#and that it was caught early and blablabla

[louhearted]

not so ironically considering deferring my master to next year. like i really really do not want to and deep down i know i’ll regret it but also i cannot for the life of me concentrate on anything and my one prof keeps mentioning the option to defer at the end of every email and like. stop dangling it in front of my face. i can DO THIS. i can. I CAN.

[dilatorywriting]

Heroes vs. Villains : Pomefiore [Part 2]

Gender Neutral Reader x Pomefiore vs. Neige Leblanche Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: Woe to the Ramshackle Prefect, being caught up in the drama between the Disney Villains and their respective heroes. Pomefiore Version (Part 2)

ie. The scarf is an issue, because of course it's an issue. And Vil's sudden addiction to his phone is not going well for any of you.

[PART 1] [PART 2] [PART 3]

“What did you do?” Epel hissed from behind an entire department store’s worth of facial products.

“What?! I didn’t do anything!” you argued. Trying to sound stern when you were also putting a concerted effort into not moving your mouth was apparently very hard. A lip mask, Vil had called it. ‘Pretentious goop’ was a far better description. But the Pomefiore House Warden had been particularly dour lately, so you’d been letting him slather you will all kinds of atrocities in the name of keeping the peace. You’d smelled like a walking Bath & Body Works for the past week at least. And worst of all, if you ever made that comparison out loud he’d probably hemorrhage. Or something. Because each of these products was ‘special ordered’ or ‘hand crafted’ and blablabla.

“Well pardon me for not takin’ your word for it,” the purple-haired boy snapped, spiteful. “He only gets like this when someone’s hurt his stupid ego. Or worse—his feelings.”

“And why does that ‘someone’ have to be me?” you complained.

Epel shot you a look and you sighed into the misty air. The aroma diffuser gave another lackluster puff, as if in agreement.

.

.

Ever since your shopping trip, Vil had been acting… not quite right.  

Oh, he was still icy and composed. He still tutted at your untucked uniform shirts and irritably plucked stray bits of fuzz from your jacket. But it was almost like he was too much of himself. You’d liked to think that your laid back ‘you’re lovely no matter what and I live in a literal condemned building so who am I to judge anyone’ approach had softened the House Warden at one point—even if only a smidgen. A singular hair out of place was artful, not lazy. The barely-there wrinkle in his vest was not the end of civilized times, but functional fashion. But now? It was back to the strictest of regiments, the most unforgiving of rules.

Jack had told you that Vil was even waking before him now—that by the time the wolf-beastman arrived for their early morning jogs, the blonde had clearly already been up and training for hours.

And you were worried.

Sometimes Vil would look at his phone and get this twisted up, venomous, expression on his face that sent little pangs of concern eating through your gut. Sometimes Rook was there to reach forward and gently ease the device out of Vil’s death grip. Sometimes he was not, and you were far too afraid of losing your fingers to even try.

It was a vicious cycle. The phone would make Vil angry and subsequently be abandoned in the opposite corner of the room. So then Vil would bury himself in new makeups, and outfits, and skin care. He would fret over new projects, or old projects—ranting about the incompetence of whoever he would ‘never work with again, believe me.’ Sometimes he dragged you along to his Film Club (you’d watched so many classic movies with him at this point that you were actually starting to become culturally literate). And then—slowly but inevitably—his brilliant, purple, gaze would drift to the expensive rectangle sitting all alone off to the side, wherever he’d carefully and strategically placed it to be just out of reach. Gradually his fingers would start to twitch, and then his jaw. He’d drum his nails against his knee, or irritably tap the pointed heel of his shoe against the floor. And then the phone would be back in his hands and he’d be looking at something that sent him spiraling all the way back to the beginning again.

“I don’t know what to do,” you confided in Rook one afternoon. You hadn’t seen him yet, but a bush off to your left had jiggled suspiciously at one point, so you assumed that he was probably somewhere in the vicinity.

After a moment, the hunter came and perched himself at your side.

“Do you know what’s bothering him?” you asked. Rook seemed to know everything about everyone, and Vil was his muse, his Roi de Poison. He had to have noticed something by now.

The blonde nodded, the feather in his hat bobbing as he did.

“...You’re not going to tell me what it is, are you?” you huffed, not even attempting to bite back your irritation.  

Rook patted your shoulder sympathetically. “It is not my tale to tell, Mon Coeur. There are some things that I am told in confidence, and I cannot break that trust. Though I am sure he would greatly appreciate your concern.”

“Or you could just tell me,” you tried. “And then I wouldn’t have to be concerned at all.”

He tilted his hat at you, and then danced back easily when you tried to snatch it off his head.

.

.

“So, what’s the dealio,” Ace drawled, and he’d better thank his lucky stars that you didn’t startle quite as easily as you used to, because there was entire, opened, jar of Werecat urine in your hands that was just dying to wind up upended all down his white lab coat.

“What deal?” you snipped, carefully recapping the stinky ingredient and setting it off to the side. Tempting as the idea of dousing the redhead in supernatural piss was, Crewel would skin you for wasting components.  

“You spend a lot of time at Pomefiore,” Deuce added, much politer in his approach than Ace had been. “And lately their House Warden has been a bit…”

“Why has Captain Pissy-And-Perfect been so pissy?” Ace interrupted, leaning far too close over your cauldron to be any kind of safe. “Normally the only thing that twists him up that bad is Neige.”

Your mind whirled back to the incident at the mall. And as controlled as you liked to think you were about these sorts of things, your face must have done something because Ace pounced on you like Ruggie after a donut.

“What do you know?” he demanded, nearly spilling a whole bottle of Newt Eyes across the floor as he crowded into your personal space. “Tell me, tell me, tell me—"

“All I did was give Neige a scarf!” you snapped. “It’s not like it’s a big deal!”

“What scarf?” Deuce blinked back, confused.

“It was just some scarf that Vil put on me!”

The two of them made long, pointed, eye contact, and you immediately felt horribly out of the loop.

“Whelp. That tracks,” Ace sighed, just as Crewel popped up behind him to whip him across the back of his head with his pointer.

.

.

Your group of mangy idiots had gathered in the cafeteria for lunch—as was the ancient tradition of all starving students. The four of you had clustered around your usual table. Ace was busy squirting ketchup packets all over what would inevitably become Deuce’s seat when he finally got of the line. Jack was busy swishing said ketchup away with an irritated scowl. Epel sat across from you, as miserable and lemon scented as ever.

A lunch tray smacked the tabletop with an echoing bang and Deuce appeared behind it, frantically waved his cellphone in your faces.

“You guys have to watch this,” he said, deathly serious, before propping his phone up against your glass of water. It flopped forward with a resounding crack three times before he managed to get it to stay upright.

The five of you crouched around the teeny screen as the poppy chords of some Talk Show intro or other filtered through the tinny speakers.

“You know,” the interviewer beamed, all manicured sugar and over-bleached smiles. “With some of the things you’ve been posting lately, some people are saying that you’ve just got to be in love!”

The audience ooohed and aaaahed.

Neige Leblanche was sitting on the little leather sofa beside her, and he smiled in a way lit his entire face in a brilliant shade of pink. He was still wearing that goddamn purple scarf and immediately you could feel your temples pulsing with a migraine. This was going to be bad.

“Well,” he mumbled, bashful. “I can’t say you’re entirely wrong about that.”

Cue hordes of nearly rabid screaming. Ace winced and reached forward to tick down the volume.

“Why are we watching this?” Jack scowled, but he didn’t move his sharp glare from the illuminated screen.

“The Prefect gave Neige a scarf, and—”

“Shh,” Deuce hushed. “This is the bad part.”

“It’s a little bit silly,” Neige continued, glancing up at the host from beneath his dark lashes. “I don’t actually know their name. But we met a few weeks ago now and they were just—well they were amazing. They actually helped pull me out of a pretty sticky situation, and they were so composed through all of it! And then they didn’t even care about me being famous at all!” he rambled, getting brighter and brighter the longer he monologued. “They just helped me because I was a person, and, well, I think that’s very sweet.”

There was another wave of darling ‘awwws’ that could only have been scripted. Or, at least you hoped so. This level of saccharine infatuation should have been enough to turn anyone’s stomach. It had certainly twisted yours into all sorts of unpleasant knots. The secondhand embarrassment alone was on the verge of taking you out entirely.

“A little birdy’s been telling us that the scarf you’ve been modelling in all your latest Magicam posts was actually a gift from this secret lover of yours,” the interviewer whispered conspiratorially, and you wanted nothing more than to snatch that stupid purple cashmere back through the screen solely so that you could strangle her with it.

“Well, yes, actually,” Neige chirped, fingers reaching up to toy with the soft fabric.

“No it wasn’t!” you howled, indignant. “I just put it on him to distract him because I accidentally rambled to his face about how much more fuckable Vil was than him, and—”

“WHAT?!” Epel screeched. Screeched. At the top of his lungs. It felt like you could feel the glares of every single set of eyes in the cafeteria drilling into your spine. Out of the corner of your eye, you swore you saw a feather bob as it disappeared through the door, and you didn’t even want to think of the implications of that.

“No fucking way,” Ace gaped, looking for all the world like you’d just handed him a million Thaumarks, or an entire notebook’s worth of nuclear codes. Deuce and Jack both just looked like they were trying not to choke to death.

“Oh my God,” you wailed. “I did it again.”

.

.

When you next ran into the King of Poisons, you were so distracted by the impossible task of wrangling Ace into silence that you couldn’t have noticed the subtle changes in him even if you’d wanted to. The increased length in his stride, the gentler tuck of his hair, the less severe line of his shoulders—if you weren’t so caught up in trying to commit homicide, you would have been ecstatic.

Rook was chattering along at his side, his lips quirked into a merry grin. The tack-tack-tack of Vil’s crimson heels against the stone floors was familiar, confident, and loud enough to swim through your head despite Ace’s manic cackling.

“Potato.” Vil’s red lips quirked upwards into the smallest smile before twitching back down into a sneer. “And other potato. What exactly do you think you’re doing?”

Thankfully, at the end of the day, Ace was still nothing if not a no-good coward. He turned on the Pomefiore House Warden, ready to spill your deepest, darkest, secrets, and immediately withered under the third year’s spiteful glower.

“H-House Warden!” he squeaked. “I was just—Ahem. The Prefect was just—just saying that—”

“Go on,” Vil prompted, tongue dripping with all kinds of venom. “It must be riveting if it’s managed to stun you so thoroughly. Or maybe that’s just the extent of your comprehensive abilities as it is.”

Ace gulped. Audibly.

“Perhaps I should report your dallying to Riddle,” Vil continued, and that was when Ace really started to look panicked. “Remind me—your House Warden is known for his lenient stance on punishing rule breakers, is he not?”

The redhead darted off with one final squeak, practically wheeling around a corner in his haste to escape.

“Well?” Vil barked, and it took you a second to realize that he was addressing you now, and not that he was just going to continually roast Ace into an early grave. “Are you coming?”

“Where?” you asked, confused.

Vil rolled his eyes and reached out to grab your hand. “To Film Club. You promised to help pick out the new backdrop color schemes. Or is the forgetfulness of that horrible, spudling, friend of yours wearing off on you now too?”

You had promised Vil so many things in the last few weeks that you honestly probably wouldn’t even have remembered if you’d offered to sell him your soul, so looking through page after page of tone combinations that all looked absolutely identical to you but whatever was probably the best you could hope for.

More importantly, he seemed… better. Less stiff, certainly. You wondered idly what could have happened in the span of a few hours to mend his mood so thoroughly. If it had been Neige related all along, then probably some slight against the dude, right? Maybe something had popped up online? Industry drama, or whatever. Or maybe—

‘Because I accidentally rambled to his face about how much more fuckable Vil was than him, and—'

You froze, like a deer about to mowed down by a semi. Vil’s grip on your hand was the only thing that kept you from immediately faceplanting into the ground.

But, no. No one aside from your immediate entourage could have heard you say that! It wasn’t possible! It—It wasn’t—

Amidst your sudden wave of mortification, you caught Rook’s mischievous green, gaze, with your own. The feather on his hat bobbed playfully, mockingly, and he winked.

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[dreaming-about-fanfictions]

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Smut Headcannon (18+): Oliver Wood

He likes to fuck you in the quidditch locker rooms. And I know this seems obvious because he likes quidditch so much blablabla but hear me out: he likes to have his way with you in the locker rooms while there's a game going on between the other houses. the excitement of almost getting caught when the game ends early gives him a rush. he likes to bend you over a bench and fuck you from behind, drawing moans from you with each thrust that mix with the music and cheering from outside. he loves how wet and tight you are around his cock and when his fingers flick over your clit and he finally pushes you over the edge, your scream makes him tremble and spill himself inside of you. afterwards, when the time allows and he doesn't has to hurry you outside because the players return from their game, he makes extra sure to take his time with you in the showers - and most times "cleaning you off" turns into fucking you against the wall again while the hot water runs over your bodies, and driving you to your second (or third) orgasm.

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as dreamers do ||| n.jm

pairing: na jaemin x reader genre: fluff words: 2.2k a/n: hello!!! this is my first piece of writing in a very long time, so apologies if its all over the place/makes no sense!!! obviously this is all a work of fiction, disclaimer, blablabla, idk what i’m doing i just wanted to write drabbles about nct lmao, so with that being said!!!! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

“Do you trust me?”

You roll your eyes in the direction of your coworker, Jaemin, who was sitting across from you in the fluorescent lit break room located just behind Splash Mountain’s gift shop and exit. The two of you were part of the massive workforce of college aged youth that Disney recruited every year to staff their theme parks and resorts. While you weren’t initially thrilled with your role as a custodian, you learned to appreciate its quirks - and that included the unique cast of characters otherwise known as your coworkers. From the full-timers that did their best to ignore your presence, knowing another semester would just bring a fresh wave of new faces, to your fellow program cohorts - Jaemin being one of them.

Assuming he was just quoting Aladdin at you, you offer no response to Jaemin’s initial query and continue scrolling through your phone, shoveling the few remaining cheese crackers from the nearby vending machine down your throat, intending on savoring the remaining minutes of your last break for the evening.

Your thoughts wandered back to your fellow cast members. There was Daehwi, sheltered and away from home for the first time, affectionately nicknamed ‘baby’ by everyone he befriended. Wendy, with her melodic voice and cheerful disposition, eager to break into song at a moments notice. Lucas, who might’ve come to Florida to party first, but worked equally hard. Hani, who arrived a few weeks after you, always the first to come help when you radio that your restroom has overflowed, again. Even Jinho, who had initially fooled you with his youthful looks before revealing this was his third time through the program, had somehow wormed his way into your heart. But nobody had been as captivating as Jaemin. When you first met him in passing in the cramped break room, you were convinced casting had made a mistake, that he was lost on his way to costuming for entertainment. He certainly looked like a prince - perfectly straight teeth, boyishly handsome good looks. A few days later he was assigned to clean the same bathrooms as you - “bathroom buddies” as everyone affectionately would call the practice. There, in the shared stockrooms, you learned who Jaemin was beyond his beautiful face - how his friends back home called him Nana, that he was studying photography in college, that he was an only child, a helluva flirt. Even your music tastes were similar, a fact you discovered on one of the many cramped, late night bus rides back to program housing where the two of you stood packed shoulder to shoulder, like sardines in a can. Jaemin interacted with guests both young and young at heart with an effortless charm and grace. Your managers loved him immediately, and before you knew it, you found yourself incredibly enamored with him too.

It wasn’t until his hand suddenly broke through your field of vision, blocking sight of your phone, that you realized Jaemin had stood up and was now standing directly in front of you. His head covered the harshest of the overhead lights, casting a soft halo glow around his black, messy hair and broad shoulders. He smiles down at you, innocently, and you feel your heartbeat accelerate when your eyes meet his own.

“Do you trust me?” he asks, again. This time, without thought, you place your hand firmly in his.

******

Jaemin leads you out of the blinding light of the break room silently, into the dark of the early winter evening. Eyes still adjusting, you follow behind him, thankful that your corner of the park was mostly deserted - Splash Mountain still closed for the season, only a few stragglers were coming and going to use the restroom in the area. You vaguely remember that Jaemin had been assigned a nearby zone to clean that evening - which was it again…?

He leads you up a flight up stairs, then, and that’s when it hits you. Train Zone. The Frontierland Railroad Station. It was an easy zone to clean, as the railroad shut down early each night before the fireworks display. Gathering the trash in an empty zone like this was a godsend, especially when compared to the other ride queues you had to clean, oftentimes fighting constant guest traffic like a fish swimming upstream.

Lost in your thoughts, you follow behind Jaemin as he completes his task diligently, making sure each trash can within the train station is empty and re-bagged for the next morning. It had been a few days since the two of you had worked in neighboring areas, and you often found yourself tongue tied when around him. The background music loop of Frontierland was noticeably absent, the speakers within the station shut off for the night. This led to Jaemin singing nonsense songs while tying up trash bags and wiping down surfaces, dancing lightly on his feet.

Turkey leg-g-g

At the train

D-d-d-driving me insane~

All you could do was laugh at his antics, and before you knew it, the nearby banana boat parked at the exit ramp was full of trash bags. Satisfied with the results of your hard work, you were about to begin the walk to backstage, where the dumpsters were located, when Jaemin turned about face, walking instead towards the train station.

“What are you doing?!” you hiss, not wanting to shout but needing to stress your confusion at his actions. Jaemin stops at the gate, unlatches it, before turning around, beckoning you over with a smile.

“I asked you if you trusted me, didn’t I?” his voice low in your ear upon your arrival at his side, banana boat now parked safely out of any guest traffic. Jaemin unlocks the gate for you, both of you falling silent on your walk back up into the depths of the train station - no more cute, silly songs spilling from his lips.

“Are you sure we aren’t going to get caught?” your voice carries louder than intended across the empty room as you go through the turnstile, and you wince.

Jaemin’s boisterous laugh took you by surprise, followed a moment later by his hand ruffling the top of your head, messing up your hair. As if to say, foolish.

“Getting the trash from up here is technically our responsibility. So what if it took us a little long?”

He was right - the best part of your job was the agency it provided. Sure, you were cleaning up garbage and bathrooms and vomit, but you could walk around freely. Explore hidden corners and crevices of the park. You knew all too well the allures of the shared hallway between the Frontierland restrooms, the stock closet next to the Veranda breezeway, the dumpster behind the Haunted Mansion - places the rest of your desperately horny coworkers had used to hook up in weeks prior. As you follow Jaemin around a corner towards the front of the station, through an open passageway, you wonder if that’s what he has in mind. That is, until you see the view in front of you.

Jaemin had led you to a small balcony that overlooked the whole expanse of Frontierland. From above you could spot guests walking about the park to and fro, the Rivers of America flowing gently behind them in the distance. Bits and pieces of Cinderella’s Castle were visible through the tree line, shining bright in multicolor as the nightly projection show proceeded to play.

“Jaem, it’s….”

“Nice, isn’t it?” He finishes your thought for you, his hand brushing over the staged decorations of fake barrels and crates against the wall of the balcony that seemed perfect to sit upon. Moments later, Jaemin plops down with a satisfied smile on his face and pats the space beside him, silently asking you to join him.

“Nice is an understatement” you offer in reply. A small laugh leaves his lips, a breeze rolls through. For just a moment, it is quiet and still.

“I’ve been wanting to show you this place for a while, but the stars just never aligned right until tonight.”

“You mean, the computer system that automates scheduling and staffing didn’t randomly place us in neighboring areas of the park until to-” Jaemin’s stiff elbow into your side lets you know to drop the wit. That you could do, but a question lingered in your mind, still, and you did have to voice your sole concern.

“How do you not get caught up here?”

Jaemin turns around, points to the solitary light on the balcony, and it’s then that you notice the bulb is off. You might feel exposed looking down upon everyone, but quickly realize that nobody is looking up at the closed train station - let alone looking for two cast members in white uniforms in the dark, goofing off on a weeknight.

Fooling around…

You were thankful for the cover of darkness in that moment, as you felt your cheeks turn crimson at the thought. Being alone, with Jaemin, this close, in the dark...This all seemed very sudden, despite everyone knowing about your big crush on Nana - he had to know too?

“So,” Jaemin’s voice cuts through your ever-racing thoughts, and your chest goes cold. “A little birdie told me there’s something you really, really like…”

If jumping off the balcony was a safe option, in that moment, you would’ve taken it. A confirmation of your worst fears - that Jaemin was aware of your ridiculous, schoolgirl like crush on him. You are speechless, sunken, pulse racing, and terrified.

Without the usual cue of area music, caught up in the last hour, you had missed your usual clues. A loud boom caused you to jump in your seat, out of your brain, head immediately turning towards Jaemin - only to make eye contact with him, bright lights reflecting off the surface, who smiles and motions for you to turn around. Of course.

If you were known for one thing amongst your cohorts, it was that you loved fireworks. Even on the most hectic of nights you found a way to make sure you were outside during the nightly display, never taking for granted that you were being paid to watch the sky light up in time to music. You had your favorite spots to watch from, but had never once considered the train station. From the corner of Frontierland, it felt like the fireworks were almost on top of you - cascading down upon Big Thunder Mountain Railroad, the expanse of empty night sky providing the perfect canvas. As the speakers above you were silent, there was no accompanying soundtrack, but it didn’t matter - you knew the whole show by heart. You were unaware of how long your mouth had been hanging open in blissful, childlike wonder, only noticing when Jaemin gently pressed his finger up against your chin, closing the space between your upper and lower lip through simple momentum. Moments later, his hand brushed over yours, testing the waters, and finding no complaint, interlocked his fingers with yours, and gravity pulls your head to his shoulder. A soft, steady hum leaves his lips, as you settle into this newfound bliss.

The rest of the fireworks show plays out in front of the two of you - two white ghosts in a dark shadow, illuminated by glowing streaks and bursts of color from the night sky. You’re working at the most magical place on earth, sure, but this felt like the most magical moment of your life.

Before you know it, the sky calms again, signaling the end of the show. You remain frozen for a moment, not wanting to leave. When you finally stand back up, awkwardly untangling yourself from Jaemin’s frame in a rushed manner, you can almost feel yourself floating back down to the ground, back to reality. Jaemin, your co-worker, Jaemin the flirt. He brought you up here just to watch the fireworks after all. Had you been a bit more outgoing, a bit less awkward, maybe...

Taking a few steps towards the entryway, a sudden hand on your wrist pulls you against the wall - thankfully, out of sight of any guests, but now engulfing your entire body in shadow. And it’s here in the darkness that Jaemin’s hand releases itself from your wrist, finds its way up to your cheek. Here, he leans in and kisses you - pressing his chapped lips against yours gently, but with enough intent and purpose that you swear you were seeing stars after a few moments. It doesn’t last long, as all fairytales would tell you. When you part, Jaemin rests his forehead against yours, both slightly damp from the Florida humidity, and you can feel him smile against you, somehow breathless, letting out a low chuckle, before asking,

“Did you think I was talking about the fireworks?”

[definegodliness]

“I read the books, Starting with the translator’s notes Defending their own interpretation, Or the editor, explaining choices made For this brand new edition, better fitting A modern audience.“

- Excerpt from “Immemorable”

This needs some further explanation. Well... I need to give this some further explanation because I’m in the mood for some bitchin’:

The first part’s about when I read Nietzsche’s Thus Spoke Zarathustra, or, at least, tried to read it. I didn’t get past the translator’s notes. They were so biased, self-centered, and opinionated; so slathered with self-assertion considering their own personal philosophical views, I was left with zero faith I’d be reading anything remotely close to what Nietzsche intended. I’m not kidding, I had already read a pocket romance novel worth of writing before even starting Nietzsche. Most commonly words used were ‘me’ and ‘I’. 

It was infuriating.

JUST LET THE MAN TALK, ASSHOLE.

For that reason, the book is on the shelf, gathering dust. However, recently, I’ve been contemplating reading it now my initial annoyance with the translator’s intro has faded, this time I would just skip it as if it doesn’t exist, but all in all I recognize I actually need to get my hands on a way, way older edition of Thus Spoke Zarathustra. In any case, I’m still very interested in what Nietzsche’s thought-track could evoke in me, potentially.

Second part. About the editor. 

This is even worse... I bought Herman Melville’s classic Moby Dick, because I absolutely adore the 50′s movie with Gregory Peck as Ahab. Along with the gnarly version of the whale in Pinocchio, and the tale of Jonas swallowed by, what I guess was its ancestral predecessor, the Leviathan, and even cause of Tom & Jerry’s rendition Dicky Moe, it is the reason why since early childhood my favourite animal is the Sperm Whale. You might say I wanted to get to the source of things. In this case, Melville. 

It is important to me, as such.

I start reading and the editor begins to explain why he deleted parts of Melville’s writing because: “Melville takes a delight in the whale hunt that is not suitable for audiences of this time considering gore, and more specifically, gore in animal cruelty.”

MOTHERFUCKER. 

I AM THE JUDGE OF THAT.

I just bought a classic tale about whalers. Do you honestly think I’m going for Rex Hunt’s Fishing Adventures? 

Catch, admire, and then release with a kiss?

He even started defending Melville for being a product of his time and blablabla, yaddayadda. Get out of your own ass, son. 

LET ME READ THE EVIL. 

Take me to that time. Let me be hurt. I love animals. This specific animal is my favourite. Let me hate Ahab and his entire whaling crew for cruelly torturing my favourite animal while reeling them in. Fuck, how hard is it to understand that these acts are a key part within the entire narrative? All but one die. It’s not without reason. As a matter of fact, not(!) including man’s limitless cruelty; man’s joy, therein; man’s blatant disregard for all nature and sentient creation in his aspiring the circle of life’s total domination, in a story of a captain deliriously caught within a vindictive quest against what he deems the incarnation of God himself is beyond ludicrous. The power of the book lies within the ambiguity between ‘man versus God’ and ‘man versus nature’.

I’m not even religious and even I get that. But then, nature or God, this simpleton plain simply deletes the reader’s emotional reasoning behind its or His retaliation. Because whaling is animal cruelty. And modern audiences are not fit to read about its reality, written down by a product of that age. It all shamelessly detracts from the painful mirror of humanity projected by the antagonist. One of the greatest antagonist ever written: 

Ahab. 

A masterpiece of a character. 

There were six lines written for the poem, and this is the anger that hid behind them. Like I said, I needed to expand on this. I am done bitchin’ now. It’s out of my system. Awful, isn’t it? Thank you for reading. 

[readerinsertfanfiction]

Storyteller

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Character: Shingen Takeda

Prompt: Early birthday gift? Though, it isn’t a birthday story. It does include a celebration? Though, honestly, it contains more world building elements and blablabla... Experimental style here, let me know how you like it! 

--- Yes, I’m writing fanfic again instead of doing actual work. We are back on that nonsense again. 

To the children of this land, I hope this story might find you well. To the adults; I hope that nostalgia shall grace you with a new point of view to the age-old tale that explains the custom we have in our humble area.

Many know of the mystic power of Kotodama; the spirit of the word, the soul of language. The sacred power tied to a true name often bestowed, but so very rarely called upon, for it is precious and not something easily summoned. It is why we take on a new name for each phase of life we enter. For our childhood names don't necessarily represent who we grow up to be, nor do the names we choose form the person we are today. It is from this same belief that one rarely calls another by their most intimate name.

The same goes for the gods, who often go by so many names that they find themselves forgotten to what their true name was. The respect and worship from those below them not allowing for their names to be uttered. It is why deities are such fickle beings, moving on from place to place, magnanimously sharing their love amongst the populace, but never knowing what it is like to stand equal and hear their names whispered by their most beloved.

It are humans that know of this love, it is the privilege of humility that brings one's precious gift as the utterance of their name. It is from these mortal beings that the gods need to learn the game.

Just like many stories go, this one as well took place long ago, when the deities could be still found amongst us easily. When they still weaved into our lives on the daily, leaving their imprints behind through miracles and blessings and cultivating their fame.

There used to be a mountain god among us, tall and handsome, with many men and women to choose from. The deity would move in with spring, bringing with him the fresh mountain flowers and air of celebration at every turn. A lovely figure he was. Charming as he was handsome and still even smarter than his looks. He taught, he cultivated the young. He drank and accompanied the old. He worked the fields and joined their meals. His wisdom was meant for all, and his attention spread even wider.

He never stayed for long, however. As soon as the cold settled in the god would move out once more. When autumn set and the last harvest was brought in the deity would vanish, leaving the season of decay free reign. He was a travelling deity, looking for places to settle down upon, his followers in tow, the grounds he left desolate, the grounds he entered thriving. But what he was travelling for the god had long forgotten. What he sought had been a memory shrivelled up like the autumn leaves that let go of their branch.

It was when the god arrived in a barren land that he found this might change. Just as usual the people celebrated his grace, worshipping his powers as they added titles to his name, erecting shrines in his honour. They even gave him a wife, as it sometimes was common amongst humans to marry a maiden to serve a god. The people flocked, the lands prospered, the country grew healthy and then the people would forget once more, indulging in their pride and their given wealth.

But as always there was one change that made this story different from all the others. Cunning as the people were from that once barren land they had found a way to tie the god down before he could even think of leaving. They had long since laid out a trap for the god to fall in by giving him a wife. A trap that would keep the deity tied to the land. For as lonely as the god was, a name was tricked from his lips with the help of bodily indulgence and a promise of company. With the strike of his name on a piece of blessed wood tied to a tree the deity was never to escape. Never did the people have to worry about winter again, for the god was chained to their lands.  

Generations pass once more, and the name of the deity that the people had trapped is lost to the tides of time. Like humans often do when their lives are absent of any hardships and tragedy they have forgotten the hand that fed them. The god is still looking for his name, hoping to free it one day from the land to which he is tied. It is why this serves as a cautionary tale, for all who hear the question to their name should make sure that it cannot be abused.

With the tale told the children gaped, a frown on their faces as one of them raised the question all asked:

“But don’t we have winters again?”

It was a sound question, honest as well as sharp and the storyteller laughed, a chuckle before the answer was given.

“It is a tale from long ago. I wonder if this means that the god found his name,” came the answer, mischief twinkling in the eyes, as if they knew more but were unwilling to say anything.

“How long ago? I would love to never experience winter again,” a farmer complained and once more the storyteller chuckled at the folly of the expression. For what was dearer than watching the four seasons melt into one other?

“Then perhaps you ought to search for the deity’s name again and renew the lease.”

With that said the storyteller got up, leaving the crowd at the foot of the temple where markets were selling signs. Blank wooden planks and holy ink, for a blessed love, to see out the true name of one beloved.

Somewhere in the crowd a man stood out. Taller than most, broad like a mountain and sturdy in build. Handsome features set in an ageless face with infinite wisdom hidden behind those warm eyes.

“Shingen?” the storyteller called, earning the attention of the man so far unnamed.

A smile crossed the fine features of the man, his hand extending to the taleteller. “Yes, dearest?” his voice came in a rumble and it was in that moment that all adoration and worship for one person could be read in his eyes along with much more.

Joining his side the storyteller took the hand of the man named Shingen, pulling him away from the crowd that was brushing past, hurrying for the celebration of their village and the good harvest they had managed.

“What are you thinking about right now?” came the question and to this Shingen smile broadened, his face lowering as he brushed his lips against the forehead of his beloved.

“You,” he murmured.

“Seriously?” Incredulous as ever this earned the man a shove to the shoulder before a hand was caught by another, firm and strong, like the forests of a mountain.

“How seriously I like you,” came the smart retort and once more a chuckle escaped his partner who allowed the man to indulge in their scent, not minding the public display of affection before they pulled away from the crowd once more, heading into the direction of the mountains nearby.

“I’m trying to ask if you regret the choice of giving me your name,” the question finally rang and Shingen stopped for a bit, a smile crossing his features that revealed as much as it hid, explaining all and saying nothing at the same time. It was the smile of a deity that knew all and didn’t mind having lost it all the same.

“Not when you say my name,” was his quip, a wink following and once more the storyteller couldn’t help but roll their eyes, knowing that the answer was all the same as it rang true. 

A pinch in the hand, and then pout from the man himself, “though, couldn’t you make it a bit more romantic?” Shingen asked, clearly not liking the version you had told just now. To this you laughed, shaking your head.

“Only when you tell it.” And the two of them exchanged a grin, a deal sealed for the following year.

[hyperionswrath--archived]

@onepartbrave​ :

Usually, a walk of shame consisted of something else entirely, yet here Squall was, taking an impressive one. After nearly losing his cool when first running into Seifer and the man had done nothing to aggravate him (really), he’d not even thanked him properly for saving his imbecilic hide after getting shot. And he’d taken a bullet for Squall, too. Frustration ran deep in Squall’s veins as the thought steamed through his head on a constant loop. Stomping along the deserted sidewalk, he took his anger out on a random can, booting it as far as he could. Which wasn’t an impressive feat, the tin landing with a few irksome clanks in the middle of the road. Feeling no better, he berated his own incompetence and childishness as he jogged out into the lane to retrieve the can. He wasn’t one to litter…

Depositing the tin in the next trash receptacle he found, Squall contemplated abandoning his post altogether and palming the mission off on someone else. Then, another schmuck could deal with Seifer run ins that wouldn’t leave them reeling all night. Sighing heavily, he tucked his hands away inside pockets to stave off the biting cold and hurried his pace along. It seemed just his luck lately, spontaneous misfortune and completely whacked out events occurring. Out of all the people he could’ve met, all the people in this damned city, it was him.

The worst part was, he wasn’t even sore at Seifer. There was no underlying resentment, no grudge to be found, no vendetta. Hell, he was privately pleased the man was doing so well for himself. So where his displeasure sourced from, he was yet to discover. He had a feeling it was all self-inflicted, though.

After taking a long walk to try and clear his head, Squall eventually returned to the hotel he was booked into to rest. A fitful night of tossing and turning left him grumpy come morning when his alarm clock blared to life, and he felt no revitalised after his morning coffee and energising breakfast. The coffee alone normally succeeded.

Thusly, he pegged the day down to be another blow out from the start. His morning, midday, afternoon and a fine stretch of the evening consisted of making amends with the local authorities (aka, the Glaives in this case) and promising he’d caught no more trouble for the duration of his stay, As a result of his poor decision making and atrocious actions the night prior, he was removed from being the lead in the case he’d been working. Normally, taking the back seat wasn’t an issue for him, but the target he’d been chasing for three fucking weeks had made it personal, so… you know, he wasn’t at all pleased. Some rookie was being flown in the next morning to “watch over” Squall and his apparent disruptive tendencies.

Whatever. One mistake and all he worked towards in the litigation was thrown out the window.

It was ticking past latish when he eventually dragged himself out of the Glaive’s office. Some character that had the gall to imply SeeD were incompetent (or maybe Squall was bitter enough that everything else seemed as such) and the encounter left a sour taste persisting on Squall’s tongue. Meandering aimlessly through the headquarters now he was officially on vacation and not a task, he considered going for a real drink somewhere. Just to take the edge off the stinging blow he’d been dealt and then tomorrow, he’d retire to his hotel room and catch up on any missed paperwork until he was allowed back on Garden premises.

Accordingly, whenever he had a plan, fate desired him on another path. When he turned the next corner which was on-route to the exit… he ran into the one and only (current) Bane of his Existence. Officially known as Seifer. Concurrent with the realisation of who and what, Squall’s face fell into an incredulous pout, astounding at his terrible luck… or stroke of fortune? Since yesterday, he’d been plagued with feelings of remorse over how he reacted to the blond’s otherwise pleasant behaviour. Really, Seifer hadn’t stepped out of line once and he’d sprinted clean over it numerous times. As backwards as it seemed, he couldn’t part with such heavy qualms weighing his shoulders down.

“Seifer,” he called out to him, insistent on getting the man’s attention whether the blond wanted it or not. Approaching without caution, he blocked any direction the other might want to take and planted himself firmly. Though stubborn defiance danced in his gaze, a vague sense of imploration resided alongside it. “…I still owe you those drinks. Show me where another bar is?”

Pleasant sting in his throat as the whiskey ran down, the tall blond released a sigh not half as content as it usually would have been, given the loot he'd acquired. What a shit day. And since his entertainment plan, namely a certain brunet, was nowhere to be seen anymore, all he could do was spit out another curse and wash it down with some more alcohol. He'd lie if he said this hadn't been just his kind of fun, but... Shit, why did Squall always have to be so hyne-bedamned dramatic?! Give him a SeeD mission for his final field exam and leave it to the guy to get chased and nearly squashed by some huge Imperial contraption on the shore when all they had to do was retreat. Rolling his eyes at the memory, he slowly fell into step, not bothering to deal with any of his comrades (and knowing full well Kerr would hand him his ass for that come tomorrow), turning back the way he had been walking when he ran into Squall.

He'd take the long way home, maybe stop by the harbor to sit there and get shitfaced in peace. There were some most discomforting thoughts rolling in his mind that needed sorting out, and for the first time in a decade, they all consisted of a brunet little shit.

One entire bottle of Galahdian Whiskey and approximately ten wrong turns to find the house his apartment was in later, all he could thank the Six for was that he'd been able to find his way at all instead of blacking out on some bench in the parks. Fumbling with his keys for the better part of twenty minutes (this damn lock kept moving around and somehow the fucking keys wouldn't fit either!), he dragged himself to his bed, crashing there without even bothering to undress, ignoring the nagging thought that he'd have to change the sheets tomorrow because he was now ruining them with blood, dirt, grime, and soot.

Needless to say, his morning didn't turn out to be much better than his night had been. Once his hand found and smashed the obtrusively noisy alarm clock, he groaned, already feeling the incessant pounding of a severe hangover drum behind his eyes. Neither shower nor breakfast was able to rid him of it and he was also shit out of luck since he had used his last remedy a couple of days ago to remove his last hangover which had been, in hindsight, not that severe.   Spending the better part of the early morning not moving about too much, cleaning his uniform to the best of his abilities, he arrived at the Kingsglaive's Headquarters just on time. As he had expected, Kerr made a point of berating him for just rushing off like that, trading some answers about what had happened (Seifer realized at this point he didn't know that much either) for a remedy that finally rid the tall blond of his thundering headache.

The next one already lurked around the corner though as during his afternoon training session none other than the captain bellowed his name all over the place, reaching him even on the high pillar he was just perching on. Seifer knew he was in deep shit, but he hadn't expected it to be that bad. Nearly two hours of shouting, arguing, the captain repeatedly slamming his fist on the table and Seifer nearly decking him later, the tall blond finally got out of the man's office, his entire body tense from suppressed anger, fists clenched and trembling as he made a point of closing the door extraordinarily gently. Nostrils flaring, eyes a dark shade of emerald, and shoulders firmly set he marched down the hallway, steering his steps to a corridor he knew to be not frequented too much so he would have his peace and quiet. Still fuming over the blatant unfairness of the whole situation, his fingers deftly opened the clasps of his uniform jacket while he walked, shrugging it off his shoulders and flinging it on the nearest bench once he arrived at his destination.

Suspension. An entire week of suspension. He was positively livid about the fact that him helping to secure the bar and probably safe a bunch of lives had that result. It was Garden all over again. Gritting his teeth, he flicked his hand and procured needle and thread from his amiger, uncaring if anyone saw him do that. Another thing he didn't care too much about - the 'don't abuse your granted powers of the king to your convenience and only ever use the amiger to store weapons and items' -blablabla. Accompanied by a heavy sigh he removed his gloves and set them aside, now fingering over the material of his coat to find the hole still remaining there. Getting shot at seemed to be of not much interest to the captain but a tarnished uniform did. Said a lot about his worth here, huh? He slowly sank down, pulling the coat into his lap and had only gotten a few stitches in, when he could hear steps approaching if his ears did not betray him.

Brow furrowed, he made a point to look as threatening as possible while not acknowledging whoever it was' presence, so when he heard Squall call out to him his head shot up so quickly he was sure he could hear a joint pop. Hyne below and the Six above, how could he run into his former rival twice in one week? On two successive days at that? Brows lifted not entirely as annoyed as he would like them to be, he cocked his head inquisitively as the brunet made a point of stepping close enough to effectively block him from moving away. That in and on itself was curious enough to blow some of his frustration to the wind as a teasing smirk pulled at the corner of his lips. Just a bit closer and Squall could just as well sit on his lap. And well, would you look at that, the SeeD really wanted to keep his word after all. He had not expected that. "Lemme just finish this," he replied instead, first nudging his chin towards the hole in his coat he was in the middle of fixing, then nodding towards the free space on the bench. He eyed the man towering over him for a moment, emerald gaze flicking to where he was wounded the night before. "How's your shoulder?"

Part of him wanted to straight-up follow old behavioral patterns and annoy the living shit out of Squall, but quite frankly the mere fact the very same had approached him on his own will, even asking him to follow up on the offer to get a drink, was enough to pique his interest and he was willing to see where this was going. At least for the time being. Deftly working the hole shut with needle and thread, he was almost done when a ripping sound came and a sharp curse followed as he successfully stabbed his finger, making him flinch back. "Fucking shit!!", he growled shaking his hand out and feeling the frustration creep back into his mind. Seifer stared at the mischievous needle reproachfully for a moment before finishing up his work, biting the thread off unceremoniously and letting both the yarn and needle disappear into the amiger again. "What are you doing here anyways?"

[h0pela]

BLOOM // Yang Jeongin

Genre: Neighbor!au  ; students!au ; highschool!au ; tutoring!au ; fluff ; friends to lovers

Summary: Where Yn and Jeongin are neighbors and they went to the same school. Yn have some difficulties in science class so she needs to have a tutor which is, Jeongin. And feelings are going to blooming.

AN: a lot of fluff, and since I don’t know the names of jeongin’s brother a put them faked name. (it’s my first long post, if you see any fault please let me know politely^^)

WC:  3,5 K

-ONE-

 You were sitting next to the window; you weren’t interested on what your teacher was saying even if he was nice, he was also strict and science classes wasn’t your kind of interest. You sighed at annoyance looking at outside to find something distracting.

 -        “YN WAKE UP” had yelled your teacher, making you wake up and making your classmates laugh.

-        “hum sorry mister” you said tiredly

-        “I’ll talk to you after classes”

 You know what is going to say all your teachers say the same thing “you should be more investigate on your works blablabla” it was normal for you. Until the end of your classes you tried to pick up all of your stuff as quickly as possible to skip the conversation with your teacher, but he caught you.

 -        “Well YN, it’s not possible anymore for you to sleep at my classes, you have the exam at the end of the years. Look I don’t want you to have bad grades and don’t have any diploma so I asked a student for tutoring you” he said while he was cleaning the board.

-        “But mister I can make it by myself, I can study at the library don’t need to have any of tutor” you said tried to convince him.

-        “YN I do it for you, plus he also need help for English subject so it could be cool for both you, don’t you think?” he answered you.

-        “Well yes, who’s the person?” you asked him

-        “It’s Yang Jeongin, I don’t know if you had ever met him.” You nodded at respond.

And yeah you know him, he’s your neighbor and also your childhood friend. You still friend with him like sometimes it was possible that you came back with him and spend some time with you. But you weren’t too close with him.

-        “Oh, then go meet him”

-        “Okay, I’ll go Mr. Choi, have a great day” you said while you were leaving the classes.

 You left the school early today so when you came at your house you weren’t surprised to see anyone there. Your mother was a nurse at the hospital of the city. So, you get used to not see her every time, and you father was never there for you. You get used to be alone in those walls.

You’re up the stairs to your room and then you go to your room. It was a whole mess and since you don’t have any homework to make, you had the idea to clean up your room. While you were cleaning your you saw through the window of the light that was shining on Jeongin's room, meaning that he had just entered. You sent him a text for telling him that you knew about the tutoring so you asked him to go out for talking about the stuff.

 He hadn’t answered you at the moment, but only ten min later he answered you to meet up outside your house. To be honest you were a kind of stressed because Jeongin and you weren’t really friend. You felt a little guilty because you know you were a burden.

You just took a little jacked and you went in front of your house waiting for him. It was only two min later that you heard the sound of a door closing. The more he walked close to you, the more you became stressed. When he was in front of you, he just smiled brightly.

-        “Hey Y/N what’s up?” he said

-        “Hi, well I’m sorry to bother you about all the studying stuff”

-        “It’s okay don’t worry.

You talked about the whole tutoring stuff. And he informed to you that he will do it free because first, you were his friend and second, if his mom would know she will probably kill him. Mrs. Yang was like another mother since she was always there for you when you mom had to leave for working. And he also said that the tutoring will start after the week-end.

 -TWO-

 Today was the day that Jeongin and you are starting the tutoring, so you spent your week-end trying to review some lessons. You, really tried because you didn’t want to feel like an idiot next him. Since you woke, you felt a little stressed, you didn’t why since it was just Jeongin.

 You hadn’t classes with Mr. Choi today, but during the lunch pause he sent you an email a list of all the things you should study with Jeongin. You though that your teacher clearly wants you to suffer. Even if he was sometimes a lot behind your back and he was very nice to you.

 At the end of the class, you sent a text at Jeongin saying that you’re going to end the classes. He only replied to you that he will join you in front of your classes.

 Your bestie Min-ha who was sitting next to you, where looking at your phone, so she saw the text you sent him. She was clearly confused because you didn’t tell her the fact that you would have to be tutored by YANG JEONGIN.

 -        “Oh my god you’re dating Yang Jeongin?!” She asked loudly.

 Everybody was looking at Min-ha and you. All you wanted was to hit the ass of your friend. Your teacher looked at both of you badly and when he finally turned his back, you hit her.

 -        “He’s just tutoring me, idiot” you said and she rolled her eyes.

-        “Well, your crush since the primary school, is going to tutoring you. Are we stuck in a webtoon like Extraordinary you or?” She replied not convinced at all.

-        “Shh okay maybe he was my crush, but it’s over now�� You reassured her.

-        “Oh really? As if I would believe you” You rolled your eyes, tired for debating.

The bell rang announcing the end of the lessons but also the tutoring with Jeongin who was waiting for you. You wait for Min-ha to pick up her stuff and you two leave the class, then you see him. He was focused on his phone, so he didn’t see you, but Min-ha coughed to resolve that problem. You give her a dead look, and he just laughed. Oh god his smile is like the sun, you gulped trying to convince yourself that he’s just a friend and nothing else.

 -        “Hey, where do you want to study?” he simply asked you.

-        “I don’t know maybe my house or yours” you replied.

-        “Then, let’s go to my house” he said happily.

Min-ha was still there and she’s enjoying this exchange, smirked at you and raising her eyebrows suggestively. Thanks to god, Jeongin hadn’t seen so you just give her a fake smile, said goodbye and you followed Jeongin.

 On the way back, you two talked about the tutoring how it would be, the planning and the organization. You were a little nervous and he could feel that so he smiled at you and tell you that you don’t have to worry.

When he opened the door, you could feel the smell of a cake cooking, and now you’re hungry and even your belly rumbled make you embarrassed. He just laughed and convince you to work with some snack.

You two worked a lot, probably three hours with one pause since his mom wanted to see you and talk to you. She was so kind, really to pure for this world.

Since he was very late you decide to come back home, sleeping. All this study stuff make you tired and you clearly need to sleep.

-THREE-

Being alone on this special day was something that Jeongin never understood. It was your birthday, should go outside and enjoy this day. And since both you started to become closer, he decided to take you out, of course in a friendly way.

You were eating the breakfast that your mother made today, and you heard the bell rang. You didn’t care how you looked so you just opened the door, and you were surprised of who was there.

-        “Jeongin what are you doing here?” you asked him surprised.

-        “I’ll take you out” he simply said.

 At his word you choked, you weren't at all prepared for that kind of response.

-        “Oh my god, I’m not ready, wait twenty minutes there and I will be ready!” you said while you were running through the stairs.

  -        “I’M READY!” you yelled make him jump surprised.

-        “Let’s go make this day more special” He said excited made you laugh.

-        “Well, where we are going?” You asked him curious.

-        “Surprise” he answered smirking.

You drove during a few times, the songs played loud you and him singing along. You watched outside to see if you could recognize something, but you can’t. Five minutes later you finally came. When you opened the door, you were in front of a big arcade. You jumped excited to go there, so you took his hands and you walked quickly.

-        “Do you like it?” he asked you.

-        “Yeah of course I like, I have always wanted to go one day at an arcade” you said, stars in your eyes.

 A few hours later, you two were walking through the arcade to see anything to do since you already do a lot of games.

 -        “Awnn Jeongin look at this kirby bear, he’s so cute” You told him

-        “Well, I can win it if you want” he answered you

-        “Such a liar” you replied playfully.

 He grabbed your hand and took you to the stand. And it was the funniest thing you have ever seen. He missed a lot of target so he had to throw some dart a lot of time to finally win the little plushie that you wanted. He seemed to be proud of him, so you gave him a little kiss on his cheek in appreciation, then he blushed very hard so you pinched his cheeks.

 You didn’t want to leave the arcade because it would mean the end of your date. You have spent an amazing day with him. On the way back you two talked a lot and sung with the song played loud in the background. A few minutes later you two finally arrived home.

 - “Thank you for this amazing date, I will never forget this day” you said shyly.

- “It’s your birthday so he’s normal to take you at” he replied sweetly

- “I promise that I will take care Innie” you told him

- “Who’s Innie?” he asked confused then you showed him the Kirby plushie and he nodded.

You kiss his cheeks again as a goodbye and you go back to your house. You directly went to your room and you put the plushie on your bed and you would clearly take care of it. He was now a precious memory.

 -FOUR-

Min-ha was talking to you about her new boyfriend when you received a new text. You checked who was, and you saw that it was Jeongin who told you that he would wait in front of your classes.

-        “I’m sure that it’s Jeongin” she said confidant.

You didn’t say anything because you know she would tease you about it. Of course, she knows that you had a “date” with him, and she was sure that it wasn’t in a friendly way.

 -        “It’s obvious that he loves you idiot” she said desperate.

-        “No, it’s just your imagination oh my god” you replied annoyed.

-        “Then why he’s always waiting for you?” she asked you.

-        “Because he’s my friend, and friend make this” you answered to her.

 She sighed and doesn’t said anything during the rest of the lessons. You know you were sometimes stubborn but you will not fall again for Jeongin so you don’t want to believe your friend.

 When the bell rang, you waited for her and you two walked out of the classes to join Jeongin. When he saw you, he directly pulled his phone on his pocked and smiled at you. Then you felt Min-ha elbowing you with her look literally saying "see I told you". You rolled your eyes and giver a kiss on her cheeks as a goodbye and you walked next to him.

 You decided to kiss his cheeks since it was a habit that you had only with him. Like always, he was flustered, you giggled finding him very cute. On the way back at home you two talked about the exams. So, he informed you that he had a program for you.

 Since the last time you two studied at his house it was now the turn of your house. Nothing really special happened, he just explained the program for the exams and some lessons of science since this subject wasn’t your cup of tea. He stayed with you about four hours with you, but he had to leave you because of his mother who needed him for something.

 When he left your house, you have decided to just chill out. You went at your room and played loud your favorites songs, you didn’t care which hours were.  You just wanted to dance and sing loudly, it was just you, you enjoying the life.

You were dancing in your pajama as if it was the last time you would dance. And of course, you forgot something, you didn’t close your store, and since your room was in front of his. He saw everything and something hit him. He knows you since always, he knows every little details of you, the worst and the best. And when he saw you dancing made him want to see every side of you and be always there for you.

He laughed, you were so cute it killed him, he grabbed his phone and texted you.

 Tired of dancing, you decide to take a rest so you grabbed you phone to watch if you had some messages. And you saw that Jeongin sent you something. “You should join the dance club” you were so embarrassed that he saw you like that. You walked closely to your window to watch if he was still there, and you were right. He was laughing, you rolled your eyes, pouting. He clearly find you cute, but he didn’t know what to do since it was the first time that he was in love with someone. You just smiled embarrassed and your greeted him before closing your stores.

  -FIVE-

The exams start in a few days. And is this why, you and Jeongin worked a lot together because he could help you and to be honest, he doesn’t like studying alone. You were with him at the library of the city, studying hard.

It’s been two weeks that you and him go every day after school at the library. You have never worked so hard in your life for grades so it was a new whole stuff. Especially that you don’t handle the stress very well, sometimes all you wanted was to give up and go back at your bed watching some Kdrama.

 Your head on the desk, you sighed desperate to understand the lesson. Jeongin raised his head from his notebook to ask you what’s going on.

-        “I can’t understand this lesson and I feel like what I’m doing is never enough” You said tears started to show up, but you handle them.

 -        “I swear that all the suffering stuff would make you stronger, and you will success these exams okay” he got up from his chair to sit next to you and give you a hug.

You felt relieved in his arm, he was like a safe place made only for you. You wish you would be able again to being in his arms because you felt protected and loved.

“Yn, you’re smart, generous and someone with a beautiful heart. It’s not some exams and lessons who can stop you.” He said while he was stroking you head and also playing with your hair.

You removed your arms to hug him too, your hands were holding his sweet. You buried your head so he wouldn't see you cry. He felt bad and sad to see you crying like this, he never saw you crying like this even when you were younger.

- “I’m sorry, I ruined your hoodie” you finally said while you rubbed your eyes.

- “Don’t worry, it can happen sometimes” he replied.

He finally explained you the lesson and after that, he decided that it was enough of study so he asked you to eat at his side. He didn’t want you to be alone today, and how could you refuse when he makes his adorable smile. Plus, you needed some recomfort and Mm. Yang made the best food ever.

 His parents and brothers were so happy to see you entered in the house. You talked a lot with his mother and you helped her to make the dinner.

It's been a long time since you have seen the whole family, and it's been nice to feel part of their family. You stayed late at their house since his little brother Jaekyun asked you to play with him. Because of him, you fell asleep on his room. So, Jaekyun called Jeongin to bring your asleep body on his room.

 The next morning when you woke, you felt bad since you saw him sleeping on the sofa of his room. You took the little cover on his chair to put it on him to make him more comfortable. You really tried to not look at his face, you were afraid of the feelings that were starting to grow.

Before leaving his room, you decide to make a little note and paste it on his face

“Sorry for being such a mess and thank you to invite me, it was very nice. I owe you a new hoodie lmao -xoxo YN”

You walked silently and closed the door, you thought you would leave the house easily without meeting anyone of his family. You were wrong, when you came down the stairs, you passed her parents quietly eating breakfast. They offered you the breakfast, but you refused since you felt a bit intrusive. So, you thanked them and left the house.

You received a few hours later a text from him saying “I will give you all the hugs that you need if he can stop your tears and sadness”. And oh god, you never were so red.

-SIX-

After all these stressful days you could finally live again. You never had worked so hard and clearly you didn’t know if all this work you have made would be successful. You wish your mother would be proud of you since or even Mr. Choi.

 One week had left since the exams and you were impatient to know your results. You were afraid to not pass the exams since that would mean that you have to repeat your year. But you were confident since you had Yang Jeongin as a teacher.

 The answer of all your questions and doubt would be uploaded today. Of course, you know that the website of the school would crash since all the students were trying to know their results. You’ve decided to go at Jeongin’s house since you didn’t want to be alone when you’re going to know your results. You texted him if you could come over and he accepted your position.

Clearly you didn’t care about how you looked to him so you just came at his house on pajama. Which mean jogging and a large tee-shirt (the one he gave you). When he opened his door, he was hit by the girlfriend material you gave him. He was trying to control his heartbeat, but then you greeted him shyly, and god do you want him to die?

 -        “Hey sorry for disturbing, but I can’t connect to the website and I thought that maybe it would be easier if we share the same computer” you said playing with your hands.

 -        “It’s okay don’t worry, follow me” he replied

 You followed him, and hell yeah you were so nervous like even your legs could shake. You liked his bedroom, it was simply, comfortable just like him. He told you to sit on his bed, and you watched him brought his computer to sit next to you

 -        “Do you know your result?” you asked him curious.

-        “No, I will discover it with you, but we now let’s start with you” he said playfully.

-        “Huh I hate you” you replied to him and he laughed so hard.

-        “I guess I gave to read yours results” he said and you nodded.

You were so anxious and even Jeongin could see that. He held your hand trying to comfort you, the only result of this was your cheeks turning red and also him, but he tried to hide it.

 -        “Are you ready?” he told you softly

-        “No, but let’s say yes” you laughed.

After a long silent, he finally said the result that your wished to have.

-        “Yn you did it great!” He said happy.

 You were probably about to cry since you never had a note as high as this. You were so excited that you hugged him tightly, you didn’t though about what you have made.

 -        “Thank you Jeongin, I think without I wouldn’t succeed these tests.” You told him happily  

 You looked like a puppy, Jeongin’s heart can’t handle your softness. When you finally looked directly at him you could see his cheeks turned red. And since you’re a brave girl who can’t think before acting, you kissed him. You could feel him being tense, so you pulled away and didn’t look him.

-        “Listen Jeongin, I can’t hide my feelings any longer, it’s been to long now. I have been in love you since a long time and I swear I tried to erase these feelings, but I can’t.” You were avoiding any eye contact with him.

You pinched your lips feeling embarrassed, you were about to leave without a word. And you felt him catching your hand to finally face you. He softly took your chin to kiss you gently.

-        “Is it a proper answer to your question?” he said with a soft smile, you nodded happily, before kissing him again.

-        “I thinks it’s more proper if I owe you date rather than a hoodie” you said make him blush.

Maybe be Mr. Choi was your angel guardian after all.

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Animal - 03

Pairing: Jungkook | Reader Genre: boxer jungkook au | smut | lots of sarcasm | bits of angst Word Count: 11.2k

Warnings: descriptions of sex, very explicit descriptions.

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Despite Evey’s calls during the weekend and texts, asking you to explain what had happened, or begging you to meet her at Pizza Planet, you ignored her and stayed locked in your apartment lying on your sofa under a thick layer of blankets.

As if that would hide you from the embarrassment you were feeling. Ha.

You didn’t want to go out in case you came across with him. It was not likely that he would casually be taking a walk around your neighborhood just when you decided to go out, but you didn’t want to risk it.

Why did you have to kiss him back? Couldn’t you just have followed plan A and slapped him before going home? Or even plan B, which didn’t include slapping, but it did have running away from him!

But those were not the questions that were keeping you awake. There was one, small question stabbing the back of your mind continuously.

What would have happened if Namjoon hadn’t entered the changing rooms and interrupted you and Jungkook?

As soon as that question appeared in your mind, you stood up from whatever surface you were lying on, and started doing things to stop you from thinking.

That’s exactly what you were doing that Wednesday evening, organizing the stockroom to kill the time while you were in your break.

You had thought that maybe re-stocking the different medical supplies would take your mind off certain topics, but all you did was adding fuel to the fire.

That room also reminded you of him, and you couldn’t help but laugh as you remembered him crouched on the floor trying to pick everything that had fallen up.

But your thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the ringtone of your phone.

You cursed under your breath, searching your phone in the pockets of your uniform. For a second you thought that maybe it was him, that he was calling you because he wanted to meet and talk about what happened… Then, you remembered you hadn’t even exchanged numbers.

“How pathetic,” you growled, accepting the call. “Yeah?” you spat.

“Uh… Hey Y/N,” a timid voice said through the speaker. “Is it a bad time to call you? I can call you later if you want.”

You frowned and took your phone away from your ear to look at the screen and see if the person that had called you was the person you thought it was.

“Jiwon?” you asked, pressing your phone back on your ear. “Jiwon! No, I’m actually during my break, so I can speak.”

“Are you sure? You sounded a bit… Busy.”

“Don’t worry, I was just organizing the stockroom,” you said, not realizing that he didn’t even know about the hospital or your practices, so he wouldn’t give a flying shit. “I’m free.”

“Okay,” he laughed.

You laughed back, cringing at your awkwardness and slapping your palm against your forehead.

“Well, I just wanted to ask you if you wanted to meet this week or something,” he said, going straight to the point.

So, apparently, he wasn’t one to beat around the bush.

There was a small voice in the back of your mind telling you that you didn’t know Jiwon, and that you didn’t know his intentions.

You bit your lower lip, debating with yourself.

Okay, you didn’t know Jiwon, but neither did you know Jungkook when you met with him. Were you really judging a person for something other person had told you about them?

“Yeah,” you ended up saying. “Sounds good.”

“Cool,” he said, and you could hear the smile on his voice.

“I don’t have practices on Friday, so we can meet then if you want to.”

“Friday? Perfect, yeah. We can go to the cinema or something.”

“Cool,” you repeated.

Gosh, that was being so awkward and uncomfortable, you didn’t know what to say!

“Let’s meet at the shopping mall at six, then.”

“Perfect.”

“See you on Friday.”

“See you,” you breathed, before hanging up and pressing your back against one of the shelves.

What did just happen, you were feeling so cringey and weird after that conversation.

You organized the rest of the stockroom with a frown on your face, discomfort still numbing your limbs.

Luckily, there was not much to do that evening and the nurses sent you home earlier.

You were replaying the conversation with Jiwon over the phone as you entered the changing rooms, the key to you locker on your hand as you kept frowning and mumbling to yourself.

“Why didn’t you tell me, bitch?” a voice said, startling you and making you scream at the top of your lungs, the scream echoing through the walls of the empty changing rooms. It was too early for the rest of the girls to be there yet.

“Evey! Fuck!” you shouted. “You scared me to death.”

There she was, your best friend still dressed in her hospital uniform, leant on one of the lockers with her arms crossed over her chest as she glared at you.

“I’m glad I did, you deserve it,” she scoffed.

You pressed your hand over your beating heart, making sure it hadn’t exploded or something.

“You owe me five years of life after this… Fuck.”

“And you owe me an explanation! How is it that my best friend made out with her number one enemy and didn’t tell me!”

“W-what?!” you gasped, your eyes widening so much they were about to fall off.

“You heard me, I know you made out with Jeon Jungkook.”

“Who the fuck told you?” you asked, unconsciously, before the answer flashed just in front of your eyes in the shape of a tall and lanky boy, ash gray hair and shocked expression. “I’m gonna kill Namjoon.”

“Uh, so you weren’t planning on telling me?!”

“Okay, let me explain myself!” you chimed in. “First of all, Jungkook is not my number one enemy, he’s not that important to me. And second of all, I wasn’t planning on telling anyone because I was trying to forget it even happened!”

Evey narrowed her eyes, as if she didn’t believe you.

“Believe me when I say this: if I could go back in time and stop myself from making out with him, I would,” you sighed, flopping down on one of the benches.

The same bench in which you stitched Jungkook’s brow.

Fuck, why did everything remind you of him?

“You sure?” Evey asked.

You hid your face behind your hands as you nodded.

“If I had made out with anyone else you would have been the first person to know, I swear,” you scoffed. “But I just didn’t want to tell anyone before I wanted to forget it had even happened, and I hoped Namjoon was too traumatized to open that big mouth of his.”

“Well, I’ve eaten out with him and Taehyung today, and he mentioned it.”

“Mentioned it,” you scoffed. “Sure.”

“Okay, maybe he described it with every detail he could remember.”

You scoffed again.

“Taehyung knew already, but because Namjoon told him,” she kept saying, sitting on the bench by your side. “Apparently Jungkook hasn’t told anyone.”

You lifted your head and looked at her.

“Don’t worry, Namjoon will do his job.”

Evey laughed at the desperate expression on your face.

“Aw, don’t get mad, a small gossip never hurt anyone.”

“A small gossip maybe, but this is a big one!”

Evey muffled her laughs with the palm of her hand.

“It sure is a big one,” are the words you understood as she kept her hand over her mouth.

“You’re not helping me!”

Evey laughed, seeing your distressed expression, and turned around to face you. You leant backwards until your back was resting against the cold surface of the locker.

“Okay, okay,” she said, cowering under your glare. “Sorry. But, as your best friend, you owe me an explanation.”

She then raised her brows and waited for you to speak.

You were one of those people that, if something cool happened to them, immediately needed to speak about it with one of your friends or your mother. For example, when you were in fifth grade and a love note appeared in your locker, you ran towards the courtyard where your friends were without even closing your locker and showed them. Later, you found out the boy who had gotten the note inside your locker had mistaken it with his girlfriend’s.

The thing is, that you always told Evey everything, even if it was the most uninteresting of things – if you felt the need to tell her, you did – and the fact that you hadn’t told her about that ‘incident’ with Jungkook was weird, even to you.

“Well, it just happened, really,” you shrugged. “I wasn’t expecting it at all. I was mad at him because he had treated me like shit once again, we were fighting and then he pulled me closer to him and kissed me.”

“And you kissed him back.”

“Yeah,” you sighed. “But I don’t even know when that happened. One second I was in shock, motionless and thinking about my things, and the other, I was kissing him like my life depended on it –“

“I knew it,” Evey smirked, interrupting you.

“You knew what?” you glared at her once again.

“I knew you were attracted to him,” she said with a satisfied smirk. “Even if you said you hated him and blablabla.”

“I never said I wasn’t attracted to him!” you protested. “Who’s not attracted to Jungkook? But that’s not the thing, he’s an asshole and he goes around treating women – and people in general – however he wants. He thought he could have his way with me and that’s why he was ‘kind’ –“ you said, emphasizing the word ‘kind’ making quotation marks with your fingers. “– to me. But once he realized he couldn’t get to me, he went back to his asshole-self.”

“So, you’re attracted to him?”

You rolled your eyes.

“That’s all you’ve got to say after my words?”

“Yeah, I wasn’t fully sure that you were attracted to Jungkook, the other things were just facts that I already knew.”

“Cool to know that you knew them and didn’t tell me since the beginning.”

“C’mon, don’t be like that,” she said. “I didn’t even know you’d like Tae’s friends, to begin with.”

“I don’t like them, I just tolerate them.”

Evey stared at you, arching a brow.

“Okay, I like them, but only Yoongi because he also hates life... And Hoseok because he laughs at my bad jokes… Oh, and speaking about bad jokes, I kind of like Seokjin too, and I also liked Namjoon until he caught Jungkook and I… And Jimin, well… As long as his flirtation isn’t directed at me, it’s fine.”

“You like Tae’s friends, end of story,” she said, making you roll your eyes. “Now, let’s go back to that Jungkook thing. You’re attracted to him, so why don’t you act upon it and get rid of that sexual tension that chases you both?”

“You know my opinion on one-night stands.”

“Yeah, you’re a person that catches feelings easily and all that, but if the only thing you feel for Jungkook is attraction and his personality repels you so much, I don’t see why you shouldn’t try,” she said, shrugging. “I mean, it’s clear that the boy is also attracted to you and wants to fuck you, he’s always after you, and you won’t catch feelings for someone you despise.”

“It’s not that easy… It doesn’t work like that for me.”

“Girl! Sex after so much pent-up tension is the best thing in the world! Once you try it, you won’t be able to stop.”

“Do you want me to become a nymphomaniac or what?”

Evey chuckled. “It wouldn’t be that bad.”

“No, thanks, I’m cool with just being myself with my sad and lonely life,” you smirked, starting to feel more relaxed after speaking with Evey.

She was right, maybe all that was between you and Jungkook was pent-up tension and you were thinking about it too much.

“Plus,” you suddenly said, remembering the phone call you had had during your break. “Jiwon called me.”

“Ji-who?”

“Bobby,” you said, rolling your eyes and smiling.

“What?!” she said, raising her voice once again.

You signaled her to lower her voice as girls started entering the changing rooms.

“What?” she repeated, that time whispering.

“Yeah, Bobby called me today, during my break.”

“What the fuck? And what did that bastard want?”

“He wanted to meet me, we’ve agreed on seeing each other this Friday at the shopping mall.”

“What the fuck?!”

“Evey!” you whispered through clenched teeth, glaring at her as a girl looked your way, curious about the gossip.

“What were you thinking about? You said yes to seeing Bobby!”

“Yeah,” you frowned. “I don’t get why that’s such a bad thing.”

“Jungkook’s gonna be nuts when he finds out, well, and the rest of the boys too.”

You rolled your eyes once again.

“Well, I don’t see why, it’s none of their business.”

“Of course it is, you know Bobby is their rival, he’s an asshole, Y/N, he’s –“

“He’s been good to me, and he seems nice,” you interrupted her. “I like him, okay? And I want to give him a chance, I won’t let other people’s words form my opinion of him. If in the end it turns out that he’s the asshole you all say he is, then I’ll apologize and keep my mouth shut, but until then, I’ll do whatever I want.”

“Ugh, you’re just so stubborn…” Evey scoffed. “And what are you going to do?”

“We’re going to the cinema and then I guess we’ll eat something.”

“Are you sure you want to do this?” Evey looked you in the eye. “You’re not doing this to get back at him?”

“No! When I met Jiwon I didn’t even know who he was.”

Evey stayed quiet, looking at you as if she was your psychologist or something.

“It’s alright, Evey, I know how to take care of myself. I’m making my own decisions and I’ll accept the consequences if it goes wrong in the end.”

“Alright… I trust you, but please be careful.”

You elbowed her on her side playfully.

“I took self-defense classes for an entire year, and I’ve already beaten his older brother’s ass, there’s nothing I can’t do.”

And the both of you laughed, you somehow played it down – more to yourself than to Evey.  

. . .

You were nervous, but not the ‘omg-he’s-downstairs-waiting-for-me-and-I-want-to-look-good-and-smell-good-and-have-a-great-time’ kind of nervous.

You’re more on the insecure side.

And how can you not be insecure about Jiwon with all you’ve heard about him and all the warnings you’ve had – the last ones being from Evey just some seconds before, reminding you to bring a pepper spray with you.

You were waiting in front of the movie theater inside the shopping mall, having arrived a bit earlier. You were starting to get even more nervous, you didn’t like people to make you wait – you were usually the one who made people wait for you, duh – when Jiwon appeared.

You immediately smiled and walked towards him.

“Hey,” you greeted him.

“Hi, sorry for arriving a bit late,” he said, breathless. “I’ve just gotten out of work.”

“Don’t worry, I’ve only been waiting here for five minutes,” you lied.

“Luckily,” Jiwon laughed again.

He threw you a last glance before looking towards the movie theatre.

“What do you wanna watch?”

“Hm… I don’t know,” you said, looking at the billboard too.

There wasn’t any film that caught your attention, except for… Venom. Fuck no, you loved Marvel, but you wouldn’t see a film that would constantly remind you of Jungkook when you were on a date. But, oh wait, was that even a date?

In the end, you ended up watching what Jiwon chose, a comedy, so typical and boring that you spent the entire movie yawning and regretting not having bought tickets for Venom instead.

You were waiting for Jiwon to lean towards you and comment the movie with you like you loved doing, pointing out the flaws and the pathetic scenes and poor humor. But all he did was eat pop-corn, stare at the screen and laugh at the silly jokes.

He didn’t touch you, didn’t try to make a move on you, and you couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to watch a movie with Jungkook. You were sure he’d be teasing you all the time, and whispering silly things about the movie that would have you biting your lower lip to stop you from bending over your chair in laughter.

Well, that was if he wasn’t in the mood for kicking you out of the movie theatre as he kicked you from other places.

You forced yourself to enjoy the night and think about Jiwon and only Jiwon.

“It was so funny,” Jiwon laughed as you both followed the crowd and exited the movie theatre.

You faked your best smile and nodded.

“Where do you want to have dinner?” he asked after a couple of seconds

“Hm… Do you know Pizza Planet?” you say, your eyes lighting up.

Maybe there was a chance of saving what was left of the night with a good slice of pizza.

“Ugh, I hate that place, it’s always crowded with kids and people… And it’s so noisy.”

Your face fell, and your hope too.

“Well, choose the place yourself.”

He ended up choosing the place, a small and traditional Korean restaurant near the shopping mall. You entered the place with pursed lips and a low spirit. You loved Korean food, you just weren’t feeling like it.

They sat the both of you at a cozy, retired table at the back of the local.

There was not a second of silence on your table, as you spent all dinner chatting and talking about different topics, but something was missing to you.

You were having fun but you weren’t laughing until your stomach hurt. You had to think about what you said, words didn’t just roll out of your tongue. You somehow paid attention to how you chewed the food or if you looked ugly or pretty while doing so. You weren’t sitting comfortably on your chair, you were tense and awkward. You weren’t yourself with him.

. . .

You couldn’t believe you were out, going to a party once again. You were even starting to like it.

It wasn’t that bad, having fun with friends and clearing your mind for a bit. And that was the main reason why you said yes when Evey told you about the party, to clear your mind after all that had been going on for the past weeks.

“So,” Evey said, elbowing you in the arm as you both watched Taehyung and Namjoon preparing the drinks and some snacks.

You were at Taehyung’s apartment, drinking as you waited for some of the boys to arrive and then go to a new club downtown – but Jin was with his girlfriend and Jungkook had some things to do, luckily for you, so they wouldn’t be there that night. That was the second reason why you had accepted: Jungkook wouldn’t be there.

You weren’t ready to see him yet after the kiss.

You grabbed a handful of pop-corn and stuffed it in your mouth. Eating snacks while drinking was the best thing ever.

“Tell me,” Evey continued. “How was yesterday’s date with Jiwon.”

“Hmpf…” you murmured, your mouth full of pop-corn. You lifted your index finger, letting her know that it would take you some time.

Eventually, you finished chewing the pop-corn and swallowed.

“It was boring.”

Evey’s eyes widened, and she looked surprised by your words.

“W-what?” she asked. “You didn’t enjoy it?”

“Yeah, I kind of enjoyed it but it wasn’t… I don’t know, it wasn’t the best date, or whatever the fuck was that, that I’ve ever had.”

“What did you do? Did he do something that bothered you?”

“Oh, Gosh, no,” you stopped her before she could get all protective over you. “He was kind and all, but too correct for my liking... Too dull. We went to the cinema to watch some stupid romcom and he didn’t even comment a thing. I mean, who the fuck goes to the cinema to watch a romcom if it’s not for criticizing it and laughing at the stupid script?”

“Hm… I don’t know? Normal people?”

You glared at her. “I would never spend my money on something like that.”

Evey laughed but urged you to continue.

“Then, he told me he hated Pizza Planet,” at that, Evey stopped laughing. “Yeah, right? Who doesn’t love Pizza Planet? Anyways, he brought me to this Korean place that wasn’t that bad, but it was… Boring too. It was full of lovely dovey couples sharing their dishes and drinking wine and having stare contests and intense conversations… Ew.”

Evey laughed once again, her anger at hearing that someone hated Pizza Planet, disappearing.

“Y/N, you’re the least romantic person I know.”

“That’s not romantic! Romantic is playing videogames and letting your partner win or eating salty cookies and letting your partner eat the last one!”

“As if you would ever let someone beat you at some videogame or eat the last salty cookie…” Evey said, rolling her eyes.

“That’s not the main topic here,” you shook your head. “What I want to say is that it wasn’t my style. I would have rather gone bowling while eating some cheap hot dogs, then maybe go to the park and eat an ice-cream or something like that.”

“Not everyone has the same idea of an ideal date, Y/N,” Evey said. “For example, I enjoy going to the cinema and then having dinner at some fancy restaurant and Tae prefers going to shabby places and doing shabby things.”

“I heard you!” Taehyung shouts. He wasn’t listening to your conversation, but as soon as he had heard his name he had paid more attention and had gotten offended at Evey’s words.

“That’s not bad, having different tastes is actually good,” Evey said, ignoring Taehyung’s interruption. “We go to the cinema and fancy restaurants sometimes, and other times, we go to theme parks.”

“It’s not the same,” you said, shaking your head. “You could be in the worst place ever, yet, if you were with Taehyung, it would be great and funny to you because you love him and his personality and he always gets the best of you, but it didn’t happen to me. We spoke, we laughed some but… Still, there was something missing.”

Evey smirked, looking at you with an arched brow.

“What?” you said after a few seconds.

“Nothing, nothing,” she said, averting her eyes away from you but chuckling anyways.

“Evey, I know you, and I know that look of yours… You’re thinking about something, spill.”

She was still averting her eyes from you, a sign that you weren’t going to like what she was thinking about.

“Spill,” you repeated.

“Okay,” she said, taking a deep breath as she looked at you. “Is it possible that you didn’t like this date with Jiwon that much because you’re comparing it with the one you had with Jungkook?”

Your eyes widened and your lips parted, ready to speak your mind.

“Neither of them were a date and –“ you began to say, getting interrupted by the sound of the doorbell.

“I’ll get it!” Evey happily said, hopping off the bar stool in which she had been sitting and running towards the door.

“Run! Run now that you can, because I’ll get my hands on you as soon as I have the chance to!” you shouted.

“It must be Yoongs and Hobi,” Namjoon mumbled, licking his fingers after placing some chips in a bowl. “Jimin texted me saying he would be here a bit later, and he said he would bring company.”

“What a surprise,” Taehyung said, sarcasm filling his words.

You took your phone from the pocket of your jeans and opened Instagram to kill time.

“U-uh! Hey!” you heard Evey’s voice say from the entrance of the small apartment. “You’re here, thought you weren’t coming tonight.”

You frowned at that, but kept your eyes locked on the screen of your phone. Maybe it was just Jimin.

Taehyung’s apartment was an open space, the kitchen and the living room only separated by a kitchen island and a thin wall. You couldn’t see the front door from where you were sitting, but you could see the boys turning around to greet the guests.

You lifted your eyes from your phone to see Namjoon hugging Yoongi as the latter placed some bottles on the kitchen counter. Hobi entered the open space of the kitchen and winked at you before saying he had to go to the bathroom and disappearing inside Taehyung’s bedroom.

“Hey, man,” Taehyung said, raising his voice. “M’ so glad you came!”

“Yeah, I finished what I had to do a bit earlier and thought that I could stop by,” another voice said.

At that, your ears perked and your head snapped in the direction of the voice, eyes immediately widening at the sight of Jeon Jungkook himself in all his glory.

You hadn’t seen him since that fatal kiss, and you would be lying if you said your heart hadn’t sped up like crazy at his sight.

Maybe if you stayed there, still and quiet, he wouldn’t see you and you would go unnoticed –

“Hey, Y/N!”

Shit.

Your eyes averted towards Yoongi, who was walking towards you with a smile on his face. You loved the boy, but in that moment, you wanted to kill him.

“You also came! Evey did a good job convincing you, then,” he smiled, patting you on the back as a greeting. “What did she say to convince you? Did she promise you free snacks?”

“She promised me Jungkook wouldn’t be here,” you wanted to say through clenched teeth, but instead all you said was: “Exactly that, you know me too well.”

“Bah,” Yoongi said, smirking. “I’m here for the same reason, so it wasn’t too difficult to guess it.”

You laughed awkwardly.

Your eyes shifted unconsciously towards the kitchen, where you knew Jungkook was.

And, in fact, there he was, looking at you with an indecipherable expression on his face.

Blushing – and reprimanding yourself for doing so – you averted your eyes from his once again, a strange tingling feeling rushing to your lips.

“We’re all, then!” Taehyung cheered, clapping both hands and then circling Evey’s waist while pulling her closer to him. “Who’s ready for the drinks?!”

You weren’t a heavy drinker, you didn’t need alcohol to have fun, but damn if you would need it that night. So you were more than ready for it.

Three drinks and a horrible car trip later – you made a mental note not to get on the car Namjoon was driving ever again – you arrived to the club.

It was one of those minimalistic, new clubs, with neon lights everywhere, loud music, young people everywhere and leather couches. There was a main floor where de DJ was playing the music and people where dancing on the dancefloor, two bars a both sides of the room. Upstairs, there were rooms with different types of music and balconies – which were private booths – from which you could see the main dancefloor.

You were a woman on a mission: avoid Jeon Jungkook at all costs.

If he sat at the same couch you were sitting on, you suddenly had the urge to go to the bathroom, and when you came back, you sat on the opposite couch. If he returned to the booth you had rented, you walked out of it. If he went to the main dancefloor, you went upstairs. It was driving you crazy, not being able to relax for once in case he caught you with your guard down, but he would drive you even crazier.

You hoped you would, at least, count with Evey’s help, but she was too busy being in love with her boyfriend to notice your discomfort.

You couldn’t count on the boys either, because Jimin was making out with his plus one somewhere you didn’t – and didn’t want to – know, Hoseok was drunk and dancing like there was no tomorrow, and Yoongi had left you for some cute, Spanish boy. There was only Namjoon left, but he was talking about deep stuff, being the melancholic drunk he was.

So there you were, sitting at the booth, observing Hoseok on the dancefloor from upstairs and drinking vodka. You probably should have stopped drinking when you arrived to the club, but it was the only thing you could do. You guessed your boredom showed up in your face, because no one was approaching you, not even one of those creepy guys that always approached you at the pubs and discos.

It was two hours later that you finally made some friends, some Spanish girls, friends of Yoongi’s fling.

You were finally having fun, dancing with them on the dancefloor, laughing and doing silly things. That, mixed with the amount of alcohol you had consumed, made you let your guard down.

“We’re going to the bathroom!” one of the girls said. “Do you wanna come with us or…?”

“Nah,” you dismissed her. “I’ll wait for you in here! I’ll keep an eye on Hoseok and María.”

You glanced at Hoseok, who was dancing with one of the girl’s friends, who had joined his strange dances.

“Okay,” the girls said before disappearing amongst the crowd.

You were happily dancing on your own, jumping and laughing every time to glanced at Hoseok and María, when you felt a hand on the bottom of your back.

You sighed, ready to turn around and tell the first creepy guy of the night to fuck off if he didn’t want your knee on his crotch. But before you could do it, you felt a pair of lips grazing the shell of your ear.

“You’ve been avoiding me all night,” a male voice said. It sounded deeper than you remembered it, or maybe it just was the alcohol running through your veins.

A hand encircled your upper arm, making you turn around and face the owner of the deep voice.

It didn’t surprise you when you came face to face with a pair of dark eyes, pupils blown in the dim light of the room.

“Care to explain why?” Jungkook growled.

He looked angry.

Okay, you might have been ignoring him all night, even when you had seen him trying to approach you, but what else were you supposed to do? You were still mad at him for how he had treated you, for thinking that he had a say in who you could and couldn’t get to know, and you were still mad at yourself for letting him kiss you like that while you were trying to show him just how much his acts had angered you.

You shrugged, moving away your arm to scape from his grip.

“I just didn’t feel like dealing with you,” you said, trying to mask your tense state with indifference.

Jungkook narrowed his eyes.

“Dealing with me?” he repeated. “I’m the one who should be dealing with you.”

You narrowed your eyes back at him.

“Ah, yeah? In what sense?”

“In the sense that you escaped last week without giving me a proper answer and left me… Like that.”

“Don’t blush, don’t blush.”

“I already told you, I don’t have to give you a proper answer if I don’t want to.”

Jungkook scoffed.

“And that’s why you’re avoiding me? Because you don’t want to tell me face to face that you fucked Bobby?”

Anger boiled in your veins.

“Listen to me,” you growled, driving your finger onto his chest a couple of times. “You don’t have the right to demand anything from me, let alone speak to me that way. If I had fucked Jiwon because I wanted to I would tell you face to face because I don’t give a fuck about what you think, but I didn’t, and I’m tired of you assuming things and assuming that you have anything to say about what I don and what I don’t.”

“I have a say because… Because I fucking do, okay? He’s scum, and I don’t want you near him.”

“It’s me who will have to decide that.”

“Do you want him to use you against me?”

“I’m a grown adult, alrigh?!” you snapped. “I can make decisions on my own, I can choose to get to know him, and if it’s true that he did all this just to use me, then I’ll face it like the grown adult I am. I don’t need anyone defending me!”

“So you’ll continue seeing him?” Jungkook asked as if he was out of breath.

“I don’t know!” you said, raising your voice. “I don’t even know what I’ll fucking eat for breakfast tomorrow, I don’t know what I’ll do about him!”

“But you’ll continue seeing him.”

“If he wants to, and I want to, then, yeah.”

You watched as Jungkook’s jaw clenched and unclenched.

“And if I ask you not to?”

Your eyes widened at his question and you stood still for a moment. When had your bodies approached each other so much?

“You… You can’t ask me not to do something that is none of your business,” you whispered.

“None of my business,” he scoffed, as if mocking you. “Is it none of my business that one of my biggest rivals is trying to get some with the girl I also want to get some with?”

Your nostrils flared at his words, anger masking your drunk state. You placed both of your hands on his chest and pushed him away from you with all the strength you could muster.

He was way stronger than you, but he wasn’t expecting that move from you, so he stumbled backwards, and you were pretty sure he would have fallen to the floor had it not been for the group of boys that cushioned the push.

“The girl you also want to get some with?” you growled. “Who the fuck do you think you are? Treating me like an object you or Jiwon can possess, like a fucking trophy.”

You were about to charge against him once again, your hands ready to push him again, but as you were about to place them on his chest, he grabbed both of your wrists and pulled from them until your chest was pressed flush against his.

“That’s not like that, and you know it,” he breathed.

He was so close to you that you could even feel every breath of his caressing your cheeks.

“Well, it looks like that,” you said through clenched teeth. “You’re just mad because you think Jiwon is going to take away what’s yours, but you know what? I’m not yours, and I’m not anyone’s! And I’ll never be, I’m only mine.”

“I know, and fuck, I love that.”

Your eyes widened at his words, definitely unexpected to you. He took your shock as a chance to keep talking.

He brought his hands up until they were cupping your face, his palms making contact with your warm cheeks.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” Jungkook spat, almost as if he was angry at himself for feeling that way. “Everything you do, everything you say… I can’t stand it.”

When he spat all those words, his breaths became erratic, as if he had run a marathon. His chest was falling and raising heavily, touching yours each time it filled with air. The palms of his hands felt cold against your warm cheeks.

You were lost, completely lost. Lost in his eyes, dark and fierce. In his lips, in the soft curve of his big nose. In his rustled hair and the cut above his brow, still with the stitches in it. In the way the lights of the club reflected on his skin, soft and slightly sweaty. You were lost in Jeon Jungkook, lost in the moment.

And you couldn’t blame alcohol for that.

“If you can’t stand it… Can’t stand me… What are you doing here, then?” you asked, stubborn as always.

Jungkook chuckled bitterly, the grip on your cheeks hardening a bit.

“You always have something else to say, don’t you?” he breathed.

A silver light blinded you, the loud bass of the music was vibrating all over your room and all over your body. You couldn’t hear, couldn’t see, but you could feel. And all you felt was Jungkook, and his lips against yours.

He was pouring his anger and desperation onto the kiss, moving his lips fervently against yours, his hands keeping your face in place. What he didn’t know was that he didn’t need to hold you, for your guard had crumbled down and your resolution with it.

Just as fervently as him, you grabbed the back of his neck with one hand and pressed his face closer to yours. You were completely and absolutely possessed by him in that moment.

Your other hand stopped at his chest, where your hand rested just above where his heart was supposed to be.

His lips were avid for yours, his tongue hungry for your kisses, and you were long gone by the time his hands travelled down towards your butt, and they both grabbed your butt cheeks and pressed your body further into his.

It was as if time had stopped. You still couldn’t see, couldn’t hear. The lights had disappeared behind your heavy eyelids, the people too. The music was something distant, like a memory, and the vibrations were now caused by the movements of Jungkook’s body against yours.

You broke the kiss to take some air, gasping as if you were a fish out of water.

Your forehead resting against Jungkook’s, eyes focusing on his, you filled your lungs with all the air you could breathe. Jungkook was doing the same, pupils blown as he stared into your eyes, biting his lower lip as he thought about all the things your plump lips could do.

You were driving him crazy, but he had already driven you mad.

As the song changed, and another rhythm filled the room, Jungkook grabbed your waist and started grinding your body against his, his eyes never leaving yours.

You moaned under your breath, his crotch tracing circles against yours, his hands digging into the skin of your waist as if he was afraid you would disappear and become air.

It was all so erotic and forbidden, so tempting. If you were already burning, why not let the flames consume you? Why not let yourself go until you became ashes?

With unknown confidence, you moved your hand from his chest to his waist, and started following his movements, earning an animalistic growl from Jungkook.

Because that was exactly what he was, an animal, hungry, untamable and wild. From the way he fought to the way he lived, fast and carefree, he was an animal. Just as beautiful, as ephemeral. And that was exactly what you were for him, an animal, just as hungry, just as untamable, willing to be as wild as him.

“You better not be playing,” he said, voice raspy as he tried controlling himself.

You bit your lower lip, staring at him as you brought your face some centimeters away from his so he could see it all. So he could see the way your pupils almost covered all your irises. So he could see your reddened cheeks and plump lips from his angry kisses. So he could see that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.

“Does it look like I’m playing?” you teased.

You could see Jungkook’s smirk under the dim lights of the room. He grabbed your waist with more strength and dug his hips further into yours, making you feel everything. It was like a wave of electricity rushing from your toes to your ears, caressing every inch, every curve, every nook and cranny of your body.

It all faded to darkness when Jungkook’s lips assaulted yours once again and you closed your eyes, basking in the feeling.

This time, the kiss was slower, more sensual.

Jungkook moved his lips carefully against yours, making sure every inch of them traced every inch of yours. He soon accompanied it by the feeling of his tongue.

The wave of electricity turned into fireworks, and those fireworks into flames, and suddenly you were burning in the middle of the dancefloor, breaking every rule, every promise you ever made to yourself.

You were willing to give in, to cave in the temptation that Jungkook was. You were ready to leave everything aside just to kiss him some more, touch him some more, feel him so more.

His hand moved from where it was groping your ass, tracing your waist slowly as if giving you time to stop him. But you didn’t. You let his hand trace the waist of your high-waisted jeans until he reached the front. Without tearing his lips away from yours, bodies still pressed together, he started unbuttoning your jeans.

“Wait,” you said, taking your lips away from his and grabbing his wrist to stop his dangerous movements. “Not here.”

His eyes started intently into yours. Were you really giving him permission for what he thought you were giving him permission for?

You didn’t avert your eyes from his because yes, you were giving him permission. For everything.

“Come with me,” he murmured.

He grabbed your wrist and dragged you out of the dancefloor. He pushed people away as if they were nothing, making sure you were following his steps easily.

On the way, you started laughing like a schoolgirl. When was the last time you had done something like that? Going against the rules? Your rules.

You climbed up the stairs a few floors until you reached one that was almost empty. Lights had a purplish color there, and you could barely see a thing.

Jungkook walked past a golden curtain and you both reached a more secluded area. There were couches and a bar, and people were either sitting on the couches while drinking and talking, or they were at the bar.

“This way,” he said, directing you towards a dark corridor.

You had no other option than following him, since he was keeping a tight grip around your wrist.

“Where are we going?” you said, once you entered the dark corridor and the music started to sound distant.

At the end of the corridor, there was a metallic door which he opened without difficulties.

He pushed you inside after him, and closed the door, locking it with its latch.

It was a bathroom, with a round sink over some wooden furniture and a huge mirror above them. Behind, there was a bathroom cubicle made out of the same dark wood as the furniture. The light was purple, just like it had been outside, giving a lustful look to the place.

Flowers decorated the bathroom, and it smelled too good to be in a club, sweet like peonies and chamomile.

You didn’t even have time to question the place, because as soon as your breaths calmed down a bit, Jungkook was pushing you against the metallic door and attacking your lips once again.

His hands roamed your body, first from your waist to your neck, then back to your ass. There was no place left untouched by him or the electricity that he made you fell.

You answered to his movements arching your back and pressing your body closer to his.

“Fuck,” he growled, kissing down your neck.

You pulled from the roots of his hair on the back of his neck.

“Can’t believe you brought me to a bathroom,” you said, a smile evident on your voice as you tried regaining your breath. “To a public bathroom.”

He parted his lips from your skin and looked at you from afar.

“This is not a simple bathroom, this is the bathroom of the owner of this club.”

“Ah, should I feel honored that we’re gonna fuck in the bathroom the owner of this club shits in?”

Jungkook smirked, but bit his lips.

“Are we gonna fuck?” he asked, in a low tone.

You pursed your lips, trying to remain calm.

“I guess, unless you brought me here to contemplate the beautiful flowers.”

“Can’t even shut up when I’m about to fuck you,” he laughed. “That mouth of yours…” he said, his eyes getting lost in your lips as his thumb traced the plump skin of your lower lip. “I wonder what it can do.”

You smirked and, with a flick of your tongue, started licking his thumb while you stared at him. His eyes were pitch-black by then, looking at you like a hungry animal that was about to devour its prey.

Battling your eyelashes innocently, you leaned your head a bit forwards and stuck his whole finger into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it.

He was panting by then, totally bewitched by you under the purple lights of that bathroom. He wondered how someone could drive him so crazy just by licking his thumb, doing the things a million had done before, making him feel the things no one had ever made him feel before. He pushed those feelings to the back of his head, just like he did whenever he was fighting. Don’t feel, don’t show, just play.

He took his finger from your mouth and grabbed your face with both hands, pressing you harder against the door and causing the back of your head to bang against the metal door.

You didn’t care, though, because his lips were on yours once again and he was grinding his hips against yours. Through the material of your jeans and his, you could feel a hard bulge pressing into your core.

His lips traced a wet path from your lips to your ear, and he rested his head on the door as he continued grinding against you. You could hear his growls, feel his erratic breaths on the skin of your ear. You were surprised he was so vocal.

“Jungkook…” his name escaped from your lips after a specially hard push of his hips, your hands coming up to encircle the back of his neck.

Hearing his name come off your lips in such a sweet and lustful way, was the match that set him on fire.

He grabbed you by the back of your thigs and lifted you in the air without any effort. He reattached his lips to yours as he walked you towards the wooden furniture of the bathroom, letting you fall onto it without any care.

Your back pressed against the cold surface of the mirror, the material of your top, too thin to act as a barrier from the cold. The side of the circular sink pounded on your side, causing you a bit of pain. A pain that was dulled by Jungkook’s fervent kisses.

His hands flew to the button of your jeans, and he pressed his forehead against yours as he looked down to focus on the movements of his fingers. Meanwhile, you took that as an opportunity to regain some breath and entangle your fingers in his hair, caressing his scalp soothingly.

He grabbed your knees, forcing you to flex your legs and rest your feet on top of the small wardrobe. He then parted your legs and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging the zipper down in such a harsh movement that you were sure he had broken it.

“Lift your hips up for me,” he ordered.

You obeyed and let him drag your jeans down your legs, taking off your Vans so he could throw the jeans onto the floor.

“I hope the floor is clean,” you joked. “Or I’ll never touch those jeans ever again.”

Jungkook laughed and made you part your legs once again, taking some steps closer until his thighs were pressed against the wooden wardrobe.

“It is cleaner now than it’ll be once I’m done with you.”

“Uh…” you laughed. “I don’t like messy people.”

“Too bad,” he said, pulling from the back of your knees and dragging you closer to him as your back slid down the surface of the mirror.

You held your upper body on your elbows, back of the head still resting against the cold material of the mirror.

“Because I’m gonna be really messy with you,” he growled, the tips of his fingertips finding your clit through the material of your panties.

You bit your lower lip, trying to suppress a moan as the started tracing fingers, his eyes on you all the time.

“Do you like it?” he asked.

“More or less,” you teased him.

His eyes narrowed and his fingers started pressing on your core with more force, the cirlces messy and hard.

“And now?”

“A bit more.”

“A bit more?” he repeated, laughing as he brought his face closer to yours.

He let out a raspy laugh as he slipped his fingers in your panties and moved them aside. The smirk erased from your lips as his hand smacked your pussy, making you flinch because of the stimulation.

“And now?” he smirked, seeing your reddened cheeks and your eyes focused on the hand that was smacking your core softly.

You bit your lip, afraid you would moan and made your façade crumble.

“Huh?” he insisted, smacking harder.

You closed your eyes, trying to focus. You were so turned on, it was starting to hurt, it was starting to mess with your head.

Jungkook focused his eyes on your face, willing to see your reaction, as his fingers started to play with your entrance, the other hand still holding your panties.

Without other warning than the circling motions of his fingers over your entrance, he let one finger slip inside you.

Your eyes snapped open to find his already fixed on yours. The look on his eyes mixed with the feeling of his long finger inside you, was the last straw, and you let go of your lip to let some incoherent sounds that sounded too much like his name.

“J-jungkook…”

“Do you like it?” he repeated the same words from before.

You thought about answering the same as before, but he grabbed your face with the hand that had been holding your panties and forced you to look at him.

“Answer me, baby,” he growled.

You looked up at him, and you couldn’t help it.

“Fuck yeah, I love it Jungkook, I love it.”

Not expecting your words, his eyes widened and he crashed his lips against yours, devouring your plump lips as he added another finger inside of you, feeling you adjust to the size. At the same time, he started pressing his thumb against your clit.

You bit down on his lower lip, trying to muffle your moans, but he swallowed them willingly.

“You’re gonna bruise it,” he said, parting from you. “If you keep biting on it like that.”

“The only thing is gonna be bruised is my head,” you laughed. It was pounding onto the mirror with each movement of Jungkook’s fingers.

He laughed too, seeing your uncomfortable posture. He pushed your hips further onto the low wardrobe until your back was resting against the mirror once again.

“Better?”

“Yeah,” you smiled.

After that, he gave a harsh push with his fingers inside of you, causing the smile to disappear from your face.

“Fuck,” he growled. “You look so hot like that.”

You closed your eyes, basking in the feeling of his fingers pumping in and out of you at a brutal pace, his thumb circling your clit, sweat starting to form on your skin as the coldness of the mirror calmed you down a bit.

The bathroom was filled with your moans and his growls, with the lewd sounds of his fingers coming in and out of you.

There was a sudden need inside your head of seeing it all, of watching him just like he was watching you, and so, you opened your eyes.

He was staring at his fingers as they disappeared inside of you and appeared back. His black t-shirt clung to his chest, where a small patch of sweat had appeared. He was palming himself through the material of his jeans, sweating bangs falling onto his forehead, a focused expression on his face. You could see the muscles of his arms clenching and unclenching, the veins becoming more prominent as he used more force.

He looked surreal, like a masterpiece too delicate for you too touch, and you wondered how that boy could be the same one that fought on top of a ring, that punched other boys until they were bleeding and lying unconscious on the floor. Everything about him looked so soft and smooth, from the curve of his nose, to the shape of his eyes, to the waves of his shoulders and back. You wondered how the world could have turned a boy like that into an animal so fierce and cruel.

He felt you staring at him and lifted his eyes until they found yours.

It was as if something had snapped inside you, and in that same moment you knew you were screwed, that there would be no turning back. But you shook your head and sent those thoughts to the back of your head.

Closing your eyes, you bent your head backwards and let out a loud moan as you let yourself go around his fingers, unravelling you and setting you on fire.

You came all around Jungkook’s fingers, which kept pumping in and out of you, riding out your orgasm. Their pace started becoming slower, his thumb separating from your clit when you started flinching from overstimulation.

Without giving you time to recover, he grabbed your hips and forced you off the piece of furniture.

You stood on trembling legs, trying to grab Jungkook’s shoulders so you wouldn’t fall.

“Did you like it or was it another ‘more or less’?” Jungkook breathed, his lips so close to you, they touched with every word he said.

“Shut up and fuck me already, Jungkook,” you smirked.

He smirked back and pulled you in for another heated kiss. Lips, tongue and teeth clashing in some sort of macabre dance.

Biting your lower lip, he pulled away from you and forced you to turn around until you were facing yourself on the mirror. He pushed your hips until they were pressing against the wood of the small wardrobe.

“Are you gonna be a good girl for me now?” he hummed in your ear, his ferocious eyes meeting yours in the reflection of the mirror.

He looked fucked out, more than you had ever seen him look, even after a fight. You loved that you had such an effect on him.

“Answer me,” he growled, grabbing your chin and obliging you to keep your head up.

He pressed his erection against your ass so you could feel how hard he was for you, and you had to hold yourself onto the wardrobe so you wouldn’t fall face-first against the mirror from the force of the impact.

“Yeah…” you breathed, completely enraptured by the way he was looking at you, pressing his body against yours, holding your chin, grabbing your hips… You were never a submissive person, but when he came to him and all the things he was doing – and about to do – to you, you couldn’t wait to put yourself completely at his mercy. “You’re gonna pay me for this afterwards,” you mumbled.

Jungkook let out a soft laugh and you watched his hand descend from your chin and disappear behind you. Seconds later the sound of the zipper of his jeans being unzipped filled the bathroom.

“We’ll see about that,” he snickered, his eyes never leaving yours.

You bit your lower lip as he got rid of his jeans and boxers, letting them rest around his ankles.

You inhaled deeply as the lust of it all hit you. You were about to let Jungkook fuck you, in the bathroom of some club while the rest of your friends where downstairs, after all those two past months of trying to avoid him and reject him while staying true to your beliefs – which definitely, didn’t include fucking him in the heat of the moment, let alone in some random bathroom.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the feeling of him rubbing his cock against the thin material of your panties. Your eyes refocused on his shape.

“You want this?” he asked, teasing you more than anything, but making sure it wasn’t the alcohol that was making you do that at the same time.

You nodded, not tearing your eyes away from his.

“I’m gonna need words baby,” he said, pulling away form you and looking downwards.

He grabbed his walled form the back pocket of his jeans and took a condom, letting the wallet fall carelessly onto the floor, along with his jeans once again. You couldn’t see him putting the condom on, but just imagining him, wrapping his veiny hand around his shaft, sliding the condom over the sensitive skin, was making you all wet and ready again.

When he went back to grabbing your hips and rubbing him against your core, he urged you to speak.

“Huh?”

“I’m hating you right n…now,” you said, suppressing a moan as he pulled your panties aside and straight teased your entrance with the tip of his cock.

He grabbed your neck and forced you to rest your head on his shoulders. With a harsh movement, he entered you, fully.

“Oh, c’mon, there’s no need to play pretend anymore,” he smirked. “We both know that’s not true.”

You gasped for air, the feeling of him stretching you, making you see stars.

You closed your eyes, and when you opened them, you looked up at the ceiling of the bathroom. With the purple light and the sparks appearing in your vision, it looked as if the galaxy was above you right in that moment.

Jungkook’s grip around your neck tightened, and he leaned down to press some kisses on your cheek. When he felt your body relaxing, he started to move. In and out, a slow pace that was killing you, yet, it was so harsh your hips were bumping against the border of the wardrobe each time and you were sure you would have bruises the next day.

Your back arched after a certain thrust, and you opened your mouth, but no sound came out of it.

“No words left?” he whispered in your ear.

The soft sound was soon replaced by a deep growl when you consciously clenched your walls around him.

You gripped the surface of the wardrobe more harshly to buffer Jungkook’s thrusts.

“No words left?” you bit back, seeing his closed eyes through the reflection of the mirror.

He opened his eyes and wetted his lips, a devilish smirk drawing itself on his lips. He let go of your neck and grabbed one of your wrists, placing your hand on the mirror. Then, he did the same with the other, pressing you further against the sink and the wooden wardrobe, your face mere inches away from the mirror.

His hands descended until they were grabbing your hips, and then, started pounding into you as if it was the only thing keeping him sane in that moment. You let your forehead rest on the cool surface of the mirror, as your sweaty hands tried not to slip from it.

With each thrust, you could feel the stars behind your closed eyelids, taste the honey of his kisses on your lips, feel his hot skin snapping against your ass. It was as if you were coming alive after having been asleep for a long, long time.

He suddenly grabbed your hair into a ponytail and forced your head back. You slowly opened your eyes, finding his already on you with that animalistic fire in them.

“Look at me when I fuck you,” he demanded, his free hand spanking you loudly.

You bit your lower lip and unconsciously let your head fall down, shutting your eyes as the pleasure overtook your body.

He grabbed your hair once again and pulled from it until you were looking at him again. He spanked you once more, twice, until the shape of his hand could be seen painted on your skin.

“Look at me,” he growled, and your glued your eyes to his.

It was a view you would love to see from the outside, take a nice polaroid and keep it with you forever.

“That’s it, just like that,” he murmured while pounding into you. “Let me see those pretty eyes of yours.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed softly at his words.

It was all so overwhelming to you, all the glances, the intensity, the pleasure, and after your previous orgasm, you were more sensitive. You started to feel the wave of heat travelling through your whole body.

“Your eyes are pretty under this light too, you know?” you joking, letting out a breathless laugh.

Jungkook smirked and he lifted his hands until they were groping your breasts over the thin material of your top.

“I know,” he shrugged.

He pulled form the neck of your top until your black bralette was on full display. He started playing with your breasts, not tearing his eyes away from yours even once.

Your walls started clenching around him with more strength until it was difficult for him to move.

He muttered something under his breath and hid his face in the crook on his neck, letting his lips trace your skin and leave wet kisses all over the area.

You tried keeping your hands on the mirror, clenching them until they formed fists, scratching the surface with your nails as you desperately tried to keep them from slipping. Eventually, you gave up and planted them onto the wooden surface of the small wardrobe, resting your forehead on the mirror and contemplating you both through the strands of messy hair that fell on your face.

Your warm breaths casted a white fog over the mirror, darkening the reflection until it was difficult for you to distinguish where your body ended and when Jungkook’s stared.

You guess it was then, staring at his arms around your frame, muscles clenching and veins prominent, his messy hair caressing your cheeks as he hid his face in the crook of your neck and muffled his moans with your skin. You guess it was then that something snapped inside of you and you let yourself go around him, your body tensing as waves of pleasure assaulted your every bone and muscle and organ and cell.

The stars you had seen before painted on the ceiling, under the purple lights, were now all over your eyes and your body.

“Fuck,” Jungkook growled, gripping your waist as the other hand was still molding one of your breasts.

He tore that hand from your breasts and placed it over your clit, riding out your orgasm as you pressed your back on his chest.

“Ah… Jungkook,” you moaned, starting to feel a bit oversensitive.

“I’m so close, so, so close…” he gasped, biting on the juncture of your neck. “You’re taking me so well, baby… Fuck… Y/N.”

You let your body fall onto the sink as you brought one of your hands back to caress his neck, to entangle your hand in his hair and run your fingertips on his scalp.

“Hmm…” you hummed.

He let go of your clit and grabbed your hips with force, slipping in and out of you, creating sounds that accompanied the rhythm of the music outside that bathroom.

“Y/N… I’m gonna cum,” he panted. “So hard.”

You nodded, and said something under your breath, uncoherent words in your fucked-out state.

“S’ okay,” you mumbled.

“Ah…”

He thrusted his hips against yours, his pace becoming sloppier as he grabbed both of your wrists with his hands and placed them on top of the sink, his chest resting on your back.

You moaned at the close proximity and felt him stir inside you.

“Fuccck…” he growled, filling the condom.

You let out a soft breath, all tension leaving your body and leaving you limp like a fallen autumn leave.

Jungkook rested all his weight on top of yours as he regained his breath after his orgasm.

You didn’t know how much time the both of you stayed like that, over the sink, under the purple lights, the muffled sounds of the music slipping into the bathroom, his hands gripping your wrists as if you were going to disappear, your breaths becoming one.

The sudden sound of loud bangs on the door startled you, and Jungkook pulled out of you and straightened your body with his.

“Is someone in there?” a male voice said, some more knocks on the door being heard. “That is a private bathroom, you can’t stay in there!”

You looked at Jungkook through your reflection in the mirror, clasping a hand over your mouth to hide your soft laughs. Jungkook’s eyes widened before laughing with you.

“Hey! Get out of there!”

Jungkook signaled you to stay calm and quiet.

“Okay! I’ll leave, but I’ll be back in five minutes. If the bathroom isn’t completely empty by then, I’m gonna break the door and storm inside! Five minutes!”

You tightened the grip of your hand over your mouth and laughed some more.

When some seconds had passed and the male voice was gone, you took your hand away from your mouth and laughed out loud.

“What a nice way of recovering after an orgasm,” Jungkook laughed.

“Yeah,” you said, gulping down some saliva. Your mouth was dry as hell.

Jungkook stroked himself a couple of times and got rid of the condom.

“We should probably get out of here before that guy comes back,” he said, crouching to grab his jeans and boxers from around his ankles.

“Yeah,” you breathed again, the smile disappearing from your face as weird feeling started to settle on your stomach.

“Please, let it not be regret, no regret.”

You adjusted your panties and top and grabbed your jeans and Vans from the floor. He waited for you until you were fully clothed.

He joked about the guy and what would happen if he came back and you were still there. You laughed, but it was absentmindedly, because your mind was somewhere else.

The both of you walked downstairs.

Jungkook grabbed your hand all the time and he wasn’t acting awkward at all, he was just acting like he always did… But that was it.

Before you could start reading more into things and getting paranoid, you made some excuse to go home earlier.

You went home without saying goodbye to Jungkook, afraid that he would be the one to disappear without saying goodbye to you first. In the end, you can’t be disappointed if you disappoint first.

[ladyloveandjustice]

Mom and I listened to Chernow’s biography of Hamilton before seeing the play and I want to write down some of my favorite hot facts that were basically “WHAT A SOAP OPERA  ALL THESE GUYS ARE SO FUCKING PETTY” dont try to nitpick for accuracy on these they’re heavily paraphrased take them with a grain of salt i’m just writing this so i can remember the basics

-I think actually maybe the most hilarious and admittedly brave thing Hamilton did was very early on, a bunch of revolutionary guys came to lynch his prof from Kings College for being a loyalist. Even though they weren’t on the same side, Hamilton was there for his prof, so he actually BLOCKED THIS ANGRY MOB at the staircase and LECTURED them to give his prof time to escape. He was like “blablabla U GUYS R HURTING THE CAUSE >:(” and somehow they didn’t all kill him and he successfully delayed them. Amazing.

-Hamiltons mom was AN EXTREME BADASS, basically her mother sold her off to marry this mean guy and she HATED HIM and he hated her for not being submissive enough and she was like “screw you” and just..left. So he threw her in prison for adultery! like literally prison! and it was prison that wasn’t even used for anything else she was the only one in the prison. He thought this would finally make her submissive but instead she basically skipped town the second she was let out and NEVER CAME BACK. So she was still married to this dude the whole time, which is why she couldn’t marry Hamilton’s dad. 

(also after Hamilton’s dad left she ran a shop to support her family, which was unusual for a young woman to do back then, but she was independent like whoa)

unfortunately she also had a son with her first husband that she left behind with when she ran away(in her defense, I imagine she didn’t have the means to support him at the time and also would have gotten caught if she went back for him), so her first husband turned her son against her, reminding him all the time that she abandoned him and saying she was evil...so when she died the son basically came in and claimed all of the property she’d left and rendered his orphaned half-brothers homeless.NOT VERY NICE AT ALL.

-James Monroe and two other dudes were actually the ones who confronted Hamilton about possible speculation and he invited them to his house and gave this WHOLE HOUR LONG presentation on his affair, with a bazillion papers and letters as proof. Like about fifteen minutes in, everyone realized they were wrong and were like “okay we’re very sorry for poking our nose into your private matters we believe you we’ll leave you alone” but Hamilton was like “NO I’M NOT DONE YOU HAVEN’T HEARD IT ALL YET” and went through the entire thing in ridic self-flagellating detail while his audience just cringed. Afterwards one of the guys was like “that was one of the most humiliating things i’ve ever witnessed”

-Anyway James Monroe definitely probably leaked the Reynolds documents Hamilton showed him even though he swore not to show them to anyone. YES A FUTURE PRESIDENT WHO COULD NOT BE TRUSTED WE’RE ALL SURPRISED.Hamilton was SO mad about this he wrote to him basically saying “YOU BETTER APOLOGIZE OR MEET ME OUTSIDE” because that was his response to everything.  Burr was actually chosen as the mediator for this because he was friendly to both of them at the time and he basically tried to calm them both down and prevent a duel. Monroe had initially said he believed that Hamilton wasn’t embezzling or speculating or whatever, but then he was like “UH I CHANGED MY MIND I’VE DECIDED NOW YOU ARE” which made Hamilton SO mad. Burr actually chastised Monroe about this, basically like “c’mon, we both know Hamilton would never betray his office, I know it, you know it, It’s Hamilton.” Anyway Burr saved Hamilton from dueling James Monroe.

But do you know who ELSE would have probably been fine dueling James Monroe? ELIZA. She was, rightfully, very pissed at him for exposing something that hurt her so much. Monroe did his time as president, and once it was over, he decided he wanted to patch things up with her (Hamilton was long dead by this time ofc, and Eliza was elderly). So he came to her house and Eliza was Not Happy when a servant reported his arrival. Hamilton’s kids remembered “her voice got low like it always does when she’s angry”. She went to see him in their living room and he was all “So, Eliza, a lot has happened and there was fault on both sides”-

and she was basically like “EXCUSE ME??? IS THAT AN APOLOGY? BECAUSE IT DOESN’T SOUND LIKE AN APOLOGY. IF YOU’RE HERE TO ACTUALLY APOLOGIZE I’LL LISTEN TO IT. BUT IF YOU’RE GONNA GIVE ME SOME WEAK “BLAME ON BOTH SIDES” BULLSHIT I’M NOT HERE FOR IT. I DON’T WANT TO HEAR ANYTHING BUT YOU SAYING SORRY THAT YOU BETRAYED MY LATE HUSBAND AND RUINED OUR LIVES. IF YOU CAN’T SAY THAT, THEN GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE”.

Monroe was flabbergasted, and apparently it was too much for him to give an actual apology, so he just left. So let the record show Eliza schooled an ex-president and kicked him out of her house.

-everything relating to Phillip and Hamilton’s duels was super sad. When he was waiting to hear about the results of Phillip’s duel with the doctor (or someone) Hamilton was so overcome with anxiety he actually fainted. He had to be propped up by two people during the funeral because he was so unsteady. Not only did he fall into his first bout of lethargic depression and actually didn’t write anything for a good while (a big deal for him) he didn’t even answer sympathy notes until four months later (also a big deal for him).

-According the doctor, in his own duel, Hamilton knew it was a mortal wound as soon as he was shot. He collapsed, but came to on the boat and the first thing he said was “GUYS BE CAREFUL OF HANDLING THAT PISTOL IT’S STILL LOADED IT COULD GO OFF I DIDN’T ACTUALLY SHOOT IT BUT PLEASE REMEMBER TO TELL EVERYONE I WAS GOING TO THROW AWAY MY SHOT” He did actually shoot it of course, but he fact he didn’t seem to know this makes it seem more likely he just accidentally squeezed the trigger when he was shot.

- the other thing he kept babbling about was how they should get Eliza but break it to her gradually. in stages. Ease her into it. Which it’s nice you’re considerate of her feelings NOW, wish you’d been considerate enough NOT TO DO THE DUEL.

-anyway the description of his death in the bio was very sad and he said he didn’t hold anything against Burr and was at peace though so i guess that’s nice.

-in contrast Burr was such an ASSHOLE about Hamilton’s death omg

-Before I go into WHAT A GIANT ASS JERK HE IS I will give Burr one credit: he believed strongly women were equal to men, and made sure Theodosia was educated in everything, and even had her taught to shoot from horseback. Like he really wanted to make sure his daughter knew how to kill stuff from a horse. i respect that.

-what I don’t respect is that Hamilton actually has EXTREMELY GOOD REASON to feel he couldn’t be trusted in office- there was this whole drama where after New York had a yellow fever epidemic, Burr started pushing this Manhattan water company that would provide clean water to the public, which would be a huge help with yellow fever. He got Hamilton on board with it. But his real plan was actually to sneak in some last minute provisions to the water company bill that basically turned it from a water company to a bank that could complete with Federalist banks. Not only compete with them, but have less restrictions to them. So he basically tricked Hamilton into pushing through a bill that was designed to undermine his own beloved banks. Hamilton was PRETTY PISSED, and I can’t blame him for that. Not to mention, the water company obviously never happened, and other water companies weren’t set up because everyone thought it would be covered- so when yellow fever came back to new york? No clean water, lots of deaths, some of which could have probably been prevented if Burr hadn’t been a greedy asshole.

-Burr showed some signs of regret immediately after the duel, moving towards Hamilton and wanting to talk to him, but he pretty much treated it pretty callously after that. Actually, he want to have breakfast afterwards, and his cousin came to visit and they chatted and HE ACTED COMPLETELY NORMAL AND NEVER MENTIONED HE’D LITERALLY JUST KILLED THE FORMER SECRETARY OF TREASURY. When Burr’s cousin went into town afterwards someone told him what had happened and cuz was like “nah you gotta be wrong i was just with him and he didn’t mention anything like that at all! He seemed completely normal!” then he saw a newspaper and was like “WHAT THE FUCK.”

-he also happily went around sleeping with tons of ladies after the duel and even wrote to Theodosia saying “I actually recommend doing a duel and courtship at same time it keeps ya invigorated” AND WOW WHAT A SUPER APPROPRIATE THING TO WRITE TO YOUR DAUGHTER. Maybe Theodosia was glad to die at sea after reading that. Anyway, the only sign of regret Burr really showed was “the world was wide enough” quote (which might have been a dark joke, but I think there was a grain of truth in it regardless, like Lin Manuel says, who knows).

-Burr was in incredible debt- (so was Hamilton when he died- Eliza’s inheritance from her dad wasn’t enough to cover it but fortunately all of Hamilton’s friends came together and secretly gave Eliza money to cover it which is nice. Jefferson was in SO much debt when he died his entire estate and 200 slaves were all sold to cover it. yeah he didn’t free anyone besides the slaves who were his children in his will, an asshole to the end.) so he left the country to escape creditors in addition to the murder charges and used a pseudonym. 

-Burr also had this weird fucking plan to become emperor of mexico or seize spanish florida or some shit and was plotting it, and he was actually tried for treason because of this! Thomas Jefferson REALLY REALLY wanted Burr to get punished and put all the pressure he could on the Supreme Court to find him guilty and it was test of our constitutional powers- would the supreme court bow down to the president? turns out no, since Burr got off.

-However, he wasn’t unscathed- a SHIT-TON of people close to him died around the time Theodosia died and he was devastated and basically a recluse afterwards (life doesn’t discriminate...) He married a second wife, but she then realized he was fucking terrible with money and was going to drive her into poverty with his shitty land deals (also she was nearly 20 years younger- I wonder if she was counting on him dying and leaving her something and then realized he was going to die and leave her with DEBT instead). So she got- DRUMROLL- ALEXANDER HAMILTON’S SON, ALEX JR, TO DIVORCE THEM. such a asshole move honestly, i gotta respect it, you go girl. Burr might not have been able to tell what was going on though since he was having strokes and stuff. She managed to divorce him JUST IN TIME, on the day of his death.

-honestly i’m most interested in the petty drama of history and how all these people were just behaving like they’re five and fucking up constantly and listening to this biography proved that to me. people are so ridiculous.

[matthewko28]

Morning

*Hetalia fanfic. Something about that time of the month. A common topic followed a common fluffy story.

*One shot! Human AU!! Steady relationship!!! DanxNyo!Sve :)

*De/nm/ark=Mathias Densen, software engineer, his work type is kind of Tsuzaki’s in NiGeHaji (逃げ恥, a Japanese tv drama I like :3); Nyo!Sw/ed/en=Kristina Oxenstierna, family lawyer(solicitor?). I guess they both work in London.

*These settings are just for fun, it’ll not be mentioned a lot in the following story.

*Rating K+ but maybe up to T (or maybe not, I hope so).

*I’m not a native English speaker neither major in law, if there are any mistakes please correct me (in respectful), thanks!

*Disclaimer: I don’t own anything but the story itself.

The alarm clock was going off. Mathias struggled to turn off the annoying sound, turned over to stay on the bed.

It looked like the alarm was nearly broken, he couldn’t hear it clearly even when he was not asleep. If one day he was late to work, it might be reasonable to blame all wrongs on this little junk. Mathias thought, almost falling into dreams, his fingertips touched something smooth and silky. Stroking along the texture, he closed his eyes, grinning with happiness. Mathias then rolled over to the other side, hug and cuddle up to someone whom he shared a bed with, buried his face into the long, straight blonde hair, “Good morning, Krisi, my dear.”

The soft skin and the light natural fragrance he was holding on made he couldn’t help but sigh and nuzzle them again. Mathias guessed, he might be willing to hang around with those annoying clients and insoluble problems constantly for a whole month, just in return for the right to be woken up by his treasure every morning… um not well, it sounds lovely too to have a lazy weekend… they could stay in bed or cook their brunch, they could stay together all day long… hmm it sounds more attractive to him now…

Mathias hummed unconsciously, tightening arms he put around the other one’s waist.

Unfortunately, someone who he was cuddling up could totally feel nothing about his love pouring out from his heart and soul.

“Get away….”

Kristina had turned her back on Mathias since the beginning. She pressed her face to bed, hands slowly moved and covered up Mathias’ though, she just wanted to be released from his crossing fingers, “Don’t touch me, it’s muggy….”

“Pffft, why don’t you answer me another ‘good morning?’”

“I think you’ve been used to it.”

Mathias felt so bored and loosened his grip. The morning kiss failed, the rest he could look forward to was just the most ordinary mode. He sighed again, rolled onto his back and closed his eyes, waiting until his girlfriend get up and pinch his shoulder to urge him prepare for work.

Two minutes passed, their bedroom was still quiet. Mathias almost fell asleep again, but the next minute, he became alert.

Something is wrong. He suddenly realized it.

If it was actually “the most ordinary mode,” he would see Kristina sit in front of her dressing table and wear her hair in a bun before he turned off the alarm. Mathias spent a few seconds thinking back what they did yesterday. It wasn’t the first time Mathias went to sleep earlier than Kristina. In the past a month, Kristina became a little busier than ever, she stayed up late again last night. It was just as usual, the only difference maybe was that she looked more silent but anxious than before? Kristina has been very unhappy when Mathias picked her up. From her office to their home, she kept quiet along the way, kicked off her heels when they just got back home. Oh gosh, she looked so damn unpleasant. Should he feel grateful that his dear Krisi didn’t object to his complaint and office gossip when he was driving?

Slowly, Mathias recalled another strange thing he saw in the early morning, when he woke up to use the bathroom; what on earth are those bloodstains on the shower floor?

Mathias sat up suddenly, turned to look at what happened to Kristina. Kristina was lying with her back turned on him though. She lowered her head, curling up with hands holding her belly tightly.

“Krisi, are you alright?”

He ran a hand through her hair and put the other hand on her body, “Krisi?”

“…I’m fine.” Kristina pushed his hands away gently. Before Mathias asked her more, she got out of bed, found out her glasses and tampon and went to the bathroom. She was slouching and walking unsteadily. Mathias frowned at the nightstand, he could make sure what caused Kristina to be so painful was certainly not the low blood sugar in the morning. The drawer was still opened and the sanitary products inside were so messy. The owner would not allow such a condition happened in usual time.

However, the bathroom door had locked. Mathias had no interest in slapping it then getting another fight. He put the stuff in order, got out of bed lazily, planning to go to kitchen and wash his face.

After he came back, Kristina was still in the bathroom. Mathias opened his wardrobe with humming songs, searching a shirt he preferred today. When he was wearing it, the door was finally opened, “Morning!”

“Mm.”

“Feeling better?”

No one answered.

“Kristina?”

Kristina passed by him, with a work suit in her arms.

Mathias doubted he could stand it.

“Kristina, stop!” He grabbed her arm to let him face her, just found that Kristina was really weak. She looked pale and uncomfortable, keeping pressing a hand on lower abdomen when Mathias stared at her.

“You sure you still have to work today?” He knew his voice was becoming overbearing and aggressive, also assured that his girlfriend despised his behavior in such a case definitely.

As expected, Kristina shook off his hand, “I am running late.”

“No, wait, it doesn’t relate to being late,” Mathias held her back again, but this time he controlled his strength carefully, “I mean…you are having your period, aren’t you? Don’t you take a day off?”

Before Kristina answered, he quickly added, “I think you do need it.”

“I think I don’t need it yet,” Kristina said softly, twisting her body to get rid of his grasp, “besides, I have a client meeting today. I don’t want to stand her up.”

“Does it mean standing her up? Could you both just… reschedule it?”

“No way, it’ll be good to everyone if the case closed as early…ugh!…”

“Kristina!”

Suddenly, a severe pain hit her, making her couldn’t support herself. Kristina knelt down on the floor without precautions, feeling that she just fell into the darkness. She closed her eyes, hearing small noise beside her. Mathias immediately knelt down too, holding her upper body to avoid letting her collapse on the floor.

“Geez, you are trembling…can you walk?”

Kristina looked downwards, after a while she finally nodded slightly.

“Would you get into bed first?” Mathias caught her by the elbow before getting her reply. He was wide awake, being startled thoroughly. In some ways his bad habit of nagging even worsened, “I have told you a hundred times you should lead a normal life but you always say ‘well, another half hour’ blablabla, poor you have a bad luck today. You are such a workaholic, always forget to take a rest or have a meal, well it doesn’t matter, but how can you have no sense of feeling cold? Have I talked about this? Last time I passed by the study room and you almost scared me to death…”

Kristina sat on the bed and pressed her lips together. She touched Mathias’ fingers, slowly wrapped and caressed them.

Mathias’ words offended though, she just couldn’t push his tenderness away; he was trying to massage her belly. Kristina was so disappointed at her bad health status and her tolerance to it. She needed something to balance her mood. Mathias’ hands looked like they could warm up anything, and that was actually she was searching for in the moment.

But, at the same time, this guy was going to nag about the relation between menstrual cycle and making something. Kristina didn’t want to listen to this kind of issue at all, especially when it was the time they just got up.

She rubbed her forehead with a sigh.

“…Mathias, three minutes, could you keep quiet for just…”

“No, I can’t.”

They caught sight of each other, struggling to resist the impulse to roll their eyes.

Still, it’s Mathias who breaks the silence as always. He took a deep breath, turned his hand over and held Kristina’s tightly, “Seriously, do you want to take a leave today? Every time you go to office, you wear your skirt suit – don’t mention your pant suits – your skirt suit and tights and heels and…anything else? Your stoic face? Now you are in too much pain to walk firmly, why you still consider that… you can keep wearing them and working?”

“You assumed that I can’t manage my work.”

“No! I didn’t mean it! I just want you… can’t you…”

Mathias scratched his head in frustration, feeling distressed to express his thoughts properly. Suddenly, an odd sound appeared out of nowhere.

It was a standard default ringtone, ringing out from a work phone, and the cellphone belonged to Kristina.

He felt the hand he was grabbing at twitched slightly.

“Uh-huh, it’s time to work, ja?” Mathias stood up by putting his hands upon his knees. He walked to the end table, unplugged the phone charger and looked back to the bed. Kristina had straightened an arm towards him.

The sound hadn’t stopped yet. It even became louder because of its owner’s setting.

Without any hesitation, Mathias answered the phone call then left the room.

“Good morning! Northcape Law Firm! Densen speaking, how may I help you?”

“Darn it, you…!”

“Ah, sure, I’m her assistant, yes,…”

The door slammed shut.

Kristina put down her pillow. She curled up her body again due to the cramps. She didn’t know if the pain would worsen or not, couldn’t help but moan though she had bitten her lips. She couldn’t make sure it is feeling pain or Mathias’ and her bad tempers that put her in such a difficult position. The silence spread throughout the space, but it would not be better if the silence replaced by an argument.

She hadn’t thought out how could she face him yet.

The door was opened, “Hey, where is your medicine? I didn’t find it in the box,” Mathias carried a tray between his hands and waist. It looked like a little awkward, though, he was trying to prevent the stuffs on it spilling over, “Wait, you have cramps again? Shit… Give me a minute!”

He slammed the door again, walked to the bed in a hurry. Kristina looked up when Mathias put a hand on her belly. The tray was placed on the nightstand. There were two pieces of toast and a mug with steam on it.

She stared at the cellphone beside the food. The phone call had finished.

“Are you alright? I guess you’ve been okay.”

“…My purse,” she refocused, pointing the coat rack, “The painkillers are in my purse, the white packet one.”

“Got it,” Mathias moved his hand from her belly, standing up and searching for the purse. After picked up the small box however, he paused at the door, “would you try to avoid taking them? They’re harmful to your health after all.”

“Of course I know.”

That might be the impatience in her voice which amused him, Mathias started to snicker. Kristina frowned at him.

“What did you mean?”

“Uhm?”

“Assistant,” she picked up her cellphone.

“Oh, I supposed you didn’t want to expose your personal life,” Mathias shrugged, walked back with smile on his face. Kristina didn’t want to get details why this guy laughed so happily, at least, not now.

“It’ll be my pleasure if you allow me to introduce myself as your boyfriend, oh, husband sounds better, you could take over it.”

“Stop kidding.”

“Okay, stop kidding.”

Mathias threw the box into the tray, took out Kristina’s phone when he sat on the edge of the bed, “Then, maybe it’s time to discuss this?” He showed the dark screen to her, as if he was displaying a new product.

She forced herself to not throw her head back or hit his face by the pillow.

“Your client today is… Ms. Palmer? She just called you.”

She nodded.

“She said today there is an activity in school that needs parents’ supporting, so she asked if the meeting rescheduled to the teatime… the time you determined at first was lunch time, right?”

She nodded again.

“I asked her to postpone to a later date, she said okay.”

“Why did you…”

“I SAID, today you are very, very weak and uncomfortable, that’s the only thing I told her. Luckily she could understand it, so she agreed with my suggestion,” quietly, Mathias put the cellphone back on the nightstand, “…I’m sorry for answering your phone call without your agreement.”

She looked downwards when Mathias put his hands on his thighs. His fingers were crossing tightly with nervousness and insecurity.

“I never… I never thought that you were the person who didn’t want to be responsible for your work. I’ve seen all your efforts to the profession since the first time I worked with you. I’ve seen how hard you concentrated on this case. I know you take the client seriously, otherwise you wouldn’t turn on the phone after work. But, if you are tired or sick, it doesn’t matter to take a rest, isn’t it? I just consider that you are tend to keep in good health to finish your work, or, fulfill your promise. After all, this is what you persist for several years…” he opened his hands, having no idea where to place them. He felt a bit of emptiness, “do you recall the case one year ago?”

“…Yes, as you thought,” Kristina moved her hands gently into his palms, “but… whom Ms. Palmer has to raise are twins.”

“Well, got it, one more kid,” he caressed his hair and laughed awkwardly, maybe it was because of the lack of water, “then… if you win the lawsuit, she will have a hard time with her children.”

“I believe she has prepared herself.”

“That’s true, or you wouldn’t take the case.”

She finally smiled in the first time in the morning. It was a small smile but warm and bright. She knew the man who was holding her hands would never ever miss it out.

“I have to apologize too, sorry to keep you worried, it’ll not happen again.”

“Hmmm I hold my reservations about that,” Mathias raised an eyebrow, but he could never keep a straight face for too long. After a few seconds, he started to chuckle, “so you decide to stay at home today?”

Kristina nodded.

“Will you ask Tina to send you another document?”

She suddenly held back a hand then smacked his arm.

“Hey this is just kidding! …Um, not yet, honestly I have a feeling that you’ll tend to do it if… Sorry I am wrong I’ll shut up now,” Mathias grabbed Kristina’s hand, tightening and put it in front of his face, “You know our office is running a project now… but once I finish today’s work, I’ll come home as soon as possible.”

“You are too nervous, it’s not having a baby.”

“Surely we can have a baby! If you want, after these days pass, we can make one imme…sorry,” he blocked the flying pillow, left a light kiss on Kristina’s cheek, “I’ll go to your office first, you know, ask for your leave today… what do you wanna eat? I’ll bring it home tonight.”

“Brownie?”

“Chocolate is prohibited.”

Aw, how rare he could see her childish disappointed face, “Well, then… anything you like, from Françoise’s bakery.”

“Huh, designated store, right?” Mathias scratched Kristina’s palm slightly, “then, Miss Kristina Oxenstierna, my dear lady, your super assistant, Mathias Densen, has thoroughly prepared to finish today’s missions!”

“You engineer have an assistant part-time job?”

Mathias stood up, gave her a wink and managed to dress. Kristina tried to get out of bed and ease herself when her boyfriend was wearing his trench coat. They exchanged a kiss before Mathias went out. The door opened and closed soon. The space indoor gradually sank into the silence and the sunlight.

It was still annoying to endure the uncomfortable and count down until the period passed, however, it was kinda worth to look forward to this time. Kristina wrapped herself in a blanket, put on the mug and sipped the hot drink.

End. Oct. 21. 2017. (translated into English at Mar. 01. 2018.)

(bonus((??)

Dan has called nyo!Fr and ordered some mini apple pies before work. It’ll be on time to pick it up after leaving office X)

*Also on https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12854022/1/Morning

*The origin Chinese version click here (if anyone has interest in :/)

*Ms. Palmer is an OC and yes,  Françoise is nyo!Fr. She was once Kristina’s client but soon they became friends.

[bakubitch]

Can I get the "who" prompt with Shigaraki Tomura, please? Hand man needs some love.

Ofc you can. And Handsman can get all the affection from me that he needs.

Shigaraki Tomura x Reader !

Who…

Who said “I love you” first: You. Those three words were nothing but a stranger to him, he didnt even ever consider them at all. Not mindwise or in voicing out so he is caught by the moment, surprise in those red small irises. Turning his head away shows how abashed Shigaraki is though he wasnt ready to return them yet… But you’re fine with it because he can take all the time he needs - he will learn it and that’s for sure. 

Who would have the other’s picture as their phone background: Neither. If not his face, the young man’s appearance is well known in public and you’d never endanger yourself or him to be caught even if it’s only about such a minor thing. But he appreciates your consideration - btw he doesnt bc he doesnt find it necessary. The real thing can never be beaten anyways - wait does he even have a phone though? 

Who leaves notes written in fog on the bathroom mirror: You. Actually he responds to yours with a “Stop” whenever he comes outside of the bathroom which you’d only laugh at. It doesnt really affect him in any way but he still voices out a “Stop” because your laughter afterwards is something he secretly enjoys. Shigaraki knows, you wont stop.

Who buys the other cheesy gifts : Neither. It’s not a thing in your relationship and you both are really fine with it, only if there is sth special like an anniversary both of you would get something for each other together and that’s more than enough.  

Who initiated the first kiss: Both… kind of ? You had his face cupped gently in your hands while you were talking in the bar in private bc you couldnt resist and grew impatient with the long waiting. Still asking beforehand he had pressed his lips finally to yours - maybe you did advice him to use some lipbalm for once, fancying it with a taste. 

Who kisses the other awake in the morning : Shigaraki does unexpectingly ! Because he wakes up really early mostly and doesnt wanna enchant some danger with his hand waking you up - he won’t ever harm you. You usually poke him awake though. 

Who starts tickle fights : Neither, he is not ticklish and wouldnt be pleased anyways considering his character that you are aware of. And he doesnt wanna make you into a crumbling piece of nothing.

Who asks who if they can join the other in the shower : Shigaraki does when the rare chance occures. You’d always send him a genuine smile, loving the sweet little things he sometimes offer you.

Who surprises the other in the middle of the day at work with lunch: You do, sternly reminding him of taking better care of himself? All he has in his head is villainous stuff and blablabla, he will roll his eyes but nonetheless appreciates you doing this for him. Btw if you are not rlly part in his shady business his crew still has to deal with you appearing. If anyone would dare to lay a finger on you, they 1000% dead. 

Who was nervous and shy on the first date : No one because there was never an official first date in the first place. Things just.. kinda grew between you. But you found yourself being more nervous and shy in the beginning when you had developed a crush on him.

Who kills/takes out the spiders: Neither because Shigaraki doesn’t really care about their presence, only if he’s pissed/annoyed he will crush it between his fingers without batting an eye. You dont touch them. 

Who loudly proclaims their love when they’re drunk: You but he wouldnt comment about it. He keeps it for himself and feels lightly delighted yet would never show the fact to anyone nor you.

Admin Shiro

[sequoiann]

❧ c.vn | the tag

pairing; seventeen vernon x reader

genre; fluff, soulmate!au 

synopsis; everyone her age had found their significant other; their soulmates. after a long, painful period of waiting, she found hers.

word count; 1862 words

I entered the studio, trudging lifelessly to my usual corner and letting my bag slip off from my shoulder onto the floor, not bothering to switch on the main lights. The sub-lights situated at the front of the studio mirror and the back corners were already turned on, so I left it as that. 

I let out a heavy, tired sigh, plugging my phone into the studio’s speaker, letting it blast my usual tracks as I did my warm-up.

I’m Y/N, 19, from the dance club. I’m from LA, but I moved to Korea because of my parent’s work. I was happy with the change. Life in LA wasn’t exactly smooth. My life was pretty dull, so I put my focus on dance — probably the one thing that makes me feel myself. 

I always came to practice two hours early, just to have the space to myself so I could go through my choreography. 

An hour later, the metal door of the studio clicked open, and I didn’t have to look to know who it is. 

Jun — the club president. Also my best friend. He walked towards the corner where I had left my bag lying, and he put his beside mine. I shot him a weak smile, panting from the hectic choreography I just went through.

“Working hard today too, huh?” he grinned, tossing me a bottle of water as he walked over to the speaker switches, turning it off.

“What else could I do?” I muttered, plonking down onto the floor as I leaned against the mirror. He walked over, sitting beside me with his legs stretched out in front. 

“So… You haven’t-”

“Nope,” I interrupted. Jun sighed.

Jun asked me the same question every week — “Have you found him?”

‘Him’ being my soulmate. 

I didn’t mind the fact that Jun kept this up for the past year. He knew how emotionally frustrated I would be sometimes, due to the fact that I couldn’t find my soulmate, and he was always there to provide the support I desperately needed. I couldn’t thank him enough for that. I was usually cheery enough though, trying to think positive that I would find ‘him’ sooner or later.

Soulmates were a symbol of two parties being, literally, made for each other. These two parties would have this tattoo-looking thing on a certain part of their body — called Tags. Soulmates’ Tags would match in colour and symbol. Everyone had a different Tag, only two parties on the entire surface on earth would have the exact same.

Tags fade as you age. They usually disappear by the time you’re thirty or thirty-five, and that’s pretty much the end of the world for that person. Once your Tag disappears, the possibility of you being able to find your soulmate drops to nearly a zero. And you would have to live a lonely life. Ugh.

Nearly everyone our age in this school have found their soulmates. Those who haven’t found theirs — you could count their number with your fingers. And I happen to be in that group.

Not having your soulmate with you at this age is probably the worst thing ever. Soulmates would naturally have the trait of being able to cheer the opposite party up, and they would match and fit like jigsaw puzzles that are side-by-side.

I eyed Jun’s crimson Tag peeking out from under his long sleeves on his wrist, and reached out for it. I pushed his sleeve back, my thumb caressing the opaque Tag. Yes, Jun had found his soulmate too, she’s a really nice girl from the art club. I pictured my half-faded Tag in my mind. My Tag was on the right corner of my waist, and I didn’t let many people see it. Insecurities. 

“Don’t think about it too much. You’re still young, you know,” Jun comforted. I smiled, not looking away from his Tag.

“Yeah.”

Jun’s phone vibrated and he unlocked it, viewing a message or something. I didn’t peek. 

“Hey, look at this,” Jun said, putting the phone in front of my face as I read the text message sent to him by the teacher-in-charge of the dance club.

There will be a new member joining the club today. He’s a transfer. Do take care of him.

I frowned. New member?

“I wonder who,” Jun said, sliding his phone back into his pocket.

The rest of the members from the club came in over the next few minutes, and soon all were present, except for that new guy.

I checked the clock. Five more minutes before he’ll be checked down as ‘late’.

The door burst open then, and a blonde-hair guy came jogging in. 

“Sorry! Got caught up with something,” he said. He looked American. No, he was definitely American. But he spoke really fluent Korean.

“It’s alright, you’re not exactly late. Just come a bit earlier next time,” Jun smiled, before noticing the confused looks on the other member’s faces. 

“Oh right, do introduce yourself,” Jun said to the newcomer who had just placed his bag down at an opposite corner of the studio.

“Of course. I’m Vernon, and you can probably tell, I’m not Korean. I’m from New York, but I’ve lived here since I was a toddler.”

Everyone eyed him, waiting for him the reveal the part that everyone was naturally curious about. 

Vernon chuckled slightly. “No, I haven’t found my soulmate. Not exactly the norm, I know, but I try not to think too much about it.”

Everyone nodded, some giving him sympathetic looks, but welcoming him warmly. Jun and I glanced over each other, giving each other surprised looks.

We carried on with dance practice, and Vernon obviously had dance background. He followed well and caught the steps quick. 

“Ten minutes break, everyone!” Jun announced.

I huffed, sweeping my hair over my shoulders as I walked towards my bag. 

“Hey, umm…” someone spoke in English behind me.

I turned around to see Vernon behind me. 

“Oh, hey!” I greeted back in English, trying to not be awkward. “I’m Y/N.”

“Nice to meet you, Y/N,” he said. “I was just wondering if you’re American? Considering the fact that you can reply me in English.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “I am. From LA.”

“That’s nice.”

I shrugged, picking my bottle up from the floor as I took a sip. “I guess so.”

“And also, if it isn’t too personal..” Vernon trailed off, waiting for permission for him to continue. He knew that I knew what he was going to ask. 

I smiled bitterly. “No, I haven’t found mine either.”

He returned the smile. “So we’re on the same page.”

“Yeah, we are,” I said.

“Do you mind if we walk to the dorms together after practice? I want to know you more,” Vernon said hesitantly. 

“Would love to,” I said, because I wanted to know him more too.

After practice, I greeted Jun goodbye, and he muttered something like “That guy could be him” before we went separate ways. 

Vernon and I started walking towards the dorms, which was just a couple of blocks away from our studio.

“How do you deal with everything? Like, not having your soulmate with you…” I asked. 

He shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s irritating, really. But I distract myself a lot by doing things that heavily occupy my mind.”

I nodded in agreement. “I do that too. That’s pretty much the only thing I can do.”

We continued simple talk all the way to the dorms, asking each other questions that weren’t too personal. We matched well.

“What’s your dorm number?” I asked as we approached the dorm buildings. 

“Building 2. Room 58.”

I raised an eyebrow. “How coincidental.”

“Huh?”

“That’s my room.”

“Wait, it’s possible for guys and girls to mix dorms in this school?”

“Yeah. Kind of,” I said, smiling. “Let’s go!”

Vernon and I grew undeniably close over the next few weeks. He pretty much became my best friend, alongside Jun. We knew pretty much everything about each other after 4 weeks. Everything except for how each other’s Tags looked. I wasn’t planning on showing it to him anytime yet. I didn’t want to have false hopes that he may be my soulmate.

It was already obvious that I liked him. I liked him a lot. So if he wasn’t my soulmate, I can’t even imagine the pain I would feel. I didn’t want to find out his Tag because of this. 

I walked into the dorm, just finishing my classes for the day. It was already 6pm, and Vernon was already in the room when I came in.

“Hey,” he greeted, and I smiled as i placed my bag on my desk.

“Hey.”

“Can I serious-talk?” he asked abruptly.

“I’m awake enough,” I said. “What is it?”

Vernon quickly pulled me to sit on his bed. We both sat down in silence as I waited for him to speak. 

Vernon’s eyes were fixed on the right side of my waist, making me increasingly uncomfortable. Did he see it? There was no way. I always wore clothes long enough to cover my waist.

“I saw it, Y/N,” Vernon said. “Your hoodie rolled up past your waist yesterday night. I climbed up the bunk to ask you something, I didn’t know you were already sleeping.”

I bit my lips, looking away. How was I supposed to deal with this? What if it wasn’t the same as his? What if-

“They’re the same.” Vernon said.

I snapped my head towards him. Did I hear him right?

He rolled up his sleeve on his left arm, revealing his Tag. He’s right. It was the same. His was a black outline of wings, with a turquoise shade surrounding it.

Like mine.

I apprehensively lifted my hoodie, checking the finest details of the Tag and comparing it to his. No mistake — they were the same. 

“Vernon!” I exclaimed, jumping onto him, engulfing him in a hug. 

He laughed, his arms wrapping around me tightly. I never felt so happy in my life. My heart was thumping. I felt like I was going to cry.

“Just for the record, feelings were mutual all this while, Y/N,” he told me. “Jun told me everything. You having a crush on me, blablabla.”

I pulled away, staring at him with wide eyes, before covering my face and falling flat onto his bed. “I’m going to kill Jun.”

Vernon laughed. “I’d like to see you do that, babe.”

“Y/N~! Wake up!” Vernon called, jumping on top of me. I grunted, feeling air get pushed out of my lungs.

“You’re heavy, you asshole! Get off!” I said, pushing him off. He laughed aloud, rolling off me but stayed lying beside me, one arm draped across my waist.

“Don’t jump on me. You may just break my ribs by accident, you elephant.”

“It’s okay, I’ll be at your funeral,” he joked. I laughed and kicked him off my bed.

“You’re mean,” I said, walking off to the bathroom to wash up. He followed me to the sink, wrapping his arms around my waist loosely as he nuzzled his face into my neck. I giggled.

He looked up, resting his chin on my shoulder, looking at our reflection in the mirror in front of us. 

“I can’t believe we’re confirmed soulmates,” he said. “This was all I wished for.”

I smiled and he gently turned me to face him, closing the distance between us as he placed his lips on mine.

We broke the kiss, and I chuckled. “Me too.”

[niklaus-no-mans-son-blog]

This Love is Killing Me || Damon&&Klaus

Klaus: The Hale alpha had moved onto the next person, and Klaus was satisfied with the seeds not so much planted as forcibly grafted into his mind. There, that should get the ball rolling for dear Cora. No one could ever accuse him of not being a team player. He sipped his drink, the grin on his face taking on an amused, almost manic glint to it. Then his next ​date​ sat down across from him, and perhaps mania was too kind a word for the look in his eye. "I think we're a match made in hell, Salvatore. But I'm happy to spend eternity causing you agony, if you'd like. It would do wonders for my temperament," he said with a wicked smile over the edge of his tumbler, the curved glass catching the flame of the candle in the center of the table.

Damon Salvatore: He had to admit that his first date had been a lot more pleasurable than he had expected when he let himself rope in for this whole nonsense. Charlie had been nice to chat with, which pretty much made him forget who else there was present in this room. Not for long though. When he looked at his card and found his next table, he rolled his eyes when he saw who he joined. He put the glass of wine he had brought down a bit too hard, probably, before he sat down opposite the Original Hybrid. "Well, it's good to see you don't even try to keep up appearances. Who do I have to bribe to get away from you as soon as possible?" Those three minutes were going to last a lot longer than he would want them to last.

Klaus: "Get away?" Klaus smirked. "And spoil my fun? Why I don't think so. You know, I made a promise to a mutual friend of ours. Something to do with psychological torture, and ​actual​ torture, of course. Of everyone she's ever held dear, held any kind of affection for, really..." He pondered the words, feeling an incandescent peace settle over him at the prospect of it. "How ​is​ Sweet Elena doing, by the way? Still playing dead? She needn't play, you know. I can give her the real thing," he said, smiling sweetly at Damon.

Damon Salvatore: Great. He was stuck with Klaus, of all people, for the coming time. A Klaus who seemed to be very much in the mood to play around with him, like a cat would play with a mouse. "Why do you think I'd care one bit about your fun? Like that time you showed up to my house? Your threats haven't changed much since then." Torture, death, blablabla... it was all getting old, coming from Klaus. Damon knew the Original could come true on it, but he hadn't done it since he moved to New Orleans. "What's it gonna be this time? Breaking my neck, when just choking me didn't work well enough? Here, in front of everyone who's just trying to have a bit of fun?" He was already afraid Klaus had definitively found out Elena wasn't dead, but he held his hand on the table to make sure he didn't show any reaction on the confirmation of that fact. "Why don't you leave her alone, Klaus. Haven't you done enough to her already?" He chuckled after that and shrugged. "Besides, last time I checked I wasn't her boyfriend. Don't you have the wrong brother for this conversation?"

Klaus: "If you'd' like me to pencil you into my rather busy schedule for some one-on-one bonding time, Damon, you should've just said!" He drawled jovially. "I'll break out my set of antique machetes, and we can get right to it. I should warn you though, they're not in the best shape... rather rusted. Blades are a bit duller than I like...We'll just have to rely on blunt force." Klaus outright laughed at the vampire in front of him. "No wonder the doppelgangers keep choosing your brother, you're so ​dull​," Klaus droned, gulping down his alcohol. Not nearly enough b-negative in it. "Last time ​I​ checked, not being her boyfriend didn't seem to stop you from stalking her across the country. Don't tell me know you've decided to stop watching her sleep."

Damon: "Nah, I think I'll pass.", he frowned. "I've seen enough of you in Mystic Falls to last a lifetime." He tried to suppress a shiver when Klaus was laying out one of the possibilities and where he usually would laugh the threaths away, he was pretty sure Klaus could totally come true on what he had just said. He wasn't really waiting to find out. He shook his head. "Why don't you just stay out of my love life, or that of my brother? It's not like you have any experience on the matter." He had never paid a lot of attention to Klaus' girlfriends, or the absence of them, but when he thought about it, he hadn't noticed one. "I mean, look at you, sitting at a speed date event... are you desperate or something like that? Don't tell me it's just for charity..." He shrugged. "Why does everyone think I came here for Elena? I've lived here before, Klaus. I just came back to revisit old times. It's not like Mystic Falls was a lot fun anymore after you ruined everything." And he wanted to find back Katherine of course... but he wasn't ready to share that with Klaus. Another doppelganger and a mortal enemy of Klaus? No way he was going to make Klaus any wiser on that.

Klaus: Klaus ignored the jibe at his love life. Strains of Aretha Franklin seemed to shiver in his memory, lithe toes stepping on his feet, and... yes. Ignored the jibe at his love life. "I happen to support philanthropy in all it's forms, Damon. Besides, look at us, who am I to pretend I'm too good for fate, hm?" And how he'd so ​love​ to make good on the opportunity fate had plopped in his lap. "Methinks the lady doth protest too much... Quite frankly I don't ​care​ why your in New Orleans, Salvatore. You're here, so you'll make a...captive? shall we say? audience when I sacrifice Elena. This time it will stick, and you will ​w a t c h​ every drop of blood drain from her neck. Let's make it a date, shall we?"

Damon: "You support philantropy as long as it serves you, not longer." He wasn't going to play along this time at the notion that Klaus might be one of the good guys this time, or any time, to be honest. The man was a pest and the sooner he'd be gone, the better it would be. "Us? Trust me, I'd rather be at the other side of the world than share a table with you, charity or not." He was considering walking away, as he had done since the moment fate coupled him with Klaus, but maybe it would be better to just hear the man out, see what he was planning. He shook his head when Klaus kept threatening Elena. No matter how much he was trying to convince everyone around him and himself Elena meant nothing to him, the shiver at his spine, the way fear crept him when Klaus described a possible fate of Elena, told him otherwise. "Really? You are that petty that with all the attractions of New Orleans at your disposal, you still choose to kill a human girl because everything she did was find a way not to die for your greater glory? I'll pass. And I'm pretty sure she won't make time for it either."

Klaus: Klaus picked up a toothpick, rolling the thin wooden needle between his forefinger and thumb as he tuned out Damon's voice. Something about pettiness and glory, he was rather unconcerned about it all. Much more worth his time was Damon's early comment... the ​dare​ to make good on one of his myriad of threats. You know, it ​would​ make this three-minute dirge at least somewhat worthwhile. It wouldn't do to allow one of his inferior to continue this insubordination. A healthy dose of fear went a long way he found... "I'm sorry, you were talking about my greater glory?" Klaus inquired with a smirk. "Rather well documented I should think, though I'd be happy to give you a tour through my personal archives. My influence over Vlad the Impaler's chosen methods of execution remains to date one of my favorite examples," Klaus remembered fondly.

Damon: Damon rolled his eyes when Klaus once again started to boast about whatever he had done in the past. Yes, yes, the guy was evil incarnate, he knew that by now. He didn't need to have it measured out broadly every time he came eye to eye with Klaus, something he preferred not to happen at all. "Is that how you try to rope in all your dates? By telling them all the details about how twisted your mind works? Or do I get the special treatment because I already know how sick you are?" Name dropping some famous figure from the past might work with a human, but when you were almost two centuries old yourself, it kind of lost its greatest appeal. "Or should I have been impressed now because you gave some sick fuck a pole five or six hundred years ago?"

Klaus: The buzzer dinged, and Klaus' laconic smile went razor. "You tell me, Damon." And in a lightning fast movement, had grabbed Damon's wrist, and jammed the toothpick into his ulnar artery, like one would an IV at the wrist, only, perhaps a last less gentle. Examining his work as he let Damon's wrist go, he nodded, satisfied. "Yes, I do think the occasion called for special treatment. Don't seel yourself so short, Damon." He took a sip of his bourbon, then caught himself. "Oh, also, word to the wise, I wouldn't remove that in front of your next date. The arterial spray might be... alarming. Though, it ​is​ the color of the day. Ta ta, now."

Damon: When the buzzer sounded, Damon wanted to stand up, but Klaus was too fast for him. He tried to withdraw his wrist even when he knew the hybrid was too strong for him, so of course he didn't manage. Damon groaned when he felt the wood pierce his skin and lodging itself in the artery, stinging, painful with every move he made. He gritted his teeth. "Fine. You won this round..." If there would be another one, he had to be smarter, better prepared. He cradled his wrist, knowing Klaus was right. He wouldn't be able to get this out and be prepared for his next date. These next few minutes were going to be very uncomfortable. Another thing he had to thank Klaus for... "We haven't seen the last of each other, Klaus...", he couldn't help but say while he walked away, even when he knew it was an empty threat for now.

[ginvera]

deal? deal.

(so. I caved. I broke. I, a good gay child with a shit ton of work to do and five other fics I need to write, wrote the first chapter to a flintwood fic. yup. disclaimers: there’s no like full smut in this but there is a good quantity of gay, like on a scale of 1 to my mother is disowning me this lands at about “just don’t read it in front of her”. also, a lil implied abuse, but nothing extreme in this chapter, and it’s not explicitly described at all.)

Oliver twisted a button on his binoculars, trying to bring Flint into view. For once, he was rooting for his rival; Ravenclaw was unstoppable with their new seeker, and every time they managed to steal the ball, the cup inched another ten points away from Gryffindor. His contraption finally focused on Flint, just in time for Oliver to witness a bludger catch him right on the side of his head. Shit. Flint swung backwards, almost hitting the stands, before he finally regained control of his broom. Oliver zoomed out again, surveying the field. Slytherin was up eighty, but Ravenclaw was basically guaranteed the snitch, what with the preteen idiot Flint was playing for seeker.

Flint regained the ball after a slightly illicit attack on an unsuspecting fourth year, and raced towards the opposite end of the pitch. The way Flint flew- if Gryffindor had three chasers like him, forget about Hogwarts, they could win the world cup in a heartbeat. He veered around two bludgers racing towards him, throwing the quaffle in the same move. Slytherin up ninety. He cut off the toss from the Ravenclaw keeper to the fourth year midair, halfway between the two players, and threw it back at the goalpost in the same breath. Slytherin up a hundred. Oliver refocused on Flint, watching him rip through the sky effortlessly. When they were younger, Flint had been a gawky and misformed sort of boy, with legs and arms thicker than a tree trunk and shoulders slimmer than a model’s waist. Recently, though, that had changed. Flint had evened out somewhat, grown taller for certain, and it seemed as though he had had something done to his teeth. Now he looked sleek, and a bit dangerous.

Someone moved in front of him, cutting off his view, and he heard Jordan announce that Slytherin was a hundred thirty ahead. He zoomed out again. He could tell Davies was nervous now; he was trying a move that he would usually never use in game. Flint dodged the fourth year (Burren? Burton? Burtrow?) and pulled past Davies, winking at him. He was asking for it at this point; Oliver wouldn’t be surprised if Davies just gave in and socked him in the face. Lord knows there had been times Oliver had considered it. Before he had the chance, Flint pulled up and hurled the ball left in one clean cut move. Slytherin up one forty. Davies signalled something to his beaters. It looked like he had abandoned the idea of a fair game and was moving to plan B, otherwise known as “It’s Pretty Easy to be a Better Chaser than an Unconscious Man”. Before any of this could happen, however, the whole dynamic changed; the seekers had seen something. Or, more accurately, Chang had seen something and the little boy was chasing her at top speed. Chang seemed to be hurling herself as fast as possible at the Ravenclaw goalposts until she pulled up suddenly, and reached up with both hands.

“CHANG HAS THE SNITCH! Ladies and gentlemen, she does it again!” Jordan’s voice echoed through the crowds, “Chang has caught the snitch for Ravenclaw, that’s a final score of 350-340 for the our friends in blue! Flint looks rather upset, I suppose losing a quidditch match is sad, although I’m sure anyone would lose if one team was missing six players, oh wait-”

“LEE,”

“Alright, alright professor, a hard fought win for Ravenclaw which leaves us with Ravenclaw first in the rankings, followed by Hufflepuff, Slytherin, and the good old Gryffindors. Thanks for watching folks, always fun to see three confused boys saved by Chang, what a seeker, and with that, the win goes to Ravenclaw.”

Oliver pulled apart his binoculars, putting the pieces into his bag. They were in last place, which was not great, but they were only two games into the season. Gryffindor still had a chance.

“Oliver!” Penelope appeared, seemingly out of nowhere, “You’re coming to the afterparty, yeah? You have to come, Sophie, you know Sophie from the year below us, she got some firewhiskey, and your beaters say they’ve got some food in celebration of beating Slytherin, and Allen, you know Allen from Hufflepuff, he’ll be there.” Penelope winked at this, proud of her achievements in finding one singular boy who liked boys of vaguely the same age as Oliver, other than the one she was already dating. She was well intentioned, and he loved her to death, but just because two gay people end up on the same plane of existence does not mean they are destined for true love.

“Penelope, I know Allen from Hufflepuff, and I’m certain he’s a very kind person and I’m sure there are people who love him, but I sit behind him in Charms and I swear if I hear that idiot talk about household charms and local variation upon spells around the world one more time I will perform an unforgivable curse and you will not be able to forgive me. I’ll go to your party, but if I so much as see Allen from Hufflepuff in my vicinity, you will never see your dearest Einstein again.”

“You wouldn’t dare hurt a cat! Einstein is innocent, he’s never done anything to you.”

Penelope grabbed his arm as he finished packing up his bag, and hauled him in the direction of the celebratory crowds.

-

Marcus kicked his trunk twice before the lock finally popped. He pulled it open, swearing under his breath at the piece of shit trunk. His mother would faint if she ever learned of this; not because of the language, she was quite foul mouthed herself, but because he had kicked Great Great Great Aunt Eugenia’s dearest trunk, gifted to her by the minister of magic himself, passed down the Avery line for generations, gifted to him, the eldest son of the only daughter of Marcus Avery, for whom he was named, blablabla, blablabla.

For now, though, he wasn’t particularly upset to have it. The stubborn lock protected his alcohol stash. Marcus grabbed the bottle of champagne he had saved for tonight. He had planned on getting shitfaced at a Slytherin party, but moping about the castle feeling sorry for himself with a full bottle of champagne as company seemed to present an equal opportunity for enjoyment. Well, it didn’t, but that’s what you get when you lose to the fucking smart book kid clever ass McIntelligent house. Jesus, his dad would be mad when he told him. He popped the bottle, aiming for the family photo on his nightstand, and missing by a few feet.

Time to go celebrate.

-

Oliver spent most of the night hovering around the food, slowly picking away at the chips George had brought. Penelope had returned to him every once in awhile, introducing him to people he already knew or bringing him food he didn’t want, but as the night went on she grew drunker, and by midnight she could be found on one of the Ravenclaw couches, making out with Percy. He checked his watch, figuring if he left now she would be too drunk to notice his early departure. Carefully, he snuck out of the Ravenclaw common room, and followed his favorite path back to Gryffindor. He turned down a dimly lit hallway that was now mostly used for extra books that wouldn’t fit in the library, but which had held his Transfiguration classroom years ago, and collided with another person.

They stumbled backwards, clearly more than a little tipsy.

“Flint? Is that you?”

“You bet it is Wood, Flint and his best pals,” Flint swung around what appeared to be a bottle of liquor, nearly knocking a light off the wall.

“Are you….. Drunk?”

“You bet I am Wood. Want some? It’s my mom’s, so you know it’s probably from France or some shit like that.”

“Sorry, I was heading to bed. Are you okay?”

“Yeah man, I’m great! I got French drunk, and I lost to the book babies! I fucking repeated high school to lose to book babies!”

“Yeah, you’re not okay.” Oliver leaned forward and took the bottle of champagne. “You want to go sit down for a bit?” He pointed at the room next to them.

“I’ll go in there if you give me the French back,” Flint said, pointing at the bottle, “I think it’s expensive or something.”

“Yeah, okay, whatever you say. Come on.”

Oliver unlocked the door with a flick of his wand, and lit the room with another flick. He pushed open the door and strode in, making them a place to sit on top of a box of books. Flint sat down immediately, as if he was glad to have a place to be.

Oliver looked at him hesitantly. He looked a little desperate, and quite a bit like someone who was trying to pretend to be okay. “Listen, Flint,”

“I’m not Flint. My dad’s Flint. He’s Mr. Flint. I mean I’m a Flint yeah he’s my dad but I’m not….. I’m just….. I’m Marcus, okay? Call me Marcus. Call me Mark. My house elf calls me Markie but she’s sixty five and makes me brownies and you haven’t earned that one yet.”

“Right. Okay. Marcus.”

Oliver studied him for a second longer, searching for something to say. “You weren’t bad today. I mean, you were good, you know. You’re a good chaser. A great one, at that.”

Marcus looked up at him, “You think so? I mean, I lost. I’ve been flying for my whole life, my dad taught me when I was five, and I lost.”

“You know, quidditch is a team sport. You can be a damn good chaser and still lose all the time if no one else is giving it their all.”

“Yeah, but I’m the captain, and I lost. It’s on me.” Marcus looked up at Oliver, and seemed to feel bad for a moment. “It’s fine man, I’ll beat you next time,” he said, pulling up a crooked smile. Oliver caught on.

“Like hell you will Flint. You seen Spinnet this year? That girl can move like the wind.”

“Marcus, and yeah I’ve seen her move, but trust me, I’m better.” Marcus leaned in to Oliver. His eyes were a little red around the edges, but the irises were a deep brown, sweet like honey, glowing like gold. Oliver found himself unable to look away. Marcus continued, “You seen my moves this year?”

“I’ve seen your moves this year, Flint, but don’t worry, they won’t matter if I’m there to block them.”

“Marcus, and trust me, you can’t block this new thing I’ve been working on. I scored three hundred on Ravenclaw today with it, you really thing the chosen one can catch fast enough to stop me?”

“Flint, I swear, there is no way you will be able to beat my team. We could kick your ass, even twice as drunk as you are right now.”

“Marcus, and you’ll regret those words next Saturday.”

“Really? Fine. Gryffindor wins and you have to do whatever I say all of Sunday.”

“Deal.”

“You’ll regret that one, Flint.” They were centimeters away now, both of them grinning wildly.

“Marcus.” Marcus leaned forward ever so slightly. If Oliver so much as inhaled, he swore they would be touching. Their eyes were locked. The room was completely silent, filled with shelves of untouched and ancient books, the two of them facing each other, and Oliver swore he could hear Marcus’s heartbeat.

Oliver pulled back a bit. He didn’t want to push his luck too far. “What, are you going to fucking kiss me?” he choked out, forcing a laugh to lighten the tension.

-

Marcus kissed him. Jesus fuck, he was drunk, but that didn’t change much either. Oliver had always been beautiful, had always been strong, had always been tempting, he had just never been right there the way he was now. He leaned forward, pushing, but Oliver pulled back.

“I’m sorry, I’m drunk, you’re just…” Marcus was aware he was still staring at Oliver like an artist at the Louvre, but he couldn’t bring himself to look away.

-

Oliver kissed him. He had been surprised at first, but now this was all he wanted, all he could think about. Oliver leaned in, parting Marcus’s lips with his tongue. Marcus made no protest, instead just pulling him closer, pressing up against him, closer than Oliver had ever been to anyone ever before. Oliver pushed his hands through Marcus’s hair, up Marcus’s shirt, everywhere and anywhere he could reach. One time, when he was a fourth year he had gotten into a fight with Marcus and they had ended up wrestling on the floor. This was oddly similar, but god was it better. Marcus pulled back and started unbuttoning his shirt, pausing between each button for a kiss. The shirt went, then the undershirt, then Oliver’s. Marcus pushed him back against another box, holding him down, kissing, pulling, pushing. After a few minutes of this, Marcus’s hand slipped lower, and Oliver pulled away.

“No.”

Marcus stopped immediately, sitting back up. “I’m sorry, I just…”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just, you’re drunk, and god I want to but I don’t- I’m not going to- you’re drunk.”

They just looked at each other for a few seconds, both breathing heavily. They were still close enough that if Oliver leaned forward they could be kissing again in a second.

A smile spread across Marcus’s lips. “Does that mean when I’m not drunk, we could do this again?”

“New deal, Marcus. You win next Saturday, I’m yours on Sunday. Same way around if I win. Deal?”

“Deal.”