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[whatsmyisyours]

The reason Wayne is snapping whoever.

WAYNE SNAPS

[rafecameronsgun]

☯︎ THIS IS HOW I IMAGINE RAFE CAMERON’S PSYCHO GF ☯︎

✫ wears leather jacket

✫ lips are always red

✫ LOTT of tattoes and piercings on your nipple,clit…

✫ wide eyeliner

✫ has teeth gem

✫ dark hair

✫ very freaaky

->

“i wanna touch you”he pants as he flexes his thighs beneath your ankles struggling to not buck his hips upwards.

->

“…and then she bit on my balls and i…”kelce continuing his story telling while you are sitting on rafes lap,your long nails playing with the back of his head while you are listening. and thats when you catch a blonde blue eyed girl who is giggling to her friends while looking at YOUR man across the room,whispering to them something which they are agree to.

->

you stand up and go ahead to the girl’s,cigarette you smoked is between your fingers,still burning.“he is hot,isnt he?”you ask,stopping right in front of her face,smoking your cigarette and blowing it all onto her face. rafe is watching this scene with poker face because he knows he cant tell you to “stop,its okay” or”ur crazy,leave her alone” or anything like that because he knows u wouldnt care,so he just watches you. the girl stands in shock,her expressions frozen before you dig the burning cigarette into her forearm,making her shout in pain.

-> rafe is obsessed with your teeth gems,when you smile and it reflects he feels like he cant fall in love with you more.and when he sees it while you cum with mouth wide open,he cant help but moan out at the sight of it.

-> you like to play with him. always playin with him,making him crazy over you. you would flirt with him in public like extremely being flirty and when he wants to take you to the bathroom u refuse”just jerk it out if you need it so bad,its your fault you take jokes so seriously”

->you checked his phone last week and you saw a message from a girl. you didnt know who she is or what seh wants because the text was just “hey” so you checked her profile,stalked her a bit and then you recognized who she is. she is a kook, a kook you have been friends with till 8th grade. as weeks went by you met her a lot “accidentally”. like whenever you went out with rafe,she was “accidentally” always near. you suspected her,and when you found out you were right,you kidnapped her and buried her under the ground alive with her limbs chopped. and when rafe saw the news in the tv about her disappearing you were like”oh shit poor girl!!”sarcastically,which made rafe shake his head,he knows that whatever happened to her its probably connected to you.

->making deals for fun.like “whoever cums first gets the last line of the coke”

->you always cares shis body,always touching him. you have long nails,not too long but long enough to make rafe beg you to scratch his back with them.

✯ when it comes to date night ✯

->you sign up for illegal motorcycle/car races that takes place near the harbour. smoking weed,being drunk before racing. its dangerous and the fact that you two could die together makes it even more exciting.

->you smoke weed while going around the graves and making scenarios about how each people died.and then it ends up fucking in the grass.

you do anything that connects with sex and danger.

✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯ ✯

->sharing a cigarette after a slow sex session at 3am and talking about life,how your family traumatized you then comforting each other with a longgg makeout session.

->watching horror movies

->when rafe sees someone staring at you for too long he slips his hand under your mini skirt,hoping everyone is watching you. he slids his middle finger under thong,touching your pussy which makes you moan out. he smirks,looking straight into the guy’s eye.

->making him listen to rock/metal songs. he is like “turn this shit off,my head hurts from it”and the next time you check his phone you find the songs in his playlist. you giggle but dont say a word about it.

@ci4ras @rafescurtainbangz @sadfury

[bagerfluff]

How About A Movie Night?

Percy Jackson x Non-Binary Half-Blood Reader

Prompt - Sickness

“Percy, are you sure this is a good idea?”

You asked for what felt like the tenth time. You see, Percy had decided to take you on a date. A nice gesture, really, but he took you to a lake nearby Camp Half-Blood. But it was the middle of winter so the lake was frozen over so it was a big ice rink.

Percy had brought skates and wanted to skate on the ice with you. You thought it was a good idea. You and Percy did this a couple years ago and you both loved it. But now you are rethinking it.

You placed your foot on the ice and it did not feel strong enough to hold your or Percy’s weight. You had asked Percy if this was safe multiple times but every time he said it was, but you weren’t sure.

“It’s fine Y/n”, Percy said.

You looked over from the ice to Percy. He was sitting on a nearby log putting on his skates. Percy had on some jeans, a winter coat, and a blue beanie. Percy looked adorable. You walked over to Percy and sat down next to him, not touching the skates that Percy had brought for you.

“The ice isn’t safe. If you really want to ice skate then we can go somewhere else”, you tried to reason with Percy. “But we're already here”, Percy said back. Looking from his skates to you. You looked at the ice. What if Percy fell in? Percy would be fine, he could breathe underwater, but he might get hypothermia.

You pulled on your fingerless gloves as you watch Percy stand up and slowly walk to the ice. You stood up and followed behind you but you stopped when the dirt turned to ice. Percy walked out onto the ice and slowly started to skate around.

You watched and you blushed as Percy skated around. He looked like an angel as he skated around. Percy was so graceful when he skated. He was careful and paid attention, like a figure skater. You wondered how Percy learned to do this.

You were good at skating but not as good as Percy. Your human parent used to take you figure skating when it got cold enough. You wondered if Sally did that for Percy. You smiled as you placed your hands in your pockets.

You were still scared but the worry was melting away when you watched Percy. Percy stopped skating, he stood about five feet onto the ice. Percy had a smile on his face and his face was red from the cold. Percy flashed you his famous smile and waved at you. “See N/n! The ice is fine!” Percy yelled at you.

You shook your head. You were about to say something when you heard cracking. You and Percy looked down at the ice to see cracks in it.

Right below Percy.

“Oh shi-”, Percy didn’t have time to finish his sentence since he fell through the ice. “Percy!” You yelled, fear flowing through you. You placed a foot on the ice but it cracked more. You were barely able to pull your foot away before the ice cracked.

You looked out onto the ice to see Percy laying on the ice. “Percy! Crawl!” You yelled at him. Percy already looked blue and he was shivering. Percy looked up and slowly started crawling to you. You kept yelling at Percy to keep him awake.

Once Percy was close enough you pulled Percy off the ice. You crouched down next to Percy and pulled him into your lap. He was freezing. You could see that his lips were a light shade of blue and that he was shivering.

It wasn’t that cold.

The ice had formed a few days ago when it was cold enough. But now it has warmed up a bit. You lifted Percy up and removed his jacket. Staying in a wet jacket is bad, it’s better to take it off.

You then removed Percy’s shirt, normally you would fawn over Percy’s chest but you had to focus. You placed the wet clothes somewhere else then you removed your jacket.

You placed one Percy as well as your gloves, you really wished that you hadn’t brought fingerless ones. You removed Percy’s beanie, his now wet hair was stuck to his head. You let Percy go and ran over to your bag. You had brought some ambrosia but you weren’t sure if it was going to work.

Well it was better than nothing.

You ran back over to Percy and picked him up, you placed him in your lap. You shivered when Percy made contact with your legs and chest but you ignored it. You supported Percy’s head with one hand and held the bottle of ambrosia to his lips.

Percy opened his mouth and you let him drink a little before lowering the bottle. “You feeling better?” You asked. Percy looked better but you should probably get him to camp. Even though you and Percy decided not to be year round campers you were sure that Chiron would let Percy into the infirmary.

Percy nodded before quietly saying, “Guess you were right”. You smiled down at Percy before holding him tighter to your chest. Percy smiled, “You know the only reason I really wanted to do this with you is because we haven’t spent a lot of time together”, you nodded.

You and Percy have both been busy with life, mortal and half-blood. You had missed Percy and it seemed like Percy missed you too. “Then how about when you get better he can have a movie night?” You asked.

Percy smiled up at you before leaning into your chest and closing his eyes. “Hey hey. No. You can’t fall asleep”, you tapped Percy’s cold cheek. Percy looked at you and pouted.

He looked adorable.

“But I’m tired”, Percy whined out. Percy sounded like a child. You let yourself laugh a little. But if Percy was getting tired that wasn’t good. You stood up and placed Percy on the ground.

You walked over to your bag, you criticized Percy for not bringing a bag when you guys got here, but now you were happy that he didn’t. You zipped up and picked up your bag, tossing both straps over your shoulders.

You walked back to Percy and crouched down. You put your hands under Percy and picked him up, princess style. When you looked at Percy he had his eyes closed and you could feel that his breathing was slow.

You cursed under your breath and started moving to Camp Half-Blood, as fast as you could.

When Percy woke up the first thing he noticed was how warm he felt and the weight on his legs. Percy opened his eyes and noticed that he was in the infirmary. Percy sat up and looked around.

There was one kid, Percy didn’t know their name, that was sorting through something. Percy looked down at his lap to see you laying on him, asleep. Percy smiled but then he remembered that happened. Percy made a note to listen to you next time, if you ever let him ice skate again.

Percy brought his arm out of the blanket to see that he was wearing a long sleeve shirt. Percy also realized that he had two blankets. One was silver, the other light blue and thick.

Percy brought his hand to your hair and slowly started running his hand through it. You slowly opened your eyes and brought a hand up to rub them.

You looked over at Percy and you smiled when you noticed he was awake. “Percy!” You yelled, startling the Apollo kid, and you tackled Percy into a hug.

Percy hugged you back.

“Hey Y/n”, Percy said and you pulled away. You kissed Percy before muttering, “You better not scare me like that again Seaweed Brain”. Percy smiled before nodding, “does this mean we get a movie night?” Percy asked and you laughed.

“Yes love”, you kissed Percy again, “just as soon as you get better”. 

[kylesvariouslistsandstuff]

D23 feature animation reveal stuff, sans MUFASA, that I'm most excited for and the least excited for:

HOPPERS (Pixar, Spring 2026, likely 3/6/2026): Pixar's next original, from WE BEAR BEARS creator Daniel Chong. Sounds absolutely wacky and fun, more in line with the looser likes of LUCA and TURNING RED. More "what if someone did this wacky cartoonish thing", less "what if that universal thing you've known as a child was some kind of factory?". Kinda like how early Pixar used to sometimes do, for every TOY STORY and MONSTERS, INC. there was an A BUG'S LIFE or FINDING NEMO. Just straight up animal stories and people existing and such.

ELIO (Pixar, 6/13/2025) - I've been on board this one from the word-go, as I can't pass up a colorful space adventure made at Pixar. Even with the pushback, and subsequent director change, I'm still there. Domee Shi returning to the director's chair is exciting enough, as TURNING RED is probably my favorite film to have come out of Pixar in a while. Madeline Sharafian directing with her is also exciting, because I really dug her BURROW SparkShort. I think they'll both bring a unique perspective to this galactic tale, while keeping true to what former director Adrian Molina started. Will need to see more, especially of what the new directors have in mind, because all we have for now is the old pre-switch teaser.

INCREDIBLES 3 (Pixar, TBD) - That's right. I love the world of THE INCREDIBLES, and I'm more than game to go back. I just hope Brad Bird actually directs, because "developing" could mean anything. I remember that sort-of unclearness when INCREDIBLES 2 was first announced roughly four years before release, it seemed like Bird was only writing until it turned out that he was back in the director's chair as well. If not, I'll be curious to see who fills the suit. Not like someone *can't* pull it off anyways, for INSIDE OUT 2 was directed by Kelsey Mann and not Pete Docter, and I quite liked that one. Ditto some of the other Pixar sequels not spearheaded by the original films' directors.

ZOOTOPIA 2 (Disney Animation, 11/26/2025) - ZOOTOPIA is one of my favorite recent WDAS movies, and the world created in that picture is one I'm really excited to go back to, especially with the additions of reptiles and aquatic animals. I'm a little bit skeptical because it seems the original's director and creator, Byron Howard, isn't really involved? Jared Bush, co-director of the original, is seemingly director here. Not confirmed, but he's been doing all the talking. I'm sure he'll nail this one, and what we've seen of it promises the same witty detective story stuff and attention to detail that made this animal world unique.

UNTITLED ORIGINAL (Disney Animation, 11/25/2026) - Well, since we know nothing about it, and who for sure is directing... I mean, this could be that rumored Middle Eastern fairy fantasy directed by Suzi Yoonessi, or it could be something hitherto unannounced. Very odd still that they didn't say what this was, but I suppose it's as expendable as any other non-sequel, and could be cancelled at last minute. WDAS, I feel, is being run very weirdly under Jennifer Lee. What I heard of WISH and FROZEN II's production, the big shakeup on RAYA AND THE LAST DRAGON, and me feeling the films have mostly been just kinda... Fine, and a little toothless, this one's admittedly not too high on my list at the moment. I'd have to know what it's about first before I can properly evaluate it. If it is the fairy movie, then it'd probably be a few clicks up, because the premise of that is intriguing. Again, I gotta know more than just Untitled, haha.

TOY STORY 5 (Pixar, 6/19/2026) - So tricky for me... On the one hand, you have TOY STORY veteran Andrew Stanton at the helm, the first time he has directed a TOY STORY picture. The army of deluded Buzzes sounds like fun, even though that basic idea has been used across pretty much all of the movies. (Even in TOY STORY 4, where Buzz consults his button-press sayings for advice.) On the other hand... Well, I'm still wondering how they'll get Woody back into the fold since TOY STORY 4 was the big epic goodbye. I'm still kinda banking on him paying visits to Bonnie's house every once in a while, whenever the carnival comes back into town. I also don't think Stanton is gonna simply give us a "phone bad" movie. Like how TOY STORY 4 did with Forky, maybe this series will find a unique new way to present electronics. Maybe they too can be sentient? Or apps on them? Like, I can picture the toy gang talking to a character in a kids' app on Bonnie's iPad. Kind of in a WRECK-IT RALPH manner. That is, if they go that direction. There's potential, but I'm not as excited for this one as some of others, as it will have been the fifth movie in the series. Pixar's first family is pretty much just here to stay, really.

MOANA 2 (Disney Animation, 11/27/2024) - The new trailer got me more excited. Looks to promise an epic scope and the same fun tone, and the idea of a speaking nature-based villain I think is really neat. A fun contrast to Te Fiti/Te-Ka, who didn't speak, and was rightfully angry because of Maui's actions. (Thus affirming my thesis that he's the actual villain of MOANA.) This baddie just seems straight up bad, but we'll see, they could have a solid reasoning for being a violent storm! (And I'm sure that will anger everybody who pines for a Renaissance era-esque meanie.) Anyways, being that it's a WDAS movie, it could still get focus grouped to the moon and back and end up being far from what it could be, but I'm looking forward to seeing the characters again.

FROZEN III (Disney Animation, 11/24/2027) - The Eyvind Earle-esque concept art is quite beautiful, and I like the idea of these films being based on the individual seasons, but... In execution, I think they're pretty much alright, they certainly have their moments. I was never really all that huge on FROZEN, despite really digging certain elements of it. I went into FROZEN II not expecting much, and weirdly got more out of it than most people did. So, FROZEN III... I can take it or leave it, if it's going to be the usual mix of stuff I like and the stuff I don't care for, and that same resistance to go hard with such a concept. I apply the same to the inevitable FROZEN IV... Hey, why does FROZEN get a trilogy, let alone a quadrilogy, before FANTASIA? FANTASIA 2006 and 2023 should've been things, damn it.

[randomwritingguy]

The Myth of Y/N (Korra x Reader) Part 27

THE TRUTH SEER

NO-ONE’S POV

“That was a disaster!” Ghazan barks out, sliding down against the rough, rocky wall. “We failed.”

There, sitting in the small enclosed dead-end cave that was their hideout, the Red Lots were fuming with frustration and disappointment.

Their attempt to kidnap Avatar Korra at the city of Zaofu was a complete failure.

No, not a failure. An utter disaster.

They planned it out so well. Took every single detail into account, every possible scenario, every possible difficulty that can occur. It was a fool-proof.

And yet, here they are. Here they are back in their hideout, returning from the city of metal with nothing but their pride and confidence wounded.

“We will have future opportunities.” P’li assures her friends, trying to be the optimistic one in the group. “We will have another chance soon enough.”

“Yeah, right.” Ming-Hua sarcastically retorts, clearly not sharing the optimism.

“We will.” P’li insists.

Silence falls. The room is thick with infuriation and melancholy.

“What I don’t understand is how we failed.” Ghazan grumbles, clearly still upset for how the events have turned out. “Our plan was perfect.”

“We were misled.”

The three members of the Red Lotus turned to the source of the voice who has their full attention like a moth to the flame.

Standing at the mouth of the cave facing the starry night sky with a crescent moon, hands clasped behind his back, was their friend and leader.

“Aiwei told me we would not face any problems seizing the Avatar.” Zaheer continues with tightness evident in his speech. “His arrogance and blunder have compromised us.”

A loud snort emits from Ghazan. “You can say that again.”

P’li, on the other hand, frowns slightly in concern. There’s something about her lover’s voice that is off. Something has spooked him.

“There’s more, isn’t there?” The combustion bender pushes. “Something happened there.”

It was a statement. Not a question.

Zaheer closed his eyes, deep in thought.

“Yorru?!”

Interesting. Very interesting.

So, they meet again.

“The Avatar has an airbender amongst her friends.” He finally responds. “I fought with them just before we escaped.”

“Yeah, I saw.” Ming-Hua says with a hint of confusion, not slightly sure where this is going. “So, the Avatar has an airbender too. They didn’t seem to be very special.”

Zaheer opens his eyes, finishing his replay of their first meeting in the Spirit World.

“We have met before.”

He doesn’t need to turn to their direction to know that his friends are surprised.

“When?” P’li asks, still shocked by the bombshell that was placed upon them all.

“A few weeks ago.” Zaheer explains. “Just before Harmonic Convergence. I found them in the middle of a forest in the Spirit World trying to find Wan Shi Tong’s library. I introduced myself with a fake alias and guided them to it.”

“Did you know they were friends with the Avatar?” Ghazan asks.

Now, that is the question.

When Zaheer saw the young wonderer garbed in Southern Water Tribe clothes in the Spirit World so soon before Harmonic Convergence, he did have suspicions. These rose when the young stranger mentioned being separated from their friends. Did he suspect that they were affiliated with Avatar Korra? That was one of them, yes. But that’s all it was. A suspicion.

A suspicion he should have listened too.

“The thought came to me.” He finally answers, calm and cool as ever. “However, I couldn’t be certain.”

Ming-Hua raises her eyebrows slightly. “And I take it when you two fought, you were recognised?”

The look on their face when they saw Zaheer in Zaofu immediately springs to his mind. Their widen eyes, their dropped jaw, and their frozen stature. He can imagine he probably looked similar.

“Yes, I was.” Zaheer confirms, gazing down at the floor. “It’s possible they know of our intentions as well.”

“What?!” They all exclaim.

The memory of their exchange returns once again.

“I am worthless to the eyes of corrupt leaders of the nations. But here? Here, I feel more alive than ever."

The moment those words left his lips, he knew he said too much. His first conversation with someone who wasn’t a White Lotus Guard after thirteen long years made him talkative. Too talkative.

“Despite using a fake alias,” Zaheer begins slowly. “I revealed my disdain for corrupt leaders. It’s possible they might link it to our motives.”

“Great.” Ghazan sarcastically groans. “Another problem. Just terrific.”

Not necessarily, Zaheer thinks to himself. Perhaps, an opportunity.

He remembers their similarities in their discussions. They both liked the Spirit World and had a deep interest in the Air Nation. Who knows? Maybe, they might have more similarities than meets the eye.

Now that the Avatar’s friend has airbending, they would most likely become an Air Nomad. They did express interest in becoming an Acolyte, after all. A monk of the Air Nation would be a step above.

Unless…

“What was their name anyway?” P’li asks him.

Finally, Zaheer turns to face his friends.

“Y/N.”

Unless, of course, they learn more of their shared similarities. Maybe, just maybe, they might listen for what he has to say.

There’s a high chance of failure. They are friends with the Avatar. They won’t betray her so easily.

Still, the idea is all too intriguing to not be at least pushed forward.

Their top priority is Avatar Korra. But Y/N?

They are a close second.

A close second that Zaheer is very interested in.

TIME SKIP

Y/N’S POV

The very next day we began our investigation.

Korra made a full recovery from the toxins that Zaheer and his friends subjected her to. I have mostly healed but my back does ache a little every now and again. Still, it’s better than nothing.

Now we have all rested from the attack on Zaofu, we have started interrogating the guards one by one.

It’s a simple but rather genius method. Thanks to Aiwei being able to detect lies, our process of elimination was a simple thing. First was Kuvira, the Captain of the Guard. She, obviously, wasn’t guilty. Then over and over the guards came with each of them providing their alibies and explanations. So far, we have nothing but innocent people.

And now…

“What was I doing last night?” Varrick repeats Aiwei’s question. Despite being under interrogation, he displays no trace of fear or worry. On the contrary, he was as excited and flamboyant as ever while his assistant, Zhu Li, I think, standing coldly and still right behind him. “Same thing I always do. From nine to ten, I checked my body for ticks. Lyme disease is a serious killer.”

…what?

Then, suddenly, he stands up with one leg on the chair and begins…exercising?

“Then I did my nightly Varrick calisthenics, followed by thirty minutes of breath holding.” The businessman explains whilst showing us exactly what he was doing. “I filmed the whole thing if you want to watch it.”

Um…

I glance to my left and I see Aiwei with a hand on his head, clearly looking tired, Korra holding back her laughter with her hand, Mako pinching the bridge of his nose in annoyance, and Suyin has both of her hands clasped in front of her mouth, clearly disturbed by the whole ideal.

Yeah…

Glad to know I’m not the only one having a unique reaction from Varrick’s…explanation.

After Aiwei dismissed Varrick and his assistant, we are now all left alone.

Well, this is great. So far we have no luck.

“Maybe it wasn’t a guard after all.” Lin speaks up. “Maybe it was someone a little higher up the food chain. Aiwei, why don't you question Su?”

WHAT?!

“Don’t be ridiculous, Lin!” I bark out angrily. “Why would Suyin intentionally let Zaheer and the others into Zaofu?”

Suyin, however, seems completely unfazed by her half sister’s accusation. “No, it is fine. I’ll gladly be questioned. I have nothing to hide.”

She walks by the table and sits opposite of Aiwei with utmost of confidence.

Aiwei, slightly uncomfortable, begins the questioning. “What is your full name?”

“Suyin Beifong.” The matriarch answers without hesitation. “I’m the daughter of Toph and the only sister to Lin, and I had nothing to do with the attack last night.”

“She is telling the truth.” Aiwei tells Lin immediately after Suyin answered his question.

Korra just sighs in frustration. “This is a waste of time! Just bring in the guard.”

I agree. This is pointless. Let’s hope we get more success with the next one.

The guard enters and sits down opposite the truth seer without question. He is quite young, probably roughly around my age.

“Give me your name and tell me where you’re from.” Aiwei instructs the guard.

The young man does as he asks. “I'm Hong Li. I was born and raised here in Zaofu.”

Aiwei continues. “Do you have any knowledge of the people who tried to kidnap the Avatar?”

“No.”

Unlike the previous times, the truth seer stiffens. What?!

“Did you help the attacks enter Zaofu last night?”

“No, of course not.”

“You’re lying.”

WHAT?!

Shock spreads all across Hong Li’s face. “What?! No, I’m not.”

Suyin ignores his words as he marches right up to him, pure rage and hatred emitting from each of her steps, and grabs the guard by the armour and slams him against the wall with a strength twice her size! “How did they get in and out?! Where are they now?!”

The shock painted across the guard is now replaced with genuine fear. “I don’t know! I’m telling you, I didn’t help them!”

I frown slightly as I observe him. He looks way too young to be affiliated with them. Zaheer and his friends were imprisoned for thirteen years. When would they have the time to recruit some kid and why him of all people? Surely, it would be wiser to recruit someone with more experience? Plus, the shock and fear from Hong Li looks too genuine to be fake.

Suyin, however, doesn’t see it that way. “You’re a traitor to the entire clan!”

“Wait, wait.” I speak up, moving closer to the two. “Something about this isn’t right.”

The matriarch shifts her attention to me, frustration evident in her glare. “Aiwei said he was lying! He is the traitor!”

“I’m not!” Hong Li shouts, clearly having lost all composure and calmness in the situation. I can see tears at the edge of his eyes. “I swear, I’m not!”

I gaze at the guard. “How old are you, Hong Li?”

“Eighteen!”

That young?! That makes it even more unbelievable!

I turn back to the others, confused looks across their features. “Don’t you all think that’s strange? Zaheer and his friends were locked up for over a decade. How and when did they have the time to recruit someone so young?”

“You do have a point.” Mako agrees, holding onto his chin in a thoughtful look. “That does seem a little odd.”

Aiwei, however, still looks unconvinced. “With all due respect, Y/N, but I am the truth seer here. I felt Hong Li was lying. I suggest we investigate his home.”

Hm.

“I agree.” Korra says and begins walking to the exit. “Come on.”

TIME SKIP

“I got something!”

The urgency in the firebender’s voice grabs all of our attentions from an intense focus on examining Hong Li’s home.

There, in Mako’s hand, is some sort of note. “It looks like it’s from them. “Team assembled. Ready to rendezvous”

Hm.

Then, I see Asami handing some sort of book to Aiwei. “And look at this.”

After a quick examination of the book, the truth seer realises what it is. “These are the guards' logbooks. All their schedules and routes are in here.”

Hm…

“That guard knows everything.” Korra declares. “We have to get him to talk.”

Mako seems to agree with this too. “Let’s go confront him with this evidence right now.”

“No.”

Huh?!

We all turn to Aiwei, confusion amongst us all.

What does he mean with no?! Why not?!

“Let’s give him little time to sweat it out.” He clarifies. “He will talk eventually.”

And, just like that, he simply walks away.

A growing pit in my stomach begins to emerge.

The truth seer’s behaviour seems very…suspicious.

Before we head out of the room, I stop my friends.

“Something isn’t right.” I tell them with complete seriousness.

Mako nods. “I agree. I don't understand why we can’t talk to him right now. The longer we wait, Zaheer and his friends get further away. Plus, like you said, they were locked up for thirteen years and Hong Li’s only eighteen and has lived in Zaofu his entire life. When did they have time to recruit him?”

I hum in agreement. The more we talk about this, the more it seems so suspicious.

“I don’t know, but we saw all the evidence.” Korra says, clearly unsure about what Mako and I are saying. “It’s pretty overwhelming.”

“Too overwhelming.” I retort.

“What do you mean?” Asami asks.

I pace around the room, hands clasped behind my back. “I mean, how did a random guard, a very young one no-less, was able to obtain a book of all the guards’ logbooks? And Hong Li had the entire night to dispose of the evidence and yet left all the evidence that could incriminate him in his home that can easily be found. If you’re helping orchestrate an attack, the last thing you want is having some loose ends. It seems like all of this has been planted to frame him, like Varrick did with Mako.”

“You’re right.” Mako agrees. “Hong Li is the fallback.”

“But for who?” Bolin asks with anticipation.

Mako and I share glances. We both have the same suspect.

“For the only person who can truly keep a secret: Aiwei.”

TIME SKIP

This is bad.

This is really, really bad.

But necessary.

“Let’s just be quick.” I tell them as we walk right into the truth seer’s home.

It took some hesitation initially but we all decided to investigate to see if there is any evidence that could support our theory.

The theory that it was Aiwei who let Zaheer into Zaofu.

I really hope this isn’t true but the suspicions are too high.

We start looking around for a few minutes, examining each and every corner, object, painting, you name it. Asami did find one book but it was completely blank. Korra and I hadn’t found anything of interest.

The sound of scraping metal catches all of our attention.

Mako, the bright and brilliant detective that he is, found something. A secret entrance behind a bookshelf!

“What’s down there?” Korra asks aloud as we all peer down to total blackness.

“Could be a storage cellar.” Bolin suggests.

“Or it could be how Zaheer got in and out.” Mako counters with a more convincing argument.

That’s got to be it!

I see Asami’s face morph from curiosity into panic. “Aiwei’s coming back! Quick!”

SHIT!

We all manage to pull back the shelf back to its original position but before we can even have a chance to leave, the truth seer enters with frustration painted across his features.

Uh oh.

“What are you doing in my house?” Aiwei asks us, annoyance present in his voice. “You are trespassing on the property of one of the highest-ranked officials in the city. You'd better have a good explanation.”

At the corner of my eye, I see Bolin ready to make a Bolin response. That won’t be good.

I speak up before the earthbender can do so. “We apologise for the rude interruption. “It’s just we are unsatisfied with how this investigation is doing and we thought you could have some answers.”

Surprisingly, Aiwei gestures to the seats in the room. “Sit. If you want to talk, let’s talk over tea.”

Hm.

After a split moment of reluctance and a eerie glances to one another, we listen to his suggestion. Asami, Mako, and I sit on the sofa while Korra and Bolin on two separate chairs with one circular table in the centre. As we do so, our generous host begins making us tea and one by one he hands the cups to us.

Eh, I better not drink it. Who knows what could be in it?

“Now, how come are you unsatisfied with the investigation?” Aiwei asks us as he finishes pouring his tea. I can sense the tenseness in his words. “Hong Li was clearly lying and we found evidence in his apartment.”

“But don’t you think it’s weird how young he is?” Mako asks him, trying to keep his cool. “Like Y/N said, how and when did they have the time to recruit someone so young?”

As the firebender asks his questions, we all notice Aiwei walking closer and closer to his bookshelf. Uh oh.

“Perhaps through a relative, or maybe he was bribed.” He responds nonchalantly. “We will find out those answers in time. But if wasn't him, who do you think it was?”

Shit.

“No clue.” I quickly reply.

Then, I see him moving a jar slightly, presumably back to its original position. I see Korra glare at Bolin for a second and I realise he was the one who moved it during our search.

Shit.

“You don't think I had something to do with this, do you?”

SHIT!

Korra responds immediately whilst simultaneously choosing her next words extremely carefully so she wouldn’t have to lie to our suspect. “We're just looking for answers.”

And you think you've found something, don't you?” Aiwei pushes as he continues to examine his bookshelf. Then, he pauses.

I share looks with my friends and we all have the same thought. We have trouble.

With a slow head turn, he glares directly at Korra.

“You have no idea what is coming for you, Avatar.”

Then, before the words can even register in my mind, he begins metalbending his stairs to act as cover!

NO!

Mako throws a fireball in his direction in a desperate vain attempt to stop him but it’s no use. The stairs have been metalbent to the ceiling in perfect condition. He can’t let escape!

We all rush towards the stairs and Korra begins metalbending into the war, but it only results in a small rupture.

“Come on, he's getting away!” Mako barks out.

Korra doesn’t appreciate the command. “I'm still a little new at this, so back off!”

Then, finally she rips a hole open. Great!

Rushing down to the door, I push the others aside until I’m the first to approach the metal door at the end. “Come on, guys! We got to make sure he doesn’t escape!”

“Y/N, wait!”

I don’t listen and open the door-

-Only to see a bomb!

SHIT!

On instinct, I raise my arms into the air and the split second afterwards a blinding orange light surrounds us…but it doesn’t bring harm. Instead, we end up standing still in the middle of a pit of destruction and chaos.

Did…did I just create an air shield?

“Is everyone all right?”

“Yes but look!” Korra points forward to the end of the now destroyed room and I see it. “He must've escaped through there! Bolin, help me clear it out.”

The two earthbenders begin carving their way through and a short while afterwards they reveal a tunnel entrance. That must be how Aiwei escaped. Dammit!

The sounds of rushed footsteps from behind grabs my attention and I turn to see Lin and Suyin with panic and urgency written across their faces.

“What happened? We heard an explosion.”

“Where’ Aiwei?”

I cross my arms. “Gone. He was the one who betrayed us. He used his apartment to get Zaheer in and out, framed Hong Li, and then the coward took off!”

The fear that was on the matriarch’s face shifts to shock…and sadness. Her emerald eyes go dim. “No…”

Ignoring the scene from her sister, Lin uses her seismic sense technique on the tunnel. Her answer is immediate. “He must have collapsed the tunnel behind him.”

“And he rigged an explosion to destroy any evidence that might have been here.”

“I…I trusted him.”

I gaze back at Suyin and I can practically see her heart break in two. For the first time since coming here, I feel sorry for her.

The moment is interrupted, however, as Kuvira marches down from above. “Is everyone okay?”

The Chief is quick to bark out orders. “Aiwei is a fugitive. Get all available guards to search the mountainside and find out where this tunnel exits immediately!”

When Kuvira leaves to do just that, the roughness normally typical from the older Beifong shifts to gentleness as I see her begin to comfort her sister. The sympathy already present in my heart amplifies.

Dammit…

Even when they aren’t present, Zaheer and his friends still deal a heavy blow to us all.

Can this get any worse?

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[we-are-all-of-legend-now]

Fictober Day 31: It's Not Your Fault

Prompt number: Prompt #31

Fandom: American Dragon Jake Long

Pairings/Characters: Jake/Rose; Lao Shi; Susan; Haley

Rating: T

Warnings: character death(s); violence

                Jake stared woodenly forward, watching his grandfather’s casket be lowered into the ground. It wasn’t real. This wasn’t happening. His grandfather wasn’t dead. It was real and it had happened and Jake had seen it and he hadn’t been able to stop it. On one side, his mother clenched his hand, and Jake tried not to let himself think about how much he had let her down. Gramps had been old and now that Jake was in his twenties, it had become his job to protect his grandfather from harm and not the other way around. They hadn’t even been looking for a fight. They had been doing some routine patrolling and Gramps had been putting Jake through some aerial practices that were well out of date but had also saved his life from time to time.

                Jake thought that he’d been humouring the old man. It had been a long time since he had technically been Lao Shi’s pupil but Jake occasionally took the time to let Gramps put his mentoring cap on again. Jake had been in the middle of a loop when Gramps had frozen. It would have been comical, something that would have been on brand for the Looney Tunes, if Gramps hadn’t started gushing blood from his chest and then started falling.

                Jake had chased him, down, down, down, onto the dark streets, reaching his hand out and trying to grab Gramps, but there was nothing left to grab onto. Gramps had been dead by the time that he had hit the pavement and all Jake had seen was the flick of the Huntsgirl’s blonde brain and the laughter of the Clan all around them. Jake had seen red and he had wanted to kill a destroy, except that he hit his knees and bent over his dead grandfather and sobbed until he couldn’t see straight.

                Watching Lao Shi be put into the ground, Jake was reminded of that nighttime spiral again and again. He hadn’t been able to save Lao Shi from the darkness and he should have been. Lao Shi had done a better job than that and was owed more than that.

                Jake turned with the other mourners. Susan had organized a good reception to send her father out in the style that he would have expected and Jake felt sick about it all. How was he supposed to celebrate Gramps’ life when that life shouldn’t have been over yet?

                “Jake, it’s okay.” Rose’s hand was heavy on his shoulder. “It’s not your fault.”

                She hadn’t stopped saying it since Jake had first sobbed into her lap that he hadn’t been able to help and it didn’t make Jake feel any better. He needed to get revenge on the Huntsgirl and then he could mourn. That was the way that things had to be.

                Still, he appreciated the support that Rose was trying to give him and he lopped his arm through hers as they got into the town car for the family and were driven back to the reception hall. Normal, for a funeral, but Jake never wanted to go through any of this again. Not the receiving line of people who meant well but made him feel worse, not the loving smiles of people who didn’t have to carry around this guilt, not the look of his little sister as she sat, staring at her shoes, uncharacteristically quiet for Haley.

                “Kid! Kid!” Jake turned as Fu ran into the reception. “Kid!”

“What?”

                “In private,” Fu said, suddenly side-eyeing all of their closest friend and family. “Come on.”

                The tucked themselves into one of the tiny bathrooms and Fu suddenly became awkward, unable to look Jake in the eye.

                “Did you find her?” Jake asked.

                “Yes.”

                Since the second that Gramps had died, Fu had been working on finding the Huntsgirl’s identity – the one that she used outside of the Clan. It was going to be Jake’s best way to get results.

                “And?”

                “You don’t want to know.”

                Jake wanted to grab Fu by his wrinkly shoulders and shake him. “I need to know. What’s her name?”

                “Rose Hunter,” Fu confessed.

                Jake saw red. His ears filled with static. He turned toward the bathroom door but Fu was in the way.

                “Kid, wait, she probably doesn’t know either –“

                It didn’t matter.

                “It’s my Rose? My Rose Hunter?”

                “Well … yeah.”

                That was all that Jake needed to know. He pushed Fu aside and threw the door open, transforming as he went. He didn’t care about the humans in attendance; he didn’t care about what trauma he might be causing here. His grandfather had died during a sneak attack and Gramps deserved justice. Jake couldn’t give him anything else but justice.

                Rose was shocked but, at the same time, Jake could tell that she knew who he was and why he was doing this.

                “It’s noy my fault?” he roared at her. “Is that because it’s your fault?!”

                “Jake! Oh, Jake, I –”

                Jake swiped a dragon paw at her and she expertly evaded it, diving toward the silverware. She brandished a butter knife like it was a sword.

                “You knew!” Jake accused, even though he couldn’t be completely sure of it. “You knew!”

                Rose didn’t deny it. It put a fury in Jake unlike one that he had ever felt before. He was so intent on killing her, on making Gramps’ death mean something, that he hadn’t made a plan or realized what he was doing. She was the Huntsgirl. She had beaten him every time and this time was going to be no different. In front of all of his family, so many of his loved ones, the Huntsgirl killed him too.

[abhainnwhump]

Need a Ride?

Merry Whump of May 2: Wrench - Paranoia

(Content warnings: Kidnapping, manhandling, freezing, unedited writing)

Whumpee grunted as they pried open the hood of their car. It was frozen shut and they needed to use a wrench. Wonderful, engine failure in the middle of a blizzard. Their fingers were turning blue. They could see their own breath. Their teeth chattered.

Burying their face in their scarf, Whumpee took a flashlight and examined the components. They couldn't see what was wrong. Damn school not teaching car repair! And damn author for not knowing how cars work!

Whumpee barely heard another engine driving their way. The only reason they noticed was the bright lights. The owner of the truck rested hung their arm out of the window. "Hey, sweetheart."

Whumpee jumped and held their wrench out like a sword. Whumper laughed at the display, making Whumpee blush in embarrassment.

"You see to be in a bit of rut, so howza 'bout we make a deal?" Whumper tapped their gloved fingers against the door handle. "I'll give you a ride to where you need to go, and in exchange, you tell me a bit about yourself. Come on, what other choice do you have?"

What? Hell no! Whumpee wasn't stupid. Maybe had a few trust issues, but that made them smarter! They wouldn't take the offer.

On the other hand, that car looked warm . . . and Whumpee's car wasn't starting up . . . and they couldn't feel their feet . . . and the stranger looked friendly . . .

Whumpee sighed and gave it, climbing into the seat and shutting the door. Whumper's pickup had a heater, and it felt heavenly, even with the overbearing smell of pine.

It wasn't until Whumpee got into the car did they realize their phone was still on the dashboard. Their hand reached the doorknob, only to hear a shi-cik noise. Whumper locked the car.

Whumpee's eyes widened and they pulled harder on the handle. Right before they smashed the window, Whumper grabbed their chin and made them look them in the eyes, gently brushing aside a lock of hair. "You naïve dumbass, we're not goin' to your' home."

"We're goin' to mine."

(From this prompt on, I'm going to challenge myself to do the rest of MWM as a series.)

[aitchnkay]

Jiang Gunian Made A Change Part 24

Maintaining order in the camp was not unlike herding chickens in an unfenced yard. Maintaining order when her subjects were scattered all over the jianghe? Meng Yao was god's blessing; he helped her keep track of all the incoming and outgoing messages, making sure to update the map they'd cobbled together.

The strike teams were ruthlessly effective. Sometimes, they were able to take out only a few Wen soldiers. Sometimes they were able to kill several hundred in a night. They stayed shielded behind Wei WuXian's talismans, allowing them freedom of movement a normal patrol would never have.

The biggest issue, however, was with Jin ZiXuan's mother. Yu FangSu arrived in the middle of the night in a rainstorm, demanding to take the reins of the campaign. As part of that, she demanded Meng Yao's expulsion from Jiang YanLi's side.

"No. My strategy advisor stays with me."

"Don't speak to your elders like that," the older woman snapped.

Jiang YanLi was fighting yawns and shivers; she'd been asleep only a few hours when her mother's friend arrived. "You are here at my convenience. Your job is to send and receive the messenger butterflies. If you can't, or won't, do that? Find me someone who will."

Yu FengSu sniffed, and raised her head, looking so much like her childhood friend. "I will assist you, dearest child. But, as your mother's substitute... I cannot allow you to cavort with such... persons."

Jiang YanLi lost the battle with a yawn. "Madame Yu. If you have an issue with your husband's son, I suggest you take your anger out on the man who abused your trust instead of the one who has done nothing to earn your ire." She was vaguely aware of Meng Yao allowing his frozen facial facade to show shock at her defense. You are my advisor, Meng Yao. I promised to protect you. And I will. Even against the woman I thought to call my mother-in-law. A good leader protects all of her people.

"He's a bastard," Yu FangSu hissed. "And his mother was a prostitute. Such people should be kept far away from decent people."

Jiang YanLi yawned again, not even trying to prevent it. "I fully intend to keep my distance from the man who was unfaithful to your marriage, and who refused to make Meng Shi a concubine after he impregnated her. Jin GuangShan's actions made Meng Yao a bastard. His morality is severely lacking. That you absolve your husband of his responsibility and blame someone who did not choose to be born into that mess, makes me question your morality.

"I bid you goodnight, Madame Yu. If you really cannot behave properly around my advisor, I will find another person to handle the butterflies. I find Meng Yao far more a pleasant companion and advisor than any Jin at this moment."

Meng Yao held her umbrella as she trudged through the rain and mud to her tent. "You did not have to say such things to your mother-in-law."

Jiang YanLi smiled, exhaustion showing through. "I am not marrying Jin ZiXuan anymore. My need to keep my brothers alive through this war is far more important than keeping my mother's friend happy. You, Meng Yao, are far more important to me." She shook her head softly. "I'm not saying it properly, am I? I like to think that we've become friends over the last few weeks. Aside from your abilities as my strategic advisor, you are valuable to me."

"The fortune teller told me that I... did bad things in that other future. Bad things to you and your family."

"Did she? I know what you're capable of, Meng Yao, both good and evil. I still choose to have you as a friend. I choose to trust you. Will you break my trust?"

He didn't answer for a long time. Then... "Jiang Gunian... I swear on my mother that I will never break your trust. I will be loyal to you until the day I die." He handed her the umbrella, knelt in the mud, and bowed his head.

[truly-morgan]

[cross-dressing, pre-relationship]

NieYao | Mo Dao Zu Shi Modern AU 28-07-2021

[#nieyao , pre-relationship, cross-dress, modern]

college days where jgy is trying to dress up because is little half-brother mxy may or may not have shown him and now he actually kinda think he does look cute when he do it? So he takes out the clothes and makeup he hides under his bed (not like either lxc or nmj were going through his, he is so small compared to them nothing would fit).

He smiles to himself, happy to finally have the time to dress up a little bit. He has no class today and knows lxc will most likely stay at the college all day until his last class in the evening. nmj also had class and per his schedule, he would go to the gym after.

So he had the apartment to himself for most of the day!

He decided to leave the makeup for later (honestly, he still struggles a little bit with it and always only does very little, maybe mxy could teach him).

He decided to check one last time that he was really alone before starting to dress up. He picked some cute panties, some white lace stockings, put on his new black silk blouse.

It took a bit longer to pick out a skirt because he wasn't sure what would be better long or short? long would hide his cute stocking so short. Now the colour. He went with one of his cream skirts since he thought it would go well with his black blouse.

He was in the middle of putting it on, when he suddenly heard his name being said too close to his room.

"jgy where did you put my gym bag again, class have been cancelled so I'll go now" jgy then turned from where he was in front of his mirror, frozen in place when he saw nmj opening the door. the taller man was just as frozen in the doorway, looking at him.

"Ming-ge!" jgy squeaked, "I-I can explain, this is not what it looks like!" he tried to explain even though he couldn't even come up with an excuse.

He knew he couldn't find anything when nmj eyes landed on the other clothes displayed on his bed.

Then he wondered, what would happen if words got out? He would be screwed, he had worked so hard to create a good image of himself, if people knew he liked to crossdress it would only ruin all his hard work. Don't mind the image, he didn't want to know what jgs would say either.

Sure, he wasn't close per se to the man, but he was working his ass off to have a good place in the jin company even if he was only a bastard child. This would only hit too hard in the impression the man has of him.

jgy was getting more nervous by the second, unsure what to do now. If t had been lxc maybe he wouldn't have been so anxious, the man was pretty easy-going and had actually seen mxy crossdressing without any bad comments.

but nmj? They weren't in the best of relationships. Sure, it was better than when they first started being friendly, they would often get on each other's nerves, but even now where things were doing better he couldn't tell if nmj would mock him.

nmj ended up getting out of his initial choc, coming closer to him, which only made jgy more nervous than before, startling when he felt hand grabbing his (he didn't realise he had started shaking). He was surprised by how gentle nmj was being since this wasn't something he was really used to.

He didn't dare look up when he heard his name being called. He jumped when these hands left his only for arms to pull him unto a hug, being suddenly pressed against nmj. "Don't look as if I was about to beat you" nmj mumbled, "Who do you think I am" he added.

Then he said no more, hand slowly rubbing circle on his back to calm him down. jgy managed to calm down when he realised no mocking words were coming his way, that nmj wasn't going o do anything bad (why would he be holding him in his arm o calm him down otherwise?).

after a while he felt his hand sliding to his waist, being gently pushed away a little bit, nmj looked at what he was wearing, making him blush a little bit. It felt kind of nice to have big and strong hands on his waist (though he would probably die before admitting it out loud). He yelp a little bit when he was turned around so he could look at himself in the mirror nmj looming over his shoulder. "I think a-yao looks good in this" he finally commented, only making jgy redder than before, trying to hide his face "You don't need to lie to make me feel better" he mumbled behind his hands.

he was a bit unsure when he felt nmj take away the hairpin claw in his hair, his shoulder-length hair falling down, gentle hand trying to place them correctly. he finally took away his hands to see what he was doing, a bit surprised that nmj was "doing" his hair now.

"No, I think these suits a-yao very well," nmj said, jgy unsure if it was a slight blush he could see on his face.

jgy slightly bit his lip, thinking. "Do you... want to see more outfits?" he asked in a tiny voice at the end, only now realising what he was suggesting.

"I would like it" he received, surprising him.

And so, he pushed nmj back to the living room (he would really die if nmj knew he was wearing panties under his skirt), putting on more outfits so he could show off to him. It was actually really nice to do, clearly, nmj had no fashion sense, but it was nice showing off his outfits to someone (or at least, someone else than mxy).

after that day jgy had more chances to dress up when nmj was here, still unable to really tell lxc for now.

his relationship with nmj even improved after this. Sure, nmj had strangely already been a bit nicer to him before the incident (he thought it was because lxc had scolded him). But it was nice to have a much better relationship with him.

he even went shopping for new clothes with him! And even allowed him to test makeup on him ("Didi sometimes needs me to be his model" nmj had mentioned).

There a still some more risque outfits jgy cannot bring himself to try around nmj, but sometimes he wishes he could, wondering how the man would react (hopefully he would like it he sometimes wishes).

and from his new hobby, they travelled to doing a bit more together, nmj even convincing him once to come to the gym.

they are oblivious idiots who cannot notice how the other is clearly affectionate and pin for them, so they run around each other.

all the while you have lxc on the side being: *sipping tea* I am happy for them ☺️ they will eventually get there

(ngl, I could have many ideas for a spicy nieyao moment with jgy and his risque outfits I just gotta eat now )

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[taestefully-in-luv]

The Island | KTH (One)

Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?

Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader

Genre: strangers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.

Word Count: 9.3k

Warnings: swearing

Notes: Alright here is the first ch to my new story! I am super nervous to post this because it is a completely different vibe. But I hope you guys enjoy! Don’t worry, it turns fluffier later:) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat!:)

Taglist: @ggukkieland @monvieesdaebak @707sblog @peacedreamer14

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Your room is blinding from the soft yet striking sunrise, each beam of light swims through the blinds in piercing waves. The intense glow hits you in your sleepy state, causing you to wake from your glorious slumber. Too bright. You sit up in your bed, attempting to rub away the sleep that crusts your eyes. You begin to slowly open one lid at a time, taking in the neat appearance of your room. Your room looks the same as always—there is a nightstand next to your wooden framed bed, it holds a pale lamp and a photo of mountainous scenery. A dresser sits comfortably in front of you, it is dressed in simple décor and a large mirror. Yup, the same as always. You glance over to your sheer curtained window where the sun very offendedly washes over the room—wait. Hold on a god damn second.

Quickly, you begin to open your eyes just a bit wider—where is your royal purple ottoman? The art that hangs on your walls? Your dresser is brown not black for Christ’s sake! You ball your hand in the sheets…these don’t even feel like your sheets, yours aren’t this silky. This is not your room. Your eyebrows climb to the top of your forehead as you jerk your head around. Where the hell are you? Suddenly, you feel something rustle against your side. No…not something—someone.

Your eyes dart to the right of you, where this someone moves against the sheets. Not just someone. A man. His dark, ruffled hair sticks out between the sheets and pillow below his head. Why is there a man in bed with you? Is it…his bed? Oh god. Immediately, your mind tries to recall the night before. Did you go out and drink too much? Go home with a rando? Super unlike you though. You pull your hair as your mind races.

Sitting up in bed, worry crosses all of your features. You try to face all the possibilities that could maybe end up being your reality. But going out and partying is nowhere in your memories. You begin gnawing on your bottom lip, knowing you stayed home last night. And that you fell asleep in your own bed…alone, you might add. So where the hell are you? And why is there another person? Fear enters the picture now, this is the last place you wanted to go. You know, that horrible, terrible, dark place? The one that says your reality is that some creepy man kidnapped you and plans on doing murder-y type things to you. Yup, that place.

You tug on the end of your hair again, you know, you know, a bad habit. But you can’t help it as anxiety grows deeper within you. Were you really kidnapped? Fuck. You have to think. You’re trying to, at least. But breathing is becoming a chore. Your breaths are quick and sharp like you are on the brink of a panic attack. Shit, maybe you are. You try to eye the room again, taking in its appearance more carefully. You can’t help the shiver that speeds down your spine when you notice how perfect this single bedroom is…it actually almost resembles your guest bedroom at home. Which is creepy in itself. You continue to eye the room curiously, while staying absolutely frozen.

The dresser has more photos of pretty scenery sitting on top, as well as a few small vases that complement the rest of the décor. Anxiety continues to grow within you, shaking you to the core. You hate the way your hands tremble in your lap. You want to do something. You truly do but fuck, you can’t even move a muscle. Your breathing begins to pick up even more. Where are you? Why are you here? Who is this man sleeping so fucking peacefully next to you? Your thoughts are going 100 miles per minute, screaming at you, taunting you, giving you the middle finger.

Before you can think through your many obvious questions and answer them, the man next to you begins to stir in his sleep. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly moves to his back from his side. You stare down at him, too scared to move. Too scared to scream bloody murder. Too scared to do anything. And nothing disappoints you more. That you are nothing but a coward. You look down at your future murderer and wait for him to wake.

Future murderer slowly opens his eyes but he shies away instantly from the beaming sunlight.

“Ahhhh.” He lets go in one long breath, rubbing at his eyes in a sleepy manner. You sit still, your own breath caught in your throat. You want to move but fear has you frozen like an evening in the arctic. The man, or Future Murderer as you seemed to have named him, begins sitting up, stretching his arms out above him and yawns a song of sleep. He finally opens his eyes fully and soaks in the room before him. His head moves around quickly, his expression becoming rather…confused.

“What the fuck?”

Yup, those are his first words. Should have been yours too, if you’re being honest. This guy gets it.

Future Murderer’s facial expression grows bewildered as he looks around the room and when he finally feels your presence, he turns his head your way.

“Uh…” the Murderer narrows his eyes at you, “Hi?”

You don’t even realize the sigh of relief that pushes past your lips, but his confusion seems…genuine. And this allows you to relax your shoulders a little bit. Maybe he is a victim to whatever is going on too? You take in his disheveled appearance; he has brown wavy hair that rests above his brow line, eyes darker than the deepest part of the sea and full pouting lips. You would totally admit he’s attractive as hell but considering the fact you’re trying to convince yourself he isn’t going to murder you and the state you’re in, you’re going to push that thought away.

“Uh, who are you?” His brows knit together as he expectantly waits for an answer.

“No, who are you?” You squint at him. How dare he ask like you aren’t the one totally frazzled here? But somehow it’s comforting that he seems as confused as you are. Mystery man (his new name, since he doesn’t appear to want to murder you) (maybe) raises a single brow at you before answering,

“Taehyung.”

You listen to his name roll off his tongue and absorb it. Taehyung, huh? You hesitate for a second before finally giving your own name.

“y/n.”

Taehyung then, has the audacity to pinch his nose in annoyance. To be fair, it looks like the one he’s annoyed with is himself and not you.

“Look, sorry…” he begins, “If we hooked up last night, I don’t really remember and I—"

Your eyes widen at his words and you begin to frantically shake your head,

“No! We didn’t—we didn’t…”

“Oh?” Taehyung gives you a curious look then has the audacity to scoot several inches away from you. Then you feel his eyes on you, they search you from head to toe. You’re wearing your cat printed PJ shorts and a simple purple t shirt. You admit your hair is probably pretty wild, so you card your fingers through your locks. You start to feel insecure under his gaze as he so shamelessly eyes you.

“I don’t know who you are or where I am…do you know where we are?” you question, looking off to the side.

Taehyung pulls his eyes away from you, his head moving around to look around the room, his arms flailing.

“Does it look like I know where I am?”

You only blink at him and he rolls his eyes, “No, I don’t.” he admits.

Moments of silence pass between the two of you. You don’t know what to say at this point even though you have a million things you would like to say. But you can’t form one, coherent sentence apparently. You don’t know anything. You’re fucking clueless and you hate it. You’re trying to gather your thoughts when you feel Taehyung rise from the bed, startling you like he just committed a crime. God, you are such a coward. What? Do you really think the bed is apparently some super safe place that will protect you from the evils of the world? Taehyung walks toward the dresser and other corners of the room, inspecting it carefully.

“Fucking weird, but nice room, right?” he asks under his breath. Taehyung throws a glance over at you. “You don’t know where you are…I don’t know where I am…we both wake up in a strange room and neither of us have any recollection of how we got here.” Taehyung takes a pause to gather his thoughts. “Have you heard anything? You know, from outside the room? There could be other people.” He waits for you to answer but you stay quiet. Yes, you are on that level of coward.

You stay in the bed, anxiety building up, growing fiercer by the second. While it seems Taehyung’s attention is being stolen by the large window where the sun invites him to come take a peak. He tip toes over to the window, lifting the blinds and exposes something you imagine takes his breath way due to his audible gasp.

“Where…the fuck are we?” he asks breathlessly.

Instead of looking for yourself, you stay seated. But are we surprised? You study Taehyung’s expressions, watching for his reactions. His face falls into one of awe but after only a few moments in settles back into confusion. He reaches for the bottom of the window sill and lifts upwards, opening the window and releasing the sound of…is that waves? You continue to observe him, too afraid to see for yourself. He stands there for several long moments before turning your way and he clears his throat.

“I—I don’t…I don’t know where we are, like, really.” He takes a hesitant step towards the bed. “But something tells me neither of us are from here.”

You need a minute. Yeah, you need a minute to process his words. Because what the fuck does he mean by that? You aren’t ‘from here’? Are you on another planet or some shit? This man needs to work on his wording, for Christ’s sake. You feel your hand move just the slightest. Then your other hand. Your toes curl in and out. Seems you aren’t so frozen anymore. Things are, yes things as in waking up with a total stranger and him saying you are in an unknown place, are starting to wake you up. You’re so ashamed your solution to all of this was to stay seated in bed…but for some reason a rushing sensation of bravery washes over you.

You rise from the sheets and step one foot on to the floor. It’s not lava. So you step down with both feet and make your way over to Taehyung. You stop in front of him, tilting your head up since he has several inches over you—but nothing too intimidating, you decide. His eyes find yours and you lock eyes for a few moments. Both of you trying to search the other for answers. You break contact to face the window and wow. Your eyes animatedly widen at the sight. Palm trees and water for miles and miles it seems. No other buildings or sign of life. An island? But not the kind of island where this room is a part of some fancy resort, no, not that kind. Instead the kind where a plane crashes and a group of people have to survive.

You blink down at your new reality. First of all, you live nowhere near an island, so there’s that. You feel the anxiety and frustrations begin to surface again and you can’t help that your eyes begin to gloss over. You snap your head back to get a look at your fellow victim and he looks just as lost as you feel.

“We need to find out what’s going on.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his head up. He locks his eyes with yours again but you break contact to look at your feet.

“We don’t know anything…would if it’s not safe?” you quietly try to reason.

“Exactly, we don’t know anything and that’s a problem. You don’t expect us to stay in this room forever, do you?”

He has a point and you know it. You want to follow him out of this room but your feet seem to be glued to the floor.

“Well, no. But—”

“Didn’t think so.” He turns away from you, his body shuffling towards the bedrooms door but before he can become out of reach your hand flies to his shirt sleeve, tugging it softly.

“Wait! Just hold on—” Your voice wavers and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Rolls his fucking eyes at you!

“Listen, come. Or don’t. I don’t really care.” Taehyung releases your hold on his shirt, unsticking your fingers and throwing your hand towards your body. “Decide.” He states before swiftly turning around to head towards the door.

Oh. So this guy is a fucking asshole. Noted.

You end up following him because although he was rude about it, feeling someone’s touch when you feel so scared was slightly comforting and yes, you are aware of how fucking pathetic that is.

Taehyung stands in front of the door, his hand reaching for the knob when he turns his head to say, “Just trust me.”

And now you are the one rolling your eyes. Trust him? You just met the dude! 10 minutes ago his name was Future Murderer. How could you possibly trust this asshole?

“How can I trust you? I literally just met you.” The scowl on your face deepens when he smirks.

“Are you always such a fucking baby?”

“Are you always such a fucking baby?” you mock, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head. Okay, you admit you aren’t being the most mature here. But Taehyung doesn’t seem to take offense to it by the way he gasps and throws a hand over his heart as if wounded.

“Oh? She’s got some sass?” His question and raised brows only piss you off.

“Whatever. Let’s go.” You aren’t entirely sure where the confidence comes from but you don’t question it. You’re breezing past him, your shoulder knocking into his as you approach the door.

You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you and hear him mumble a lame, ‘that’s the spirit’ from behind you. And with that, in one swift action you are opening the door.

You stand in the open doorway, once again frozen in place. Not feeling as confident as you were 15 second ago—maybe you just need this dude to piss you off again. Speak of the devil, Taehyung steps besides you, poking his head out into the hallway searching for any sign of life.

“It’s quiet.” He takes a few steps forward, now in the middle of the hall. You glance around, the hallway has walls full of beautiful artwork, and to the right is 3 doors and to the left is a wide staircase. An exit. Bingo.

“Let’s check each room.” And of course he wants to do the opposite.

“No, let’s just get out of here.”

You turn on your feet towards the stairs and stop at the first step and raise a brow over your shoulder, “Aren’t you coming?”

Taehyung looks conflicted to say the least. He exhales deeply, looking between you and the 3 doors.

“Shouldn’t we just—”

“No! come on…” You must sound pleading and convincing because you can see him falter, just a bit. “I just want to go home…” You say, averting his gaze. Taehyung only stares at you for what feels like an eternity before he’s finally agreeing with the nod of his head.

The two of you very cautiously step down the stairs, each foot that follows the other slightly trembles in the fear of the unknown. You two finally reach the bottom and your eyes go wide at the sight. This is basically your fucking dream house. The floor plan is very open. At the center is a gorgeous grand piano, you don’t play but it’s aesthetically pleasing you guess? To the right is a long table with picture frames and décor and down the hall there seems to be more rooms.

You scan the downstairs as you slide your fingers along the edge of this table and stop when you come across a framed photo. What the actual fuck. Your eyebrows rise and your eyes grow twice their size. You very hesitantly pick up the picture as your eyes blink down at the frame in hand when your breathing begins to pick up again. It’s a framed photo of you and your sister . Now why the hell would this be here? Why is there a picture of you and your sister?? Why would someone have this? The framed photo sits in your trembling hands as you stare down at it. Taehyung notices your shaky grip on this picture and takes it from you to take a look himself. His eyes also go wide…you look between him and the picture.

“Why…why the hell is this here?” your voice betrays you as it shakes with every word.

Taehyung glances down at the table and notices his own photos with friends and family that are disgustingly and proudly displayed.

“What the actual fuck?” Taehyung whispers to no one but himself. What the hell is going on? Why does this house have pictures of the two of you? Who is doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?

“What’s happening Taehyung?” you step closer to him feeling entirely…creeped out.

“Does it look like I fucking know?” he snaps. He sees you flinch and his eyes soften, “Sorry…Its just… this is going too far.” He finally looks as disturbed as you feel. The two of you stay quiet for a few moments, neither of you knowing how to react to this eerie discovery.

You shudder at how ominous this all is. This is becoming way too much. How much more of this can you handle? You almost want to jump into this assholes arms and sob into his navy blue t shirt.

“We should…” Taehyung wipes his sweaty hands on his sweats, “keep going.”

The two of you nod your heads in unison and turn to your left where there is an entry way to the kitchen and living room. Taehyung stops before stepping through while you join him at his side. You two glance around to soak in your surroundings—it’s also an open space, the two open areas sharing a space. The kitchen is covered in black granite and wooden cabinets with a door that probably leads outside. The living room has two matching sofas, a wide screen TV that hangs on the wall over a fireplace and built in shelves on either side, full of books, movies and games.

Taehyung and you share a look before walking through to the kitchen and living room. You approach the rooms slowly and carefully, afraid of what you might find. What surprises could be lurking. Suddenly the white glow of the TV can be seen, making you jump with its sudden brightness. Why the hell did the TV just turn on? Is this like, a haunted house? Are you being fucking haunted? Okay, maybe that’s dramatic.

The screen is bright white with nothing else on it. You turn to face Taehyung who is already staring at you with brows pinched together in confusion. Same Taehyung, same. The two of you decide to walk closer to the TV when dark, bold numbers appear.

“10….9…8…..”

The sound of soft music can be heard playing from the TV, similar to the music that’s played in an elevator, as numbers counting down from 10 begins. You feel your insides twist and turn.

“….7….6…..”

Panicked, the two of you inch closer and closer. You two stand here waiting for something, anything to occur because these might be the longest 10 seconds of your life. The millions of questions you have only multiplying. With the seconds counting down and getting closer to zero, your breathing about fucking stops. What is going to happen? You can feel your palms grow sweaty as your heart beats out of your chest. It feels like the countdown to the end of the world.

“….5….4….3…”

You don’t think Taehyung realizes just how close he is to you, his shoulders bumping into yours. You guess fear does funny things even between strangers.

“….2…..1…….”

And then it finally happens. The timer finally reaches fucking zero. And it is safe to safe your attention has been caught…anyone’s would be if a screen greets them with their god damn names.

“Welcome Kim Taehyung and Y/N Y/LN”

Your names on the screen has you automatically feeling nauseas. What sort of sick game is this? Is someone setting you up? Pranking you? If so, shits not funny. But also, why is Taehyung here? Your eyes focus on the screen as it moves to the next slide.

“It is a great honor that you two have made it this far. You have been carefully selected in this company’s project. After a lot of consideration and impressive results—we have decided to move you to the next phase.”

Naturally, very naturally you become even more confused than you fucking started. What projects? What company? You can hear Taehyung swallow hard, his nerves spiking with each word he reads. Then the slides continue.

“To put it simply, we are in the business of love.”

Huh? Huh?

Taehyung and you break your focus on the screen to steal a glance as one another very briefly before turning your heads back to the TV. What the hell they mean love? What is this absolute nonsense?

“Our use of science, technology and logic has got us here today. We test and heavily observe our chosen subjects and decide if they are the perfect match. We then move them to the final phase: The Island. This is where the two subjects meet and get along for the first time. The place they will undoubtedly fall in love.”

You can’t help that your mouth falls open, you are sure your eyes are bulging out of your head. You dare to turn to look at Taehyung and he isn’t looking much better.

Before you can really gather any thoughts the slides continue.

“Our success rate is 99%. You WILL fall in love here, it is most probable. Other subjects will come to fall in love quickly, other will take their time. BUT don’t take too long~ If two subjects are taking too long to make progress we will send a ‘Request’ to move things along and if you fail to meet said request there will be a penalty. And you have 24 hours to complete the request. This is to help you.”

You shiver while reading the words before you. You are now too anxious to even look at Taehyung right now…you don’t want to even see his reaction to all of this. Is he anxious like you? Is he laughing because there’s no way this is real? Is he nodding along taking notes because he believes it? You don’t want to fucking know!

“We give soulmates the opportunity to meet and thrive. This particular project has been in the works for well over a year.”

You blink lazily at that. Well over a year? WELL OVER A YEAR? They’ve been watching you for over a year?!

“We have carefully observed each one of you in great detail. There is nothing we don’t know. We have matched you two to be most compatible.”

Nothing they don’t know? What the hell does that mean? How exactly did they fucking observe you two? You stand here with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Taehyung mirrors your expression. He doesn’t want to believe this either.

“And you two are finally ready to proceed with The Island.”

The two of you stand in the living room, dumbstruck. Absolutely dumbstruck. You aren’t even able to look at one another for more than a hot second. A harsh blush creeping on your face and you cringe because there’s no way you could blush for this asshole.

You just…you cannot believe any of this. You refuse to. This is ridiculous. Insane.

“This island is only for the two of you. Designed specifically for you. You are being constantly monitored. Hidden cameras are placed all around the house. Minus the bedrooms and bathrooms. The décor and food is to each of your likings, we want you to feel at home as possible. Everything including books, movies, games and rooms are to your likings and match your hobbies.”

Wait a minute. You frantically shake your head, blinking furiously. Constantly being monitored? AKA you’re being fucked spied on? How are you supposed to do anything knowing you’re being watched?

“Your families have already been notified of your absence.”

You feel your heart drop. You didn’t even consider how they might feel.

“You will return safely once we feel we are satisfied with the results. This can be 3 months, 6 months, a year or even more.”

You feel Taehyung spin to face you in complete shock.

“We understand this may seem awkward at first but things will evolve naturally. So you should not worry.”

These words do not bring the least bit of comfort.

“Besides the ‘Requests’ we will not interfere. This is YOUR time to fall in love.”

“Thank you so much for your ongoing participation and please enjoy your new home and of course, each other. <3”

The added heart at the end of the last slide has both of you scrunching your faces in disgust. With that, the TV shuts off, showing nothing but the dark black screen and the reflection of two ghosts. What. The. Fuck.

You’re sure your expression is as clear as day; a mix between anger and hopelessness. You don’t want to look at Taehyung, not after everything you just read but you know you should. So you tip your head to the side to get a good look at him. Worry. All you see is worry. Look, he might be hot as hell but there ain’t no way you can fall in love with this dude. But also, you don’t know anything. You gulp, there is one thing you know. You’re going to be sick.

Your nausea is so built up, it’s at the entrance of your throat begging for release. You stand here, running a clammy hand through your hair. You are going to puke, you know it.

Without any further thinking, you run towards the back door in the kitchen that thankfully leads to outside. You run down a path that you pray to the God’s that this path does lead to the ocean so you can drown yourself in some good ol’ waves. Your anxiety has you out of breath before the run does. You finally reach sand that is warm and grainy under your bare feet and follow it to the shore.

It’s beautiful actually. The view. You wish you could really take it all in and let the calmness of the waves relax you but you are seconds away from upchucking last night’s pizza rolls. But it never comes. Your guts never make it out of your body but the anxiety remains. Falling to the ground, you pull your knees into your chest, trying to breathe and most importantly trying not to cry. This is no use though and to be honest you don’t try very hard because tears are cascading down your face within seconds. You can feel the burning in your chest as hot tears fall onto the warmth of your cheeks and it breaks you further. You sit here and wonder if you are really stuck here in this place and with a complete and total stranger. The same thought stays with you as you ball into yourself.

You sit here, indulging in quiet sobs until they finally ease into soft sniffles. You reach up to wipe your eyes, ridding yourself of tears and the thoughts that came along with them. You need to think more clearly. Okay, positive thoughts. Come on y/n, you can do this. Positive thoughts. First off, you’re not alone. You are not the only victim here. You have an acquaintance here who you are sure isn’t very pleased about this either. But wait—would if this guy is a total weirdo? A psycho? Okay, maybe being positive is harder than you thought. Plus he was a total asshole to you earlier. But maybe that will change?

You stand to your feet, feeling more determined than before. You are going to try to make the best out of this shitty situation. You brush away the annoying leftover grains of sand from your legs and your behind and turn around to make your journey back to the house, your ‘home’. Ew, you did not just call it that, you shudder at the thought. Before you start walking, you spot Taehyung aka your ‘soulmate’ ew, you did not just him call him that— sitting, leaning against a tree. Yup, right next to where you just had snot running down your nose. Before spiraling into embarrassment, you take a good look at him and oh. You step towards him and his eyes follow your movements until you are seated next to him. He’s tense, that’s for sure. But you can’t really blame him, now can you? You are a little bit selfish, aren’t you? He is clearly freaking out too yet you ran out on him. You can see his expressions now: confused, anger, upset. And something you can’t quite figure out.

Taehyung looks your way and offers you a small, tense smile and then turns his head away from you to face the ocean again, a sigh escaping his lips.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you.”

You really don’t want to feel offended because hey, that’s fair. But still, this asshole doesn’t even know you so you roll your eyes.

“I’m not going to fall in love with you dude.”

Taehyung glances at you and gives you a look, like he knows that’s impossible.

“Sure.” He says.

“You don’t fall in love with me.” You snap back, feeling like you won something.

“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.” He deadpans.

“Listen…you’re not a psycho, are you?” You narrow your eyes at him. Taehyung stares at you for a second before he dramatically rolls his eyes at you, then he narrows his own eyes.

“I’m not a psycho,” he defends, a serious expression drawn on his face. “But how do I know you’re not?”

You bite down on your lip as if really contemplating,

“Fair point.” You smile cheekily but then your face falls into a frown. “This isn’t…real, right?” you try to brush back your hair behind your ear but the wind makes it difficult. “The TV…this is a joke, right?”

Taehyung looks on towards the ocean, the big blue waves crashing in the distance. He is silent for several long, annoyingly long moments. You can’t help but wonder what goes inside his head, what is he thinking? What is he feeling? It’s got to be similar to you, right?

“Let’s say it is real. There’s a company who…who…spied on us for a year. What does that mean? They hacked our phones? Hacked our homes? How far did they go? They said they know everything…” Taehyung pauses, flinching at his own words. “So, say they do. They believe after all their research we make a good match…the perfect match, apparently.”

“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” You cut in. “We couldn’t even get along in the first 10 minutes—”

“That’s because you were being a baby.”

“That’s because you were being a—Shut up.” You huff.

“Who’s being rude now?” Taehyung smirks. “Listen, I think it’s best if we just play it safe. But I am serious…I won’t be falling in love with you. And I am not a psycho.”

“And I am serious too, I won’t.” you remind him, annoyed. “It’s you who should be careful.” You poke your tongue out and Taehyung rolls his eyes.

“So do you like pancakes? Mister Not Psycho.” You look at him with a playful smirk and he wastes no time to curve his lips downwards.

“Pancakes?” he lifts his brows but then a scowl takes over, “I’m not falling in love with you even if you make me pancakes. I still can’t get over this…they spied on us for a year y/n. Invaded our privacy…this is too much. Too much to be thinking about god damn pancakes”

“Yeah but it seems like we’re stuck together,” you reason, “Whether we like it or not. So you can maybe try not to be such an asshole to me? When I’m just as much of a victim as you are. And we still have to eat.”

Taehyung’s mouth drops a little, then he closes it, screwing his eyes shut. “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he stands to his feet. “This is all just so crazy and a lot to take in…”

“I know…” you pause, “It’s sort of like being on a vacation—”

“Just stop.”

Taehyung walks past you, heading back inside the house. Leaving you alone with nothing but the ocean.

You stare off into the wide unknown, the oceans blue emptiness swallowing you whole. This looks like a dream vacation spot, if you’re being honest. But this? This was about to be the vacation from Hell.

~~~~~~~~

You and Taehyung walk through the door back into the kitchen, a look of grimace on his face while you frown. You two decide to check out what this place has to offer. You’re both clearly skeptical of this whole entire situation, well at least he is. He feels like the only one who is acting appropriately. But he can safely assume you probably are feeling a bit skeptical yourself. You two check to see is there is anything safe to eat—if there even is food. He doesn’t know what to believe. Was this situation, he doesn’t know…real? True? Every word he read, is a loud echo in his mind screaming at him. How could he even take this seriously? How could you take this seriously? This is fucking insane! He looks over at you, who is rummaging through cabinets, you look the same as a few minutes ago—calm with an unsure expression painting your features. He hates how calm you look, he can’t help but feel so annoyed by you.

He takes a look in the large, silver fridge and is pleasantly surprised to see many foods that he likes; lots of fresh fruits, juices, milk, sandwich meats, so on. It is fully stocked. He reaches inside the fridge for a bowl a fresh fruit, his other hand grabbing for a can of whipped cream. He gives you a look and nods towards the bowl.

“Should we test them? See if we die from poison or some shit?” he half jokes, his bitter tone shining through. You try to ignore his bad attitude and smile.

“We’re testing them with a can of whipped cream?” you go for a lighter approach but he just rolls his eyes.

“Go big or go home, am I right ladies?”

You snort. Real life snort. And you consider being embarrassed but you see Taehyung’s eyes light up in amusement before they’re darkening again.

You reach for a strawberry and pop that thang in your mouth, so he does the same. You two chew cautiously, the flavor and juices bursting. These might be the best god damn strawberries either of you have ever had. Such a shame they are being enjoyed in such a situation. He turns to face you, the you who is now stuffing your face with strawberry after strawberry, he can’t help but let a chuckle slip between his lips.

“What? Go big or go home…” you pause, a smirk playing at your lips. “Right ladies?” Taehyung only rolls his eyes at your smart mouth, he won’t allow himself to laugh.

Taehyung is still trying to gather his impression of you. When you first met you were a total cry baby, then you were just annoying and now you’re trying your best to be calm. He recalls how you ugly cried just outside—god, you have been a roller coaster of a person but considering your situation he understands why.

He believes he was more unbothered and brave after having first woken up…but after seeing those framed photos he got freaked the fuck out, to put it simply. Then the TV…everything just went downhill from there. And he sees what you’re doing…you’re trying to be strong. And he hates you for it. Why is he being the weak one here? How are you doing it with such ease? He’s spiraling. His whole life just got put on pause. His dreams and aspirations? Pause. Friends and family? Pause. His love life? P-Pause? He can’t help but worry over every detail, not to mention…is any of this the truth? Are you two just supposed to believe the god forsaken words that you read on the TV screen? And you went on about this being like a damn vacation. Unbelievable! But all he can do right now is breathe in and breathe out and try to be himself. Which at the moment is a really unhappy person.

You and Taehyung continue reaching into the bowl for more refreshing fruit, your fingers brushing against one another like this is a god damn Hallmark movie, but you don’t seem to be fazed by it so he won’t either. Even though it’s driving him crazy, he doesn’t want to touch you. He wonders what your thoughts are on the whole ‘love’ thing? It’s ridiculous. Don’t get him wrong, in a different situation he could see himself getting along with someone like you, maybe even hook up…but fall in love? Not likely. Plus he already has someone. Sort of.

“Ah, wait…” He pauses mid bite.

“Hm?” you hum, mouth full.

“Aren’t we like, supposed to be finding pancake mix or whatever shit you wanted to find?”

With a roll of your eyes, you lick your fingers clean while the other hand lays rest on you hip. (And no, his eyes did not linger when you sucked on your fingers and no, they did not travel down to your hand that rest comfortably on your nice hips.)(And no, he did not just think your hips are nice.)

“Couldn’t find any!” you dramatically yell out, “You guys FAILED us!” you then look over at him with a smirk, “So much for being experts right?” you scoff, he almost wants to laugh at your dramatics but he just stares at you blankly.

But soon that blank stare is changing into a sour one when he realizes just who you are talking to…the very company that trapped you here. The one that’s watching over you right now. Or so they say.

“We should inspect the whole house.” He says seriously, “You know, get to know this ‘vacation home’ or whatever bullshit you said.”

You look down at your feet, feeling fucking embarrassed.

“Sorry for calling it that I—”

“I know,” Taehyung kind of smiles, “You were just trying to make us feel better. I get it.” His tone is softer than even he intended.

“It didn’t really help, did it?” you scratch the top of your head, feeling sheepish.

“Not really.” He answers honestly, with hard eyes. “Now come on, let’s check things out.”

You nod your head with an eye roll, he still chooses to be dickish.

The two of you walk into the living room to the entertainment center. The TV is surrounded by shelves of books, movies, and games. Apparently all to your liking, so you guess you will see how true that is.

“Woah, there’s Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” You comment, the game case in your hand.

“Woah, I can kick your ass at Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” Taehyung plainly responds while shuffling other games between his hands.

“Don’t even. I will play you right now.” You try lightening the mood but he just rolls his eyes.

“We have other important things to do, need I remind you?” he begins lecturing you and you scoff.

“You don’t need to remind me our shitty situation. Your stupid face is reminder enough.” You bite.

“Oh?” Taehyung continues to look through cases, barely paying attention to you.

“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “There’s tons of movies here and TV shows as well,” you gesture toward the bottom of the shelf. “Some I have never seen before,” you squat down, your fingers brushing against DVD cases until you stop at one in particular, pulling it out. “Like, what the hell is ‘Castaway on the Moon’?”

Taehyung’s eyes widen, “UH, only my most favorite movie ever?” he says, taking the case from you.

“Looks weird.” You comment plainly.

“Weird—it’s not weird! It’s actually really good I swear, actually you know what?” Taehyung huffs out, it’s the first time you’re seeing him get so worked up. It’s amusing. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” He pouts, clearly wounded you would think to call his favorite movie ‘weird’.

“Plus, who’s weird?” he asks, “What’s with all this anime? I know it ain’t mine.”

You jut out your bottom lip in guilt, your cheeks turning a rosy pink.

“Well, well…”

“Well, well…” he mocks, feeling satisfied.

You raise your eyes to meet his and walk an inch towards him, never breaking contact.

“I’ll give yours a shot, if you give mine a shot?” you challenge, sticking out your hand. He guesses you want him to shake it.

He takes a moment to let his eyes linger on yours. They’re dark. Plain. Boring. Nothing special. He looks away and scoffs but the idea of sharing his favorite movie with someone does pique his interest.

“Deal.” He says, going in for the handshake. He feels your hand in his and doesn’t expect your skin to be so soft.

“Deal.” You say with an evil glint in your eye. “I’m going to make you watch so much good shit.” You continue to hold on to his hand, you look down at them and become slightly shy. You just remembered your situation. You keep staring for an odd amount of time before you drop his hand and shake your head.

“Should we check out the other rooms?” you start walking towards the entry way back into the main area of the house, but stop to turn and look at him.

“Yeah, I suppose we can do that.” He answers back, trying to sound as neutral as possible.

The two of you walk back into the main area where the rooms are located. He hesitantly creaks open the first door. He’s met with a room so fitting. A room full of art supplies. Drawing boards, brushes, paint, etc. He feels his palms pool with sweat.

“Do you make art?” you question, looking up at him.

“Yeah.” He gulps, feeling creeped out all over again. “They really did their research, huh?” he whispers to himself.

You two stand in the doorway, taking it all in. Taking in what this could really mean for you two. It begs the question: Were they really spying on you for over a year? Do they really know everything there is to know about you two?

You softly nudge Taehyung, “Why don’t we move on to the next room?” you suggest. He turns his head to face you as he swallows hard, nodding his head in agreement.

The next room is nothing spectacular, just a home gym.

“You work out?” he asks.

“Barely,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I always have the excuse of not having time or not wanting to go all the way to a gym. Guess I have no excuse now.” You look up at him with a sheepish grin. It’s hard to believe you don’t work out, Taehyung thinks. You have great legs.

“I see.” He turns his back to you, exiting the room.

The next room really wows Taehyung. He doesn’t mean for it to. He wants to hate this place.

It’s a room full of musical instruments and recording equipment.

“Holy shit.” He accidentally lets out. He walks around the room, touching things with just his fingertips. “This is like grade A equipment, I could only dream of owning shit like this.” He truly does not mean to be in awe of the music room, you know, because the enemies gave it to him but holy shit!

There’s only one room left and you swear to god it better be for you. You two slowly open the door together to reveal an interests of yours.

“Is this…? Like, a dance studio or something?” He questions, glancing around the room, “Are you a dancer?” he finally looks at you and he seems quite impressed.

You look…surprised, to say the least. Your brows shooting up all the way toward your hairline, your eyes darting all around the room.

“N-Not exactly…I mean, kind of?” you admit, your eyes falling to your hands. He tilts his head in confusion.

“I…I just have a serious interest I guess you could say,” you look all around the room again, “But I,” you play with your fingers. “I have never said it out loud to anyone.”

“Oh.” Taehyung breathes out in understanding. So, these fuckers really did spy on you guys. In depth. You both feel goosebumps rise on your arms, making you both feel a chill.

“Let’s head upstairs. Shall we?”

The upstairs has 4 doors in total. You both know the door closest to the staircase is the bedroom you woke up in.

“There’s no bathroom in this room,” he motions towards the door. “And the closet was empty. So, it’s not the master and that—”

“That means there’s multiple bedrooms.” you finish for him, and you both sigh in relief.

He means, this place has a goal of getting you together, so he wouldn’t be surprised if they only offered you one bedroom, but thank the God that he doesn’t believe in that there’s more than one bedroom.

“Yeah exactly,” he breathes out. “I’m willing to bet the door at the end of the hall is the master. Wanna just skip ahead?”

“Sure,” you agree, walking past him to beat him to the door at the end of hall. But you wait for him to reach the door as well before you’re reaching for the knob and slowly turning it, swinging the door open.

The room is big, a huge king size bed in the center of the back wall. Thankfully, the drapes are dark so not a lot of natural sunlight enters the room, Taehyung thinks.

“Hell yeah, dark curtains.” You say excitedly. Obviously reading his mind.

He follows behind you, keeping his comments to himself as you ooh and aah at your surroundings. He is impressed by the rooms simple yet he guesses you could say intriguing décor. Definitely fits his style, but he won’t say that out loud. As an artist himself, the paintings on the walls are very pleasing to the eye. He wonders if they suit you as well. If you’re his ‘soulmate’ they would, he thinks bitterly. He could see himself adding his own artwork to this room. He wonders if you would be okay with that as well—wait. What is he saying? It’s not like you two will be sharing this room!

You drag your fingers across the comforter on the bed.

“Soft.” You mumble to yourself.

He chews on his lips for a moment before speaking, “You can have it…” he shifts from one foot to the other. “The room, I mean. I’ll just take the other bedroom.”

“Really? You sure?” The excitement is evident in your voice. “Wait no—that’s not very fair. We could thumb wrestle for it or—”

He raises a brow, “Thumb wrestle? Really?”

“Mortal Kombat?” you offer.

“That just wouldn’t be fair, I would win too easily.” He says, not impressed. “Just take the room. I’m sure.”

“Fine…thank you.” you bow your head down in defeat.

The two of you walk towards the master bath and your eyes come close to popping out of your heads. It is huge! And super fancy! He’s not good at fancy words but he’ll put it simply, the countertop is long with two sinks. Two sinks. The shower has one of those rain shower head things and woah. That’s for like, rich people. The way you are gawking at this bathroom tells him you’re having the same thoughts as him. Yours are probably fancy like, “This extravagant marble bathtub looks exquisite against these cream colored walls. Very…dashing.” Or some wild shit like that.

The closet is next, He’ll be completely honest. He forgot you would need clothes and shit. But holy moly, there are rows and rows of clothes, both yours and his. There is jewelry (Not really sure why that’s necessary but like, okay) and shoes on shelves against the walls. It was more than he owned himself back at home.

“Honestly I forgot about needing clothes…since we like…live here now.” The words are sour leaving your mouth, he can tell. But also, you are obviously reading his mind again.

“What? You thought you would be wearing your cute little PJ’s 24/7 or what? Wear nothing at all maybe?” he asks, shuffling from one foot to the other. He’s uncomfortable.

“ha-ha.” you deadpan. “I just haven’t really thought about what this all entails is all.”

He frowns at your words,

“We should probably talk about it, right? What this all means, I mean.” His questions causes a shift in the atmosphere. The air becoming a little thicker.

You only nod and turn on your feet to head back into the bedroom. He quickly follows behind you, both of you stopping at the foot of the bed.

“Let’s talk then.” You bite your lip, swaying side to side.

He needs to be honest. He is clearly so confused about all this. Fucking puzzled. He means, what if just what if this company was real? And this company was…right? Are you really a match made in heaven? No, that can’t be. That would be fucking ridiculous. He’s being ridiculous for even considering it. But you two obviously need to talk. Have a fucking chit chat.

You plop down on the edge of the bed and he follows your lead, finding a spot right next to you. Your knee shakes up and down quickly while you play with the hem of your shirt. You’re obviously nervous as fuck, which he can’t really blame you. He watches you for a few moments before hesitantly placing a hand over your shaking knee, trying to stop the anxious movement and hoping to God he is not crossing any serious lines, he’s just really getting annoyed by your shaking knee and needs that shit to stop. You turn your head to face him and he is met with a look of frustration. He turns his head to face straight ahead and with a heavy sigh he says, “I feel that way too.” Because it’s true, you both must feel the same. It’s not like you want to be stuck here with him either. Right?

You finally let out a long breath, “How long?” you whisper. “How long will we be stuck here?” you begin to sniffle as your eyes become wet. Shit. He brings his hands to his lap and interlocks his fingers together.

“I…I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “But what are your thoughts? On what we read…” he clears his throat, clarifying as if it wasn’t already obvious.

You suck in a sharp breath, “I don’t know what to believe.” You admit. “But we are…” you gesture between you two, “This is—This is not happening.”

Taehyung rolls his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious statement in the world. He. Could. Not. Agree. More.

You continue, “Someone deciding for me? On this part of my life? That doesn’t sit right with me. No fucking thank you.”

“Yeah, me either.”

“I mean,” you turn to face him, “You seem decent and all, when you’re not being an ass, but this is all insane. Just insane.” You wear an annoyed expression, shaking your head in disbelief. He breathes out of his nose in attempt to laugh.

“Yeah, you’re telling me.”

“But…” you pause, choosing your next words carefully…you have to be careful with this next part. “But if it’s real? What are we—” and yup, just as expected, you are cut off with just a look. He furrows his brows together and pushes his head back in surprise.

“This can’t be forced y/n.” he states firmly. You raise your hands up in surrender.

“Oh my god, Taehyung. I know that! I fucking know, jeez. But we have to talk about all the possibilities.” You say firmly, “We’re stuck here for who knows how long and you read the same thing as me, right?” you push on, “3 months? 6 months? A fucking year?” you drag a heavy hand down your tired face. “And don’t even get me started on these damn ‘Requests’ and whatever they are!” You are clearly very frustrated…Taehyung looks at you with the same pity you’re sure he feels for himself.

“Okay, okay.” For the first time Taehyung speaks to you much more softly. “Listen, they can’t keep us here forever? We are going to prove we are that 1%. We just got to stay out of one another’s way and just wait it out until they return us home.” Then his frown deepens, “But wait, what about the ‘Requests’?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.

You strum your fingers on your thigh, staring down at your lap, in deep thought.

“I know this is weird but…” Taehyung starts.

“I know, we have to talk about it.” You finally look up at him and your entire face has gone pink.

“If the ‘Requests’ are, I don’t know, “pure” enough, we could just like do them?” you look at him with doe eyes, “Or like, if the penalty isn’t that bad…. I don’t know.” You ramble on.

The thing is, neither of you know what to expect from these ‘Requests’ and their penalties. It’s one huge mystery. And neither you nor Taehyung are a fan of mysteries. Taehyung watches as you begin shaking your knee in total panic again when he clears his throat.

“Hey…I think we can worry about that when or if the time comes, okay?”

“When or if…” you repeat slowly. “Okay.”

He stands from his place at the bed and begins walking towards the bedroom door.

“As long as we stay out of each other’s way, we should be good.”

“Stay out of each other’s way…” you nibble on your lips, “Like, we don’t talk or anything?”

“Precisely. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”

“But—”

“That’s just the way it’s got to be.”

“Fine.” You speak bitterly, “Fine by me.”

Stuck on a beautiful island in a beautiful house with a beau—with a man. What could possibly go wrong? Vacation from hell, here we go.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

weird, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: Your roommate and best friend, Kim Seokjin, forgot to double-check the autofill information and shipped his package from the online sex shop with your name on it. Naturally, this ends with you tying him up and sucking his dick, and him tying you up with you riding him like a wild animal. Wait, what?

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; friends with benefits; crack (sorry, I can't be serious for more than two seconds when writing Seokjin); yes, reader usually fucks younger dudes XD; smut (fem reader, D/s dynamics (both switches), bondage, m-receiving oral, thigh riding, cowgirl, spanking); non-idol!BTS - just two best friends fucking for sexual exploration, don't mind them

technically a prequel to love roulette, m | myg yes, this is the explanation to that mysterious package, but is it really an explanation or rather an excuse to fuck WWH, you decide

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“Seokjin, can I ask you something?”

“Hm?”

When Kim Seokjin looked at you, it was a bit like looking into the eyes someone much younger than you even though he wasn’t. He had that youth about him, the ‘here’s-to-never-growing-up’ sparkle in his large brown eyes, complete with parted lips in a small ‘o’ and, alright, yes, his Nintendo Switch in his hands.

“A long time ago, I asked you which way you think you lean, more dominant or more submissive, no?”

His handsome face flushed pink, slowly scooting away from you.

“Er… yeah, I remember…”

“What?”

“Huh?”

You poked him and he squeaked, slapping a hand over his side even though he was wearing a brown sweatshirt. Seokjin was always cold, even during the summer.

Your best friend was an odd character.

You chuckled. “Why are you being so awkward? I thought we were over this phase.”

Well, he should be. You had known Seokjin since elementary school and seen him, er, date was a strong word for what you both were doing in middle and high school, more like being bumbling messes and walking in on each other bonking classmates, but, hey, what mattered is that you both got better at it over the years.

It being sex.

Not romance.

You both still had only sketchy ideas about what romance was supposed to be.

“We are,” your best friend coughed, clearing his throat for absolutely no reason. “We are, I just…”

“Used my name for purchasing goods from an online sex shop?”

He choked and nearly flung his Switch. You caught it, swiftly placing it on the coffee table as you procured the cardboard box from behind your back, already open, address and name circled in thick black permanent marker on the rather inconspicuous package.

“W-What, that’s absurd, why would I ever–?”

You hummed pleasantly, sweeping the box away from his lanky limbs and his flailing hands. For someone who didn’t purchase goods from an online sex shop, he sure was interested in getting the box. He tumbled into your lap, and quickly scrambled back, black hair suddenly fluffed and wild from the movement.

“Something tells me you didn’t check the autocomplete form before clicking submit.”

You saw Seokjin choke on air.

He jerked away from you and fumbled with his phone beside him. You peeked over his broad shoulder and saw that he was scrolling through his emails like a madman, except Seokjin had a bad habit of never deleting any. He had maybe fifteen thousand unread emails to sort though.

“You don’t have to check. I am sure I didn’t order red cotton bondage rope and a leather flogger.”

Seokjin whipped his head around, face redder than a tomato, looking halfway between fainting and screaming.

You raised an eyebrow. “Is it for you or a mysterious imaginary girl that you’re dating?”

Now your best friend seemed to be contemplating holding his own breath until he passed out to avoid your questioning.

“I-It’s not for me!”

“Oooh, then who? You’re not an internet hookup kind of guy though… unless she was dumb enough to put her full name as her username, then she’s too airheaded to be a catfish–”

Seokjin flapped his hands, smacking you in your pajama-covered chest, sputtering. “No one! There’s no one! I just…!”

You caught one of his wrists, raising an eyebrow.

“Just?”

He froze.

Silence.

“… Seokjin?”

You left go of his hand. It stayed there, frozen in the air.

Ah, it seemed as if his soul left his body.

Rest in peace Kim Seokjin. You were the handsomest best friend one could ask for.

You prodded him in the side again and Seokjin doubled over, trying to cover his face with the large sleeves of his sweatshirt, long legs in black sweatpants curling up as if he could cocoon himself away from the conversation.

“Seokjin, you can be interested in whatever you want,” you snickered, placing the package next to his fetal positioned body. “I simply thought it was funny that you accidentally used my name. Although I wouldn’t use that flogger on a real person, only for posing in pictures. In any case, have fun being freaky by yourself and not for some mysterious woman you refuse to tell me about.”

You stood up, about to leave and give your best friend some space. You shouldn’t go too far teasing him after all.

“What do you mean?”

You stopped, looking back. Seokjin’s large brown eyes were peeking out of his splayed fingers, shifting awkwardly when you made eye contact. He cleared his throat. He was doing that a lot for someone who seemed perfectly healthy ten minutes ago, shrieking at himself for missing the ledge in his game and dying.

It had seemed like a good time to interrupt and embarrass him so you could save your eardrums.

He coughed and pointed to the box. “About the… um… whip… thingmabob…”

You cocked an eyebrow. “Isn’t it obvious?”

You marched over and opened the box, making Seokjin jolt and cover his red ears instinctively, but you ignored him, pulling out the black pleather flogger you had already unwrapped from the plastic – purely from thinking it was your own package, by the way, no other reason, surely not because you were mildly curious about what your best friend was into, nope – and you slapped the short three tails into your hand, wincing.

“This kind of cheap material is too plastic-like. If you use this on bare skin and hit too hard, you’re going to cut someone and I know you’re squeamish around blood, unless you secretly have a blood fetish too and have been a really good actor all this time–”

“How do you know that?”

You blinked at his question.

“What?”

Seokjin sat up, giving you a confused pout. “Why do you know something like that?”

Now it was your turn to shift your eyes around.

“Uh…”

Er… how to tell your best friend that the younger guy you were casually fucking for the past couple of weeks was, ah, rather knowledgeable about certain things, was, um, interested in teaching, uh, yeah, teaching…

Seokjin squinted at you suspiciously. “Is it that idol trainee that was here two nights ago when I was out drinking with Hose–”

You waved your hands very quickly, tossing the flog aside carelessly and slapping your thigh to silence Seokjin and his far too invasive questions. “Look. I just don’t want you to hurt anybody on accident, okay? Your rope choice was good though. You should always use an organic material for shibari, cotton, hemp, linen if you’re rich, but you’re a cheapskate, so–”

Your best friend narrowed his eyes into slits. “How much younger is that guy compared to you again? Hm? And what was his name? Ye–”

You slapped a hand over Seokjin’s mouth, smiling sweetly and dangerously, reaching into the box and pulling out the red cotton rope.

“I know a lot of knots now and I can tie a noose just for you, Seokjinnie.”

Your best friend, rightfully so, looked terrified.

“Now. Let’s talk about you, okay? Okay.”

You removed your hand and held onto the rope.

Seokjin gulped, but then shook his head vigorously, frowning. “What did you call it?” He was already moving past your death threat. Smart man.

“Call what?”

“Shi-something?”

“Shibari? Japanese rope tying?” You lifted the cotton cord in your hand. “Is that not what this is for?”

Seokjin blinked very rapidly.

You blinked back at him. Then it dawned onto you. “The diamond-y rope patterns where they’re all tied up and stuff.”

“Ah! Yeah! That!”

“You want that done to you?”

Seokjin jerked to one side. “What? No! To someone else. Maybe. No. What?”

You slowly placed the rope on his lap and scooted away.

“Uh… huh. Okay. Enjoy.”

“Wait,” he blurted.

“What?”

“CanIpracticeonyou?”

“Can you WHAT?” you echoed shrilly.

“Right, yeah, okay, never mind–”

-

“Seokjin.”

Your best friend choked on his own toothbrush and threw himself into the bathroom wall, colliding into the towel bar and howling in pain while simultaneously hacking up a lung.

“I’ve decided I am going to teach you some simple knots to prevent me from having to pick your naked ass up from the police station or hospital,” you said calmly as Seokjin half-died on the floor tangled in your mint green and his navy-blue bath towels. “And because I don’t want to have to cut some poor girl off your bedframe because you’ve blacked out running onto your door trying to find me.”

“I’ve never–” he wheezed.

“But you will if I don’t take precautions,” you cut in, grabbing your purple toothbrush and putting toothpaste on it as Seokjin attempted to collect himself off the ground. “Like that one time you ran into the window when that wasp was in the apartment.”

“That was a fucking wasp, you freaked out too!”

You started brushing your teeth. “Yeah, but I didn’t knock myself out and wake up with a fat bump on my forehead. That was you,” you gargled.

“Ack…”

“Anyway, I know a few things and I figured I would do a good deed and enlighten you.”

“Who taught you? Was it Ye–”

You jabbed Seokjin forcefully in the ribs and he immediately shut up because he choked on his toothbrush again.

-

“Why do you have scissors?”

“For cutting the rope.”

“Yeah, but why are they so big?”

“That’s what she said.”

Seokjin narrowed his eyes. “I hate you.”

“Cool, now I’m gonna tie you up. Give me your hands.”

You unwound the end from the bolt and frowned, nudging his knee with yours. You were both sitting on his bed, him cross legged and you on your knees because he was wearing black sweatpants and you were wearing no pants, just your usual large lavender pajama shirt with a pattern of yellow stars.

“Take off your sweatshirt. It’ll get in the way.”

“But I’m cold.”

“You won’t be because apparently this shit turns you on,” you snickered.

“Shut up, it does not. It’s the other way around,” Seokjin grumbled, yanking his chocolate brown sweatshirt over his head.

You paused.

“I thought you were more sub.”

Seokjin froze, head half-out of his sweatshirt. You waited. He didn’t move. You waited some more. He coughed and chucked the article of clothing aside, yanking his white t-shirt down and smoothing his hair, not looking at you.

You waited.

He smoothed his hair for a full two minutes.

“Um, anyway–”

You planted a hand on his knee and Seokjin tried to chop your hand away, only for you to snatch his wrist, so his other hand came up to stop you, but you wound the end of the rope around his wrist and bounced off his mattress, pinning your knees on top of his knees and making him squeak as he tumbled back into his pillows, bringing you with him. You had to jerk your head out of the way to avoid collision.

“My nuts!”

“I didn’t hit your precious nuts, you numbsku–”

Hang on.

You locked eyes with Seokjin under you, who gawked back at you, absolutely terrified.

“… You are still a sub.”

Seokjin winced. “Ugh, it’s just… I’m getting older, alright? I can change my mind…”

You could get off him. You could let it be. You totally could.

But were you going to?

No.

You straddled his abdomen and brought his hands to his chest with a big grin. Seokjin’s eyes turned into giant brown saucers. He looked ready to pass out and not from your weight because you weren’t putting much weight on him.

“W-W-What are y-you d-doing?!” he shrieked.

You rapped him in the forehead. “Teaching. Pay attention. Hands up.”

“You aren’t taking your rings off?”

He was referring to the three silver rings you wore on a daily basis – an onyx stone on your left middle finger, a goat-head shaped ring on your right thumb, and a skull with a jester hat on your right ring finger.

You raised an eyebrow. “Why do I need to take them off?”

He lifted his hands and gave you an exaggerated shrug in between your thighs. Come to think of it, Seokjin had a rather broad chest so you had to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate and hover over him.

Precarious.

“Ah, perfect.”

Your best friend yelped as you wrapped the rope around his wrists, leaving the end sticking out between them, first focusing on loosely binding. He tried to break away, but you harshly squeezed his sides with your thighs, narrowing your eyes.

“Stop squirming.”

He froze at your cold tone, shifting his eyes awkwardly.

“Watch. Now.”

His eyes immediately snapped to your hands.

“Wrists together.” You nudged them so the inner parts of the wrists were touching. “A little space in the center,” you added, looping out the end of the rope. “I’m just teaching you how I learned it, there are a few ways, but the details are important so you don’t prevent loss of circulation,” you added seriously, waiting for him to nod before continuing. “So, wind it around a couple times, but don’t overlap. Four or five?”

“But I can still get out.”

You glared at him. Seokjin shut up and jammed his plush pink lips together, shaking his head rapidly as if to say, who me? I wasn’t talking!

“Turn it ninety degrees like this,” you demonstrated. “And start going perpendicular to and in between the wrists to create the binding. Line up each coil side by side. Mind the starting end here. Then…” You reached for the scissors and snipped the excess away, dropping the rope and scissors beside you on the bed. “You tie it off on the outside. I use a square knot, so this end over this end, and then retie it the opposite way. Try to break free.”

Seokjin frowned at the red rope around his wrists, twisting it this way and that, squirming underneath your legs. You put your hands on your waist triumphantly, nodding to yourself in pride. You did a good job! It looked neat and it was inescapable without tightening on any blood vessels to cause any dangerous loss of circulation.

Hang on.

Seokjin froze.

You froze.

You both looked down.

You smacked him in the cheek.

“Ow!”

“What are you looking there for?!”

“Why did you hit me? Why do you always resort to violence?!” Seokjin accused, jabbing you underneath your breasts with his bound hands. “What is going on down there?”

“Nothing! Stop moving!”

“No!”

“You–”

You closed your thighs around Seokjin’s waist and sat down on him, causing him to gasp, wind knocked out of him as his diaphragm was pushed up into his lungs, struggling with the rope between his wrists and resorting to slamming them down on the bed above his head. You growled as you towered over him. He started yelling, as he always did.

“Yah!”

You slapped your free hand over his mouth.

“Silence.”

He glared at you behind your palm, breathing hard. You sat on top of him, breathing just as hard. He was bigger, strong, yes, but not in the position of power and – being honest, after all – your best friend was never really out to fight you and win. He was more of a ‘I’m-going-to-be-stupidly-annoying-until-you-do-what-I-want’ type, which made him rather childish in some ways. You were more of the ‘I’m-gonna-beat-your-ass’ type.

In conclusion, it was a healthy friendship.

Seokjin started licking your palm and making crazy eyes at you.

Your eye twitched.

“Stop it.”

Unsurprisingly, he did not, in fact, stop it.

“I said, stop it.”

And you slid down, past the wet spot now on his t-shirt, planting your soaked panties on top of his crotch, grinding down, and, yup, Seokjin bucked and yelped, immediately stopping and seizing up as if he could hide the massive erection that you had been willing to ignore but he was being a little – nah, actually, an extra-large, supersized – shit and it was getting on your last nerve, so what better way to resolve a wordless argument (on his part, heh) then humping his hard-on?

You removed your hand and Seokjin had a brief moment to gasp your name before you slid the pads of your fingers onto his tongue, rubbing it roughly and making his eyes nearly bulge out of his head.

“I told you to stop, but you aren’t listening,” you snarled.

Seokjin whimpered, brown orbs glassy, pupils blown out.

You stilled.

Hold on a second.

You had a brief epiphany where you realized you were grinding on your best friend’s dick with him tied up and you were wetter than the Yellow Sea. This wasn’t some guy you picked up at the night market that won you that sleeping Pikachu at the claw machines, only to chat him up and end up with bed with a guy who was – ack, never mind his age – anyway, this was your best friend.

Kim Seokjin.

Oh shit, I’ve gone too far.

You let go, backing up. “S… Sorry, I–”

But then Seokjin’s plush lips closed around your fingers, sucking hard and you choked slightly, feeling his hips roll and the tip of his clothed erection hit your covered clit. He was glaring at you. You gasped as his teeth gently but firmly caught your two fingers. It did hurt, but only a little. Mostly it sent a rush of rather uncomfortable and mind-boggling arousal racing from your knuckles to your core, drenching your panties further.

“Don’t stop,” he mumbled around your fingers.

Don’t stop?

DON’T STOP?

His teeth let go, panting, staring into your eyes.

“Don’t make this weird,” Seokjin muttered, shifting his gaze. “Don’t make this weird, okay?”

His brown eyes flickered back to you. His bound hands were still over his head, black hair flaring out of his pillows, white t-shirt messed up, still trapped between your thighs. You paused, fingers slipping out of his lips, the pads trailing on his lower lip, turning it glossy with his saliva.

Your heart was racing fast.

He furrowed his dark brows and, for the first time, his serious expression made you think that perhaps, maybe, there was a side of him down there, the other side to the coin.

“I just…” Seokjin exhaled slowly, not looking away from you. “I trust you to do this. You’re capable and knowledgeable. I know you are. Word gets around with your, er, habits with younger guys…”

You felt your cheeks heat and you scratched your head awkwardly.

“Anyway, it’s fine if you wanna… er… get off. With me. Because I’m so handsome and all.”

You were thiiiiiiis close to leaving out of sheer embarrassment that instantly dissipated at Seokjin’s sudden unexpected self-compliment. Instead, your eye twitched and you squinted in annoyance.

Seokjin coughed, ears singeing bright red. “Unless you can’t, of course. Because it’s easy to fall in love with me, and that would be very bad considering I don’t want to marry you–”

“I don’t want to marry you either,” you snapped. “You’re ugly.”

Seokjin gasped dramatically, highly offended. “How dare you–!”

He abruptly sat up and you twisted back, only for his arms to swing over your head and sandwich you between his tied wrists and his chest, ramming you back onto his lap and his hard dick. You hissed and bit down your moan, not willing to admit it was mildly turning you on, because of course neither you or Seokjin hated each other – only in that classic way best friends hate and love each other at the same time – and, yeah, sure, you could admit Seokjin was handsome and cute and fun to be around, but he wasn’t the one, not that you knew what the one was supposed to feel like or knew if you would ever feel such an intense, romantic love, but you had this strange idea that the one for you would be someone who could understand you on a different level, and you didn’t have that with Seokjin even if you did talk all the time. You were quite sure the feeling was mutual and now, looking into his brown eyes with a scowl, you saw that the feeling was indeed mutual.

Also, Seokjin was an immature shithead.

A loveable, worldwide handsome, immature shithead. Redeemable.

Still.

You were horny.

And Seokjin was horny.

You weren’t going to date Seokjin ever, but your best friend was hot as hell and you could definitely bang him without any regrets.

“Let’s fuck,” he breathed into your face.

You raised an eyebrow.

“Don’t make it weird.”

Don’t make it weird, yeah, okaaay dude–

Your thoughts were suddenly cut off when Seokjin kissed you.

His forearms closed in behind your back and he pressed his bound wrists into your shoulder blades, pushing you into his solid chest and his embrace, taking your breath away. He always had good hugs, even if they were just to comfort you when your favorite flavor of ice lollys stopped being stocked at your local grocery store – still tragic to this day – and even when he was clinging onto you like a howling monkey because a cockroach was in the bathroom and he was screaming at you to kill it and nearly blowing out your eardrums, even then…

Now.

You closed your legs in around his hips and rolled your crotch into him, suddenly kissing him back.

He gasped into your mouth, your eyes half-opening, him gazing back at you, long lashes and dark eyebrows and glowing tan skin, holy shit, your best friend was handsome as fuck, why did other men even try when Kim Seokjin existed?

“Are you falling in love with me because I’m so handsome?” Seokjin teased, nipping at your lower lip.

Your eye twitched. Oh, yes, that’s right, because you’re annoying.

You shoved him and he yelped, clutching your back as you both fell onto the bed with a flump! You slid out from under his arms, skin prickling at Seokjin’s involuntary whine at your departure. Don’t make this weird, yeah, okay, don’t turn me on this much, dumbass, you are reminding me of… You pushed the thought away.

You didn’t want to think about other people when the person you were touching was right in front of you.

“What are you – yah!”

You gripped the waistband of his sweatpants and yanked down, exposing his underwear – bright blue, nice, nice – and his clothed erection, leaning in, hot breath ghosting over it, Seokjin jerking his arms about because he seemed undecided on either if he wanted to see or not see, but you let him deal with that in his own time, lowering your mouth, tongue extended, fingers splayed over his hips, silver rings glinting in his bedroom lights.

“You look like a demon,” you heard from above you.

You planted your tongue on the spot where the head of his cock would be and soaked it with saliva.

“F-Fuck!”

That shut him up real quick.

Your eyes drifted up, lapping slowly, barely stimulating the sensitive head through his underwear, closing your lips around it so the fabric clung wetly to the taut skin underneath. His cock swelled and twitched under your mouth; the action was mirrored by Seokjin’s jaw. He was clenching it along with his hands balled into fists, gasping for breath.

“O-Oh, f-fuck…!”

You were beginning to get the hint with each passing second of working your tongue around his rapidly hardening cock. Seokjin had put himself in the sub category when you asked back then because he liked to things being done for him. It was less about the mental aspect and more of the physical acts of service in his case. However, he wasn’t very good at articulating what he wanted and thus the natural pattern of someone just doing it led to, ah, exhibit A.

You currently parting your lips and letting your tongue snake out, coating the length with saliva.

But.

You could see it in his eyes, that burning intensity.

Maybe part of it was because it was you. He probably didn’t have those butterfly jitters of trying to woo a stranger or the nervousness of looking bad in the honeymoon phase of a relationship. There was already a level of comfort – and the ability to readily shit-talk each other at any moment – and so Seokjin was free to relax, even if it was a bizarre situation of sexual discovery.

“Take it off,” he growled.

Your fingers creeped up his sides, hooking over his boxer briefs. Slow, deliberate, kissing up his length, on the tightrope, dominant in your control, submissive in the action, raising your head so Seokjin could lift his hips, feathering kisses on the exposed skin and making him hiss and shudder, eyelids fluttering, slipping into subservience a little.

At the end of the day, who killed the unwanted bugs in your shared apartment?

Yeah, you.

“Oh, f… fucking shit…”

You tilted your head and ran your tongue up and down the length, licking up the sides and circling around the thick head, bordering on frustratingly soft, switching to wet, sloppy kisses when his hands raised, making him pause, gazing down at you curiously and attentively, entranced by the action. You ducked down, tongue slurping around his balls, lifting his cock, kissing, sucking, eyes closing, tip of your wet muscle drawing zig-zag patterns that soft skin.

Seokjin moaned your name.

A shiver of electricity went up your spine.

Alright, fine, you were getting turned on.

You wrapped your lips around his balls and enveloped them both with your mouth.

“Whoa!”

You opened your eyes to see Seokjin staring wide-eyed at you, hands straight up to stare at you between his upper arms. You almost laughed at the hilarious triangular-looking pose, but your mouth was currently full, so you restrained yourself.

“That’s possible?! You can put both nuts in your mouth at the same time?!”

Uh.

Where you supposed to respond with your cheeks stuffed with his nutties?

You hummed casually in response.

“A-Ah…!”

Seokjin gasped at the vibrations and the movement of your tongue slapping all over them, short, rapid licks all over his skin, watching him with a cocked eyebrow, but he didn’t even notice, hands dropping and moaning to the ceiling, his eyes closing and savoring the hot wet warmth and the power of your mouth, shivering as your hand slowly stroked his length in time with your tongue.

You let him bask in it before detaching and swallowing his cock.

“Gah!”

Seokjiinie, you thought wryly, we gotta work on your repertoire of sex sounds.

You spied him looking down at you, so you paused around the swollen head and slid your tongue out, circling and wrapping around his length while sucking on the tip and rubbing the back of your tongue along the underside.

Seokjin made a bunch of weird croaking noises that were, strangely, rather attractive. Okay, you could admit it. You were kind of a sucker for your best friend in the most platonic way possible… while in the middle of sucking his dick.

What?

He was handsome!

You began to bob your head up and down, tongue and lips descending, taking him deep so you kissed the base of his cock, head buried in your throat, waiting for him to glance down at you, hazy brown orbs under lush lashes, and you would peek your tongue out and lap at his balls, interrupting the tightness, causing him to swear and jerk his hips up, urging you to keep consistent speed and pace, all the while watching every single movement of your tongue. You kept this irregular pace, slow, then fast, then slow again when he looked at you, then fast when the ecstasy was too much and he closed his eyes, over and over. You could see that a battle was being waged Seokjin’s pretty head, between wanting to observe the lewdness of you licking his balls with his hard cock buried in your throat while also desperately needing to get to the fuck off.

“You… bitch… suck me off properly, fuck…”

You raised all the way so only the head was in your mouth and sucked, rubbing up and around it, swirling all over, teasing the slit and soaking the sensitive skin, rutting it against the roof of your mouth and Seokjin groaned, pressing his head back into the pillows, black hair covering his eyes, fists pressed to his chest.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, please, let me cum!”

His hips rammed up and you dug your nails into them, wincing as the head hit the top of your throat and slid down, cutting off your air, and then he began to thrust erratically, the position, inability to use his hands as leverage, and your resistance not letting him set up a good rhythm. You had to force him back down, popping your mouth off, snarling.

“I’m gonna gag if you do that! You want me to vomit on your dick or what?”

But all of a sudden Seokjin sat up again, grabbing your pajama shirt and yanking you to him, saliva dripping down your chin and then it was on his chin, a messy, savage kiss, ravenous need in his actions, pulling you to him, close, closer, you twisting and then gasping as he pushed one of your thighs down, planting your soaked panties on the exposed part of his thigh.

“Ah, Seok–”

He attacked your lips again with a light growl, sparks shooting across your skin, his thigh rising and bouncing you both on the bed, his legs still tangled in his pants and underwear but the effect was undeniable.

Seokjin was making you ride his thigh.

Whoa.

He bit your lower lip and sucked hard, your eyes fluttering closed, hips rocking, heat turning hotter, wet turning wetter, your sticky, sweet juices clinging to his upper thigh, your own pressed against his saliva-covered cock, wrapping your arms around him, close, closer, you thrusting your tongue in his mouth and him moaning before he did the same to you, starting a tug of war, rubbing harder against his skin, his muscle tensing against your covered clit, friction and wetness everywhere, too many clothes and no eye contact, one of your hands slipping into his black locks and tilting his head, deepening the kiss and inhaling his exhale, shuddering at the erotic nature of the moment.

He mumbled your name against your lips, still clutching your pajamas, stars bunched in his hands, fingertips pressed into the curve of your breasts.

“Can I try the rope tying now?” Seokjin whispered, voice gravelly and low.

-

“Excuse me?”

There was a ripped-open condom wrapper sitting on the bed.

“What?”

Your pajama shirt, bra, and panties were on the floor, along with Seokjin’s shirt, sweatpants, and underwear.

“Why are you – gah!”

You sucked in a breath as you sank down on his cock. Fuck, it was tight, tight as you lowered yourself onto his hips, Seokjin gasping and clutching the long length of red cotton rope that you had carefully untied from his wrists. You had even taken the extra step to massage them afterward, not that he needed it because of your careful work – good job, past you – but he appreciated it all the same, because deep down Kim Seokjin was a prince.

“Oh my God, you’re so tight, shit, shit, shit…”

You neglected to tell your best friend that you were both low-key proud of and turned on by your own ability to take dick without much foreplay. That little edge of tightness added just the right amount of spice of pain that amplified to the pleasure.

Okay.

And yes, you felt a special kind of glee as you witnessed Seokjin’s stunned shock and near passed-out expression from being inside you.

You held out your wrists and grinned. “Go ahead. Tie me up.”

Seokjin gawked at you like you had three heads.

You squeezed your breasts together with your upper arms, tilting your head with a devilish grin.

“God, you’re so hot, but you look crazy,” he wheezed.

Your grin dropped and your eye twitched. “Is that supposed to be a compliment or…?”

Seokjin shrugged, and moved your hands so they were in the better position for him. Much to your annoyance, he didn’t elaborate.

“Um, let’s see, you left a bit out to use as a tie and…”

You began to rock your hips.

“H-Hey!”

The side of your lips curved upward. “What? We’re multitasking.”

“We–?” Seokjin choked, gritting his teeth as you pulsed around his hard length, rolling your hips gently, adjusting until you found a comfortable spot so the head hit you in just the right spot, ah, yes, right there, spreading your fingers out over his chest, leaning your forehead against his, not quite going full force but a slow, deliberate rhythm that wasn’t going to make either of you cum, but, damn, did it feel good.

Seokjin shuddered, gasping your name.

“Tie me up, Seokjin,” you murmured back, caressing his skin.

His eyes darted up, saturated with lust, searching your eyes, and you gazed back.

You could be a real jerk right now.

His hot exhale washed over your lips, a shudder of nervousness.

But this was your best friend, and he was trusting you.

You tilted your head and kissed him softly, flush against his plush lips.

“Come on,” you nudged his nose lightly. “Do it.”

You viewed him from under your lashes. He shivered. Almost.

He needed only one more little push.

“Want you, Seokjinnie,” you breathed against his skin, hints of need and desperation in your voice.

A small smile danced on his lips, staring into your eyes.

You might have fallen for him a little bit in that moment.

“Okay.”

He kissed the side of your mouth, a teasing little peck, and you smirked, turning your head so you wouldn’t break the image you had created for him, but he was already looking down, busily occupied with your wrists, so you drew back, focusing instead on riding him, closing your eyes. You built a leisurely, pleasurable pace, leaning forward a bit to rub your clit against the base of his cock, sighing contentedly at the way he filled you, a wonderful, thick, satisfying girth that you could get used to, other than the fact that most of the time Seokjin drove you up the wall, but, hey, maybe if both of you reached a certain age and you were still single, maybe you could marry your best friend solely for having accessible dick…

“Ah! Perfect.”

You cracked open one eye.

And tried not to burst out laughing.

“Erm… well…” you coughed, tugging at the rope a little. It looked messy and rather hideous, parts overlapping and twisting awkwardly, but he had the… basic idea? It wasn’t like you were going to do anything dumb anyway, so it was pretty good for a first time.

Seokjin frowned. “I don’t know how you did it so neatly…”

“You line up the coils next to each other – ah!”

He seemed to think that was good enough and grabbed handfuls of your ass, causing you to tip forward and brace your hands against his chest, gasping as his hips thrust up into you, abrupt pleasure blooming up your core, sudden squelch of wetness between your joined hips.

“Come on,” he grunted, clenching his jaw, tone getting deeper and more dangerous with each word. “I have to get off, and now.”

He smacked his hands down on your ass and you almost whimpered.

Almost.

Seokjin drew back a little, giving you a strange look.

“W… What?” you managed to get out.

He tilted his head. “Do you like that?”

You almost said, no, of course not, but you stopped yourself, looking down at the red rope tied around your wrists, heat flaring in your cheeks, ass stinging slightly from his slap.

His cock twitched inside you.

Your eyes flickered up to him. A sly smirk danced on your lips.

“Yeah. I like the things you do to me.”

You saw Seokjin pause, brown eyes widening a little, black hair over his forehead.

You pushed him down on the bed. He gasped, but he was used to it now, gripping your ass and tipping his head back as you began to really ride him, waving your hips to ram his cock into your pussy, not even noticing the moan seeping from your lips, fuck, it was good, fulfilling and deep, your bound hands on his chest, fingers spread out and nails digging into his skin a little, but Seokjin seemed to be into it, his own nails sinking into your ass, pushing you down with every descent, hitting you harder, rougher, intensifying the pleasure, building onto it. Hot breath, warm skin, joined hips, loud slaps, rocking bedframe, your breasts bouncing with each thrust, gazing at each other through half-lidded eyes, not quite seeing each other but drowning in the gratification, the roughness, gasping sharply as his open palm smacked down on your ass again, making it bounce and jiggle in his hands, your core and thighs squeezing tighter, witnessing his tight hiss of desire, mesmerized by your sound so he did it again, spanking the other cheek, and you did it again, whimper creeping out, arousal consuming his handsome features, intoxicated by your reaction to his action so he did it again and again, hard, stinging slaps as you rode his stiff, quivering cock harder and faster, fuck, Seokjin must be incredibly turned on because he was so fucking hard, just so incredibly sexy how hard he was right now, even the pain was nothing but an injection of added carnal pleasure, throwing your head back and sinking your nails into his skin, fucking him recklessly, forgetting about hiding your moans, who the fuck cared, not you and not him because Seokjin too was crying out, the sinful sound of sex echoing off his bedroom walls, except instead of you in your bedroom putting headphones on to drown him out, you were in his bedroom, doing it, fucking the daylights out of him.

Alright.

You could see why girls wanted to date your best friend now.

Seokjin was a loud dork, but he had a great dick.

“F-Fuck, Seokjin, fuck!”

He had a similar response, although it was more a choked garble of your name mixed with, “Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

You must really be drunk on his dick because even that turned you on and tipped you over the edge.

Your thighs tensed and you moaned deeply, tucking your chin down and spreading your palms onto his pecs, wrists straining against the cotton rope, a rapid torrent of adrenaline soaring through you and then you smacked your ass down onto Seokjin’s crotch, whining as you came in vicious pulses of pleasure, clenching around his jerking length and you realized Seokjin was clutching your ass, pinning it down so you couldn’t move, shooting his release into the condom, so much that you felt his cock shudder and throb inside you, head buried in your deepest, most pleasurable spot, you feeling all of him and him feeling all of you.

Holy shit.

You almost saw stars.

“Hah… wow… I guess I can’t blame younger dudes for wanting this pussy…”

Your eyes weren’t open but your eyebrow twitched in annoyance.

“Shut up, Seokjin.”

-

“Come on, man! Look what you did!” Seokjin barked accusingly, pointing to his chest with red indents of your rings.

“Excuse me? I’m the one who has scratches and a bruised ass!”

“You’ve marred my beautiful skin! I should fine you!”

“Where’s that fuckin’ whip – get your naked ass back here, Kim Seokjin!”

-

Hm, well, maybe you would find your true love some other time. Maybe try gambling?

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[shroudcore]

Speak now, or forever hold your peace.

Summary: Ace, Rook, Epel, and Riddle failed to stop Eliza and Idia’s wedding. All hope is lost, and midnight is approaching. 

An angstier take on Ghost Marriage. Idia x GN!reader. Idia-centric. Reader is MC, or takes the role of MC in this story. (Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

Warnings: none

Wyd when you’re minutes away from receiving the literal kiss of death? Idia wished he could ask Threaddit. Of all ways to go, he never imagined getting kidnapped by a ghost princess and being forced to marry her. It was a dark but almost funny twist that wrote itself into his uneventful shut-in life. 

“The wait is over, my prince. It’s time for our vows!” Eliza told him, as if this were something to be happy about. It was absolutely baffling how she never noticed his tears today. His pleas fell to deaf ears as an ancient wedding march played, which sounded more like a funeral march. It was a fitting BGM. 

> Idia tried to escape, but was paralyzed on the floor and couldn’t move an inch! 

> We need a healer to come save us! 

> Someone with a skill to clear debuffs!

At first, he thought it was ridiculous for him to be chosen when Vil, Leona, and Malleus were right there. But now, he figured it was only right for an NPC like him to be sacrificed so that the heroes could shine. The problem was that there were no heroes here—everyone here was selfish. Besides, no one could really save him now. His schoolmates lay defeated on the floor, frozen by Eliza’s OP status effect. 

Ace-shi was tied up and silenced after “offending the princess”. He tried to speak, but only incoherent grumbling could be heard with that silvery, translucent gag in the way. 

Epel-shi followed after him, but started yelling and wildly waving his bouquet around after Eliza asked him to consider being a bridesmaid. He had to be restrained by the ghosts. 

Rook-shi almost did it, but was slapped after Eliza somehow felt that his words weren’t for her alone. 

Riddle-shi was rejected for being too short. He tried to reason with the princess, making her feel that he was too serious. He was slapped. 

These four would-be saviors were frozen on the floor like everyone who came before. The Headmaster was nowhere to be seen. Since he’d been kidnapped, Ortho had been trying to help. Unfortunately, his brother was unable to do much for him without anyone’s aid. He isn’t even here right now. Idia’s heart broke at the thought of his brother still gathering people to help him.

And you? He hadn’t seen you all day.

While he waited for a savior, Eliza waited for his “I Do.” When the clock strikes twelve, she would kiss him. Then, it would be Game Over. 

“I stand before this couple this day to unite them in the bonds of matrimony,” begins the ghost officiant. Idia thinks of his unfinished manga volumes, the anime he didn’t get to watch, the games he never got to play, and movie sequels he’d never get to see. Most importantly, he thinks of you—his unexpected friend. Or maybe the more appropriate word would be crush. These past few weeks, he strongly denied these feelings as if his life depended upon it. Maybe it did. 

“... if there be anyone present that may present a just and lawful cause why these two individuals may not be lawfully wed…”

It was totally lame, but yes—your rejection would Crit him. 

“... let them speak now or forever hold their peace.” 

If his schoolmates couldn’t do anything, he didn’t expect you, a magicless human to be able to stop this. Still, it would have felt better to see you try. So, where were you? Did you ever care for him at all, or did he overestimate your friendship points? 

“Do you, Idia Shroud, take Eliza as your lawful wife...”

Can someone crash through those doors right at this moment?

to have and to hold from this day forward—”

Maybe an explosion could happen in the middle of the cafeteria idk

“for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer,”

Or the ground could crack open, sucking all the ghosts into the Underworld! 

in sickness and in health?” 

Anyone, please?

“Man, I’m so done with this!” Floyd whined, cutting off the vows and distracting the ghosts. Idia let himself exhale as he silently thanked the eel for interrupting. “When Mr. Firefly Squid gets a kiss, we get to go home, right? Get it done already.” Oh. Or maybe not.

“My back is starting to hurt from being stuck in the same position for so long. Give her a good peck on the lips while the gettin’s good,” said Lilia. What? I gamed with you! Traitor!

“Do as Lilia says! Hurry and give her a good peck!” yelled Sebek. This was followed by more jeers—more urging for him to just die already. 

Unbelievable. But he should’ve expected this from the beginning. This was why he hated people. None of them liked him, so none of them would care. It was fair, wasn’t it? There was no one he cared about in here. Only Ortho strongly protested against the wedding, but what could he do and where was he now? If only he knew this was going to happen, then maybe he could have installed some ghostbusting features into Ortho—like that one movie he watched!

In his desperation, he tried to appeal to the closest person to him in the room. “Azul-shi, we’re board game club buddies. Do something!” 

But his friend, if he could even be called that, only faked a sniffle. “I’m so moved I can barely see through my tears. Congratulations, you have my blessing!”

If Azul-shi, his closest in the room won’t and couldn’t help him, who would? He hoped it would be you, but that hope has long been squashed and only left him hating that he ever hoped at all. He must have bullied you too much while you were gaming. Did he overdo the trash talk? Was he too mean? (He swears it was all light-hearted!) Did he shut you out too much? Did you hate hanging out with him all along? Of course you would. 

Gaming together and talking on VC for hours, he supposed, weren’t enough to make you care if he lost his life tonight. 

Eliza talking about the kiss barely registered as a lone tear escaped his eye. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” If you were here, would you be chanting with them? Probably. It’s about time you showed your true colors too. 

“STOP CHEERING!” he yelled, anger flaring amidst his sadness. Did he deserve this? Did he deserve to be this hated?  

“Pay them no more mind, Idia. Midnight is here!” 

“Shut up, shut up! Can’t you see I don’t want this?”

But Eliza leans in, drawing closer and closer. Tears seep out of Idia’s eyes, weeping for things that never came to pass. No. No. No, he chanted in his head with his eyes closed, as if it could do anything. A chilly feeling begins to cover his face. This is it. GG. 

A sad and pathetic ending for a sad and pathetic shut-in boy. This was the only love he’ll ever get. Love wasn’t real. Heroes aren’t real. Dating sims aren’t reality. He should just—

BANG. 

Huh?

“I OBJECT!” 

“That voice!”

“Is it really…?”

Gasps and murmurs erupted in the hall at the sudden arrival of a figure clad in all-black. Beside them was Ortho, and at their feet was Grim. A large hat obscured their face, adding to the mystery of their person. The entire hall was awe-struck.

The ghosts whispered in confusion and alarm, but those who recognized the voice began hoping to be saved. Eliza, who’d been stunned into silence, quickly grew annoyed at the new interruption. 

“Who is that?” she asked him, but Idia couldn’t care about her. His heartbeat drummed in his ears. His blood was alive. There they were again—those butterflies you’ve been giving him… as cliché as that sounds. 

He watched you take off your hat as the hall greeted you with cheers. 

~~

To be continued

This is my first post and I’m nervous as hell.

I’ve been seeing the “Yuu-crashes-Ghost-marriage” idea around and decided to write my (really long) version of it. (Seriously, it got really long ahaha) Thank you for reading. If you liked this, stay tuned for the next parts!

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4)

[hermiione]

spotlight on me and I'm ready to break

(season 5 speculations, pre-relationship, and cannot stress this enough, spoilers)

ao3 link

Honestly, this isn’t even the most ridiculous thing he’s seen in his life, but it’s high up there on the list.

Wolves? Check.

Camels? Okay.

Fucking emus? Cool.

What is even his life anymore?

And that’s not counting Buck in his cut off shirts and suspenders.

Eddie should have seen this coming.

L.A is in the middle of one of the worst heat waves in the last 20 something years and they’re all firefighters, so they can’t exactly hang out by the pool and cool down like the rest of the city. They have to make do with the air con blasting and bottles of icy cold water pressed against bare skin in the fire station but when they are out on a call in the middle of the L.A streets? That’s when all bets come off.

Hence, Buck in his ridiculous tight tank tops that show off his biceps obscenely.

Eddie’s not the only one staring. He can see many a bystander ogling Buck’s arms none too subtly and he resists the ridiculous urge to stomp over to the blond and make him put on his turnout jacket.

Because, one, as mentioned before, they’re in the middle of one of the worst heat waves in LA history.

And two, Eddie has no claim over Buck. He doesn’t get to be possessive or angry. They’re not together, as much as Eddie might wish otherwise.

Buck has Taylor now, which...Eddie is fine with, honestly. Buck can be with whoever he wants, and he had pined after Taylor Kelly long enough. Just because Eddie hadn't lasted with Ana doesn't mean Buck has to be miserable too.

Not that Eddie was miserable when he ended things with Ana. It had been a long time coming. Things had been nice with Ana, but it had never made his heart race, or made his palms sweaty, or made him lose his goddamn sleep. It's always easy to mistake nice for right. So, it had come as no surprise when his relationship with Ana fizzled out soon after the incident.

Even now, Eddie thinks of that day as the incident.

The incident where you were shot, Eddie’s mind sometimes whispers, and you were bleeding out in a L.A street staring at your best friend.

Eddie always shies away from the thought rather quickly and tells his mind firmly to shut up.

Turns out, it’s not easy or fair to be in a relationship with someone when you’re in love with someone else. And wasn’t that a shocker? Realizing you’re in love with your best friend when the last thing you wanted to see before your death was his face and then wanting his face to be the first thing you see after waking up when you thought you never would - that tends to change your perspective on life.

So, yes, he broke up with Ana barely two weeks after coming home. He didn’t tell Buck for two more weeks.

He had thought of telling him at the most inopportune of moments. He’d thought of telling him when Buck smoothed back his hair after a hard PT session. He’d thought of telling him when he was watching Buck help Christopher with his homework. He’d thought of telling him while watching him do the dishes after dinner. And he’d thought of nothing but telling him after waking up from a nightmare and resisting the urge to walk over to the couch where Buck was sleeping and climbing in with him.

Because...Buck would inevitably ask him why. And that’s a question Eddie isn’t willing to answer on the best of his days. At least, not out loud.

Besides, Buck has Taylor. Eddie can’t fuck that up for him. He’d already wasted so much of his time taking care of Eddie when he could have spent that time with his girlfriend. As much as Eddie resented himself for it, a part of him was selfishly glad because Buck chose him. Buck chose him and Christopher over his girlfriend and everything else.

And Eddie’s not even remotely close to being okay enough to have that conversation with Buck. He still wakes up drenched in sweat, swallowing back his screams. He still flinches when a car backfires or he sees a glint of metal out of the corner of his eyes. He still sees Buck’s face spattered with red, his eyes frozen in shock. It’s not something you can get over easily. But Buck doesn’t need to know that.

Buck has enough on his plate without Eddie adding to it.

So, Eddie had sent Buck home three months after coming home. Buck has a life, and Eddie’s interrupted enough as it is. Buck went, protesting the whole way, and promising to be back every day to help. He’d kept his promise.

Eddie doesn’t ask about Taylor anymore. He doesn’t want to know how Buck is coping with having a new relationship when he spends every day at Eddie’s house. It's fun, and Eddie gets to pretend that Buck is his. He gets to have Buck on and off the job. Everyone wins.

Which brings them back here, in a L.A street, chasing escaped zoo animals and decidedly not ogling Buck’s arms.

Because, arms.

And Eddie still hasn’t forgotten how Buck had picked him up and thrown him over his shoulders easily when he’d been hurt and bleeding out. And he can't spiral down that rabbit hole again so he shuts that down firmly and quickly with relative success.

But Buck's arms look obscenely huge and they are glistening with sweat. Eddie can sort of sympathize with the people staring.

“You’re drooling,” Hen says drily.

Eddie didn’t even hear her approach. He wipes the back of his palm against his chin hastily before freezing, looking at Hen with wide eyes.

Hen just laughs at him. “Go help your boy,” she tells him, pointing with her chin at where Buck is looking around the streets with a confusion that seems particularly suited to this day. “He’s probably trying to figure out where the next animal is. Go help him.”

And Eddie does, because he may not be able to talk to Buck about his heart, but he can certainly help him wrangle some stupid animals.

His panic can wait another day.

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Timeline of Middle-Earth

To develop a clearer sense of the sheer scale of the timelines we’re dealing with in Middle-earth’s Ages of the Sun, I thought I would put it in perspective by comparing it to real-world history. This can be done comparatively simply because the main events of The Lord of the Ring occur in 3018-3019 BC. (3020 in Middle-earth is a very good year, conspicuously unlike our 2020.)

So if we analogize T.A. 3019 to our 2019, we can get a sense in our terms of how long ago various Middle-earth events were to (mortal) characters in The Lord of the Rings. The beginning of the Third Age, for example, would line up with 1000 BC (approximately the time of Solomon). The beginning of the Second Age would be 4441 BC, and the beginning of the (much shorter) First Age a little before 5000 BC. A lot of my dates will be from the history of the Ancient Near East and Europe, simply because those are the periods of ancient history I’m most familiar with.

Using this comparison, the beginning of the Second Age and the foundation of Númenor is roughly contemporary with the earliest development of the wheel (~4500 BC, Wikipedia tells me) and the earliest forms of writing. So if you want a timescale for just how old any elf who saw the First Age was, that’s a helpful starting point (Maglor and Galadriel are, of course, much older).

The forging of the One Ring (c. S.A. 1600) corresponds to a little before the construction of the Great Pyramid of Giza.

The imperialist era of Númenor, under Tar-Ciryatan, begins at about the same time as the building of the Great Pyramid of Giza (~2500 BC) and lasts until roughly the end of the New Kingdom of Egypt (that’s the one that included Hatshepsut and Ramses II) a little before 1000 BC. That makes ancient Egypt really quite helpful for envisioning the span of Númenor’s history, except that Númenor also had about 1900 years of being non-terrible prior to that.

The Last Alliance of Elves and Men corresponds to around 1000 BC, around the tine of the start of the Chinese Zhou dynasty (for context, this is still well before Qin Shi Huang and the Terra-Cotta Army) and the time of David and Solomon in ancient Israel.

Arwen is born in the year 241 of the Third Age. This roughly corresponds to the time of the composition of the Iliad and Odyssey by Homer. So when Elrond tells Aragorn that Arwen is far, far older than him, he is, if anything, understating the point.

The breakup of Arnor into three realms occurs in T.A. 861. We have now skipped over a quite considerable period of time (past the Assyrians, Babylonians, and Alexander the Great in the ancient near east, andpast Qin Shi Huang in China) to the time of the Roman Republic and of the Han dynasty. So that gives some perspective on what Aragorn re-founding the kindom of Arnor means - the the people of, say, Bree, this is a kingdom from ancient history.

Around T.A. 1000 - corresponding to the time of the New Testament and the early Roman Empire - the Istari arrive in Middle-earth and the first hobbits come to Eriador (i.e. the land west of the Misty Mountains). However, the hobbits don’t cross the Brandywine and found the Shire until a long time later (T.A. 1600).

The centuries around T.A. 1300s-1400s see civil war in Arnor (incited by the Witch-king of Angmar) and Gondor, and in invasion of Arnor by the Witch-king. This corresponds to around A.D. 300s-400s in our time, and the fall of the Roman Empire.

The Shire is founded in T.A. 1601, corresponding to around our A.D. 600. This is roughly equivalent the time of the founding of Islam in our world. So the Shire’s got a very considerable history behind it!

The fall of the north-kingdom of Arnor to the Witch-king occurred in T.A. 1974. Also in the late 1900s of the Third Age, the Witch-king returns to Mordor; a Balrog appears in Moria and drives out the dwarves; and Thrain I founds the Kingdom Under the Mountain in Erebor. A little after (T.A. 2050) the line of the kings in Gondor ends and the time of the Stewards begins. This is equivalent, in our terms, to around the time of the Norman Conquest of England, and of Cahokia in North America. When Boromir asks his father why the Stewards of Gondor are not considered kings yet, he has a point.

In 2463, the White Council is formed; this is also around the same time that Gollum obtains the Ring. Roughly speaking, this is equivalent to the time of the Renaissance in Europe for us. Gollum had the Ring for a really freaking long time.

The arrival of the Rohirrim, and the granting of Calenardhon to them as the realm of Rohan (irrespective of its actual inhabitants) occurs in 2510 of the Third Age, or close to equivalent with the beginning of the Reformation for us.

The Bagginses, Tooks, and Brandybucks can trace their ancestry back to the years 1000s to 1100s in Shure-reckoning (2600s-2700s of the Third Age), equivalent to a family in our time being able to trace its lineage to the 1600s-1700s A.D.

Smaug’s destruction of the Kingdom under the Mountain is in T.A. 2770, shortly followed by the War of the Dwarves and Orcs when Thror (Thorin’s grandfather) is killed by an orc in Moria. In our terms, corresponding to 1770, around the time of the American Revolution. Thorin dies in T.A. 2941 (equiv. A.D. 1941), to to get a perspective on dwarf ages, Thorin’s lifespan is equivalent to someone being able to fight in both the American Revolution and World War II.

Bilbo is born in T.A. 2890, equivalent to 1890 (the Gilded Age) in our time. The Fell Winter, when wolves attack the Shire over the frozen Brandywine, happens when he is 10 years old.

Aragorn and Denethor are born at almost the same time, Denethor in T.A. 2930 and Aragorn in T.A. 2931. Huh, hadn’t realized that. How mich does Denethor resent that he’s an old man while Aragorn is still in the prime of his life. Anyway, this is around the 1930s in our terms.

The events of the Hobbit take place in T.A. 2941, equivalent to our 1941 - a happier year for Middle-earth than for us, certainly.

Frodo is born in 2968, equivalent to our 1968.

Bilbo’s eleventy-first birthday, and the events of The Lord of the Rings, occurs in T.A. 3001, equivalent to our 2001.

So, hopefully that gives some perspective on how long ago the various events of Middle-earth’s history would feel to the mortal - or at least, human and hobbit - characters of The Lord of the Rings. The major difference is that the existence of elves mean that both written records and living memory go back far, far further for Middle-earth than they do for us.

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hurt/comfort [childe]

a/n: this was requested by the sweet @clemmywrites , thank you for your request!

warnings: injuries, blood, a little pda(?) i’m not sure lol — feel free to message me about anything that could be triggering.

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the blood was so thick it coated snow and dyed it crimson red, maroon as crimson agates at the peaks of dragonspine and childe found himself grinning as his breaths came out in sharp gasps at the analogy. who would’ve thought his fall from grace would come so soon?

ah, if traveler could see me now... a pained chuckle hurtled through his lips with bloodied coughs, his ruptured lungs were indeed giving out, and as his vision began to blur, he saw an approaching figure in the distance, and called them death.

when his eyes fluttered open, his throat burned and a second later, he realized it wasn’t just the lack of vocal chord usage that scratched but that he’d screamed himself awake.

your arms were outstretched with your palms facing his bandaged abdomen, “i know it hurts,” you started, “but you’re bleeding internally and i’m trying to stop it.”

“am i dead?” childe blurted, hands searching his upper body as if that would confirm his suspicions.

at the shake of your head, he began to shift, trying to create distance between you. he’s never let anyone watch him be vulnerable before. he didn’t like the bitter taste that notion left in his mouth.

“stop fidgeting, your lungs are ruptured,” you had stood up to fuss over him, and he was surprised to see your hands convey unconventional strength as you gently pushed him back.

he hissed as the pain in his chest sizzled, “what are you doing?”

you huffed, unceremoniously throwing a blanket over him, “i’m closing your wound. sit still before you bleed all over my bed.”

childe debated his options, before he collected the blanket and tossed it to the floor, “i don’t need your help. i have business to attend to.”

he could see your annoyance in the twitch of your brow. you drew back your chair and it scraped against the floor and the sound rang in his ear as you waved your arm to the door, “go ahead.”

“thank you!” he exclaimed, gathering his torn shirt from the bed before he tried to stand up. he sucked in a sharp breath as the pain crashed upon him as though a dam broke and set it free and he knew then, you stopped whatever magic you were using to keep it at bay. it spread through his chest and down his abdomen, searing hot and nearly blinding as he tried to defy it.

his forehead glistened as he strained not to cry out, a pathetic mewl finally slipped out his mouth and he succumbed, falling back against your soft pillows, “fuck, please make it stop.”

“gee, i wonder who it was that warned you to stay put,” you muttered, but it wasn’t humorless.

childe’s eyelids started to feel like they weighed a ton, and he fell asleep with a lopsided grin as the pain subsided.

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it took a lot of probing, but childe has now allowed you to feed him, bathe him and help him with anything that required movement, much to his dismay. it wasn’t optional; all he wanted was to tough it out but the moment you got distracted, or dosed off on the chair opposite him, his physical ailments grew intolerable. he was extremely aware of how reliant he’s become on you, and it left a sour taste in his mouth.

“are you my punishment?” he asked on the fifth day as you busied yourself with a book, settling on the stack of blankets you’ve turned into a bed during his stay.

he watched as you blinked, thick lashes drawing shadows across your cheek bones, “punishment? have i let a bad man into my home?”

“i’m not bad— well, i am but i bear you no ill will,” childe grinned toothily.

you smiled back, “hmm... whatever will little old me do?”

and the way you sounded like you weren’t remotely afraid of him made the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end, but he never shied away from danger and instead bared his teeth right back at growling beasts. a slithering snake that waited for it’s prey to fall in a trap never frightened him either.

“you somehow don’t strike me as little,” he muttered when your gaze returned to your book.

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when his muscles no longer burned with ache, and the pain turned into afterthought, childe threw his tattered shirt on.

you smiled, watching as the material covered the ridges and scars across his back, noting this may be the last time you see him.

“off on a new adventure?” you murmured softly. “i’m afraid i may not be there to nurse you back to life,” you continued when he didn’t answer.

childe zipped up his jacket and then walked towards you. his hands were calloused as they gently took hold of yours. “come with me, comrade. i still haven’t had the pleasure of sparring with you,” his mouth curved.

“i’m afraid i don’t have it in me to watch you fight losing battles,” you said half-heartedly.

the fact of the matter was, before you met him, you’d been completely stranded, heart locked away in a cabin in the middle of nowhere, so afraid of the world outside and hurt beyond second chances.

but something about the dark pools swimming in a lighter shade of blue felt familiar, as lonesome and hungry for companionship as you did. you knew he was dangerous. you knew leaving with him went against your self-preservation. but you wavered at the word “comrade”.

“i’ll have you know i don’t usually end up this beat up,” you wouldn’t have known he was sulking, but then his lips puckered in a childish pout. “i’m quite strong. fight me and you’ll see,” he gave your arm a light nudge, “besides, surviving defeats is what makes you stronger. wouldn’t you say?”

you worried at your lower lip, watching the bob of his throat as he swallowed.

one of his hands nestled on your chin and he forced you to look at him. “come on. i’ll pay you well for your services,” he suggested cheekily, “how much is it, a million mora per heal?”

you scoffed, “make it three and i’ll consider your offer.” you didn’t know then that childe had you putty in his hands. literally.

he didn’t even wince at the price of your services. unaware it was in jest, he nodded eagerly, “the tsaritsa will compensate you well, comrade!”

with very little packing, the two of you were packed and on your merry way to the frozen lands of sneznaya.

childe didn’t know then that he picked up the one person he’d lose every battle to.

[cipheress-to-k-pop]

Ooh! NW Ben x Reader? With a typical anime "love umbrella" scene?? Pweeeeeeeease~?

Under The Love Umbrella

Pairing: (No Watch) Ben Tennyson x Reader

Warnings: None

Word Count: 962 words

A/N: Holy shi—Dude I love whatever you write. Honestly such a big fan! Thanks for requesting! Feel free to do it again and I really hope you like it!

You couldn’t stop yourself from sniffling, feeling a cold breeze blow past you and feeling your nose start to get stuffy. It was likely you’d get a cold before reaching home even though you were protected from the cold rain. Still, you’d occasionally get pelted by a few drops, immediately shivering in response.

You huddled closer towards your boyfriend, trying to get your shoulder underneath the umbrella he was holding above both your heads. The wind whipped in your ears and you shivered again, burying your freezing fingertips in your pocket.

Ben glanced at you, pouting at the way your figure kept shrinking into itself. He hesitated, wondering if he should overstep his boundaries before wrapping an arm around your shoulder and bringing your body to his. Your eyes widened for a second, surprised at his sudden courage before you sighed, relishing in the slight warmth it gave you.

You hadn’t been dating Ben for that long, a few weeks at most, and you were quick to learn that he wasn’t that bold when it came to expressing his affection. He showed his feelings in acts of service; thoughtfully bringing you some strawberry milk, carrying your books for you, or in today’s case, walking you home in the rain because you forgot your umbrella.

Even though you understood his introversion and his hesitance towards physical touch, you couldn’t help but wonder why, after weeks of dating, he had yet to kiss you. There had been many opportunities to, and yet, he never had.

Sure, he was timid and a little reserved but you were more than happy to wait for him to come out of his shell. But even then, you found yourself wondering if he was just shy or if it was something you had done. Without realizing, you were left staring up at him in a dazed manner, walking beside him out of habit.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” He made eye contact with you, face getting hot when he noticed just how intense your gaze was.

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?”

The question surprised him. He ended up halting in the middle of the sidewalk and you got slightly showered by the rain before you could stop right alongside him.

Ben couldn’t stop his cheeks from flaring red, the blush crawling up to his ears and down his neck. Suddenly the cold weather seemed useless as he felt his skin burning.

“What?” He asked obtusely.

“Why haven’t you kissed me yet?” You asked again, more firmly this time, wanting to get an answer out of him.

“Oh, uh, did—did you want me to kiss you?”

“Well, yeah, it’s been a couple of weeks overdue don’t you think? Is there some reason that you haven’t? Because if there is then I don’t want to pry or anything—” You began rambling, suddenly feeling rude for putting him on the spot like this. You were still a new couple; it was difficult to tell where his boundaries lay.

“No! I wanted to; I was just not sure that you wanted to.” He explained shyly, and you felt a wave of warmth pass by you. He was so cute.

“I wanted to.” You breathed.

It looked like he didn’t really know what to do with that information and you found some amusement watching his lips quiver before a wide smile spread on his face.

“Oh, okay.” He nodded meekly before turning away from you and you chuckled underneath your breath, starting to walk beside him again. You heard the sound of the rain in your head, liking the smell of it now. It was kind of damp and gloomy, but you had to appreciate the cool weather and silence.

You looped your arm through Ben’s sticking closer to him this time and he smiled gently at you. You walked side by side until your neighbourhood came into sight and you felt a little disappointed, wanting to stay by Ben’s side just a little longer.

Unfortunately, your house came sooner than expected and you couldn’t hide the sigh of disappointment the closer you got to it.

You spared Ben a smile, “I guess I’ll see you tomorrow then.”

He nodded, looking a little distant, “I’ll drop you to your door.”

Suddenly, you felt cold and gasped slightly as cold rain washed over you. Goosebumps immediately erupted all along your body and you shivered as your hair and clothes got wet.

Ben’s hands framed your jaw delicately, pulling you to meet his lips in a soft kiss. You sighed contently, feeling warmth despite being pelted by icy raindrops and let your hands settle on his waist.

He titled your head slightly, capturing your lips again and this time you felt the rain drip down both your faces. Your breaths came out sharp and laboured, the air getting stolen from your chest as Ben kept kissing you like you were frozen in time.

And it felt like you were.

It felt like you were the only two left on the planet. Your surroundings seemed to fade into nothingness and all that mattered was how his soft lips brushed over yours.

You forgot all about the freezing rain and the harsh wind, pulling Ben closer to you and wrapping your arms around his neck, standing on your tip toes. One of his hands went from your jaw to hold the back of your head, fingers weaving through damp hair.

You two kept kissing as the rain beat on you, bodies moulding into one, not bothering to care about what was going on around you. Nothing was more important during the moment your lips were on his.

The umbrella lay abandoned at your feet, forgotten by the two lovers in the rain.

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