hope.”—Page 113

Are you the main character in a fantasy series and your parents are decent, loving people? Well, they are going to die.

Oh, god, seeing Kvothe’s troupe dead is a lot harder than I thought it would be.

Kvothe’s father’s song brought this upon, didn’t it?

“Only then did his composure break. And even with no one there to see, he hid his face in his hands and wept quietly, his body wracked with wave on wave of heavy, silent sobs.”—Page 122

Well, that was depressing.

“The old farmer continued to look at me with serious eyes. ‘This is Seaward Square.’ He said, pointing at his feet. ‘We’ll be here till dark, maybe a little after. You come back if’n you want a ride.’ His eyes turned worried. ‘You hear me? You can come back with us.’”—Page 132

I don’t know why, but I’m tearing up. Like this guy is so nice and I just want Kvothe to be happy. Kvothe, go with them, please.

Now, the lute is destroyed. Rothfuss, why are you so cruel?

I’m going to assume it’s normal and completely rational that I burst into tears of joy every time someone is kind to Kvothe.

“There was another lesson I had learned perhaps too well: people meant pain.”—Page 152

My heart, it hurts.

“But there was one demon who eluded Tehlu. Encanis, whose face was all in shadow. Encanis, whose voice was like a knife in the minds of men.”—Page 160

I guess that was the guy that helped kill Kvothe’s parents and troupe.

So there’s a story about Lya and Lanre. Lanre was a cool dude but he turned into Haliax because the world is cruel.

Wait, how does Skarpi know Kvothe’s name?

Kvothe don’t be mean.

“The boy grows upward, but the girl grows up.”—Page 209

Accurate saying.

“‘That’s kind of you. I’ll send one of the boys round,’ Trapis said. ‘Come here.’ He came forward and gathered me into a clumsy hug, his beard tickling the side of my face.”—Page 211

Hello tears. I’m going to just pretend that eventually Kvothe goes back to Trapis, gives him a bunch of money and shoes and everything is all good and happy. No one can tell me otherwise that’s not what happens.

Hey, is Kvothe ever getting Ben’s book back?

I think I remember hearing an interview with Patrick Rothfuss and that Denna was an awful person but I’m not sure.

Oh great we’ve got a love triangle between Kvothe, Denna, Josn and of course Josn has a lute.

“As I walked, I watched the horizon for the largest building in the University. From Ben’s descriptions I knew what it would look like: featureless, grey, and square as a block. Larger than four granaries stacked together. No windows, no decorations, only one set of great stone doors. Ten times ten thousand books. They Archives.”—Page 225

Huh, I imagined it would looked more…Hogwarts-y.

“Master Hemme was the king-high bastard of the lot.”—Page 233

Ha.

“He looked vaguely puzzled at first, then slightly taken aback, then, as I glared up at him, he gave a faint, thin smile and mutely handed me a piece of paper. I unfolded and read it. It read: ‘Kvothe. Spring term. Tuition: -3. Tln.’”—Page 237

Okay, clearly this is a fantasy series because there’s no way tuition would ever be in the negatives.

I like Lorren. He’s emotionless but tall and seems to be willing to give Kvothe a chance. Hope he’s not evil.

I can’t decide if I like Sovoy or not.

“Mouth full, Manet made gesture with both hands as if playing an imaginary violin. He rolled his eyes, his expression vastly unsympathetic.”—Page 244

I like Manet, though.

Why is everyone so pissy? Hemme, Sovoy, Manet, Ambrose.

“‘Rian, would you please cross your legs?’ The quest was made with such an earnest tone that not even a titter escaped from the class. Looking puzzled. Rian crossed her legs. ‘Now that the gates of hell are closed,’ Hemme said in his normal, rougher tones. ‘We can begin.’”—Page 250

What the fuck?

The University of Witchcraft and Wizardry needs to have a first year orientation that basically says “hey, little idiots, don’t use your fucking magic to hurt people or we’ll whip and expel your ass”. See, Kvothe, this is what being a dick gets you.

“‘This isn’t funny,’ I said, but found myself wearing a grin regardless. Simmon could always make me smile, no matter what was going on.”—Page 263

If Kvothe isn’t bi, I don’t know what is.

“‘Damn it, Hemme,’ Elxa Dal burst out. ‘You let the boy make a simulacra of you, then bring him here on malfeasance?’ He spluttered. ‘You deserve worse than you got.’”—Page 266

Well, Kvothe got out of that easily.

“‘It’s not malfeasance,’ Arwyl said doggedly, glaring at Hemme from behind his spectacles, the grandfatherly lines on his face forming a fierce scowl.”—Page 267

I like him.

“Look here, you little cocker!”—Hemme, Page 268

He has some of the funniest insults.

“Tehlu shelter us, fools and children all.”—Chancellor, Page 269

You’re gonna need it.

All the Masters want private time with Kvothe.

Huh, Ambrose isn’t that bad.

I was thinking “why would you allow a candle in a place full of books?”

Wait, was Ambrose being a dick?

Yeah Ambrose was being a dick.

“I care nothing for your intentions, E’lir Kvothe, deceived or otherwise. All that matters is the reality of your actions. Your hand held the fire. Yours is the blame. That is the lesson all adults must learn.”—Page 291

I like this quote. Damn, Kvothe already got kicked out of the Archives.

“As I lay there, counting my blessings and broken ribs, Elodin stepped into my field of vision. He looked down at me. ‘Congratulations,’ he said. ‘That was the stupidest thing I’ve ever seen.’ His expression was a mix of awe and disbelief. ‘Ever.’”—Page 315

I like him.

HE’S NOT EVEN GOING TO STUDY UNDER HIM! Damn.

Kvothe, get the lute and play to make money.

OH THANK GOD! HE GOT HIS TALENT PIPES!

Simmon is so cute!

Threpe…is actually kind…oh thank god. Also, I’m back to crying every time someone does something kind to Kvothe.

Ambrose broke his lute string.

“Kvothe, I’ve been meaning to talk to you about this very problem. If you honestly couldn’t tell that she was interested in you, you might want to admit the possibility that you are impossibly thick when it comes to women. You may want to consider the priesthood.”—Page 379

Simmon!

Oh, don’t tell me Sovoy and Denna are a thing….

Denna gave a fake name.

Ambrose totally got the Inns to turn Kvothe down.

Denna has multiple fake names. She’s kind of weird.

“When I awoke, the first thing that sprang to my mind was not what you might expect. Then again, it may not be that much of a surprise if you have ever been young yourself. ‘What time is it?’ I asked frantically.”—Page 450

Oh, I thought he was talking about school not his horn.

Does Kote mean disaster? Haha.

Wow, he’s taking this a lot better than I thought.

“Not using the name of fire,”—Page 458

Wrong title. It supposed to be name of wind.

Oh good, Auri is okay.

“‘Well, you know what they say: Finding the right analogy is as hard as…’ I put on a thoughtful expression. ‘As hard as…’ I made an inarticulate grasping gesture.”—Page 472

Hahaha.

“If you sell me a horse that throws a shoe, or starts to limp, or spooks at shadows, I will miss a valuable opportunity. A quite unrecoverable opportunity. If that happens, I will not come back and demand a refund. I will not petition the constable. I will walk back to Imre this very night and set fire to your house. Then, when you run out the front door in your nightshirt and stockle-cap, I will kill you, cook you, and eat you. Right there on your lawn while all your neighbors watch.”—Page 493

Damn.

Well shit, they ran into a dragon…okay not a dragon a vegetarian cow…not-dragon. Oh and it has a drug addiction. Wonderful.

Denna is drugged and the town is going be eaten by the high dragon-cow thing.

No wonder it took me so long to read, it took 82 out of 92 chapters to start.

AMBROSE STOLE HIS LUTE! And then he broke it which caused Kvothe to summon the wind.

KVOTHE WOULD JUST GET EXPELLED ALREADY??! Seriously this book would be so much more interesting if you weren’t at diet Hogwarts. There’s no high cow-dragons there!

He also moved up and has to study under crazy ass.

Rothfuss is leaving on a cliffhanger even though you know what he’s going to come across. Also haha they’re telling the story we just heard but wrong yet somehow right.

Bast is concerning.

#name of the wind #patrick rothfuss #kingkiller chronicle #reviewsdaytuesday #2018 Reviews

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1-ALLL I wanna know all about the Mun!!!

OwO lol ok ^w^ *gives diedrie a big hug

1. What is the middle name? *leaves it n/a* owo

2. How old are you? OwO 27 wishing i was younger

3. What is your birthday? september 7

4. What is your zodiac sign? virgo owo

5. what is your favorite color? all the colors of purple >=3

6. What’s your lucky number? would it suprise you if i said 7? cause thats my lucky number x3

7. Do you have any pets? Yes but its my sister’s dog though that is a goldendoodle they are lovely dogs that loves playing with kids. but also good guard dogs.

8. Where are you from? USA kansas xP

9. How tall are you? i am 5′8 owo

10. What shoe size are you? oh gawd shoe sizes are evil if its in womens i gotta get size 12 if its in mens i gotta grab 13, But i happen to lose weight over the 2 years from before so i had to go slightly smaller size shoes. So i am unsure the size right now.

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? I would say about 5 i think all for different occasion *has lost count cause she kept some old shoes for outside yard work.*

12. What was your last dream about? Hmmm the last thing i remember was that I was talking to black shadows and sparring supposingly it was supposed to be a nightmare but i manage to turn it around i guess *shrugs*

13. What talents do you have? hmmm well i am good at writing some stuff cause i can write a short one and leave a good cliff hanger. But love to draw alot x3. and messing with yarn still learning all of the basics when it comes to crochet.

14. Are you psychic in any way? Now i wouldn’t really call it physic but I often do see ghosts from time to time that would give you guys the chills x3. But the problem having that ability growing up was hard cause i kept it a secret only cause i was scared to be called crazy or insane. But i was taught alot of things thanks to some ghosts i have met but i also learn not all of them are safe to talk to as well. So be careful if you have this ability or if your child happens to have this. Cause some ghosts are not safe and tend to try to lure you away.

15. favorite song? omg this is hard can i just say imagine dragons is the favorite band please? love too many of their songs but if i was to choose it would be raidioactive

16. Favorite movie? spirit away =D

17. Who would be your ideal partner? owo that would be someone who i can chill to hang out with and that we just be ourselfs to be honest. I rather place no judgement if i can between the partner and me only cause i rather have us have fun and be able to relax.

18. Do you want children? x3 me and my hubby has talked about this since ours is a distant relationship we did decide if we ever got to move together to be in the same house its a definate yes.

19. Do you want a church wedding? That i don’t know actually to be honest that would be somthing down later in the future road i rather think of the present than worry about later in the future.

20. Are you religious? now this kind of topic i rather stay away if i can but i am most comfortable talking to my hubby with. Only because i seen alot of wars between people who are religious and some who are not. I rather respect both sides if i can to be honest. even though to being religious i would say i am a little cause i am a wiccan gonna be honest here. But i still respect all religions if i possibly can and i even have respect for the preists as well.

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Yes i have alot of good and bad memories i have out of going there the last thing i been there for though was worrying about my grandpa which i am still worrying about him even now. Which I am hoping he can live a bit longer. Cause he is a great man to be honest.

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? Not really like the last thing i got trouble for was accidently speeding and I had apologize to the officer which he did gave me a ticket but i didn’t have to pay for it just take the ticket in and was warned to be more careful next time. Which i am more careful and try my best to stay out of trouble.

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? nope i haven’t =/ but i probly would freak out just a little but try to stay calm as well.

24. Baths or showers? Can i say both? please =3

25. What color of socks are you wearing? Was wearing black grayesh socks last night but took them off lol =3

26. Have you ever been famous? nope =3

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? Hmmm i would say yes but i rather work for it.

28. What type of music do you like? to be honest i love all kinds of music but i love the most is country rock

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? um no I haven’t owo

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? uhhh....*counts* about 5 big pillows and 2 small little ones owo

31. What position do you sleep in? which ever is the most comfortable but mostly sleep on my side.

32. How big is your house? owo....idk.....*shrugs*

33. what do you typically have for breakfast? which ever sounds good but love susage sandwiches the most. but somtimes i would make myself a really fluffy egg omelette =3

34. Have you ever fired a gun? Yes but only because my uncle was teaching me how to use one properly to get over my fear. Cause i rather be able to move if i get stuck a situation one day instead of being frozen in fear. I rather help those in need to get out of the dangerous situation if i can.

35. Have you ever tried archery? Yes when i was little i went to church camp and tried archery there it was actually alot of fun learning how to use the bow.

36. favorite clean word? meep

37. favorite swear word? uhhh.....welp i know some of you will laugh real hard cause i said this a few times and left my hubby laughing alot hearing this. quote “What the flying fuck?!” x3

38.Whats the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? only one day i went without sleep.

39. Do you have any scars? uhhh.....*hides her scars.* sorry leaving that n/a? owo

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? hmmm nope owo

41. Are you a good liar? hmm i don’t really like lieing to be honest i only do this only if there is a good reason cause alot of drama does happen quiet often in the family and i only do this to avoid it. so i am somewhat a good one but i rather not do it it if i can.

42. Are you a good judge of character? umm idk?

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? um no not really although i have a few people in irl who keeps saying i have some sort of accent and idk where it comes from.

44. Do you have a strong accent? um idk again owo

45. What is your favorite accent? owo uhh.....*shrugs*

46. what is your personality type? i would say just a fun loving type of personality with a slight dark humor once a while even though we don’t mean to have the dark humor to happen.

47. what is your most expensive piece of clothing? uhh....i would say a dress?

48. Can you curl your tougue? heck yea x3

49. Are you an innie or an outie? I am both =3 but mostly an innie

50. Left or right handed? i am right handed

51. Are you scared of spiders? uh... I am but spiders and me go to war actually cause i had got bit all the time by them spiders.

52. favorite food? Anything Pasta related! =D

53. Favorite foreign food? Chinese food

54. are you a clean or a messy person? a little of both owo

55. most used phrased? idk owo

56. Most used word? merp =P

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? about 1 hour. to 30 min.s if i rush like mad almost about 10 min. flat.

58. Do you have much of an ego? ego? what ego? *has no ego*

59.Do you suck or bite lollipops? I only suck unless there’s somthing in the middle then i bite it.

60. Do you talk to yourself? I often do only when i am thinking or trying to decide on things to make a right choice. and yes this actually helps me think of a better choice.

61. Do you sing to yourself? owo yes i do when i am by myself.

62. Are you a good singer? ehh? idk?

63. biggest fear? I think i have a slight fear of abandonment i think but i think the worst one is snakes even though i found them cute on the net. the old biggest fear used to be guns.

64. Are you a gossip? I rather not gossip if i can actually.

65. best dramatic movie you’ve seen? can i say the best scary movie please? if i can i would say resident evil.

66. Do you like long or short hair? I like both actually owo but long hairs are harder to maintain.

67. Can you name all 50 states of america? I think if i can i would name all of them but its been a while so i might forget a couple actually.

68. Favorite school subject? owo Art class!

69. Extrovert or introvert? mostly introvert but i still like going outside once a while.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? nope but would love to one day

71. what makes you nervous? Um not knowing whats gonna happen next if things do get complicated

72. Are you scared of the dark? Yes V w V but mostly if i am outside at night is where its worse but i am fine inside the building.

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? only if i can somtimes i am not able to all the time.

74. Are you ticklish? yes sadly lol.

75. Have you ever started a rumor? no and actually i don’t like dealing with rumors.

76. have you ever been in a position of authority? nope but it would be interesting to try i guess.

77. Have you ever drank underage? nope actually i never gone drinking dispite my age.

78. Have you ever done drugs? noppity nope never done them and never will.

79. Who was your first real crush? sorry keepin that a secret owo

80. How many piecrings do you have? one for each ear owo so only 2

81. can you roll your rs? uhh....idk? *has no clue what rs is*

82. How fast can you type? last i checked it was about 60 on the speed scale on that mavis bacon typing program.

83. How fast can you run? uhh idk....

84. What color is your hair? dark brown

85. What color is your eyes? hazel so a bit of blue and green

86. What are you allergic to? eh feathers (sorry bird friends i can’t touch birds owo) house dust might and mold. which i find this silly.

87. Do you keep a journal? nope

88. What do your parents do? eh....sorry leaving that n/a guys

89. Do you like your age? to be honest i wish i am younger but its ok really cause i at least can help my family by having a job and help pay the bills. which allows me to spoil my mom once a while. Why cause she deserves it ^^.

90. What makes you angry? oh well i really don’t get angry really easy mostly if it comes to family members starting drama and start shit up that they shouldn’t be doing and lie and steal yea i can get angry really easy then. And i had people get scared of me before cause i was like angry but looked calm at the same time. I try my best not to get angry cause i rather think clearly if i can to find out whats actually going on to help fix the situation.

91. Do you like your own name?.....*leaves it n/a*

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? um owo.....sadly nope.. i am not good with names to be honest. I try my best to come up with good ones if i do get stuck picking one though.

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? Eh?...idk i just rather leave it up to fate of what comes first in the future.

94. What are your strengths? I think my biggest strength i have is helping on calming a person down really and somtimes letting them lean on me to cry if they needed it.

95. What are your weaknesses? owo hmm not sure i think seeing cute things is my weakness lol.

96. how did you get your name? eh? i came up with this name a long time ago when i was younger i loved to draw and do alot of art related stuff but I also love playing fighting games as well. and actually had 1 year of karate as well.

97. were y our ancestors royalty? umm idk? it would be cool to find out owo.

98. Do you have any scars? owo uhh.. *hides her scars once again* why did this question come up the second time?

99. Color of your bedspread? white with a few other colors on it mostly green. been thinking about getting a new different one.

100. Color of your room? white if i had the choice i would paint it purple not only cause purple is my favorite color but also its a calm color to have in the bedroom.

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Cinderella Part 1

Summary: For @flames-bring-a-ton-of-ash and her 2nd Negan Writing Challenge, this is for the foot fetish prompt introducing OFC Janine.

Word Count: 3199 (Just a preview)

Warnings: Foul Language, Sexual Imagery and Language.

Author: @genevievedarcygranger

Author’s Note: Lol would you believe me if I told you that I wrote this for like 6 hours straight at like 4 in the morning man.

Janine had been at the Sanctuary for a while now. She had left her former community and came here for the extra protection. The work for points was hard, but not as grueling as working outside in the garden or with the livestock. Some days it was worth it – like on the days where she got to see the Sanctuary’s fearsome, but admittedly handsome, leader. Janine’s job at the Sanctuary meant being a personal maid for the Saviors’ rooms, which included the wives’ parlor and Negan’s own bedroom.

Most of the time, though, when she cleaned, the Saviors and Negan were gone. The majority of the time she couldn’t avoid the wives, but some of them were nice. Frankie and Tanya were decidedly not.

Just today when Janine was returning their laundry to them – that Janine washed herself – both Frankie and Tanya threw a fit. “This is good lingerie, and you ruined it!” Tanya hissed, tossing the lacy panties at Janine’s face.

Snatching them aside, Janine huffed, more than a little pissed. “Good lingerie is hand washed, Tanya. What the hell do you think I did? Throw this in the river? I hand washed it.”

“If that’s the case then why is there a tear?” Tanya was stamping her foot now, petulant as a child, accusingly pointing a finger at the rip where the delicate black lace was starting to come off.

Taking a deep breath, Janine tried to not let her temper get the better of her. The wives were always right – her new motto to get through the arguments. The mindset was a remnant from when she worked in the service industry during college. “Because,” Janine tried to explain with what little patience she had left, “you gave them to me with a tear.”

Tanya blushed at the underlying implication that was left unspoken between them. “Then why didn’t you sew back?” She squeaked, deeply embarrassed.

“I don’t have sewing supplies!” Janine threw up her hands. It’s not like the Saviors would consider that important when they scavenged. “Even if I did, I’ve never sewn anything more than a button back on my jeans.”

“Stop making excuses and fix it!” Tanya screeched like a harpy. “Those are Negan’s favorite and he’ll be pissed if you’ve ruined them!”

“But I didn’t –!”

“Shut up!” Frankie cut in as she returned to the parlor. She had deemed her laundry good enough and returned them to her bedroom, but now she was back and ready to boss Janine around. “Where the hell is my shirt?”

“What shirt?” Janine sighed. Tanya was may be bad, but Frankie was infinitely worse. Tanya limited her cruelty to criticisms, but Frankie went out of her way to make lists of chores as if Janine was her personal slave. Honestly, Janine felt a bit like Cinderella that way. The only difference was that Janine was no beauty and she knew better than to hope for a Prince Charming to save her.

In a high-pitched sneer, Frankie parroted her mockingly, “What shirt?” Frankie scoffed, rolling her eyes dramatically. “You know the one. It’s grey and comfortable. I gave it to you yesterday to wash.”

“You mean the one you use to color your hair?” Tanya asked, not unkindly.

Immediately, Frankie’s ire was directed toward the rival wife as she whipped around to face the dark-haired woman. “NO! I do not color my hair, Tanya! I’m a natural red-head.” Tossing her obviously dyed hair, Frankie harrumphed.

“Yeah,” Janine couldn’t help but mutter under her breath, “and I’m a fucking super-model.”

Frankie’s neck snapped around so fast at Janine’s words that it almost looked like she got whiplash. Her face was twisted, spitting mad, but before she could open her mouth to shriek at Janine anymore, there the distinct knock of a baseball bat on the door as Negan returned with Michaela, a quiet wife and the only African-American one. Michaela was kind to Janine, but other than that didn’t talk to her much. She preferred to keep to herself.

As soon as she saw Negan, Janine dropped to one knee and stared hard at the floor. “You’re a fucking super-model, you say? I thought I was fucking every fucking super-model here.” Negan drawled as he leisurely strolled toward her, his words making Frankie snicker. Janine, not really bothered by his comment, only knew Negan was approaching by the sounds of his heavy footfalls. She heard a smacking noise – probably Negan spanking Michaela’s rear – and her suspicions were confirmed when she heard Negan murmur to the wife, “You can head on back to your bedroom now, Michaela. You deserve the rest after the fuck fest we just had.” Dutifully, Michael left, and Janine heard her bedroom door close behind her with a soft click. That left just Janine, Frankie, Negan, and Tanya.

“Negan,” Tanya simpered, “I’m so glad you’re here.”

“Thanks, Tanya, girl,” Negan replied, “but I’m actually here looking for Amber. You know I don’t pick favorites, Tanya. I was with you and Frankie yesterday. It’s Amber’s turn.” Janine remained kneeling as she hadn’t been told to stand yet and she hadn’t been dismissed either. “So, where is she?”

“Um,” Tanya stalled.

Not sounding amused, Negan asked again, “Tanya, where the fuck is Amber?”

“Uh,” Tanya began to stutter, and to Janine it sounded like she was on the verge of tears.

“Oh, quit your fucking crying, Tanya. You’re not in fucking trouble unless you’re hiding shit from me.” Negan sighed, and Tanya sniffled miserably in response.

“Well since Amber is missing her turn,” Frankie finally spoke up, and from where she was kneeling with her head bowed Janine watched Frankie’s stilettos cross in front of her to Negan’s boots. “You can have me again, Negan. I know how much you like my massages.”

Negan snorted, “Yeah, no matter how much you tell me, I don’t think you were actually fucking licensed, Frank.” Janine choked, holding back her laughter from listening to them. “Shit, I mean Frankie. I know how much you hate that nickname.” Frankie sputtered, but Negan’s voice fluidly cut over hers, “Besides, you told me you were gonna color your hair again before we next fucked. Your nasty ass roots are not what I wanna see when you’re sucking me off and my men go through too much damn trouble looking for that hair dye if you’re not gonna use it.” Janine coughed out a laugh now before she immediately lapsed into silence once more.

It was too late, though. He definitely heard her – and so did Frankie and Tanya, doubtlessly. Negan’s shadow fell across Janine, but still she kept her eyes downcast, now riveted on his boots. He had rather large feet. She imagined they were pretty, but she wouldn’t know as she hadn’t actually seen them. Secretly, she had a bit of a thing for feet. “Well, fuck, what’s your name again?” Negan inquired, his rumbling voice breaking into Janine’s daydreaming.

“She’s no one,” Frankie answered for her. She pushed Janine over until she fell backwards, flat on her ass, with an undignified grunt. “She was just here delivering the laundry, and she can’t even do that right.”

“Frankie!” Negan sharply admonished her. “Don’t do that shit. I already told you that if you have a fucking problem you come to me and I’ll handle it, damn it.”

From where she was sprawled on the floor, Janine scrambled to a kneeling position again. Both Francine and Tanya have smacked her around before, but not much, usually when she got mouthy. That super-model comment probably would’ve earned a bitch slap if Negan hadn’t interrupted.

“Hey,” Negan said, voice low and soothing, “you alright there? Shit, I still don’t remember your name.”

“Janine,” she told the floor in a whisper. Curiously, she wasn’t afraid but she was very unsure. She hadn’t interacted with Negan one on one before. Normally she would be among the crowd downstairs. This was new for her, and intimidating, but he wasn’t being very scary at the moment.

“What’s that? I didn’t hear ya.” Negan shifted until he was standing directly in front of her, and out of the corner of her eye Janine saw that both Frankie’s and Tanya’s pair of stilettos were close together in front of the couch. “You’re gonna have to speak up. You know what? Just go ahead and look at me. I’m always a fucking sucker for a picture of a pretty lady on her knees just for me.”

At his behest, Janine took a breath and slowly looked up at him. Despite him indirectly calling her pretty, in that moment Janine felt like she was anything but that. She didn’t collect enough points to shower regularly, so today her black hair was oily and her brown face was probably shiny with oil, too. Luckily, she hadn’t broken out with acne since the end of the world – probably due to the lack of greasy food in her diet – but she still was no beauty. Janine didn’t have pretty freckles or clear, unblemished skin. She wouldn’t be able to cram herself in a size 0 dress or fit her feet in a size 5 pair of heels either. No matter what, she just knew she would never be pretty, and before the end of the world that didn’t matter to her. Janine had been a great student and she was just about to enter grad school when everything went to shit. Now her BA in History hardly mattered. What mattered now was staying alive, and that meant answering Negan and doing whatever he wanted.

“My name is…Negan?” Janine hesitantly began, unsure if this was a test. Her brown eyes flitted hungrily all over Negan’s unshaven face, admiring his slicked back, black hair and his crinkled eyes framed by enviously long eyelashes and his bright, white smile and those damn charming dimples. He was just too damn pretty of a man. “Or Janine. I’m not sure how you want me to answer.”

“Janine is fucking fine,” Negan’s eyes roved over Janine’s face as well, taking in the full mouth and cute nose. His eyes slipped down lower on their own accord as he saw a teasing peep of cleavage. Janine was chesty, that was for sure. Out of all of his wives, only Michaela was more than a mouthful. The cogs in Negan’s head were already turning. “So, you do the cleaning around here? You do a damn good job of that.” He gestured around at the polished furniture and spotless floors.

“Thank you, sir,” Janine responded, not sure of what else to say. She hadn’t really noticed where he’d been looking, mostly being self-conscious of how filthy she was. “I clean the Saviors’ rooms, too. And yours.”

“That’s fucking right!” Negan snapped his hand as the proverbial lightbulb went off above his head. “Damn, you do a fucking great job then. I should be fucking thanking you for doing that shit for me. So, I will. Fucking thank you, Janine.”

“It’s just my job, sir,” Janine rushed to assure him. A little restless on her knees, she shifted, wondering what the point was to all of this.

“Do you like your job, Janine?” Negan leaned back on his heels, tapping the ever-present Lucille against the heel of his boot.

It was a loaded question, Janine was sure, similar to the kind her manager used to ask her at work. So, she gave him a somewhat similar answer. “I’m grateful to be here at the Sanctuary, sir.”

“Hmm,” Negan hummed, “But I bet the job still sucks ass, huh?” He didn’t bother waiting for her answer. “You made a comment about being a fucking super-model, right?”

Bowing her head in shame, Janine honestly answered, “Yeah, but I wasn’t being serious, sir, obviously. I was a student before all this.”

“Shit, you weren’t in high school, were you?”

“No, no!” Janine was a little surprised by the answer, wondering the relevancy of it. “I was in college. William and Mary. I’m probably 23 now.”

“Damn, you were a smartass college girl then,” Negan actually sounded impressed. “You’re still a smartass now, aren’t cha with the shit you give Frankie and Tanya here. What did you do to piss them off so much?”

“She deliberately sabotaged my panties!” Tanya jumped in before Janine could even open her mouth.

“And she lost my shirt,” Frankie added.

Glancing back at the two wives sitting on the couch, Negan frowned at them. “Ex-fucking-cuse me, but I asked Janine here.” Turning back to Janine, he gestured with Lucille over his shoulder at the wives before asking her, “What they say true?”

Really unsure of how to answer now, Janine nervously glanced back and forth between Negan and the women on the couch. If she said yes, Negan would punish her. If she said no, though, Negan still might punish her for indirectly calling his wives liars. Or, if he didn’t punish her, Frankie and Tanya would surely get their revenge on her later. No matter what she was screwed. So, she decided to answer honestly. “No, I didn’t do either of those things. The panties were torn when Tanya gave them to me and I couldn’t fix them without a sewing kit, so I just washed them and returned them. And Frankie never gave me the shirt she wears when she dyes her hair.” She had to fight to not smile at that last statement.

“Uh-huh,” Negan looked back at the wives again. “Well I believe you about the panty thing. That one is my fucking bad.”

Addressing the wives on the couch now, Negan continued, “Tanya don’t fucking worry about it. You know I like you better without panties anyway. I’ll get you another fucking pair if you want.” Relieved, Janine sighed, and Tanya looked pleased as well. That probably meant she wouldn’t mess with Janine about that later. “Still, you know how I feel about lying, Tanya, so I’m only gonna tell you this once like I told Frankie: you have a fucking problem, you fucking come to me and I’ll fucking handle it.” Tanya nodded frantically. “See? This is me fucking handling it for you.

“As for you, Frankie,” Negan wandered over in her direction, “I can get you another fucking shirt for your hair, too. And I know where that shirt is. You fucking left it in my room. I told you to keep track of your shit and to take it with you when you leave. Don’t blame others for your fucking mistakes. That’s not cool.”

Frankie dipped her head, chin nearly lowering to her chest as she meekly sat there. Her eyes were glaring daggers at Janine, and Janine knew there would be trouble later. It was worth it, though, just to witness Negan talk down to them both.

Walking back over to Janine, Negan rubbed a hand through his scruff, obviously tired of dealing with this stupid shit. “Alright, Janine, on your feet.” With a creak of her tired knees, Janine stood back up. She was good at following orders. He looked her up and down, and from the looks of it, he liked what he saw for some reason. “Yeah, you are a damn good maid, Janine, but the job is wasted on a fucking super-model like you. You’re damn wife material.” Shaking his head with a wide shit-eating grin, he proposed, “Marry me?”

“WHAT!” Frankie screamed, face red like a tomato. Tanya looked just as angry, though her anger competed with the surprised look on her face, too, as her eyebrows lifted up and down and her mouth fell open like a fish.

Turning around, Negan barked, “Frankie! Tanya! You jealous bitches sure know how to ruin a damn mood! Go to your fucking rooms if you don’t want to see this.” He pointed Lucille at them and made a shooing gesture towards their respective bedrooms. Immediately, Tanya scurried off, fighting tears. Frankie took a different approach, slinking off and giving Janine the stink-eye as she left, her mouth twisted in an ugly sneer. “Frankie? When you see Amber again, you tell her she’s not allowed to leave this fucking parlor until I see her again. Now get the fuck out of my sight.”

Meanwhile, Janine was a bit in shock herself. She had been expecting punishment not marriage. Catching Negan’s eye was never her intention, and she didn’t think it would be possible either. Comparing herself to the other wives, Janine was nothing like them. Despite Negan repeating it, too, she was hardly the super-model either.

Once Negan turned back toward her, Janine was thinking hard about his offer. Part of her wanted to impetuously say yes just for the opportunity to sleep with him, but then again Frankie and Tanya would make her life a living hell. “So, what do ya say, Janine? Because I would just love to fuck your brains out. Especially considering that wifey number 4 has disappeared on me now. My evening is free for fucking if you’d like.”

“You don’t have to marry me to sleep with me,” Janine gently told him, figuring that was his intentions. If she could sleep with Negan freely while avoiding the other wives, that was what she wanted to do then.

“But I wanna fucking marry you, Janine,” Negan argued. “You’re hot as shit and I appreciate a smartass just as much as I do a hot piece of ass.” He waited for an answer, but Janine still wasn’t sure. “Look, if you’re worried about the others, I’ll repeat myself for the third time tonight and say I’ll fucking handle all your problems if there are any.” But Janine was still indecisive. “Would you like for me to convince you? Come to my room for a quick fuck and once we’re done fucking you can tell me your answer. One free fuck on me, Janine.”

This was a good deal. “Yes,” Janine quickly agreed, and then immediately blushed.

“Fucking fantastic.” Negan smiled even wider. “Well, let’s get down to it, then.” He stepped forward and caught her around the waist. Tilting down he caught her mouth in a kiss that surprised her, and immediately it turned into passionate one.

It had been a while since Janine’s last kiss; and just as she was getting into the swing of things, giving as good as she got (and Negan gave pretty damn well), he pulled away. “Mm, I made a damn good choice proposing to your fine ass. You kiss as good as you fucking clean, and I have high hopes that your fucking is even better.” Flushing with pride, Negan jerked his head towards the exit. “Come on, let’s get back to my room so I can get inside your pussy already. I bet you’re already fucking soaked for me.”

“Well, you’ll have to find out,” Janine teased, gaining confidence, and then she flounced away with a flick of her hair. She knew exactly where his room was. Giving him a coy look over her shoulder, she put a little more sway in her hips and crooked her fingers at him to follow. Hell yes, she was going to enjoy this.

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opisasodomite · 8 years ago

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Answer all of them. That's right you bastard, every damn one. We're gonna overload this site with the cuteness that is your relationship. Happy goddamn Easter.

You sent me this just to torture me damn you Nicole 1. Have you met your soul mate?Well that term is cheesy as hell but I literally can't imagine anyone more compatible with me than Act and I love him super lots so... Yes? I guess?2. Favorite color when you were younger, and now?I used to really love green partly because Irish but now I'm all about the purple because I am the Byzantine emperor3. Do you wear eye-shadow? What color?Get anything away from my eyes I am terrified of anything makeup related near my eyes even eye shadow4. Are you in love right now?YES5. In your opinion, is love at first sight real?No but the fact that I literally saw Act's OkCupid profile and immediately thought wow what a cool dude sure says a lot about my judgment lol6. Are you an optimist, realist, opportunist, or pessimist?I guess I consider myself a realist? Like things aren't either wholly bad or good and I do believe you can advance if you take opportunity but ultimately you are limited based off of your circumstances like wealth race status and mental health, stuff like that. 7. First kiss details? (If you haven’t been kissed, reply how and if you would like to be.)lol I'm going to do both first kisses because I really wish my first was actually Act. So it's high school and no other gay kids existed ooexcept my friends friend. We start dating because duh gay. We go to a school concert and I'm like trying to be cutesy and romantic so I tell him, because I'm dying of heat in the winter because Florida, "if I had do be overheating at least it's with you~*~" and then cue kiss. He was an ugly dude but damn did he know how to kiss.My first kiss with Act was actually damned passionate. We meet up after talking for months for the first time. I drove six hours from Tampa to Savannah and we meet and hang out all day right. It's all very simple and very chaste. We go hang out at my hotel afterwards though where we pretend we don't know what we wanna do. So we start cuddling... My god I've never felt such electricity from someone touching me. He says he's wanted to do that all day as we just hold hands. I then ask if we can kiss. We lean in gently and it's awkward but feels so good...We didn't do anything else except make out but it was great.8. Do you own stickers, an stationary?No but Act taught me calligraphy and I really should learn it again and get some nice stationary for fun.9. What’s your aesthetic?Uh... Colorful pants? That's all I guess lol 🤣10. Do you wear dresses, and skirts?Nah11. What is your hair like?Resistant to change. I have blond and wavy hair but no matter what I do it always wants to lie flat on my head so I've given up doing fancy stuff with it and just do some decent styling.12. Does time go by fast or slow to you?Too damn FAST when Act is here and too damn SLOW when I'm bored to death.13. What time do you go to bed? What time do you wake up?This question assumes I have a regular sleep schedule.I guess normally I fall asleep around 2 and wake up at 10 though.14. Favorite sweet food?Hmm... Lately I've kinda become an endless cheesecake eater. That and cookies or ice cream.15. Tea, coffee, or hot cocoa?I would die without coffee but tea is also good. 16. Space, Ocean, City, or Forest?I'm a forest gay.17. Favorite game as a child?Video game: the Legend of Zelda: Wind WakerBoard game: this weird version of chess called stratego? I would always play it with my mom lolOutdoors: uhhh baseball? If by baseball you mean hitting a ball and not having to run lol18. Comfort book?It's hardly a comfort book because it's the embodiment of Angst™ but the only book I can just open and read a bit of is Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami. The narrative voice and theme of adolescent identity crisis really kinda got to me when I first read it. I still identify heavily with the characters and love the surreal, almost cerebral tone.19. Princess, Fairy, Mermaid, or Unicorn?I'm a forest fairy boy thanks 20. Do you fall in love easily?Lol very much so. I met Act in person once, and we were just chatting one night on the phone and he was translating "Now I See the Light" from Tangled from Swedish into English and it just hit me: this super nerd is the cutest and most interesting guy I've ever met, and has a beautiful voice and personality. 21. Favorite word?Apparently. It's quite versatile and always has a ring of sarcasm to it.22. Describe your life in 3 words.AHHHHHHHHHHH (grad school), Act, Nicole 23. Do you dance? Slow dance?lol nope 24. Do you wear fake nails, or paint your nails?Nah 25. Has anyone ever confessed to you?I'm literally the confidante of both of my best friends (Act included) so yes26. Do you lie?Yeah. White lies though, I can't stand being deceitful unless I'm trying to avoid something unpleasant for me or anyone else. Like I'll say I'm going to bed but really just want alone time or I'll say I need to get home instead of I really don't want to be in social situations right now.27. What makes you smile?Thinking about my boyfriend :)Otherwise it's my super cool friend @stained-glass-rose That jerk 28. Have you ever cried in a book or movie?Duh. I sob at any emotional scenes 29. When and who was your first crush?Hmm that's hard to say really. The first super super deep one was with this guy Chaz in high school, my best friend at the time. He and I had 6/7 of our classes together and spent every day eating lunch with each other. During the summer he would ask me to come over every day and after I came out he got even more physically affectionate with me. During freshman year English class we watched a shitty version of the Odyssey and he just rested his head on my arms and napped there. It was super super gay for me. We still suspect he was probably attracted to guys.30. Marriage or kids?Marriage without a doubt, it's legally convenient and frankly I like the idea of a nice commitment thingy. Kids I'm gonna need a long time to think about because I'm an anxious and depressed mess who can hardly handle himself and is afraid of getting a pet even. I like the idea of giving a sweet kid a good home but I'm worried I'm not up for it. We shall see. 31. Are you superstitious?Not at all. Tbh I find ghosts, magic, superstitions, and all that to be completely silly.32. Who’s your 3 am thought?Take a wild guess lol(Act~)33. Do you like candy? What’s your favorite candy?I have a horrible sweet tooth: I love mostly fruit flavored candies like skittles and twizzlers and life savers especially.34. Favorite holiday?Christmas because winter :p35. Favorite season?WINTER I AM A FURNACE36. Cat or dog person?I love dogs so much they are my life's goal. I've always had one until I moved away.I used to be meh about cats, neither liked nor disliked them, but now I'm appreciating them and their personalities which are so much different from what I'm used to with dogs. They're beautiful and elegant and dumb and adorable creatures all at once. I still don't think I want one though but when a cat lets me pet them I feel Blessed™37. Are you quiet or loud?I'm quiet if I don't know you and I never shut up if I do38. Favorite time period? (80′s, 60′s, etc.The 80s would've been great if Reagan wasn't president and AIDS never existed. The music, aesthetic, movies, and all that are some of my favorite enduring things.39. Favorite fashion fad that went away?Skinny jeans. I'm very disappointed because absurdly tight pants are my go to fashion choice40. The best dream/ worst nightmare you’ve ever had?I have weird nasty horror nightmares but the freakiest one was a weirdass realistic one.TW: Sexual assault, pedophilliaMy worst nightmare involved my old roommate that me and Nicole used to live with. An old friend's friend contacted me and asked to hang out in the dream. I agree and he's on his way over: while he's out in my living room I hear my roommates door close and I find graphic pictures showing the dude into those diaper kink things and somehow this made me certain he was gonna hurt her.I burst out of my room and try to open her door only to find he's locked it and assaulting her at that exact moment. He then mocks me through he door as I desperately try to get in and stop him.God I was so scared for her and Nicole from that point on41. Worst fear as a kid?... To be honest it was (and still is) being raped or kidnapped and molested.44. Do you flirt?With my boyfriend :p45. What’s your style?I have none I'm a giant spastic nerd 46. Do you blush?Not often anymore but I get bashful when flirting with Act or when he gives me an unsolicited compliment. Also Nicole's mom called me and him adorable while we were being cute and me and him both blushed lol47. Do you feel everything, nothing, or you don’t know what to feel?I feel numb a lot of the time but I think I'm able to feel some things again. I still don't feel like I feel as much as I should48. Are you a crier? Do you smile?I'm not as much of a crier as I used to be but I can still break out at the slightest touch if I get in an argument or stressed.49. First love?Act.50. Last love?Still love Act :p

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theowlreblogs · 6 years ago

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I was tagged eons ago but I write this now because I suck!

A tagg!

1: when you have cereal, do you have more milk than cereal or more cereal than milk?

Oh godness, it's a little shameful, but more cereal! I just love it, Although it's been a while since the last time I had cereal for breakfast

2: do you like the feeling of cold air on your cheeks on a wintery day?

I adore it, especially early in the morning, it makes me feel both nostalgic and happy... Somewhat, alive

3: what random objects do you use to bookmark your books?

Tickets, leafs, random papers xvx;; But I try to use bookmars!

4: how do you take your coffee/tea?

With sugar and milk!

5: are you self-conscious of your smile?

Oh--! Sometimes! But I try to calm that feeling down. I love laughing and smiling, after all. I do that all the time, can't help it!

6: do you keep plants?

I love my lil' cactuses... They three are named off things important to me! (Yes, even Mr Pickles, fuck off)

7: do you name your plants?

OH GODNESS. Yes. Yes I do. The names of my plants are Sócrates, Eainstein (Tamy named him!) and Mr Pickles.

8: what artistic medium do you use to express your feelings?

Usually, writing. I used to draw for that too, but I barely do it now. I ought start to do it again.

9: do you like singing/humming to yourself?

Oh boy, I am always humming and I do love singing

10: do you sleep on your back, side, or stomach?

It depends! I don't care that much, I usually sleep on my back, I think? But I also like to sleep on my right side?? idk

11: what's an inner joke you have with your friends?

...Too many, gods

12: what's your favorite planet?

Mars! Dunno why

13: what's something that made you smile today?

Mhmmm... A little kid in the hairdressing salon. She was just too pure and cute!! And she was super excited of getting a nice hairstyle. I also smiled while watching some more eps of B99 with my brother- And when we made some cherry shake ~ ! Idk, I smile a lot lately

14: if you were to live with your best friend in an old flat in a big city, what would it look like?

AAAHHhhhh hmmmm!!! Oh gods that sounds so dreamy. It will be so full of books, plants, cactuses everywhere. Stars in the roof, stars in the walls. I'll buy any glowing in dark paint to use it in the walls and make a galaxy. I imagine it all magic and beautiful--- I would try to have that flat really pretty!! I love to decorate rooms. We would have a ton of animals living with us too!!! ofc

15: go google a weird space fact and tell us what it is!

"Most stars take millions of years to die. When a star like the Sun has burned all of its hydrogen fuel, it expands to become a red giant. " I googles when a star dies. I had no idea of what to search...

16: what's your favorite pasta dish?

PISTO!

17: what color do you really want to dye your hair?

Dark blue...! Probably? Oh, godness. I wish i had the guts to actually do it.

18: tell us about something dumb/funny you did that has since gone down in history between you and your friends and is always brought up.

I've started to laugh only to think about the QUESTION. I am that friend who always make stupid shit. It's so ridiculous! A thing that is always remember in my friends group is a time when we were eating cake and then a piece of chocolate fell from Maria's cake. I started to laugh so hard I choke. I MEAN I REALLY CHOKE, I WAS ABOUT TO DIE THAT NIGHT. Maria always remembers it because she says that it all was so irreal. Two deaths for the price of one! (Her chocolate x me)

19: do you keep a journal? what do you write/draw/ in it?

I have a book journal! I draw a little something every time I finish a book.

20: what's your favorite eye color?

Blue... A lil's bit obsessed with them, to be honest.

21: talk about your favorite bag, the one that's been to hell and back with you and that you love to pieces.

The one who gave me moms's first friend when we moved to Lugo! It's brown and big, I've been putting badges around it. It's a little old already (it has like four years) but I feel so comfortable with it!! it has just so many pockets and I adore it!!

22: are you a morning person?

Not that much, to be honest <XD;;

23: what's your favorite thing to do on lazy days where you have 0 obligations?

Playing videogames and reading (probably fics)! Oh boy I love both things

24: is there someone out there you would trust with every single one of your secrets?

I used to have that but-- Not now. The closest is my brother! We both traveled around so many places, moved out so many times, that we are like-- the best friend of each other? We had no choide. We both were the only person that were always... there. I know he never ever ever ever EVER will hurt or betray me, and I never evER EVER EVER will hurt or betray him either, but he is my lil' bro- you know, there are some stuff I wouldn't tell him <XDD;;

25: what's the weirdest place you've ever broken into?

Mhm... I can't remember now? I can turn normal places in weird ones -sparkles-

26: what are the shoes you've had for forever and wear with every single outfit?

;v;" None... all my shoes are less than a year now...

27: what's your favorite bubblegum flavor?

MINTH! And tropical fruits =///u///=

28: sunrise or sunset?

Sunset! The sky-- burns then

29: what's something really cute that one of your friends does and is totally endearing?

Always, when we sea each other, doesn't really matter how a shitty day we had, I can't stop but smile when I see Maria! And she always starts to smile and laugh too, although she almost always asks what is that fun. I just find it too cute! How we are always happy to see each other, I miss so much her...

30: think of it: have you ever been truly scared?

Yeah... five years ago I was pretty sure that I was dying, and I was about two or three days being not able to sleep or eat. Just-- for that thought. If I ete something, I would throw up.

31: what is your opinion of socks? do you like wearing weird socks? do you sleep with socks? do you confine yourself to white sock hell?

really, just talk about socks.

I LOVE socks!!! They rock /SNORTS. I mostly have boring socks now, I really should start buying weird ones- I will!

About if I sleep with them-- I do, where I live nights are cold (even in summer!) so, yeah.

32: tell us a story of something that happened to you after 3AM when you were with friends.

Once... When I was in a friend's house we TOUGHT we saw a weird/ghostly shadow????? It was just so

NOPENOPENOPEBOPENOPENOPE

33: what's your fave pastry?

Mhhm~ Tiramisu?

34: tell us about the stuffed animal you kept as a kid. what is it called? what does it look like? do you still keep it?

U-umh... Her name is Luna and she is a dalmatian dog... She's been with me since I was six? I love her... I used to be super scared of dark and nightmares until I got her

35: do you like stationary and pretty pens and so on? do you use them often?

I love them! I have some brown pens and I use them way too much. The type that use BROWN to write test and such- In my schools I am known for 'that one who uses the brown pen'

36: which band's sound would fit your mood right now?

I've been the past hour listening to Gregory and the Hawk

37: do you like keeping your room messy or clean?

Clean! But it gets messy too easily

38: tell us about your pet peeves!

I can't stand when people don't look at me in the eyes!

39: what color do you wear the most?

Oh... Black! It isn't a color per se... Then, blues!

40: think of a piece of jewelry you own: what's it's story? does it have any meaning to you?

A star of some gem I don't remember now. Paula gave it to me last summer! It's one of my treasures -nods-

41: what's the last book you remember really, really loving?

MHHMM... If you ignore the relationship of... two characters, Interview with the vampire is pretty nice. It makes you think!

42: do you have a favorite coffee shop? describe it!

OH!! It's called Señor León (Sir Lion)!! They are super nice and cheap and give so many free food I love them!!!

43: who was the last person you gazed at the stars with?

I can't remember--

44: when was the last time you remember feeling completely serene and at peace with everything?

Mhmm... The last time my brother and I went to a Burger King after having a shopping day. I just felt so calm and comfy... Like everything in life was good

45: do you trust your instincts a lot?

I do!

46: tell us the worst pun you can think of.

P2 ! (In Spanish. I won't explain it, 'tho. Sorry /snorts)

47: what food do you think should be banned from the universe?

GUTS! Eeeew

48: what was your biggest fear as a kid? is it the same today?

It was darkness... and it really isn't anymore. In fact, I am like 0% afraid of darkness now. Isn't the light what makes us see what is hidden there?

49: do you like buying CDs and records? what was the last one you bought?

UH- Ummmmh... I don't... actually do that? Youtube is my friend -sweats-

50: what's an odd thing you collect?

Cans? I like pretty cans...

51: think of a person. what song do you associate with them?

My friends Lorena! With this https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=blQA4W8B0OI

52: what are your favorite memes of the year so far?

Oh my god, so many-- The one of the stars, probably

53: have you ever watched the rocky horror picture show? heathers?

beetlejuice? pulp fiction? what do you think of them?

Heathers! With Sari and Juan, some months ago. And Beetlejuice when I was a kid, so I don't really remember much of it.

I really liked Heathers! The irony and sarcasm is on point

54: who's the last person you saw with a true look of sadness on their face?

MMMMMMMMH... my mom?

55: what's the most dramatic thing you've ever done to prove a point?

Oh my god I have no idea, I am super extra for the lols all the time

56: what are some things you find endearing in people?

When they smile, calmy, so tenderly, at something they enjoy/love when they think that nobody is seeing them...

57: go listen to bohemian rhapsody. how did it make you feel? did you dramatically reenact the lyrics?

Dude I always have that song in my soul, I don't ever NEED to listen to it- I love it, so much, it makes my heart aches, even

58: who's the wine mom and who's the vodka aunt in your group of friends? Why?

The vodka aunt is Tamy! The wine mom probably is Lorena. I am the hen mom who tries to feed and take care of everyone /ohboi

59: what's your favorite myth?

A Galician one... The one of the crossed paths. It says... That if you pass over a path that intersects with each other after midnight, you may see somebody sweeping the exactly spot in wich both paths are connected. And that somebody would be-- a witch that you better ignore and don't look into her eyes

60: do you like poetry? what are some of your faves?

I love Machado and Ruben Dario! La princesa está triste being one of my faves

61: what's the stupidest gift you've ever given? the stupidest one you've ever received?

The one i've given-- A freaking joice! All neatly wrapped and all. The stupidest I've recieved... a toilet brush holder shaped as an owl!! I like to make gifs as joke, and my family/friends like to make them to me too because they know how silly am I

62: do you drink juice in the morning? which kind?

Sometimes! Usually of orange, but I like the one of pineapple too!!

63: are you fussy about your books and music? do you keep them meticulously organized or kinda leave them be?

I keep them organized by shapes!!! My babies

64: what color is the sky where you are right now?

Dark! It's late here

65: is there anyone you haven't seen in a long time who you'd love to hang out with?

So.. many people? My friends life far away now...

66: what would your ideal flower crown look like?

Roses and mimosa flowers!

67: how do gloomy days where the sky is dark and the world is misty make you feel?

Well, here it usually is like that, so it makes me feel just... normal?

68: what's winter like where you live?

Super cold!

69: what are your favorite board games?

MONOPOLY! I am such a nerd of Monopoly, all my friends are tired of my shit with that game. I also like Cards againt humanity pretty much

70: have you ever used a ouija board?

Nop. And never will. There are some stuff we gotta leave alone, you know.

71: what's your favorite kind of tea?

Black! With milk

72: are you a person who needs to note everything down or else you'll forget it?

...Yes. Pretty much

73: what are some of your worst habits?

Mhmmm... Talking too loud, probably. I am kinda, aaah... escandalous?

74: describe a good friend of yours without using their name or gendered pronouns.

A nerd of blue eyes with a dreamy smile who makes everything they touch super cute. Their aesthetic? Red roses, vintage stuff and plushies. Gives the best hugs ever and never ever ever even in thousand years I would hurt them. (I am full of love for all my friends! But I hang out with them some days ago and I am still super glad they exist)

75: tell us about your pets!

Her name is Tana and she is a BITH

76: is there anything you should be doing right now but aren't?

Probably drawing... or sleeping. My back is killing me

77: pink or yellow lemonade?

MANGO lemonade!

78: are you in the minion hateclub or fanclub?

Hate them- Although some of their mercha is pretty cute

79: what's one of the cutest things someone has ever done for you?

Mhmhmhmmmmmm... so many stuff--? I am so grateful everytime somebody makes anything to me. But a thing I find it super cute is when my friends lend me their own clothes when it's cold and I am an stoopid who brought a summer thing... ///

80: what color are your bedroom walls? did you choose that color? if so, why?

White! They are pretty boring -v- I didn't choose it

81: describe one of your friend's eyes using the most abstract imagery you can think of.

Like open, clean skies, with long, pale eyelashes. Golden petals in the irises... (It's a different blue of the other person I was talking to!!)

82: are/were you good in school?

People tend to think that I am super nerd, but I am just okay, tbh

83: what's some of your favorite album art?

I don't really know I don't owe any...

84: are you planning on getting tattoos? which ones?

Oh! Yes, maybe! Wings in my back, something in my wrist. I am still not sure what. I used to want the dark mark but gods, I fell out of love with HP last year =v="

85: do you read comics? what are your faves?

YES! I really enjoy reading shojo 9//9

86: do you like concept albums? which ones?

Oh! Yes. The ones about weird photographies are usually my faves

87: what are some movies you think everyone should watch at least once in their lives?

Megamind, Ever after and Amelie

88: are there any artistic movements you particularly enjoy?

Oh! Reneassance and Dada, probably. I like pretty much impressionism too

89: are you close to your parents?

Eh! Only to my mom. Although she sometimes it a little too... much, being honest.

90: talk about your one of you favorite cities.

Madrid? Probably. Even if it smells like piss

91: where do you plan on traveling this year?

I am not planning to travel anywhere- Maybe to Santiago in my brother and me's birthdays, just to chill

92: are you a person who drowns their pasta in cheese or a person who barely sprinkles a pinch?

I love cheese, but I usually only use a tiny bit of it on my pasta

93: what's the hairstyle you wear the most?

I only let my hair down, I am a simple Lani

94: who was the last person you know to have a birthday?

Certain Rene! > v >

95: what are your plans for this weekend?

MMMMMMMh... Going out with some friends! I don't know where, 'tho

96: do you install your computer updates really quickly or do you procrastinate on them a lot?

I install them p fast! I try to take good care of my bab

97: myer briggs type, zodiac sign, and hogwarts house?

INFP | Virgo | Slytherin (I am all the good stuff!!)

98: when's the last time you went hiking? did you enjoy it?

HMMM... I live in a place we have nature everywhere, so explain which exactly means ‘hiking’, because so many times I end up in a place that looks like a mountain (oh!)

99: list some songs that resonate to your soul whenever you hear them.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HfUKpLGgts4 <- "If you'll be my star, I'll be your sky. You can hide underneath me and come out at night. When I turn jet black and you show off your light I live to let you shine " one of my very favourites ever. I feel like it did sum up my feeling many times

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klHpznbGeYc <- "Try not to mistake what you have with what you hate " Love that one..

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tlAiq0_BXac <- "Hey, would it be so bad if I stayed? I'm just a ghost out of his grave. I won't put white into your hair... I won't make noises in your stairs. I will be kind and I'll be sweet if you stop staring straight through me " I can't explain how much this one means to me... I even have a comic planned because of it

100: if you were presented with two buttons, one that allows you to go 5 years into the past, the other 5 years into the future, which one would you press? Why?

To the past. I will fix so many stuff now that I know better.

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Hundred Miles V imagine

Based on the Song: Yall ft. Gabriela Richardson “Hundred Mile”

Okay so you remember that Pepsi commercial? It has this song in it and it’s the one where the boy and girl are dancing on an elephant that lights up. That’s what this imagine is kinda like, except “You and V are more than a hundred mile” lol enjoy.

The music was blaring from all around and the scene couldn’t be more colorful. There people were getting out of there cars in all kinds of indie hippie attire and tents were set up as far as the eye can see. The sky had a bluish-green pink and orange tint to it as you snapped another gorgeous picture with your camera.

“OMG Y/N THIS IS INSANE!”, your friend Sooyun exclaimed spilling all the contents in her cup.

You laughed as you threw the cup away nothing to stir clear of her while holding your camera. She’s always came from South Korea every summer to visit you, and the two of you would go to Indie festivals together. Since she loved the first one you took her to the first time she came, it became a tradition for the two of you.

“Y/N-ah you will not believe who I just saw.”, she said slurring her words.

“Really? Who?”, you asked snapping another picture of the stage.

She laughed and cupped her hands as if she still had a cup in her hand and pretended to still drink it.

“I just saw-”, she stopped suddenly.

“What is it?”

“Where the hell is my soju?”, she asked dazedly.

“Sooyun what the hell is wrong with you? You’ve had way too much already. I dumped it out cause you were spilling it all over the place.”

Her expression suddenly changed from confusion once you explained, then smiling.

“Who did you see?”, you asked catching her from falling on the grass once again.

“You really wanna know?”, she asked slyly giggling and slumping over your shoulder.

“JUST TELL ME!”

“Okay…come closer…”, she whispered moving some hair away from your ear.

You were speechless as you covered your mouth and hopped away from her. You had forgotten that you were the one holding her up, as she fell face first into the grass.

“Y/N-ah! You just made me fall on my ass!”, she yelled before deciding to lay back down flat on the ground.

Was she telling the truth? Did she really spot a member of Bangtan here at this festival? It could have just been someone that looked similar to one of them. It also could have been all the alcohol she must have consumed talking. But what were they doing here? You didn’t remember hearing any news that BTS would be here, but you knew that if there was one, there had to have been more where that came from.

“Sooyun if this is a joke, it’s really expensive. Are you sure?”, you asked lowly still dazed by the fact that a member of BTS was lurking around.

You got no answer as the already wasted Sooyun was already sound asleep in the grass. There weren’t many people around since it was such a big pasture, but the stage and the tents were nearby but far as the eye could see. But you couldn’t wait, you needed to find them and see if you can at least get a picture.

“Okay, okay Sooyun listen me. You will be okay while I go find out if they’re really here won’t you?”, You asked lifting her arms up anxiously to see her face.

“Okay while you do what?”, she asked crawling away from you still refusing to stand on her own two feet.

“You said you saw a member of BT-”,you began before spotting and hearing a guy dressed like Prince speaking fluent Korean. You tell if he was Korean or not, but he must know people that also speak Korean. You had seen him talking to the DJ earlier and concurred that they must have been friends by the way they shared laughter.

“You’re gonna just leave me here-”

“Hey uhh…I don’t mean to disturb you but…I was wondering if we could get another drink together. I saw you over there at the refreshment tent but when I turned around you were gone. My name’s Michael btw.”

He was tall defined muscular guy with a tie dye shirt and a bright pink snapback. Both Sooyun and Michael beamed at each other, sharing a childish grin. And you knew they had only thing in common at this point: they were both drunk.

“You don’t mind if I steal her do you? Promise I’ll bring here back.”, you slapped on a smile at his Korean only because you only knew so much.

“Anni.”, you answered still smiling, but unsure if he would really bring her back. After all he was drunk.

The Bohemian look was taking over as a guy whistled at you. Others were complimenting your purple braids, tie dye skirt, and 80’s fringed shirt. You walked passed the many different tents of face painting, henna tattoos, a tent for tie dye shirts and hippie wear, and indie records. You made sure to get a photo of everything as looked to the giant elephant in middle of the field to see one of the DJs working to fixing one of the lights inside. A few people already gathering up there as the sunset’s light hit directly I the faces turning them into black shadows.

“Alright, alright, alright the concert is gonna start in 15!”, the DJ blared through the speakers on stage.

You put a hand on your forehead feeling stupid that you were actually looking for BTS. It was possible that maybe Sooyun had been lying and all the alcohol was talking for her. Why would they even be at an indie festival anyway when they have far more to do in Korea as it is since topping the charts. But still something inside you wanted to keep looking, remembering that Sooyun was always shy, but when she was drunk she became bolder. Maybe there is some truth what she saw.

People began picking up their blankets they laid on the ground and some were beginning to crowd around towards the stage with some of the other DJ’s setting things up. You decided to get a henna tattoo and a henna charm in the middle of your forehead. You had brought some new clothes changing into it immediately and putting the others in your car. You shut the door and sighed staring at the large crowd of people with their hands up and squinted to see who ever it was jumping around on stage. It seemed like a really dope performance as you stuck your hands in your pocket and up the hill to get back to the festival.

“Y/N! Y/N! YOU’VE GOTTA COME QUICK! SOME GUY THAT SOOYUN WAS TALKING TO GOT US A SOMEWHAT CLOSE TO THE STAGE AND I LOVE GABRIELA RICHARDSON & YALL!”, Yuri frightened you.

She out of nowhere and she jumped out in front of you. You barely understood a word she said being that she took no breaths in between like a normal person. But then again you’d be the same way if Bangtan really were here.

“Well she also said a member of BTS was here, and I haven’t seen a single member.”, you said idly.

She looked confused as you returned the look right back at her. She looked like she was going to say something but then closed her lips again.

“What?”

“I just saw Taehyung though.”, she said looking back at the bioluminescent elephant that was now glowing blue.

Your eyes widened as she stepped back putting her hands out at you. “What?! You saw him? Where?”, you demanded.

She grabbed your hand cautiously. “Well if you’d stop asking questions and come on so we don’t miss YALL and Gabriela’s performance, I can show you.’’

The crowd grew larger and louder as you automatically got tense at how live it was.

"Cause they’re on next!”

You were shoved all the way to the front of the black metal bars where the line started, meeting Sooyun and her new friend Michael.

You looked back noticing just how far the line went and extended your head towards the stage. “Hey thanks Michael!”, Yuri grinning putting your hand in a death grip once again and pulling you to the close end of the stage. One of the bouncers lead you and the rest all way there leaving the other bouncer with the rest of the people in line.

A few people took to the stage as the cheers died down realizing that the guys on stage were only preparing for the next performance. Some of the technical guys you saw on top of the elephant were walking passed you and the crowd, when you spotted him. He was dressed like Prince hiding his eyes with walrus glasses but you knew it was him. He moved through the crowd that the other bouncer let through, and now the two of you weren’t too far from each other. You felt Sooyun, Michael, Yuri, and Jioon hopping up and down around you like maniacs as the lighting prepared for YALL to come on stage.

“Come here and visit my world!”

Yuri shook you in zeal as your eyes remained on V. Through the hands in the air he finally spotted and smiled winking. Your cheeks flushed red as you smiled and looked back to the band preparing on stage. He flicked his nose with his thumb suddenly making his way out of the crowd. You feared that he figured out that you recognized him and that you were a fan. You really hoped that he didn’t think you were a sasang or something. You felt as if a rock immediately dropped in your stomach as you stared at the floor. If you were to look for him now, the crowd is just too large and there is no way you’d be able to find him. Suddenly you felt a tap on your shoulder followed by someone shoving you. You turned around already prepared to punch the jerk that couldn’t control himself when he grinned at you.

“Sorry. The guy behind you was in my way.”,V exclaimed over the music.

“You’re-you’re-”, you babbled before he grabbed you by the hand and away from your friends.

With V leading you to Lord knows where, you suddenly found yourself in tent after tent taking all kind of silly pictures, drinking, and indie makeovers. He later removed his Prince costume and snatched your phone to take his own selfie.

“V you never told me why you’re here and…where the rest of BTS is.”, you said as the two of walked back towards the stage seeing the other group get off.

“Well we’re suppose to be on vacation right now and the guys decided to stay back and chill. So I found out about this festival, flew down by myself, and here I am.”, laughed showing that cheesy smile of his.

“So you remembered me?”, you asked thinking back to the BTS concert you attended back in Korea.

He put a finger on his chin as if he was thinking and laughed again.

“Of course I did! You were the fan who herself tangled up in the rope when it was your turn for the meet and greet.”, the two you laughed at the thought.

You slapped yourself playfully on your forehead yet embarrassed recollecting tripping and falling in front of Bangtan and having V pick you up from the floor. The moment he helped dust you off and were face to face, you never imagined that you would get this close to someone you love. It had you completely in a daze.

“(Where you live) sure does have the best festivals.”,he said looking out to Gabriela and YALL on stage.

You shot up at him recalling you telling him that at the meet and greet.

“Wait! I remember telling you that when I met you. You remembered that?” you asked looking into those same eyes at the meet and greet that you melted under, when it hit you.

He purposely showed up because you told him where you lives and that you liked indie festivals. He must have found out about the festival here and flew down here to find you. Or could it be the weird alien side that just does spontaneous things? The light from the elephant shown down on the side of his face as he blocked it.

“You don’t know this but, I remember every single word you ever said to me that day. And I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”, he replied over all the music and screams.

He took your hands in his as he intertwined his fingers into yours.

‘’I don’t know why but...I feel like a magnet around you. I flew out here because I wanted to be around you again.’’

Your cheeks were flushed with red and luckily the lights turned red with perfect timing. You looked down with his eyes following yours, leaving no choice but to look at him again.

“I know I’m always playing around and being silly but I’ve never felt so serious about a girl before. And when I saw you and then you left. I couldn’t even concentrate on the other fans.”, he confessed, shy at his own self.

You never believe a guy, especially Taehyung, who sees millions of fans each day could be so timid.

“I here because of you…”, he said.

You were about to respond when you heard a familiar time from the stage and the crowd.

“Come here and visit my world.”

You knew that this was one of Yuri’s favorite songs and the crowd was about to get even crazier. You looked at Taehyung and he seemed like he knew too as he placed something around your neck, and grabbed your hand again leading you through the crowd. Surprisingly they gave way when Yuri, Sooyun, and Jioon spotted you. Yuri pointed at your neck giving you a thumbs up and telling like a mad woman. You looked down noticing that you had a backstage pass that he must have paid for as he smiled at you. The two of you were close then ever, dancing in front of the elephant melodically. You felt like you were on cloud nine as he pulled you into his embrace.

“Don’t get lost cause I’m waiting, summer feelings awaitin’ boy!”

He spun you around to face him when he suddenly got serious.

“Y/N I want to continue getting to know you because I think I’m in love with you.”, he managed to say over the music.

It seemed too surreal to you as you hung into his words, still wondering if he was being the alien V, or a serious V.

“You and me is more than a hundred miles.”

“But Taehyung as much as I would like that...’’

He frowned.

‘’You live so far away from me-”, before you could finish, he snatched your hand and lead you into a small hole with a ladder going up into it.

You followed up into the opening when he helped you up unto a platform. You noticed the DJ’s crew and his little set-up you saw on top of the elephant, along with some other people dancing around the both of you. You looked out down below seeing the sea of people, but no sign of the elephant. That’s when you realized that you and V were actually inside the elephant. V took you by your shoulders and stared into your eyes, occasionally looking at your lips.

“No matter how far I am. You and me is more than a hundred miles.”, he mouthed pressing his lips onto yours.

He smiled through the long kiss as the song carried on, you and V continued to dance under the night sky and flashing lights.

“Dance with me one more time.”

#bts v #bts scenarios #yall #gabrielarichardson #hundredmiles #bts

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