#at least pretend to help your boyfriend fix that power point presentation

[maxiewolfe]

there's something about the way they are portraying the triad that I'm not understanding... and that's how they are showing them to us in pairs, last week's ep it was max and aki (tho them being separated was part of the plot) and this week's is max and audrey but I want to see them all together, like aside from the bit of the speech and both ak and aud saying "it's in your jacket" or something like that, we didn't see them together... and I saw someone else point out that audrey and aki havent kissed at all in this season???? like I know they dont have to be together 247 but like I WANT TO SEE THEM TOGETHER?

[withkun]

visage | j. jaehyun

genre: enemies to lovers... kinda? with some fluff and smut :) word count: 5.2k  pairing: reader x jaehyun warnings: graphic hetersexual sex (oral, penetration, etc), swearing, excessive world building summary: Your first day of work at your first real job began terribly. You hadn’t got enough sleep, you could barely eat your breakfast, and you managed to get lost on the way. Soon, you discover you’re working alongside serial charmer Jaehyun Jung and that he will stop at nothing to be the best. 

a/n: this is a mess im sorry lmao. i somehow managed to use jaehyun 86 times in here ... girl...

You felt completely, utterly, and hopelessly lost – all on the first day of your first real job. That morning, you awoke two hours earlier than you had to. If you had a choice, you would’ve face planted into your pillow and died right there. However, your anxiety decided against it. And with that extra time, you managed to pull off an extended morning routine. A warm, long shower. Ten-step skincare routine. Eggs, toast, and black tea. Despite your attempts to regain your confidence, all was lost as you circled the office building.

           The orientation guide you received hadn’t helped much. All you knew was that you should report to building B. Whichever building that may have been, you had no idea. Your feet grew weary and you cursed yourself for wearing heels. You rounded the corner of the office park for your fourth or fifth lap, only to be cut off by an overdressed jackass. Before you could sidestep him and continue your hopeless journey, the perpetrator turned to face you.

           “Oh, no. He’s hot,” you thought to yourself, praying your cheeks weren’t stained red. Despite wearing a well-tailored gray suit, you realized that he was likely your same age. He took in your slightly disheveled appearance, probably noting your ruffled hair and askew skirt.

           He tilted his head in the direction of the closest building. “Are you here for orientation, too?”

           Of course he had to be in your hiring class. Twenty-two and already looking like he owned the building. You nodded, then turned on your heel to rush inside. Trailing your steps, you heard him chuckle lowly.

           You finally joined the rest of the new hires in the security lobby, managing to fix your appearance before you reached the door. To your gratitude, they dressed similarly to you. Just plain business casual. The boy you met earlier definitely stood out, making the others wonder if they hadn’t dressed well enough.

           Within ten minutes, you all received security badges and shuffled into your orientation room. You preferred the back, whereas the business boy sat directly in the front. Rolling your eyes, you realized his game. You met plenty of people like him in college, ruthless climbers that destroyed everything in their paths. He knew he had to make more than an entrance, he had to make an impression.

           You grew to dislike him more and more as your training sessions progressed over the course of two weeks. An insufferable know it all, answering all the questions managers prompted. Volunteering for everything first, unafraid. You on the other hand, did not find his actions necessary. He left a glowing impression, yes, but you found it meaningless. Like hell the trainers cared about how well you completed your general training. Maybe he wanted everyone to relate this to his future performance, for you to watch out for his dominance. For you to fear him. Worst of all, he saw you struggle with the most simplistic task on your first day.

           He easily made friends within the group, as there were plenty others like him. All recent college graduates, fantastic resumes, and working for one of the best companies in the field. You, on the other hand, did not have such luck. Your social circle consisted of yourself and another quiet trainee, a quiet finance major named Doyoung. The two of you kept to yourselves and became the outliers of the group, so much to the extent that you sat alone for training sessions.

           Two weeks came and passed, and you finally received your team assignments. You found your name on the bulletin, right next to Jaehyun Jung’s. Of course. It had to be this way.

           Jaehyun approached the bulletin board aside you, and grinned as he found his name. “Looks like we’re working together,” he commented, still wearing the same expression. You realized why he appeared so happy. People like Jaehyun would not recognize someone like you as a threat. You barely appeared on his radar.

           You grit your teeth and forced a smile. “I look forward to it.”

           With your whorish luck, you found that your desks were right next to each other and you’d be essentially working back to back. You already hated being watched, and Jaehyun could easily look over his shoulder and see you struggling to keep up.

           Jaehyun settled into his seat with ease, already look at home in his new desk. You sat gingerly on your office chair, gathering your surroundings.

           Your desks sat right in the view of your department lead’s office, likely to Jaehyun’s excitement.

           Being on the same team, you and Jaehyun had the rest of your training sessions together.  Just you two and your manager. He always seemed to grasp the new concepts immediately while you merely pretended and made notes to ask Doyoung later.

           They assigned your first project sometime later, one that you and Jaehyun would have to complete jointly. You dreaded it, knowing he would try to take over the project.

           That first morning, Jaehyun was already at his desk. You glanced at your watch, nearly scoffing as you read off 6:59. Despite having the ability to make his own schedule, Jaehyun chose to arrive before seven. You collapsed into your desk chair, jealousy eyeing Jaehyun’s full coffee mug. He already had time to help himself to coffee. Typical.

           “Morning,” he greeted, fully awake and energized. “I set up a meeting for 8 today to start working on the project.”

           You powered on your desktop, mentally groaning at the hundreds of emails present in your mailbox. “That’s…fine,” you murmured, praying that you could address all your client emails in a measly hour without the aid of caffeine.

           He glanced behind him to see you hunched over and lifelessly typing. “I’ll make that 9.”

           And yet again, you were caught in a moment of weakness. Great. “Yeah, okay.”

           Those two hours passed slowly, but at least you managed to prepare a cup of tea. By 8:55, Jaehyun already settled into the conference room and wrote diagnostics on the whiteboard. All while you still went through your emails.

           You joined him, a fresh cup of tea in one hand and your laptop in another. “All right, I see that you’ve already set up the basics,” you said monotonously, nodding towards the whiteboard. “I conjured up some of my own ideas as well.” Without prompt, you rose and added a few bullet points under Jaehyun’s “approaches” section. You scanned his ideas, noting that they weren’t bad, but not what you had in mind.

           “I see,” Jaehyun commented, still standing. He put his hands on his hips, carefully mulling over the options. “They’re quite good.”

           You felt ashamed of your satisfaction for his response, but also surprise. He sounded genuine enough, but you knew that his type always had some angle to work. Prodding you board at your second option, you decided, “I think this is our best bet.”

           Jaehyun remained quiet for a moment, eyes flickering across the board. “What if we combined a couple?” he inquired. He pointed to your idea, then his. “It would streamline the process more holistically.”

           “Holistically??” you thought. You hadn’t heard that word since high school English class. It was so painfully pretentious to you.

           He went on to explain how it would work, but you were still caught up on the pure obnoxiousness of the word “holistically.”

           “Y/N,” Jaehyun tried. “Hello?”

           You blinked, finally hearing your name. “Sorry, I was thinking about how this will impact everything.” A lie, Jaehyun didn’t need to know how long you caught yourself on a single word.

           “So, what do you think?” Jaehyun leaned against the wall, eyes searching yours.

           Oh god, now you were thinking about his eyes. Pushing those thoughts aside, you answered, “So long as we put a heavy emphasis on my part, I think it’ll work.”

           He agreed and you went on, mostly working quietly. You avoided asking him questions, even when you became desperate. Jaehyun, meanwhile, tried to engage you in small talk.

           “Where did you go to college?” he asked, to which you gave him a one-word response.

           “Are you from here?”

           “Do you have a boyfriend?”

           “What was your major?”

           You barely answered, but he failed to get the point until he finally inquired to something relevant. “Did I do something that offended you?”

           You drew in a breath, fumbling for the right words. If you were honest with him, you wouldn’t have to put on a façade. If you lied, you wouldn’t get on his bad side. Even pretty boys like him could be ruthless if given the opportunity and reason. You saw it before, you knew you would see it all over again.

           “No,” you decided, pulling on a tight-lipped smile. “I just want to do really well on this.”

           That last part, at least, wasn’t a lie. You felt that you had to prove yourself, especially against the Jaehyuns of the world. If only briefly, you saw his relief. His face relaxed a little, and his shoulders lost some tension. “Me too,” he agreed.

           The following month went on similarly. You completed the project quietly, only interjecting to make corrections and provide your input. When you finally reached the day of your presentation, your nerves caught you once more. You woke up far too early and arrived at the office at the same time as Jaehyun. A new record.

           If he was on edge, you couldn’t tell. Outwardly, he appeared the same. Nothing could take away his quiet glow of confidence. Jaehyun worked, unbothered, sipping his coffee almost casually.

           “Are you ready?”

           Jaehyun turned to face you. “Never been readier.”

           You raised an eyebrow. “I don’t know if readier is a word.”

           With a shrug and smile, Jaehyun returned to his work again. Odd, considering he was always chatty.

           You attempted to mimic him, to work without doubts and review your notes. But your hands shook as you tried to type. You knew you couldn’t focus until you finished the presentation.

           Although you hadn’t noticed him leave, you saw him approach your desk. Jaehyun gingerly placed a styrofoam cup on your desk. Your eyes met his. “Jaehyun?”

           “Just some tea before the presentation,” he explained. “I noticed you like black tea with honey.”

           You brought the cup to your lips, delighted to find that it was the perfect temperature. For once, you didn’t care about his motive. “Thanks,” you said. And you meant it.

           He gave you wink. “We’ll be great today.”

           You hoped he was right.

           The presentation crept up on you suddenly, much faster than you had anticipated. Jaehyun found you outside the conference room, where you managers and team lead had already gathered, pacing and talking to yourself.

           “Are you okay?”

           He caught you again, there was no use in denying the truth. “Absolutely not.”

           Jaehyun laughed lowly and put a hand on your shoulder. A part of you wanted to shrug it off, but you felt a strange comfort. “I’m nervous, too.”

           You almost burst out laughing. Like hell he was nervous. But his concession, fake or real, made you feel some comfort.

           Having reeled yourself in, you entered the conference room together.

           And together, you made it through the presentation. You both had prepared excessively, ready to answer any question thoroughly. Management applauded your efforts, declaring that you had exceeded expectations. They rewarded you with a gift-card to a nearby steakhouse and urged you to celebrate together. Hastily, you attempted to invite the managers, only to be declined. They had work to complete in the office.

           Your cheeks lit up red with embarrassment, but you agreed to make reservations for that night.

           Jaehyun offered a ride over, to which you vehemently wanted to reject. Before the eyes of your manager, you took him up. You assured yourself that he was still the same person you knew. Nothing different. Nothing could’ve changed that. Seeing his car certainly helped. You never knew any recent college graduates that drove a Tesla, and yet…

           Once you arrived at the restaurant, you quickly ordered yourself a martini. You didn’t care which one, so long as it had plenty of alcohol. Jaehyun simply ordered a beer, quoting driver safety commercials. “Just this,” he promised you, then proposed a toast. “We pulled it off.”

           You drank your martini with gusto, and then prompted the waiter for another one. Jaehyun watched as you became drunk, consistently grinning as began to ramble. “You know I hate you, right?”

           Your question caught him off guard. “You hate me?”

           With a smile, you brought the martini glass to your lips. “You’re too perfect and try too hard.” His expression fell, but you forged on. For months, he made you feel inadequate and beyond anxious. You befuddled mind justified this bluntness. “Every day feels like a goddamn competition.”

           Jaehyun reached across the table, taking your hand. “I had no idea,” he admitted quietly. “I’m so sorry.”

           “It’s whatever. You’re no different from most in our hiring class.”

           With a sigh, Jaehyun took an elongated sip from his beer. “They’re not all bad.”

           Despite the alcohol coursing its way through your system, you realized that a few strands of hair fell out of place. He hunched over, brows furrowed, lost in thought. It wasn’t the first time you saw that either. Just out of your periphery vision, you saw him buried in work while you finished the project. 

           Jaehyun swept his hands through his hair. The way he bit his lip made you wonder if he was holding himself back. And the waiter arrived with your meals before you could muster a response.

           You sat in silence, Jaehyun haphazardly cutting his steak. He refused to look at you.

           As you absentmindedly twirled your pasta onto your fork, Jaehyun finally spoke up. “I’m not perfect, and you’re not easy to work with either.”

           “Excuse me?” You couldn’t conceal your anger at this sentiment.

           Jaehyun met your gaze, eyes determined. “You had to control every part of the project. Had everything your way.”

           That, you had heard before. And you absolutely hated it. “We did well on the project because of me,” you said defensively. “Lest you forget.”

           The two of you went on bickering like this, angrily finishing your meals and drinks. The waiter hesitantly approached your table, and you demanded the check. The sooner you could leave, the better.

           Once paid, you managed to not storm out of the restaurant. But you wore a disgruntled expression and balled your fists.

           You reached your work parking lot, and instantly ejected yourself from the Tesla. It wasn’t until you reached your car, however, that you realized that you didn’t have your keys. Probably left it in the passenger seat.

           Angrily, you stomped back to Jaehyun’s space where he twirled the keys around his index finger. “I’m not letting you drive. You drank too much.”

           You gritted your teeth. “I sobered up plenty.”

           Jaehyun approached you and held a square device in front of him.  “Well, then you can prove it.”

           You yanked the breathalyzer from him, not bothering to ask why he had it. Made sense for someone like him. With a groan, you realized he was right. 0.1.

           Not wanting to admit it, you continued your enraged march to the nearby retention pond where a lone bench sat in front of the water. You crossed your arms, and bitterly stared at the water from there.

           Jaehyun followed you, leaning onto the back of the bench. “I didn’t know this place existed.”

           You laughed bitterly. “It’s because you never leave your desk. You’re always working. Always networking. Always trying something.”

           To your surprise, Jaehyun appeared to calm down from earlier. He regained his flawless demeanor. “It takes me a lot longer to do things.”

           Well that, that took you off guard. “Doing extra work,” you said, making a weak attempt to correct him.

           “No.” After a long pause, he asked, “Do you really hate me?”

           His tone made you feel some guilt. “Don’t you hate me?” you shot back, remembering his comments at the restaurant.

           “I don’t,” he affirmed. “I never have.”

           You considered that. In your college career, you made plenty of enemies with the same behavior. Those times, you ensured yourself, were valid. Those classmates never completed their work and simply didn’t care about the performance. You had been left with ten-page papers to complete on your own. You turned poorly written trash into works professors recommended for publishing. But you knew Jaehyun wasn’t the same as them at least.

           Behind Jaehyun, the sun had just begun to set. The sky lit up with orange and pink hues. “I shouldn’t have taken over the project,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. A part of you hoped he wouldn’t hear.

           “Oh,” Jaehyun said softly.

           You gave him a warning expression. “Do not let that get to your head. You came into this job with an agenda.”

           “Jesus Christ, Y/N,” Jaehyun groaned. “Where the hell are you getting these ideas from?”

           You couldn’t bear to look at him, imagining the smug look on his face as he basically told you that you were crazy. “People like you are always ruthlessly ambitious.”

           “And what am I like, then?” Jaehyun mused.

           Without skipping a beat, you explained, “Attractive, charming, overcompensating.”

           You could feel his eyes boring into the back of your head, and just knew his smug smile made another appearance. He chuckled and said, “Sounds like you.”

           “Funny,” you mocked. “Last time I checked; I’m only overcompensating less outwardly.”

           He joined you and took a seat on the bench, stretching his arm over the top of the bench. Only inches away from being on your shoulders. Disgusting. “You’re wrong.”

           Without prompt, he suggested a game of twenty questions. Jaehyun clarified his intent, stating that perhaps you misunderstood each other. Sensing your doubt, he held his pinky finger out and searched your eyes. You hesitantly connected your pinkies and brought your thumb to your lips, both promising to be truthful.

           “Do you think I’m good at my job?” you inquired first, eyes cast out to the sparkling pond.

           Almost instantaneously, Jaehyun firmly answered, “Yes.” You concealed your satisfaction, biting your lip to prevent you to smile. “Do you think I’m good at my job?”

           You replied almost as quickly, “Of course I do.”

           The questions got progressively less serious, some among the likes of favorite movies and which books you were currently reading. Somehow, you felt relaxed. Jaehyun didn’t feel like competition, but rather just a normal stupid boy. He let you have another try at the breathalyzer, and you felt relief in the .05 reading before you. At the same time, you wanted to remain beside him.

           “I don’t think I hate you anymore,” you conceded, accepting your words as truth. “If you stop coming off as perfect all the time.

           He let out a laugh, a sweet sound of joy and relief. “Hey, you come off as perfect too. You were just quiet around me.” With a devilish grin, Jaehyun ventured, “Is it because you think I’m attractive?”

           You glared at him from the corner of your eye. “Are you trying so hard because you find me attractive?” you challenged him.

           Jaehyun turned his body to face you. “That depends on whether it’s working.”

           Now games like these you didn't mind as much. A harmless game of chicken, testing your limits. Work had its difficulties, but boys? Easy. You cupped his cheek, amazed at how soft his skin felt to the touch. Your eyes met, beckoning the other to try something. "So, this is why you asked me if I was dating anyone?" you dared. "Under the guise of getting to know me and making small talk. I thought someone as perfect as you would have more...subtlety." You let the last word slip out of your mouth slowly. Registering his surprise, you continued, “I don’t forget things easily, hence why I’ve been able to hate you so long.”

           Jaehyun grinned cockily, placing your hand on his chest. You felt defined muscles straining against his button-down. Already, you figured his body would match the rest of his veneer. “You really have nerve being out here like this,” Jaehyun overserved, gesturing the office park a short walk away.

           “Oh, uncomfortable here?” you drawled playfully, then took his hand. “I know somewhere you may like.”

           You felt a wave of confidence wash over you, and you realized this what you assumed Jaehyun had always felt. Then you decided that you’d make it up to him one way or another. He followed you, only letting your hands detach as you got closer to the infamous “B” building you worked in. You noted his nervousness and gave him a reassuring smile. “Trust me,” you urged.

           Entering through the side door, you managed to avoid security. Your entry would appear on a log, but you could easily bristle over it and say that you forgot your laptop at your desk. Most of your coworkers avoided the stairs, so you led Jaehyun away from the elevator. Though, you had forgotten that you were wearing heels. You struggled up the steps by the second flight, clinging onto the railing for dear life. Jaehyun noted this, but said nothing as he swept you into his arms.

           “I wish you did on the first floor,” you joked. “Or maybe I could’ve just taken them off.”

           Jaehyun refused to let you down until you reached the fourth floor. Whenever you found yourself in a vulnerable state, you hid out beside the decommissioned wing. The unused nursing room featured its own bathroom and a small futon. Having visited the location so often, you knew that the cleaning staff rarely came by. You asked once and discovered that they only visit at the beginning of the month. No one else ever came by in your experience. It appeared that only you knew about this place, and now Jaehyun. “This is where you run away to,” he deciphered. “I always thought it was the café.”

           “I prefer privacy.” You leaned against the door as Jaehyun took in his surroundings. “And I wanted to go somewhere you couldn’t find me.”  

           He fell back onto the futon, looking at you in awe. “Just when I think I know you.”

           You fumbled for the lock behind you until you heard a distinct click. “Do you remember when you first met me? When I was so stupid and got lost?”

           Jaehyun rose, appearing concerned. “I didn’t know. I just thought you were cute.”

           He cornered you against the door, body close enough to feel your shaky breath. All that time just hating him when you could’ve been seducing him for the purpose of hindering his goals and ultimately find the truth much sooner. You wasted so much time, held so much resentment. In front of you, you saw a seemingly perfect boy study your movements, waiting. A position you would have never imagined yourself mere hours before. Yet, you saw it all in hindsight and perhaps always knew the truth. It was then that you decided that you didn’t want to play games anymore or mull over an agenda.

           Jaehyun angled his chin downwards, gazing into your eyes with a mix of emotions. Excitement, fear, desire. You kissed him, gently and slowly. More carefully, you wanted to know him in this way. Feel the way his lips moved against yours, his increasing heart rate. He rested his hands on your hips, gripping them as if he couldn’t support himself without them. Soon after, you wrapped your arms around his neck and gradually deepened the kiss. These moments you shared felt like high school, so unassuming and simple.

           You pulled away, resting your forehead on his. You caught your breath and entangled your fingers with his. “I’m sorry,” you murmured.

           He idled, drawing kisses down your cheek and neck. “For what?” Jaehyun ventured.

           “For not knowing you until now, and maybe still not knowing you.”

           With his thumb, he drew circles on the back of your hand. “Do you want to know more?” he asked, his voice quietly sultry.

           “Yes,” you whispered. With this admission, Jaehyun’s butterfly kisses became more daunting. He crashed his lips upon yours and held you closer. Your tongues soon met, messier and carelessly. Feeling daring, you ran your hand under his shirt, digging your fingernails against his abs. A bit lower, and you realized he was straining against his slacks. 

Jaehyun bucked under your touch, gasping against your lips. You gripped his clothed cock with more certainty than before and Jaehyun fumbled to reach your breast. Still against the door, you held each other. “We’re lucky this room is soundproof,” you commented, noting your precarious position. 

Not waiting for his response, you quickly undid Jaehyun’s belt followed by his zipper. You tugged his pants to his ankles and brought your attention to boxer-brief covered erection as you supported yourself on your knees. Laying a flat tongue against his balls, you drew a line from shaft to tip. He sucked in a sharp breath and watched you with hungry eyes as you finally removed the final layer of clothing. 

His erection sprung upwards, precum already forming. Zealously, you took the tip into your mouth and ran your tongue over the wet slit. You leaned back, seeing Jaehyun absolutely desperate as he stood over you. Continuing, you wet his dick with sloppy kisses. You wanted him to have everything, feel every part of your mouth. With one hand on the base, you craned your neck to take in more of him from the tip. You used your whole body to rock your mouth further down his dick. When he reached the back of your throat, you gagged slightly but didn’t care. Gently at first, he began to rock his hips. Becoming restless, Jaehyun held your head and pushed his erection further down your throat with messy thrusts. You looked at him with wide eyes, conveying for him to continue. 

Jaehyun instead picked you up as if you weighed nothing and placed you precariously on the couch. While naked from the waist down, you were still fully clothed. Wasting no time, Jaehyun ripped your blouse off - buttons and all flying wildly around the room. He pulled your bra cup down to reveal a nipple, to which he immediately pinched between his fingers. Already excited, he removed your black jeans and panties. Jaehyun lowered himself to your glistening pussy and brought a digit to his mouth before pushing it inside you. The penetration left you unwinding as he added another finger. He curled his fingers upwards, each push and pull hitting your g-spot. As you thrashed, he held you down with a firm hand, especially after he began sucking on your clit. In mere minutes, he brought you to your orgasm. You wished you had the words to describe the way you felt that immense pleasure, but nothing would ever be sufficient. 

Breathlessly you beckoned Jaehyun to the bathroom. “I have an IUD,” you confirmed. With your new found trust, you knew Jaehyun wouldn’t even attempt to sleep with you if he had an STD. There, you gazed at him from the mirror. Watched him approach you and run his hands up and down your body. He positioned one leg so that you were half propped over the sink and still standing on the other. Jaehyun’s dick teased your aching pussy as he dragged it from your folds to your clit to your entrance. Both facing the mirror, your eyes locked as Jaehyun pushed himself fully in you. You both drew in strained breaths. Once he ensured that you adjusted, he fucked you. Neither of you ever watched yourselves have sex, but you were even more turned on watching Jaehyun clutch onto your tit and whisper obscenities in your ear. 

“You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, burying himself deeper in you. 

Jaehyun slowed his pace, suddenly lifting you and pushing you against the wall. He supported your entire weight as he fucked you there. 

“I’m going to ride you,” you said breathily, to which Jaehyun obliged immediately. He sat up straight on the futon, leading you to his cock once more. In that position, you put yourself to work. You bounced atop his dick, only stopping to grind your clit against his pelvis. You came unexpectedly, the sensation getting fucked and stimulating your clit becoming too much for you. Jaehyun and you both were surprised when a stream of liquid sprung out of you. 

With his mouth agape, Jaehyun looked at you. “You can squirt?”

Before that moment, you would’ve answered that no, you couldn’t squirt since you never had. Until then. He registered your shock and turned you so that your back rested against the futon. Jaehyun hovered over you, hair askew and face reddened. You imagined that you appeared the same. He kissed you, breathing “I don’t know how I got so lucky,” on your lips. 

Jaehyun unraveled quickly in this position, and you urged him to come on your tits. Following his orgasm, you attempted to clean yourselves up in the bathroom. “Everything smells like sex,” you observed, frivilously spraying Febreeze everywhere you could. Between futon cushions. The door handle, Jaehyun’s general direction. You didn’t realize you were shirtless until you saw a mess of buttons on the floor. 

A weak solution, but Jaehyun offered you his suit jacket. You’d have to walk out of the building crossing your arms and praying a nipple wouldn’t escape, but something. Once the room was clean, Jaehyun and you fine-tuned your own appearances in the bathroom. Neither of you looked refined or polished, but human. 

“I want more,” you admitted. 

At the same time, Jaehyun asked, “Can I buy you dinner?”

You shook your head. This version of Jaehyun, the one messily fucking you in an office nursing room, you preferred. “I just want to spend time with you.” 

Jaehyun smiled and agreed.

You left the room separately as to not arouse any suspicion. Jaehyun met you outside your car, once more carelessly spinning your keys. The sun had set by that time, leaving you both shrouded in moonlight. Despite the sun’s absence the air remained warm and inviting. “We’re going stargazing,” you decided. “After we change.” 

Jaehyun arrived at the agreed upon park first, sporting a loose shirt and Adidas joggers. You never had seen him dressed so casually. He already set up a blanket at the top of the hill and rested on his back. 

You wore a nearly identical outfit, and went without makeup. Normally, you hated it when your partners saw you without anything on. But you wanted Jaehyun to see this part of you, too. Despite living in a well-populated city, the stars appeared very clearly that night alongside a waxing crescent moon. 

“Do you think the managers set us up?” Jaehyun pondered, wrapping an arm around your waist as you joined him. 

“Without a doubt. And we’ll probably have to tell them about this at some point.”

And he kissed you again. How many times that night, you lost count. Looking at him, the image of the boy you met months ago flashed before your eyes. The one with the suit, the dashing smile, and dough-like dimples. You, a nervous wreck getting in her own way. 

You fell asleep on his shoulder that night, head buried in his neck as he snored quietly.  

[mikauzoran]

Lady Noir/Lila Fake-Dating/Emotional Blackmail: Betting Against the House: Chapter Seven

Read it on AO3: Betting Against the House: Chapter Seven: Floodgates

“Okay,” Ladybug sighed heavily fifteen minutes into their patrol that Sunday night. “I know why I’m in a crumby mood, but why are you so lifeless, Chat Noir? You’ve been really off all week.”

His brow furrowed in confusion, trying to think of when he’d seen her that week for her to notice that something was not right with him. He quickly shook it off, reasoning that it didn’t really matter. Maybe he’d been distracted the last time they’d seen each other and now she was lumping that in with the mood she’d noticed at present.

“It’s…kind of complicated,” he explained without explaining.

Her run slowed to a stop, and she turned to look at him with those piercingly perceptive blue eyes. “Want to talk about it?”

He bit his lip, hesitating.

Telling Nino had ended disastrously…but would it really hurt to tell Ladybug? He was getting to the point where he needed to vent, and Ladybug was a safe choice. She didn’t know who he was, so there was no way she could interfere.

“…Yeah,” he eventually decided. “Okay. Let’s talk. It’s kind of a long story, so do you want to go sit somewhere?”

She nodded and motioned for him to follow her.

They came to a stop on the roof of the school, and Ladybug sank unceremoniously into a cross-legged position, patting the space beside her.

“It’s actually pretty comfortable, let me assure you,” she chuckled, trying to keep the atmosphere light.

“Not bad,” he confirmed as he took a seat with his legs stretched out in front of him.

“So, what’s up?” she prodded gently. “You seem like you have a lot on your mind.”

He nodded, exhaling long and slow. “Yeah. You don’t even know the half of it.”

“So tell me.” She nudged his shoulder with her own.

“You go first,” he insisted. “Tell me why you’re in a crumby mood, and I’ll tell you about what’s eating me alive from the inside out.”

“Oh, it’s not really a big deal,” Ladybug sighed, looking away. “Just my friend, this guy that I kind of have a crush on, has gone totally insane. He’s dating my arch-nemesis now.”

Chat Noir arched an eyebrow. “He’s dating Papillon?” he snorted incredulously. “Yikes. Your friend has some seriously poor taste.”

She cracked up, shaking her head. “No, no. Worse than Papillon. I swear this girl got kicked out of hell because she bullied the devil too much, but my friend’s, like, in love with her now or something…” The levity abruptly dropped out of her voice, replaced by an aching sadness. “…so I don’t think we’re going to be friends anymore.”

“I’m sorry,” he quietly consoled her, reaching out to rub soothing circles between her shoulder blades. “That really sucks, Ladybug…. It’s hard growing apart from people you were close to,” he whispered, thinking of his own moribund relationship with Chloé. “I’m really sorry.”

“It’s okay.” She sighed again in resignation. “He’s got the patience of a saint, but I don’t think even he can stand her for too long. One of these days, he’s going to wake up, realize he’s made the biggest mistake of his life, and come crawling back to me to ask my forgiveness and beg to be my friend again.”

“I hope so.” He gave her back a pat and then withdrew his hand.

“So…” She tipped her head at him expectantly. “I told you my problem; now, you tell me yours.”

He grimaced, looking down at the empty street below. “I’ve…kind of gotten myself into a mess. You’re going to freak.”

“What happened? Are you okay?” she pressed, all teasing gone from her tone and expression.

He seesawed his hand back and forth in a “so-so” gesture. “I’m…I don’t know. I just bit off more than I can chew. I thought I could go toe to toe with her, but…”

He shook his head.

“Start from the beginning,” Ladybug instructed.

Chat took a deep breath. “The beginning. Right…. So…there’s this girl I’m in love with.”

Taken aback, Ladybug gave a start and blinked rapidly. “You’re…in love?”

He nodded, a secretive smile coming to his lips as he thought about Marinette. “Yeah. Like…disgustingly in love. I would do anything for her.”

“Oh,” Ladybug replied weakly, struggling to keep her heartbreak from showing.

“I mean, a part of me will always love you, Ladybug, but I long ago decided to respect your wishes, and I think it turned out for the best because…Princess is the one,” he admitted, feeling a rush just talking about her.

Ladybug blinked. “‘P-Princess’?”

He nodded. “I mean, I can’t tell you her actual name, so…‘Princess’ is what I call her.”

She briefly wondered if he called anyone else “Princess”. Could it really be true that he had fallen in love with her twice?

“She’s so amazing, Ladybug. You’d like her. I’ve liked her for a long time…probably a couple years, actually. I just…I didn’t realize it right away, but now…” He laughed at himself, the giddiness going to his head. “I’m such a goner. So, anyway. We’re friends, and she doesn’t know how I feel…yet. I’m scared of messing things up, and she’s so out of my league, but… Then, there’s this other girl…. Let’s call her Jasmin.”

“Jasmin,” Ladybug repeated, trying to match the pseudonym to someone she knew.

“Yeah,” Chat sighed. “Jasmin is a huge bully.”

The bottom dropped out of her stomach as she recognized Lila.

It occurred to her that she should probably stop him. He could potentially give too much away, not realizing that she’d seen through the false names and knew the people whom he was talking about.

She didn’t stop him, though. She told herself that she was worried about him. He’d been so wrong all week, and he seemed to need to get whatever this was off his chest. She needed to be there for him and figure out what was wrong so that she could fix it.

She didn’t believe the lies she told to make herself feel better. She knew she was a bad person for taking advantage of the situation, but she couldn’t help her need to know what Chat had to say about Lila and Marinette.

“No one knows she’s secretly a bad person, though,” he informed unsuspectingly. “Jasmin has them all fooled…except Princess. Princess saw through her and tried to expose Jasmin, but it didn’t go over well, so now Jasmin has this vendetta against Princess.”

Ladybug nodded to show she was following along. “That’s…that’s awful.”

“Yeah.” Chat blew out a breath and carded a clawed hand carefully through his hair. “It’s…awful doesn’t begin to cover it. Jasmin is seriously dangerous. She’s threatened to spread rumors that would ruin Princess’s reputation, her career prospects, her friendships…everything. Jasmin is well-connected, unfortunately, so she’s kind of a powerful enemy. I’ve been afraid that she was actually going to physically hurt Princess before a couple times.”

“Oh my gosh,” Ladybug whispered hollowly, feeling ill.

“That’s where I come in,” he informed ruefully, obviously regretting his part in all of this.

She tipped her head to the side, brow furrowing as she stared at him uncomprehendingly. “What do you mean?”

He bit his lip. “I go to school with them…and I’m Jasmin’s coworker.”

Ladybug sucked in a sharp breath, internally beginning to panic.

This was too much. She had to stop him. He was giving too much away.

“I’ve been making deals with Jasmin for years to keep her at bay,” he groaned. “Otherwise, there’s no telling what she would have done to Princess.”

All previous thoughts left Ladybug’s mind as she gawked dumbly at her partner, trying to understand what he had just told her. “Wait. What? Deals? What deals?”

He had been making deals with Lila? For her sake?

“At first it was nothing,” he snorted bitterly. “I just had to pretend to be friends with her, introduce her to industry contacts, appear at events with her, not say anything bad about her. I didn’t think anything of it because it was a small price to pay for Princess’s safety.”

He turned to face her, and she could see the fear in his eyes. “What else was I supposed to do? I’m not very powerful by myself, but that was the one card I had to play. A couple years ago, Jasmin carried out this character assassination plot that got Princess expelled. If I could fix things with a small sacrifice, I owed it to Princess to make it. She’s done so much for me, Ladybug. She doesn’t even know.”

“So you got her un-expelled,” Ladybug breathed, putting the pieces together. “You saved her.”

He laughed halfheartedly at that. “Princess mostly saves herself. I just got Jasmin to back off and get the expulsion reversed in exchange for pretending to be Jasmin’s friend.”

“No,” Ladybug insisted, resting a hand on Chat’s forearm. “You saved her.”

The shadow of a smile tugged at his lips. “Well…maybe a little. I hope so, at least. She’s certainly saved me more times than I can count.”

“I bet she loves you,” Ladybug hummed happily, fully intending to kiss Chat Noir silly the next time he came to visit Marinette.

Surprisingly, Chat scoffed at the assertion. “Actually, I’m pretty sure she hates me.”

“What?! No! Absolutely not. She has to be crazy about you,” she insisted, trying to recall what she had done the last time they’d seen one another that would give him the impression that she did anything less than adore him.

“Jasmin’s latest price for Princess’s safety is that I have to pretend to be her boyfriend,” he grumbled, steeling himself for his partner’s reaction.

Ladybug’s hands dropped limply to her sides as everything started to come together. She felt numb. It was like the shock of suddenly losing a limb; the pain was too overwhelming to be felt, so she sat there staring, barely managing to find her voice to whisper a strangled, “What?”

“Princess thinks I betrayed her, and she hates me now. She won’t talk to me. She’ll barely look at me, and, when she does, it’s with pure disgust. It’s killing me, Ladybug,” he whimpered, barely holding it together as his whole body from his ears to his tail slumped, wilting.

“No,” she choked, shaking her head futilely as she started to process what Adrien was doing for her and how she had repaid him. “Oh, no. Nononono.”

“I wish I could explain myself, but I can’t.” He picked up his tail and started playing with tip mindlessly. “She’d stop me if she knew…. Part of me wishes someone would stop me because it’s getting unbearable,” he laughed mirthlessly. “It’s only been a week, but I don’t know how much more I can take.”

She couldn’t breathe, and she was fairly certain that she was going to be sick. She almost wished she had never learned the truth because it was too painful to imagine everything Adrien had been suffering for her sake all of this time while Marinette had always held his seemingly amicable relationship with Lila against him.

She’d had no idea.

“I can’t stand it when she touches me,” he confessed with a shudder. “It’s like that pins and needles sensation when your foot falls asleep all over, and she’s getting bolder about it as time goes on. She sits on my lap at lunch, and it’s made me completely lose my appetite.”

Tears began to stream down her cheeks as she realized how spectacularly she had failed him.

“It’s gotten to the point where I’m physically starting to feel unwell,” he lamented, “but what choice do I have? Jasmin could destroy Princess’s entire career…. So, I just have to put up with it.”

He gave a resigned sigh, bowing his head in defeat.

Finding her strength, Ladybug reached out and grabbed hold of his forearm. “No. You absolutely do not. This ends here.”

“Ladybug,” he sighed, shaking his head in protest. “You don’t understand.”

“No, Adrien,” she corrected mournfully. “I think I finally do.”

His eyes shot open wide in panic, and an involuntary curse slipped past his lips. “You weren’t supposed to find out. How…?”

She shook her head, pulling him to his feet and asserting, “We need to talk,” as she half dragged him across the school’s roof in the direction of the bakery.

“Ladybug, where are we going?” he inquired warily as Marinette’s house came into view.

“Relax,” she commanded, grabbing him around the waist with one arm while the other threw her yoyo.

“Ladybug, no!” yelped as their destination became clear. “Don’t you dare tell her! I told you all that in confidence!”

“Adrien, settle down and get in here,” she grunted when he began to struggle in her arms as they touched down on the balcony.

“She can never know. Don’t you dare rat me out!” he growled, losing the battle as she pulled him down the skylight.

They landed on Marinette’s bed in a jumble, and Chat continued to fight in an attempt to get away until Ladybug muttered, “Detransformation,” and Chat Noir found himself in Marinette’s arms instead of Ladybug’s.

He blinked at her dumbly. “…Oh.” And then cursed a second time.

“Yeah,” she chuckled through rampant tears that would no longer be restrained. “Oh, Adrien, how could you, you idiot? All this time?”

She shook her head, burying her face in his chest. “You absolute idiot.”

“I had to,” he tried to convince her, losing his focus as she wrapped around him like a baby koala.

“I’m so sorry I never realized…” she hiccupped, regaining some semblance of her composure. “…that I never saw how you were suffering. I was so caught up in my own problems, in my own head, that I never thought…”

She pulled back to look at him, taking his face in her hands. “Detransform. Please?”

He closed his eyes and hesitantly complied, cracking them open slowly to observe her reaction.

She wore a warm smile, and there was a softness to her eyes as she whispered, “Adrien Agreste, you’re my hero, and I love you—both of you—so much…even if you are an idiot.”

“Your idiot…if you’ll have me?” he offered tentatively with a nervous gulp.

“That’s all I’ve ever wanted,” she assured, inching closer to press her lips to his.

He surged into the kiss, savoring her warmth, her softness, her strawberries and oatmeal scent. He took note of the way her fingers dug into his arm and shoulder, the way she arched her back, pressing into him.

The heat of her breath on his face when they pulled back momentarily made him dizzy. It was sensory overload—too much and yet not enough at the same time.

They lost themselves in kiss after kiss until frenzied turned to languid and they were left sleepy and content in one another’s arms.

“…I’m sorry,” Marinette whispered, finally breaking the long silence as she gently played with Adrien’s hair and stroked his cheek.

“There’s nothing to be sorry about,” he assured, surprised that she was still thinking about it.

She shook her head. “No. I should have believed in you. I should have trusted you. I’m really ashamed that I turned on you so quickly.”

He shrugged, looking down at her collarbone, not meeting her eyes. “It’s okay…. I mean…it wasn’t really, but it all worked out, I guess, so…I don’t know. Don’t worry about it. It’s in the past now.”

She tipped his chin up to force him to look at her. “Thank you. For everything you’ve done to protect me.”

“I would do anything for you,” he repeated what he had told Ladybug before. “I’m serious. I would do it all again.”

“I know, but you don’t have to. Never again,” she promised. “It’s over, and now it’s time for me to protect you. She will never lay a hand on you ever again.”

“Marinette,” he sighed wearily. “You knowing doesn’t change anything. I have to do what she wants; otherwise, she’s going to ruin you.”

“Let her try,” she snorted. “I don’t care, Adrien. Let her do whatever she wants. We’re done letting her win. Let her do her worst to me, but she can’t have you anymore. We’re not playing her game.”

He frowned, unspoken worries filling his mind and reflecting in his eyes. “Are you sure about this?”

She nodded, smiling bravely. “No matter what she does, we won’t lose. We have one another. We’ll figure this out, and everything will be okay in the end. You’ll see.”

He hesitated for a moment, but then a tentative smile parted his lips. “…All right, My Lady. If there’s one thing I trust, it’s our partnership. So long as we’re in this together.”

“Always,” she assured, leaning in for another kiss.

[max-is-tired]

number eleven with the sentence starters dukeceit because tbh we dont give those two enough love. (dont worry ill probably send in a dukexiety one too i gotta love All Of Them)

11-“Can you pretend to be my date so my parents will shut up?”

Ships: Dukeceit, Romile (background)

Characters: Deceit Sanders (called Ethan), Remus Sanders, Roman Sanders (mentioned), Emile Picani (mentioned)

Words: 1.508

Warnings: Sympathetic Deceit, sympathetic Remus, just a hint of angst but it’s resolved immediately, kissing

Notes: man I really love writing these two nckjnsjkcn also this fic made me ship Romile, I was not expecting to love this ship as much as I now do but oh my god they make my heart go soft-

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“Can you pretend to be my date so my parents will shut up?”

Ethan blinked, looking at Remus in confusion as he slowly lowered his cup back on the table.

“What?”

Remus groaned, looking up at him from where he was holding his head in his hands.

“Now that Roman has found a boyfriend my parents keep not so subtly asking when I’m finally gonna bring someone home, so I need you to pretend to be my partner during Thanksgiving break to get them off my back. Please? You’re literally the only one I can ask who is also free during that week.”

Ethan fought down a wince at Remus’ words -it wasn’t a secret that he wasn’t exactly on good terms with his family, but having it so blatantly pointed out to him still wasn’t pleasant.

“Sorry,” Remus sighed, “but still, please? I’ll do whatever you want, I’ll even stop stealing your deodorant if you ask me to.”

“Well, how can I say no to that,” Ethan rolled his eyes, sarcasm dripping from his words. Then, he turned to look at Remus, and immediately realized his mistake.

Remus had brought out the puppy dog eyes, and if there was one thing Ethan couldn’t resist it was the way the other pushed his lip forward and looked at him all wide-eyed and pleading. God, why did he ever believe anything good would ever come out of Remus’ friendship with Patton?

Ethan sighed, sagging on his seat as he sent his friend a half-hearted glare.

“Oh, alright you sewer rat,” he finally agreed, looking everything but pleased. “But you owe me big time, you hear me?”

“Hell yeah, thank you so much, E!” Remus cheered, jumping up from his seat to throw his arms around his friend. “I knew I could count on you!”

Ethan grumbled something under his breath, turning his head to the side to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

An entire week pretending to be his crush’s boyfriend without outing their scheme or losing his mind? Oh yeah, he could totally do that.

(Spoiler alert: he very much could not, and lying to himself was not going to change the reality of his situation anytime soon.)

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Surprisingly enough, Ethan managed to survive most of the week without letting his gigantic crush on Remus compromise their ruse. It helped that the entire family seemed to focus more on the other couple present, with Roman and Emile being all sweet and romantic at any chance available and making what felt like the entire house aw in delight.

Ethan was pretty sure he was going to get cavities by the end of the week because of them, but at least he didn’t have all that attention focused on him.

The Incident went down on the Friday after Thanksgiving, with everyone chilling around the house and half-heartedly munching on leftovers after spending an entire day eating enormous quantities of food. Ethan had to give it to them -if there was one thing the Grimm family excelled at, it was cooking.

Remus and Ethan had been chilling on the floor in front of the couch when everything started.

Roman, who had been sitting just a few feet away from them, had suddenly perked up as the firsts note of “Can’t help falling in love�� flowed out of the speakers, grinning from ear to ear as he jumped on his feet. He reached up to gently grab Emile’s arm, pulling his boyfriend up with him in a flurry of giggles before guiding him in a slow dance around the living room.

Ethan watched them with an amused smile, noticing how Roman was murmuring the lyrics just for Emile to ear as they dance around with equal, smitten smiles on their face. If Ethan were a little more childish, he would have probably gagged at the sight. As it was, he knew he could count on his dear (fake) boyfriend to properly express their feelings, fighting down a chuckle as Remus fake-gagged to his heart’s content.

“Remus, hush,” his mother called from the couch, a smile on her face as she looked fondly at the dancing couple.

“You should invite your boyfriend to dance too!” Ryan -Remus and Roman’s little cousin- piped up, grinning innocently at them from where he was playing on his switch.

Ethan stiffened just slightly, feeling a twinge of panic come to life in his chest -dancing with Remus to such a romantic song? He was pretty sure he would end up doing something very stupid like act on his feelings, and he was not quite ready to face the following rejection just yet.

“Ry, I’m pretty sure Roman might kill me if I were to steal his spotlight right now,” Remus shot back, using the arm he had around Ethan’s shoulder to give him a reassuring squeeze.

Ethan felt his heart skip a beat at the small gesture, once again melting inside at the way Remus did everything in his power to keep him from anything that could make him uncomfortable.

“You still want to, though!” Ryan snickered.

“Never said I didn’t,” Remus answered, rolling his eyes at his cousin’s attempts to embarrass him.

Ethan knew it was all fake. He knew Remus was just playing the part, that there was no truth in his words. And yet, he couldn’t stop the way his heart fluttered at the other’s words, eyes widening just slightly as he looked up on instinct.

Big, big mistake.

Remus stared back, blinking down at Ethan in surprise. Their faces were barely inches apart, mismatched eyes drowning in green as Ethan’s heartbeat thundered in his chest. He couldn’t help the way his eyes flickered briefly to Remus’ lips, their breaths intermingling with how close they were.

God, he really wanted to kiss Remus. All he needed was to lean up just a little bit, to erase those few inches left and get it over with.

“Ew, are you two gonna kiss??”

Ethan reeled back, almost falling with his back to the ground with the force of the sudden movement. Remus looked at him in confusion and something else shining in his eyes, making Ethan’s heart do somersaults in his chest as his mind reeled with a thousand thoughts.

“I need-” he choked out, ignoring the sudden worry in his friend’s gaze as he stumbled to his feet. “Sorry, I think I need some air.”

And he walked out of the room, barely keeping himself from running towards the back porch until he was out of sight.

God, he should have never agreed to this.

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Ethan didn’t turn around as he heard the door that led to the back porch slide open, keeping his eyes fixed forward while hugging his knees closer to his chest.

“Can I ask you something?” Remus asked, sitting down beside him.

“You already did,” Ethan muttered in response, not quite able to stop the twitch of his lips as Remus’ laughter filled the air. Damn him and his hopeless crush.

“No but seriously, can I?”

Ethan sighed, shrugging. “Yeah, I guess you can.”

“Were you going to kiss me, back there?”

Ethan stiffened, still refusing to look at Remus as he picked at the hem of his pants.

“I…” he started, searching for the right words. On one side, he could deny everything, blame it on wanting to keep up with their ruse until he could maybe convince himself of it too. But on the other hand… he was getting tired of lying.

“I didn’t want our first kiss to be a lie,” he finally whispered, low enough Remus had to strain his ears to catch it.

Silence filled the air, stretching on for the longest seconds of Ethan’s life. And then, Remus chuckled.

“And what if it wasn’t?” he asked, making Ethan’s head snap up and whip around to look at him.

“What…?”

“Honestly E, you should be the one with the braincell between us!” Remus grinned, eyes twinkling under the setting sun in a way that made Ethan’s heart stutter in his chest. “Man, and here I thought I was being too obvious!”

Ethan’s mind was reeling, trying to get his head around the meaning of Remus’ words.

“But- You-” he tried, waving his hands around in frustration as he tried to formulate a coherent sentence.

Remus chuckled, reaching out with one hand to cup the other’s cheek. “Can I kiss you, E?”

Ethan froze, words dying in his throat as he processed the question. Then, he nodded, cheeks flaming red as he subtly leaned into the contact.

And then they were kissing, soft and sweet as the sun slowly fell over the horizon just in front of them. Ethan clutched at Remus’ shirt, sighing through his nose as he melted in Remus’ arms.

“So,” Remus murmured once he drew back, grinning from ear to ear, “ready to head back in, boyfriend?”

Ethan hummed in thought, suddenly leaning forward to steal another quick kiss before pulling back with a smirk.

“Why, boyfriend, I believe I am.”

[wongxiexie]

What meets the eye

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x Reader Genre: Angst, Demon!AU, X-EXO!AU Word Count: 2.342 words Warnings: Implied death, Mild cursing, A little violence Note: Thank you so much @exo-stentialism for letting me use your gif! 🌸🌸 This is the reader-insert version of this fic. 

“Incoming!”

Sehun bellows somewhere far below, warning you and the others of an enormous blazing orb that is fast approaching the destroyed building you’re currently perched on. Exhausted as you are with your muscles aching and lungs burning, you channel what remaining power you have to forge a force field around you and the others within your vicinity.

Pouring all your concentration as you extend your palms forward, you pray to whoever god is listening for you to at least be able to slow the orb down. Begrudgingly, you acknowledge that you’re too weak to fully deflect the attack and just hope that the few seconds you stall will be enough for Jongin to transport everybody to some place safe.

The intensity of the blaze gets stronger and you feel yourself being pushed backwards. Reducing the size of the force field, you focus it on the orb in an effort to direct it to the left and at the last second you let go before jumping towards the opposite direction.

To say that your landing was rough would be an understatement.

Involuntarily, a few drops escape your eyes as you hold your breath before you pull out shards of glass that cut through your suit and embedded themselves on your skin.

“Fuck,” you exhale quietly as you throw the last piece away.

“Are– okay, [Y/N]–,” the grounded earpiece buzzes to life and you stand up before fixing it.

“Has anybody seen [Y/N]?” another voice chimes in, Junmyeon, clearer this time and you let yourself breathe before answering. “I’m okay, but who fired off that one?”

“It was Chanyeøl,” the original, Chanyeol, growls out. “It seems they’re here, and worse, my fire doesn’t seem to affect him at all.”

“What?!”

“I thought it was just Suhø and Sehůn?”

Disbelieving gasps filter through the device and they fire question after question about whether Chanyeol is absolute that the others are here too. You would have also jumped in to ask if it isn’t for the pounding in your ears.

Everything seems to fall out of focus and you find that your concentration is wavering, almost to the point where you feel like you can lose consciousness any second now. 

He’s here?

Slightly shaking, you lower yourself to the ground on one knee and press both palms flat on the concrete. You remove your earpiece and let your eyes slide shut as you empty your mind of all thoughts except for one.

A few beats pass with you not being able to sense what you’re looking for and you almost allow yourself a sigh of relief – almost. That is, until you feel a familiar aura.

Instantly, you remove your hands from the ground as if burned and before you can dissolve the field you have created around you, his face flashes in your mind.

Baëkhyun.

He is here.

“[Y/N]…” he drawls out and you dissipate the force field you made before he can say anything else.

It takes everything in you to not run to him. His voice, his face – they are all his, but you know it’s not him.

Standing to your full height, you put the earpiece back in place and panic instantaneously grips you when you hear Jongdae’s frantic shouts. “Where’s Yixing? Minseok and Kyungsoo are hurt!”

A blinding flash of light erupts up above and only then do you notice the stark red and white bolts clashing in the skies. ‘Jongdae needs help!’ You break into a sprint to aid him but as soon as you round the corner, an invisible barrier breaks your momentum.

The wind gets knocked out of your lungs as you’re thrown to the ground. Before you can get up, someone suddenly bends over you and grips your neck in a chokehold.

Struggling to break free, you scratch at the hand that’s trying to suffocate you but a harsh laugh echoes above you and you look up to meet the blank eyes of none other than the most ruthless of the clones, Kāi.

Fear grips tighter at you, tighter than his hold upon the twisted intentions present in his eyes, and you become more frantic to escape from him. “Let me go!”

In your desperation, you claw on the ground as you try to form what force field you can still make, hoping that someone would be able to sense the distress signals you’re giving off.

Sick amusement dances in the clone’s eyes and he moves his face closer to yours, about to scare you further but he gets cut off by a scoff.

“Stop playing around,” Sehůn’s bored voice sounds out. “Just kill her already.”

Kāi is about to do just that, but fortunately for you, Jongin abruptly appears and sends a kick towards his clone’s side. However, Kāi must have sensed his original’s presence because he was able to block the attack with his arms.

Nonetheless, the clone was sent a distance from you because of the impact. Sehun’s voice cuts through to you as he keeps his own clone occupied and he shouts, “get out of here, [Y/N]! Find Yixing so he can restore your power!”

Without hesitation, you nod at them and take off the other way, trusting that they’ll be able to hold their own against their evil incarnates.

You run, trying to find your healer. As much as you don’t want to burden Yixing, you know you’re no help to the other soldiers if you don’t regain your energy.

Yixing stands a little ways away, trying to fend off the enemy with Kyungsoo’s help, and you run faster to reach them. Sprinting towards your comrades, you push yourself to go quicker but your surroundings suddenly throb once and you’re forced to your knees from the whiplash.

As if on instinct, you look off to the side, compelled by some unknown force, and all thoughts flee your mind upon seeing him.

Your lips curl back in hatred and disgust upon seeing the demon that stands a distance from you, his eyes closed and his posture relaxed as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. And for that, you hate him even more because you know he really doesn’t give a fuck about whatever except for his own twisted selfish desires.

None of the clones do, especially him.

Your trembling hand subconsciously moves to clutch the metal vial attached to your necklace and your knuckles turn white from gripping it so tightly.

The anger makes you move and before you even realize it, you’re already running towards him. Eyes dead set on your target, you let the pain and hatred propel you forward, not caring about your beaten body as you accept the lone thought occupying your whole mind.

‘End him.’

As you near him, you swipe the silver dagger resting on your belt. You’re so near, so near, and you grip the knife tighter. His eyes are still closed but at the last moment, you see the unmistakable upward tilt of his lips, it was minute but it was there, and only now do you realize what a reckless decision it is you have made.

Too late to back out now.

You leap forward with the help of your force field and land directly in front of  Baëkhyun. In a flash, you raise your hand, poised to attack him, but the moment you slash your hand down to stab his heart…

One second you’re trying to kill the clone that took your love away from you and the next you’re– in a field of flowers?

Confusion swims through your mind and you try to go back to what you were doing before… what were you doing before?

You whip around to look for someone, anyone. Deep inside, your gut tells you that you should panic, but you’re not in the slightest bit alarmed. Looking down, you see you’re wearing the dress Baekhyun bought for you.

‘Ah, silly me, we’re on a date,’ you smile as you remember where you are, laughing slightly at the absurdity of you forgetting what’s happening.

A smile settles on your lips as you approach the tree where your lover is taking cover, his hair peaking as he tries to see whether you’ve figured out where he is hidden.

“I wonder where my wonderfully foolish boyfriend is hiding, hmm?”

At this, Baekhyun’s poorly concealed giggles reach your ears and you join in on his laughter. 

“You’re no fun, [Y/N]! You should’ve at least pretended to look for me!” he says in between peals of chuckles. “Can’t help it, Baek. You didn’t even try.”

He opens his arms wide, gesturing for you to run into his embrace and you do just that. You snake your arms around his middle, reveling in the smell that seems so naturally his, and you press your face in the crook of his neck.

You hear Baekhyun chuckle above you and something about it puts an unsettling feeling in your stomach. Raising your head in slight confusion, you look at his face but you find nothing unusual. His face is the same, his smile, his features, nothing seems out of place, even his eyes– wait.

Your own orbs widen upon staring into his eyes and soon enough, the sweet smile that was once on Baekhyun’s face is replaced by a cruel smirk that you recognize all too well.

Bit by bit, your surroundings return to before and you find yourself smack dab in the middle of the battle, with your body trapped in Baëkhyun’s bruising hold.

“So easy to fool,” he whispers in amusement. “Too bad you noticed early, I didn’t know playing goody would be so fun.”

Anger boils within you and you bare your teeth at him as you struggle. “How dare you use him for your sick games!”

Baëkhyun doesn’t appear fazed, in fact, he looks mildly amused. He chuckles darkly and moves his face closer to yours. “Still heartbroken about the fly’s death?” he asks mockingly as he raises a brow. 

“I told you I would do anything to make you mine.”

The cold leer on his lips brings you back to reality, making you bring your boot up to stomp on his foot. It’s not much, but it’s enough for Baëkhyun to let up a bit on his hold on you, granting you just enough space to rear your hand back and stab his chest with the dagger.

Baëkhyun staggers backwards and before he gets the chance to retaliate, you pounce on him and pin him to the ground. You pull the vial from your necklace and you hastily open it to reveal Baekhyun’s blood.

The clone’s eyes widen, knowing full well what his original’s blood means, and without hesitation, you pour it on his chest, right where you stabbed him directly on the heart.

Upon contact of the blood, his body convulses wildly, almost as if his bones are breaking one by one and once again, it breaks your heart to see him hurt.

‘It’s not him,’  you remind yourself, but him having the same face, the same everything doesn’t make it easy for you.

Traitorous tears cascade down your cheeks and it takes a huge toll on you just to prevent your sobs from escaping.

After all, you’ve just witnessed your love die a second time, regardless if it was a sinister clone.

As Baëkhyun’s movements stop altogether, his body relaxes and the fight similarly drains from your body. “It’s done, it’s over…” you whisper as you caress his face. “Both of your souls can rest now.”

Bringing your hands to hold his cheeks tenderly, you close your eyes shut and allow yourself one last moment of selfishness. 

You let your lips gently touch his and the moment you break contact, your sobs wrack your tired body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to save the both of you,” you rest your forehead on his as you let the tears fall.

“Oh baby, that’s no problem for me.”

Your eyes snap wide open and you come face to face with a very much alive Baëkhyun. Sparing a glance to his chest, you see him devoid of any wounds.

One moment you’re lying down and in the blink of an eye, you find yourself standing an arm’s length from Baëkhyun.

Grim realization dawns on you and you gulp down the disbelief, anger, disappointment. Everything.

The smile on the clone’s face worsens the already frantic beating of your heart and the foreboding sensation inside you makes you slowly move your head to the side.

You feel it before you see it: your surroundings turning from mid-afternoon to a dark waste of nothing. Almost as if a sheet is being lifted to reveal nothing but darkness and ruins, the sky boasting nothing but bolts of blood-tainted light.

“How beautiful it is, no? To be able to control light…”

Shaky exhales leave your mouth and it gets harder and harder for you to get some air into your lungs as the inevitable tears pool in your eyes.

“…to be able to manipulate what meets the eye…”

Baëkhyun approaches you and you don’t even fight, feeling yourself frozen on the spot and unable to move. He turns you around slowly, tauntingly, and you lay eyes on a worse situation you didn’t know was possible.

There on the ground lay eight men in various states of bloodied and beaten, eight people you’ve come to love as brothers, eight people who comforted you when you lost your love. There lay your brothers all still alive but barely holding on to the fraying threads of their existence, and standing behind them are their clones who bear the same faces but not a shred of the same heart.

The unmistakable feeling of dread and helplessness, of desperation, washes over you and this time, you fail to stop it from consuming you.

“Did you really think you could win?” Baëkhyun whispers in your ear. “I thought I told you already…” he murmurs as he snakes a hand around your neck.

“…I would do anything to make you mine.”

[fiddle-styx]

abo jikook dynamics

i was an omega!jimin fan, then all for that sub!kookie and now i’m somewhere in between so enjoy a mix here!

power struggle by astrochild | 3k, 1chp it wasn’t a secret to anybody that jungkook hated the pack’s annual fight for some change in hierarchy. much less park jimin.

Reckless by Little_Dimples | 17k, 5chp Mistakes were bound to happen when you have an unmated omega and a young alpha in one group. It just so happens that Jimin and Jungkook accidentally mate one another which they really don't want too but the bond is set for eternity and the first weeks are the worst. They can't step out of their mating range and if they don't touch one another one of them is bound to get hurt. They need to find a solution to this and they need one now.

What You Need by jonghyunslisterine | 8k, 1chp Jimin's heat hits him early, and it's because Jungkook gets into a fight.

Promises by usaginoona | 8k, 1chp Jungkook is so utterly, unbelievably, incomparably in love. They’ve talked about this for months. Talked about life plans, and their future together. They bought a new house with an extra bedroom and a yard, moved out of their old apartment. Jungkook set up a new savings account, and Jimin picked up some extra hours to help prepare.

Mine, and his by Rose_gold715 | 60k, 5 works

Fxxk It (Fxxk Me) by Chimchimery | 3k, 1chp Most people couldn’t believe that Park Jimin wasn’t an Omega, and Jungkook couldn’t help but agree sometimes, just because of how beautiful and sweet and non-Alpha he seemed.

But when his mate went into rut, Jungkook saw the raw and pure Alpha in his sweet little Jimin show through.

“A-ah, oh fu-fuck Jimin…” Jungkook groaned out, gripping the silken sheets underneath him with enough force to tear them in half, body bent over the bed as he shook.

The Jeon Pack by NaHe | 70k, 12chp Jungkook's pack had survived centuries in the cold unforgiving forest. They followed strict traditions and laws to ensure their survival against nature and rival packs. Soon the responsibility of leading the pack would fall on his shoulders but before assuming the position of head alpha, he needed to choose an omega mate. The problem was that Jungkook was in love with an omega that hated his guts.

sunlight through the curtains by newbensolo | 5k, 1chp jungkook misses jimin until he comes home, then he shows him how much he missed him.

But I Hate Seeing Your Pretty Body Go To Waste by wormsteinVEVO | 4k, 1chp The thin lace of his panties felt harsh against the material of Jungkook’s jeans, but he didn’t care as long as long as his little cock was getting the relief it wanted. “Please,” he whimpered again.

Jungkook tsked and gripped Jimin’s hips, effectively immobilizing the smaller. “No, prince. Use your words or you’re not getting anything,” Jungkook said, ignoring his mate’s small sounds of protest.

Jimin’s lower lip wobbled and tears filled his eyes. “Alpha, please. Hurts. Please touch me.”

Who Knew that We Were Fools by Masquerada | 19k, 1chp Jungkook endangers his life to pretend that he isn't an omega. His life calls bullshit, and only Jimin can fix it.

til kingdom come by fatal (cumrich) | 3k, 1chp four months in and jimin still doesn't feel like he has a handle on this whole parenting thing. it doesn't help that jeongguk, as always, seems to be a natural.

花樣年華; when in bloom by chimout | 24k, 7chp He still remembers the conversation he shared with Namjoon at the side of the courtyard, hidden beneath the cherry blossoms and drenched in the shadows. They sat together for so long, Namjoon’s deep tremors voicing fears Jeongguk never knew he had.

Jeongguk left with five thoughts that haunt his mind still:

Though a myth, the existence of “true mates” does stem from the real but rare occurrence of two individuals experiencing heightened sensations during their first encounter.

The Grand Prince of Hyeneung is not Namjoon’s true mate. But Namjoon likes him enough, and both royal courts supposed that would suffice.

Nobody asked if the grand prince was fine with the arrangement.

But Jeongguk’s alpha is clearly not. And Jeongguk wants to offer an alternative, another form of alliance between Hyeneung and Gwawon through a different mating, but that option will be shot down immediately.

Because even though they are true mates, Jeongguk is merely the bastard prince of Gwawon.

sew your heart to my sleeve by graesun | 8k, 1 work in which alpha!jimin and omega!jungkook are mates for life

hope you're waiting at the end by petrichorian | 5k, 1chp It dawns on Jimin like a bucket of cold water. The unusually strong scent, Jeongguk’s nesting on the bed, his frail voice as he lays there like he’s in pain… Jeongguk’s in heat.

(I Bloom) Just For You by Charmander | 10k, 1chp He’s awe-inspiring, lost in the music, his smile brighter than the strobe lights. Jimin aches to join him, to snake his arms around him and hold him close as they dance together.

Instead, Jimin wraps a hand around his colorful drink again, abandoning the straw and tipping his head back to chug what remains. There are already at least three alphas vying for his best friend’s attention tonight. What chance does he have?

or

Jimin’s been in love with his best friend, Jungkook, for as long as they’ve known each other, but he knows Jungkook will never feel the same. Jungkook is out to prove him wrong when his heat starts and Jimin is the only one around to help him.

cinnamon and flame. by plutogcf | 1k, 1chp jimin and jungkook are newly mated boyfriends.

Bite Me To Show Me You Love Me by Luna242 | 2k, 1chp Slowly and gently, he bit down into the soft neck beneath him without breaking skin or eye contact with the Seventeen leader. He had to make a point.

Jungkook was his.

Jungkook whimpered and whined in his grip before a low growl sent vibrations straight through the omega and in an instant he went pliant in his arms.

Or Jungkook gets surrounded by alphas not from his pack and panics.

Infinite Arms by rebus | 9k, 1chp "There's a wolf at the edge of the forest."

It's a rare occurrence when a wolf shows up unannounced, often, it's unwelcome; but it's been a long time since the pack alpha has had to kill, and he doesn't wish to change that tonight.

"It's strange...the scent is."

You're Mated? by sammich_dominos | 6k, 1chp What's Jimin supposed to say when his friends find out that he isn't the single Omega they thought he was, that he's actually been mated for longer than he's know them, and what's their obsession with idol Jeon Jungkook?

undeserving by honeybriar | 11k, 1chp “jeongguk-ah,” says jimin, and there’s a tremble in his voice, too. “jeongguk-ah, baby. i want to help you. please let me help you.” jeongguk sniffs, letting out another sob because that’s worse, that’s worse—he made jimin feel like he wasn’t needed, wasn’t wanted. jeongguk said he didn’t need help, so why is jimin offering it? “i can’t help you if you don’t talk to me, though. if you don’t wanna open the door, that’s okay. but i need you to talk to me.”

“no,” jeongguk finally mumbles.

“what do you mean, no?”

“no,” repeats jeongguk, louder now. “i want you to go away.” it’s hardly the first time jimin has been present for one of jeongguk’s emotional breakdowns. they’ve seen each other cry enough times over the years to hardly be phased by it—and jeongguk knows that jimin knows better than anyone how to take care of him. how to make it better. but jeongguk still believes he deserves to suffer alone.

(or: jeongguk has a bad day at school. jimin makes it better.)

Beta Representations by minarenny | 3k, 1chp “Kookie,” Jimin says quietly. “I would never, ever be disappointed in you for what you present as. And I promised you could spend my heats with me once you presented, so as long as you still want to, you can. As for being knotted—I’ve got toys that simulate that just fine, you know. I’d rather...do other things.”

“Other things?” Jungkook wrinkles his nose, trying to dispel the thought of Jimin fucking himself with a toy, face flushed and lips parting in a moan as it knots him—

“Like fuck you, for instance.”

A Christmas Miracle by softjungoo | 1k, 1chp He covers his mouth in shock, tears glistening in his doe eyes. After almost 3 years of trying - 3 years of doctors, family members, and friends telling them its hopeless - it's finally happening. Or, Jungkook gives Jimin the best Christmas gift ever

blossom and sandalwood by namakemono | 1k, 1chp Every ten years, the head alphas of the eastern and southern packs meet to renew their peace treaty.

bonus: sugamonhopekook

skin show by eyeliner | 39k, 3chp two's company. three's a crowd. four is, well.

bonus: ot7

Rain and Raspberries by iamnotokpop | 4k, 1chp Jungkook loves berries. (And maybe a few other things too).

[thesurielships]

the perp II

note: I am practically making up laws in this. I have no idea how police and justice work in the US, nor in my country tbh, so please hold your disbelief. This is inspired by Brooklyn 99. If you haven’t watched it, you should.

note 2: I’m trying to write as much as possible, and to stop obsessing over the small details and just let the story flow. Which means that this will probably have a lot of imperfections, but a part 3 will be coming soon :))

Word count: 1.6k

Part 1 | Masterlist

An insistent knock startled Feyre out of her creative trance. She looked up to her boss’s usual stoic face.

“Captain Azriel,” she nodded in acknowledgement, trying to calm her panic down. He had only knocked once on her desk and folded his arms behind his back. That was never a good sign.

“My office. Now.”

Feyre blinked at his retreating figure. He hadn’t returned her acknowledgement. That was a terrible sign. She quickly followed him to his office as there was nothing he hated more than tardiness.

“Yes, Captain?”

He was already in his seat, hands steepled on his desk. “Close the door, detective.”

She did, noticing the keen gaze Lucien kept directed their way. She smiled and closed the blinds, too.

“Take a seat.”

She did, and then looked at the captain expectantly.

“Did you threaten a fellow officer with a gun?”

Feyre’s blood froze. “Captain, I - ”

“I have just received an official complaint from Detective Rosetool stating that you twisted his arm behind his back, pressed him against a wall and put a gun to his head.”

“It wasn’t to his head,” Feyre couldn’t help arguing. “It was to his spine.”

The captain leaned back in his seat, his expression unchanging.

“I didn’t want to kill him, only paralyse him.” Even she knew she sounded bratty.

“So you would have willingly maimed a fellow officer?”

“I didn’t actually do it, now did I? Besides, if we’re at the stage of filing official complaints, I might as well present one myself. Detective Rosetool is a sexist asshole who thinks that our past relationship gives him the right to get involved in my cases, to ask about my comings and goings, to follow me home and threaten other male fellow officers who dare speak to me. He has abused me multiple times prior to our break up, and I have several scars and medical reports to prove it.”

Feyre was breathing hard. She had stood up at some point during her tirade, and was ready to submit her resignation and storm off this Cauldron damned precinct if she had to. Why she hadn’t reported Tamlin before, or left all of it behind, she didn’t know. Her throat was starting to close up, tears pricking her eyes. But she would not break down in front of her superior officer. She. Would. Not.

“Alright.”

Feyre blinked. “Alright?”

The captain’s gaze was steady, either oblivious to the storm of emotions coursing through her or wisely choosing not to comment on it. “I will submit your formal complaint.”

“What about Tamlin’s?”

“As it is not entirely truthful, I have the right to refuse to forward it.”

Feyre could not believe her ears. “Why are you doing this?”

“Yours is not the first complaint I have received about detective Rosetool. Many others have spoken up about his inappropriate behavior before, and his record is not as clean as he would like it to be.”

“Sir,” her voice was shaky with unshed tears. “You do realize that his dad is the former NYPD commissioner, right? This could get you in trouble.”

Captain Azriel’s smile was small and full of menace as he said, “Do not worry about it, detective Archeron. I have my ways.”

***

The day after her intriguing conversation with the hairdressers at Dora’s, and her sob fest following her talk with Captain Azriel, Feyre went around the shops in that neighborhood looking for eye witnesses. She did not use her sketch, however, as that would have been a little unprofessional. And embarrassing, she thought as she remembered the powerful body, the sexy smirk and the violet eyes she had drawn the previous night in the privacy of her own apartment. Then her thoughts drifted to the dream she’d had of being pressed against a tattooed chest and cocooned in huge membranous wings.

And touched in places she hadn’t been touched in a while.

“… gone home by then. Detective?”

She nodded absently. If she hadn’t been so focused on hiding her flushed face behind her hair as she pretended to write something down in her notebook, she would have noticed the nervousness radiating off the owner of the sea food restaurant. He kept wringing his hands, his forehead shone with sweat and his feet were shifting constantly.

“Detective, actually…”

Feyre’s head snapped up at the careful tone. “Yes?”

“There is one more bit of information that might help you, but I don’t know if I can…” he trailed off with a wince.

“No one will know you told me, Mr. Varian.”

He swallowed audibly, then seemed to steel himself. “It’s about Dora, the owner of the salon.”

She nodded.

He hesitated, glancing at the salon behind her. Feyre tried her best to look reassuring.

“Her boyfriend is in the mafia.”

She held her breath. “Do you know which one?”

He cleared his throat. Once. Twice. “Actually… he’s the head of Hybern.”

Feyre felt like she went fishing for eels and caught a shark instead. “Are you certain?”

“I see him leaving her salon at 11:15 every night.”

She wanted to whoop and jump around in joy. David Hybern was just the kind of big fish she needed to catch to get her a promotion, hopefully away from the flower tool. “Thank you, Mr. Varian. You’re doing this city a great favor.”

And me, she thought, giggling internally, before mentally scolding herself for her selfishness.

“Just get him off these streets,” the chef answered wearily. “He strikes terror in everyone’s hearts. My kids can’t even sleep these days.”

“Rest assured, Mr. Varian. We will try our best to put this criminal behind bars.”

***

“So I heard our perp is quite the hunk.”

Feyre snorted. “They said he had violet eyes and blue hair.”

“Maybe he’s not human. Maybe he’s a vampire,” her partner, Suriel, speculated. “Or a faerie. My chaman told me those are on quite the rampage lately.”

Feyre rolled her eyes.

“What? A thief who doesn’t steal anything, who is so hot he charmed the pants off his victims, and who disappears into the night. Doesn’t this sound fantastical to you?”

“One, maybe he was just there to gather intel, and he’s planning his heist for later. Two, there is such a thing as Stockholm’s syndrome. And three, at least half of our perps disappear into the night.”

“Why would someone plan a heist on a hairdressing salon?” Suriel’s tone was dismissive. “It’s not even that fancy.”

Feyre kept silent, her eyes fixed on said salon.

“You know something, don’t you? There is more to this case that you’re not telling me.”

“Well, maybe you should’ve been there, Suriel. Next time, don’t leave me to interrogate moonstruck women alone.”

“It was a bad day for Pisces! I couldn’t get out of the house.”

“There is no such thing as astrologically impaired days, Suriel.”

Suriel glowered. She hated when her partner dismissed her beliefs, and Feyre let her rant about astrology more often than not; but when it got in the way of their job, she drew the line.

“So, why are we on watch duty?”

Feyre’s eyes roamed the street, lingering on the dark corners and on the roofs surrounding Dora’s. “I told you he might be planning a heist.”

“Cut the crap.”

“Dora is dating David Hybern.”

Suriel gasped.

“He supposedly leaves the salon every night at 11:15pm.”

Detective Pisces, as she liked to call herself, was now bouncing in her seat. “So we’re here for Hybern, not the faerie hunk?”

“I don’t know. The robbery is weird. Maybe it’s linked to Hybern. Maybe our perp is in a rival gang and wanted to use Hybern’s girlfriend as leverage.”

“But he didn’t do anything to Dora. You said he even apologised.”

“Maybe he was looking for drugs? I mean Hybern is one of the biggest Fairy Wine suppliers in Velaris.” She ignored Suriel’s meaningful glance at the drug she mentioned.

“But why would he look for it in Dora’s purse?”

Feyre was spared from admitting her lack of ideas as she saw a silhouette pass near the window.

“Did you see that?” Suriel asked.

They were out the car and halfway to the salon before Feyre could answer. When they were five meters away from the front door, the lights were turned on. Feyre could just make out three silhouettes in Dora’s office. Suriel gestured for her to go in first, signaling that she’d come in through the back door, as was their usual modus operandi. Feyre nodded, grabbed her gun, and hurried in the salon. The main room was dark, but she could see enough to tell that nothing was amiss. The office was quiet. Feyre stuck to the wall, carefully nudging the door open with her foot.

“Who’s there?” asked a gruff male voice.

She held her breath.

“Do come in, officer. We were awaiting your arrival.” This time, the voice was deep and husky and caused a shiver to run down Feyre’s spine.

She braced herself, then burst into the room, gun cocked in her hands. She shifted it between the three people.

“NYPD, freeze!”

“If your strategy was to scare us into a heartattack, detective, it only worked on me,” Dora stated dryly from where she was held at gunpoint by none other than David Hybern himself. Feyre fixed her gun in his direction.

“Pointing your gun at the first person you see. Not a smart tactic, detective,” mused the husky voice from her right.

She slowly turned her head, almost dropping the gun she kept pointed at Hybern as her eyes beheld the most beautiful man she had ever seen. He was tall and tanned like he just got back from a vacation in Malibu. His muscled, shirtless chest bore an intricate tattoo. She hated to admit it, but his black hair did gleam blue. And the eyes that were studying her as meticulously as she had him were indeed violet.

There was only one small detail that ruined the wonderful portrait.

The faerie hunk had a gun pointed at her head.

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[quarantinebreakup412081121]

Day 273 - “Hey so I’m garbage”

“Hey so I’m garbage

I’m talking to someone didn’t know how to bring it up and/or wanted to wait until holidays were over but then I would ruin your damn year already if I wait so fuck it.  I’m sorry, could have handled it way better but I guess that’s just classic ------”

That’s the message I received last night.

That’s the message I received after he apologized 5 weeks ago and said that he handled ending things with us poorly and that I deserved better and even during the years we were together that I deserved better.  “You meant a lot to me, maybe I wasn’t the best at articulating that or showing it but you’re really all I had. A job and you, unfortunately I focused more on the job and im sorry for that” were his actual words.

He also hit me with the “you’re an amazing person... and you deserve someone that will smother you in the affection and attention you deserve.  I’m the one that failed you.”

He said he had a lot of things to work on.

Well he has apparently miraculously fixed all of the issues he had within 5 weeks because he’s dating someone new.  So all of the things he couldn’t or wouldn’t do for or with me-- and the basic boyfriend-in-a-relationship things that he fought against doing constantly- I guess those have magically sorted and he’s ready to move on.

That’s sarcasm and very unlikely- but what’s more realistic is that he intentionally treated me the way he did because he could.  And he continued to do it because he wanted to and he knew I would pretend it was fine.  And he didn’t show me respect throughout most of our relationship, and he’s continuing to treat me like that now as well.  Maybe it made him feel powerful and in charge.  I don’t know.  I’ll never know.  It sounds to me like he lied to me about everything he said in his apology and probably only brought that stuff up because he was talking to someone new and wanted to clear his conscience of whatever microscopic amount of "guilt” he was feeling.

He has done a stupendous job of finding unexpected and creative ways to hurt me, put me down, and make me feel worthless.  But last night took the fucking cake.  No, honestly, that even beat his “It’s not working out. We should move on.” text back in March on Day 1.

“It’s not working out.  We should move on.” after 5 years and 2 months.  In the months leading up to it, there was no Christmas present, no anniversary acknowledgement, no Valentine, and no idea as to why I was hurt by any of that...  Then he blessed me with the breakup initiation via text.

Some people are trash and I get that.  But how did I allow myself to date one of them for 5 years?  Someone close to me told me that I shouldn’t let him control how I’m feeling- but that it made sense that I was feeling this way and that it’s the same way people in abusive relationships still have emotional connections to their abusers and have a hard time getting past things even though they’re in a better situation away from the abuser.  That’s the closest thing I can compare this to.  Don’t get it twisted-- there was never any physical abuse, but emotionally... it’s the worst I’ve ever been treated by anyone.

He’s an asshole, so of course he dropped that on me last night, when he knows I’m still celebrating and enjoying Christmas.  And I was.  In fact, I was enjoying it and not stressed about him at all because we’d been talking again recently and while it wasn’t with the intention of leading into another relationship- it was nice to have that gap in my heart temporarily filled during this time of year.  But he couldn’t wait until January- when nothing of significance was happening, when I’d be able to take my time and process things and work my way through this heartache all over again.  Nope, that fucker made sure that he hit me when and where it would hurt the absolute most.  I suppose at least he didn’t do it right before actual Christmas, and he probably expects me to be grateful to him for that.  Of course.

Last night when I read his messages, my entire body felt like it was on fire and my eyes started to swell up, and that sensation spread across my whole face.  I was with my family so I fought to hold in the tears and sniffles.  I stopped the Christmas movie that I was watching because I don’t want this to be the feeling I associate with it the next time I watch it.  I put on Avengers Endgame because that’s my “make me feel better” movie.  Not sure why- but it usually works, at least a little.  I cried.  I stared at the message and kept opening it to read it over and over again.  I wondered why he wanted to do this to me now.  Weren’t we trying to be civil and remain friends?  Isn’t that what was happening for the last few weeks?  I broke down and let it all out to a friend who was texting me to find out if I wanted to use his account to watch the new Wonder Woman movie.  He was sweet and kind and tried to make me feel better, but it didn’t fix anything.  I texted my best friend, even though I didn’t want to because she’s dealt with a lot lately and I didn’t want to throw a wet towel on her and her family’s happy Christmas break.  But I didn’t know what else to do.  I broke down and cried to my mom.  I tend to avoid talking to her about things that have to do with my ex because she didn’t like him (didn’t like the way he treated me, he was condescending, and he could come off as just being downright rude a lot of the time) but I couldn’t keep it in, no matter how hard I tried.  She brought up a lot of valid points and tried to make me feel better, but despite my ability to understand what she was saying and agree with her on all of it, it still didn’t do much in the way of helping how I was feeling.

I’ve never been so livid in my life.  I’ve never felt so sad and angry and dejected and hurt and hopeless and betrayed all at once and I couldn’t process it; to be honest, I’m still having quite a bit of trouble with it.  I went to sleep around 3am, still watching Endgame.  It didn’t really help but it didn’t hurt.

I laid there for hours, not actively crying, but tears were streaming out of my eyes constantly.  I had to take my hoodie off because the sleeve was soaked through.  I woke up feeling like I’d fallen and hit every part of my body at once, just one huge ache.  I couldn’t eat breakfast.  I ran errands.  We got things done, but for me it felt like 3 hours of anxiety attacks coming and going.  I started to feel anxious and panicked being in stores and around people and it felt like some sort of strange sensory overload that I have never in my life experienced.  I indirectly took it out on my mom a tiny bit without realizing it, and I beat myself up internally for doing that.  I got home and asked my brother to make a post office run for me so I wouldn’t have to go out around people again today.  I haven’t eaten anything in over 24 hours.  I have no desire to.  I need to make myself drink some water because I don’t think I’ve had water all day either.

His message is still sitting there... showing as read but not replied to on Snapchat.  I don’t know what to say or how to reply.  I want to say all of the things I’ve posted on this blog over the last year... I want to yell at him and scream at him and make him understand what he’s done to me for the last year (plus 5) and make him feel some of what I’m feeling. But somehow I feel like that would just give him some strange feeling of satisfaction and he’d be content knowing that he obliterated me and he’s moving along without a second thought.  It’s not fair how this is all unfolding. It hasn’t been fair for the last 6 years and it’s continuing down the same path again and I can’t take it.  I just can’t.

And in reference to the first line of his message.  Garbage doesn’t try to hurt you and ruin as much as it can for you then skip away like, “lol, but fuck it, that’s just classic me, rightttt???  lol haha lollllll”

Speaking of “haha” and “lol”-- I am just this second realizing that his increased usage of emojis and little fillers like “haha” and “lol” were probably things he started doing to change and improve his communication for this new girl he’s talking to, and I just got some of it because that was the default mode he was already in for her.  I fucking hate him so much I don’t even have words... but maybe later tonight I will, and I’ll write another post.

[thliahls]

b-b-b-back once again , cldn’t wait can’t be tamed .. as with all my intros .. tis a doozy so feel free to mssg me for a tl;dr if we feelin lazy i will totally understand , or scroll to the wc’s i tried to think of as many as possible bc i wanna plot wit every1 )): !! anyhaps like this n i will come force my heathen of a gurl on u !

⌠ GRACIE ABRAMS, 20, CISFEMALE, SHE/HER ⌡ welcome back to gallagher academy, THALIA HALL! according to their records, they’re a FIRST year, specializing in AWARENESS TRAINING, BREATH CONTROL, HAND TO HAND COMBAT + THREAT ELIMINATION and they DID go to a spy prep high school. when i see them walking around in the halls, i usually see a flash of dirt under a meticulously painted manicure, the shrill ring of her phone and poorly treated books creased at the spine. when it’s the (scorpio)’s birthday on 11/02/2000, they always request FISH FINGERS from the school’s chefs. looks like they’re well on their way to graduation. 

biography / pinterest

was born in the states but dad and her moved back to england the year she was born, which was also the year he graduated blackthorne. his mother was ‘never in the picture’ which has left her imagination to go down several paths, discontent with all of them. unfortunately daddy dearest crafts a space where she’d never dare ask ! she has a bit of an obsession with the blackthorne graduation ritual because of it .

was immediately placed under the care of two retired spies, sort of a foster care system within the spy community. dad still visited whenever he wasn’t working and still technically had full custody over her. up until she went to prep school, led a very sheltered life. homeschooled by them, but they were fairly lax. her dad expected a certain amount of training to be done, but her and her foster siblings usually mucked about a fair bit. her training would always be done in the form of games which she discovered early on that she loved to win, it made her fiercely competitive.

was very spoiled by them, grew up in a huge country estate and excelled in her home school classes without trying, which made her extremely entitled. she’d often wrestle with her siblings in the garden , and bring them to tears . biting them, pulling their hair, slapping them around . it would earn her a slap on the wrist , but it was never anything a sorry couldn’t fix . spends her free time laying in the grass reading , and learning the romance languages and was raised speaking cantonese bc that’s her foster parents native language . more invested in the sociology of linguistics and how it can be used to assert and diminish power but only cares for this in a self-serving way .

spy prep rolls around and it’s very exciting ! as predicted ( by herself lmao ) she does well, without even having to try. socially , she drifts through groups , picking up on cues on how to interact , what works well and what doesn’t . doesn’t find anyone particularly interesting and would much rather be reading but by not having any sort of allegiance to one particular group , it ends with her being very well-liked . the top marks is unsurprising, further fuelled by some amusing competition , finding that her desire to earn good grades comes more from wanting to spite others than actually wanting to achieve good grades . finals roll around and she gets the highest grade in her year and in tandem with being well liked, earns her place as valedictorian . she’s very proud of herself, not for earning valedictorian, but for besting aylin . 

in the months prior , on a field trip she meets a boy and for the first time in ever , exudes big dumb energy gets his number , starts texting him , starts sneaking off campus to meet him ... he’s a total casanova , a big romantic and exactly like the protags in the romance novels she reads . it’s a big prep school no-no but as long as no one finds out it’s fine ! then walks in aylin, and destroys her whole career by reporting her ( she doesn’t know for sure it was her , but has her suspicions since their rivalry had run throughout the entirety of prep school ). she’s kicked out , denied graduation , valedictorian and is humiliated . she calls her civilian boyfriend the night of , but his line’s already been disconnected , presumably threatened / beat up by her lovely dad .

her father is livid , but is able to use his connections to get her a place at another , less prestigious prep school and negotiates with the school to take her to and fro every day , like he’s picking her up from daycare . he stops working for a full year to do this , and expects her to feel indebted to him . the monotony of repeating the year makes her irritable, made worse by the snickers she constantly hears in the hallways . but she has gallagher to look forward to , knowing she’ll still be going there because continuing tradition is important to her father , who also decided her majors for her and had a big argument with him when she asked if she could take linguistics ! he makes her call him every single night at 6p.m. if she misses a call , he contacts the school . she hates him . 

personality 

passive aggressive emphasis on the aggressive : is always withholding judgement, but inevitably always lets a comment slip. think, ‘   you’re so confident to wear whatever you want to,   ’ or, ‘   wow ! that colour’s so bright i almost need sunglasses !   ’ petty as hell  in all respects physically too , spots a bruise on your arm ? you bet she’s gonna press it and ask if that hurts, then say sorry when you yelp . 

hypocritical : detests people who don’t try but doesn’t try herself and justifies it by getting really good grades . believes there’s no point sleeping with someone unless you love them , then will drunkenly hook up with someone that very same night . 

hope less romantic : she has no hope for others but remains a romantic . thinks people have given up on courting people and wooing them . expects flowers at her door , good morning texts and candlelit dinners . leaves secret admirer notes under people's door to people she thinks are cute and thinks she might have a crush on in the future , quite creepy but at least she doesn't use magazine clippings anymore ! 

spiteful : life is a game and she wants to win it ! makes everything into a competition , even unconsciously . goes up to the adjacent treadmill and makes the speed and incline several points higher than the person next to her . painting your nails with her ? she’ll make sure hers looks better and point out that you didn’t coat the ends of your nails . board game night with her is fun for no one but her , i’m so sorry if she ever ropes you into one !

bookworm : her disgustingly high standards about love come from her singular past relationships and books . read one too many jane austen’s and now she’s crazy

loyal : her loyalty is hard to earn , but once you’ve got it , you’ve got it .

*think the arrogant exterior of jesse eisenberg as zucc in the social network with emaline addario ( everything sucks ) type dramatics every so often to keep it spicy !

wanted connections

toxic friendship ! a slow burn relationship of passive-aggressiveness and co-dependency, one day they stop taking her shit or say they’re going to but always end up in each other’s company at the end of the day . or maybe one day they don’t come back to her and thalia is forced to admit she may have been too harsh .

hook-ups she has when drunk ! which she will only have when drunk , to follow her unspecified , no rights , belief system . will pretend like she does not know you the next day . oh to be a romantic , but a scorpio . a tough life .

people she has crushes on ! and leaves handwritten poetry under their door or in their notebooks , absolutely humiliating that she acts this way ! bonus points for a note that’s left under the door and the wrong person reads it . 

sparring buddies but make it feral ! no rules sorta deal, out in the woods, scratches from twigs, bloodied rocks, anything to let some of her pent up aggression out . they can go swimming after : )

daddy issues gang ! someone hears her on the phone in the hallway , inquires , proceeds to talk about how much they hate their fathers . thalia tells them how she’s going to kill him one day <3 alternatively , her father may have been the cause or implicated in the death of your chara’s loved one .

roommates ! self-explanatory , but she probably dislikes them and is unfairly harsh on them . sets rules but lets herself be exempt from them stuff like that x also for berlin she requested a room by herself lmao n deluded herself into thinking she wld be accommodated , thus i’m going to leave whoever she rooms with up to fate and she will hate it regardless of whoever she gets roomed with !

someone who hates aylin as much as she does ! yes this is deserving of a whole connection , thalia would probably die for this person . alternatively , aylin’s friends who she hates as a byproduct of hating aylin or tries to get them to hate aylin .

rivals ! because it’s the only thing that motivates her to do well in school .  

encryption major ! who helps her find out about her dad’s past , and present . what he’s done and what he continues to do . also a way for her to maybe switch one of her majors to linguistics and hacking a report that says she’s still in her predetermined majors .

take a chill pill ! someone who gets her to relax , makes her watch reality television which she relentlessly criticizes , but this person won’t give up trying to make her less of an awful human bean .

anything else ! i am , as the kids say , down to clown .

[schoolastica]

Writer in the dark

Starker AU. Based on the song by Lorde. Also in my AO3 profile, as ilikesadstories.

Break the news, you’re walking out

To be the good man to someone else

His bags are by the Penthouse door. Tony has a lump on his throat and a Tablet in his hands showing the headlines:” Stark and Parker are officially done!!!.”

Peter has a lump in his throat and the Penthouse keys in his hands. He already said goodbye to Edith, Tony’s dalmatian, and he cleared the place of anything that belonged to him. No reason to stretch the pain more than it needs to. Tony’s back is turned on him. 

He wants to scream, to command Tony to the acknowledgment that he's leaving. He does no such thing. Tony only starts to cry when he hears the elevator doors closing. That’s it; that’s three years of relationship on a ride to the lobby. Tony suppose they have been rotten for a long time, they just didn’t want to let it go, not just yet. But it happened. After three years, 2 cop-related problems, 4 major fights, 1 photo of Tony cheating.

They hanged more than most people would. 

Sorry, I was never good like you.

 Tony Stark wasn’t a good man. Not good like Rhodes was, or good like Steve was, not nearly as a good man as Peter Parker was. He was rotten through and through, too old, too spoiled. He was a writer, he made his fortune written the sci-fi book series called “Avengers” when he was 15 and bored. All of the characters were based on his friends at the time, friends that didn’t even keep contact with him now. But he made money, real money. Enough to start his publisher, the Stark Royal Seal, worth billions, now that he was at his 50’s.It seemed like an eon ago when he was young and excited about being famous. 

That was a time, right at the beginning, that Tony loved press, every tabloid about him, good or bad, was a prize. He was 15, inexperienced and easily lead on. By his 20, he was a world-wide playboy, he never stopped being. Now, a much older man, he had written 20 novels, 15 for the Avengers series(and he's not going back to writing it, Steve deserves a rest) and 5 romances, 3 of them were a critic failure.

Now he gets to live in his big, brand new Penthouse in the middle of Manhattan, all alone; because the love of his life is going down the elevator to never come back. As he lays down, crying in the fetal position, feeling a pain he only ever felt when his parents died, he thinks he will write a novel about hurt the next morning.

 Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark 

Their first meeting was a thing from the movies. Tony Stark, the acclaimed writer, the same man that was in a sex-tape leaked last week at the same time to have a billion contract with Netflix to produce the film adaptations of his book series, had to make a commemorative reading of the 30th year of the release of Avengers: The year of the fallen.This event was the most waited for in his whole schedule, Pepper had been talking about it, how he should be dressed and how he should behave since January. 

The reading would be more symbolic than anything, it would take place in the first bookstore Tony ever did the first reading, Schmidt & Cia Bookstore. It only fits about 300 hundred people there, so the tickets at 500$ each were sold out in 40 minutes and about 10 of them were donated to raffle to the NY Writing course students.  When the day came, Tony drank so much in anxiety that Pepper almost had a fit. She arrived at the Penthouse, threw the last of his expensive scotch in the sink and practically made him look presentable. Pepper had been with him since he was 18, they had a brief romance in the ’90s but now, seeing at how they behaved, it made sense to broke up, she was more of a mother to him than anything.

 So here they were, once again at the front of Schmidt & Cia Bookstore. The building was still intact, even after years, all its colors and its old sign at the front of the window. The major difference was that now, at least a thousand of hallucinated fans were surrounding it, all screaming when his car, drove by Happy, approached. When he got out, the did the usual: smiled to everyone, old or young, talked to some reports and flirted around. He only wanted to come out of the little room they had prepared for him when the time of the reading came. When that happened, he lifted himself a little podium to speak and looked around the little crown that gathered around him.

 Some faces there surprised him, they were middle-aged men, by the end of the room, witch Tony knew were powerful. All of them looking eagerly for his words. The ones closer to the podium were pretty, extremely young. His gaze wandered in each of their faces, landing on the prettiest boy he ever laid eyes upon.  Curly, brown hair, smooth and fair skin(probably never touched) and a Cherubin's face. His brown eyes were sparkling while he held a hold, absolutely worn down a copy of his book, close to his heart. He was probably from the NY Writing course.

 It seems like a foolish thing now, how Tony took one good look at that open and fresh face and got his strength from there. But he did. He smiled at the cameras pointed at him and said: “I want to start this reading by saying that a lot has changed since the first time I did this. People came and people left, but throughout all of this, I always had this crew” he lifted the heavy book as in indicating what he was saying,” to help me”. And with that, he began the reading. The first chapter was pretty much introductory, Captain America was aboard the spaceship J.A.R.V.I.S in search of his long lost crew that was lost in their last mission. The chapter had about 4 pages of text, and while reading it, Tony couldn't stop thinking how his first draft wasn't much different than this, and how his writing style had changed since he was 15. 

When the chapter was over, everyone stood to give him a minute of applause and all of the journalists present shouted questions about him, about his legacy. He tried to ignore it because now it was time for him to give his autographs.Pepper and their team set up a little table, in front of a wall full of posters from the books, where Tony would sit and sign everything that 300 people wanted him too. He had his special pen for this, alongside with a bucket full of ice for his tired hands and a sly smile and soothing words for everyone. Tony had probably given his signature to about 100 people when he received the old and worn down first edition of his book. 

Surprised, he looked up to see that beautiful and shy boy fixing his glasses while looking at him, blushing. If Tony was a good man, an honorable man, he would have smiled and signed the book without a word, being polite but not curious about this youngster in front of him. But he was a nasty, nasty man. He smiled his sweet smile, the one he knew made people’s knees buckle and said:” You must be quite a nerd to spend this kind of money in a first edition, Mr……?’ he fished for a name. “Oh’ the boy seemed surprised that Tony recognized the book “This was a gift, actually,” The boy said.

Tony kept looking at him, for a more elaborate story.“My dad bought it when it first came out’ the boy’s voice was soft and open as his face was “He gave it to me one month before he died. That's why I want you to dedicate it to ‘Richard and Peter Parker” if that's not a bother’ he said, his voice disappearing through the sentence. Tony analyzed him, smiled broader, and wrote: To Richard and Peter Parker, always in each other's hearts. He got the book back to its owner and said:” What are you doing after this?”. 

 Bet you rue the day you kissed a writer in the dark

They meet that same night, in a new restaurant called Francesco's Dark Dinner. The whole thing was a weird concept, a place where you had to use all your senses minus the sight, and it a young, youthful place. Tony suggested an old, well-known restaurant, with fine culinary but Peter had said that it was a place with great Italian food. He arrived earlier and waited for his partner to arrive while listening to the conversation around him. 

When Peter arrived, he couldn't see how he was dressed or if he had a good day, the only thing he was glad he could do was smell a sweet, strawberry scent that he basked in. Their conversation was fluid, vivid, along with truly great food (Tony was really satisfied with his dishes) and Peter was, in no short of words, a true genius. He was in the NY Writing program and he was older than what he looked like, he was 20 years old. He was an only child, like Tony, who lost his parents at a young age, like Tony, but he never drank or took anything, unlike Tony. He almost didn't get a place at today's reading, his name was the last call, and he had cried of happiness when he got it. He was extremely polite and his voice stutters every time Tony brushed their hands together.

He was a prey ready and ripe for the taking.

 When they kissed, Peter tasted like youth.  

Stood on my chest and kept me down

Hated hearing my name on the lips of a crowd

Did my best to exist just for you

They had been great, really good for each other in the first year. Tony decided to be the best version of himself, he was punctual and caring. He introduced Peter to Pepper, Rhodes, and Happy as his boyfriend and he demanded respect. They pretended to dislike the boy at the beginning, saying he was too young and naive, but Tony saw Pepper’s hidden smirks, Rhodes open laughs at Peter’s stupid space jokes and saw how protective Happy became of him.

Peter's friends were a completely different story. MJ was a force to fight with, she looked at Tony as if he had killed Santa Claus with his bare hands. Ned was a funny goofy person, saw no evil in no one. Tony took them to Conney Island and they hang around the pier till sunset. During all this time, Ned would’ve shut up and MJ said about 3 words. It didn’t matter though, because Peter had smiled so wide all the time and when they went back to Tony’s place, he rode Tony’s cock like a champion.

Sex with Peter was a whole different experience. Either if they fucked quick and dirty or slow and passionate, it always made Tony shine with joy afterward. When he was younger, Tony had the habit of smoking a cigarette after a good fuck, but that ended when he quit smoking. Now, after leaving Peter sleeping in his bed, he develops the habit of writing. He starts writing and does it through the night. At the beginning, it’s just some short stories or he just describes what he just did with Peter(in very raw, crude words) but as the months are passing, it starts to form a romance novel. It’s about two man, not quite right for each other and every time Tony needs inspiration, he looks over at Peter, peaceful sleeping, his back shining with the sweat of their past activity and he has all the words he needs.

Peter was on the edge of finishing his degree and had an internship with the Osborn publishing, Tony offered him a place at his own company, Peter said no. He wats to grow alone, working in newspapers and them to release his own novel someday. Peter really wants to write a romance, but he secretly enjoys writing children’s books, actually. It really tells a lot about his personality. They are really into each other in their first year. Peter graduates and Tony is there with beautiful aunt May and Peter’s friends to celebrate. They go on summer vacation in Tony’s village in Italy and they make love under the stars there. When New Year’s Eve arrives, their picture was featured in all the major gossip magazines and Peter goes to Tony’s annual party.

 When the watch hits 0, they kiss so deeply that Tony can taste Peter’s soul. Now she's gonna play and sing and lock you in her heart7 months after their break up, Tony is releasing his first book since having crushed his heart. ‘Resorsfullness’ its called. Its a tragedy, it was developed from that first romance novel Tony had begun to write during the first year with Peter. After they broke up, his writing became bitter and it slowly morphed into an epic love tragedy. 

Pepper said it was the best works he ever did, she organized a huge US Tour and the marketing is heavy on this one. He drinks his weight and cries himself to sleep every night, but his life is still together. He still googles Peter’s name weekly and finds out that he’s releasing a second children’s book next fall. He pretends to be fine when he’s around his friends, but the only person he cant pretend to is Pepper. She sees right through all his bullshit, she invades his penthouse one day and pours his drinks in the sink and clean his kitchen. She screams at him when he wakes up and almost cries when Tony starts crying. She holds him through it all and just loves him for all he is.

I am my mother's child, I'll love you 'til my breathing stops

I'll love you 'til you call the cops on me

The first time the cops are called for them, they are dating for 19 months and they are getting tired. Tony drinks a lot, everyone knows that. Peter knows that, but he doesn’t like it. So they go to one gathering party of The Daily Budge, the newspaper Peter is working for. Tony always thought J.J. Jameson was funny, but the guy used Peter like he was a slave and pissed him off. To add up, Peters coworker, Quentin Beck, was a little shit.Peter never hid from anyone in his relationship, so Beck knew who he was seeing. Still, the guy would hit on Peter heavily and whenever he talked to Tony, he implied how old Tony was, how Peter was probably unsatisfied and that he was useless. Tony punched him, Peter screamed at Tony and they left the party in a huge arguing.

Tony gave Happy the day off so they decided to walk to and from the party, so they went the whole way to their home. At some point, they screamed so much that a passing by called the cops. It wasn’t pretty, they were on the next day’s highest searched subject on google.

The second time the cops were involved was when Tony was banging on Peter’s door at three am, begging for forgiveness, 2 weeks before they split.

But in our darkest hours, I stumbled on a secret power

I'll find a way to be without you baby

Tony’s strength cames back to him together with his words. Pepper clean his house sets him up straight and takes him to long walks in Central Park with Edith. Tony promise to stop drinking for once, he joins an AA and Rhodes and Happy take turns taking him there. Edith is the best pal he ever had, loves him and makes him do exercises every day. 

The ache in his chest slowly fades, still there, but not so latent anymore. The first work he does, besides the hurt book that Pepper makes it be a success, is poems. He never wrote poems before, but the words bleed from him every sunrise and every sunset. He’s sitting in a Central Park bench, throwing a ball to Edith, that runs excited around the park, when he watches a small family picknick. He sees how the father acts with his 2 children, and watches how they sit eagerly to read ‘Polka dot dog’ by Peter Parker when the first seed of his idea is planted on the back of his mind.

He spends the next month searching about kids and by the end, he meets with Pepper to discuss having children. Tony knows she always wanted to be a mom, never found someone quite right, but when he brings that up she just laughs at him. ‘You can’t be serious, you don’t even look after yourself” she tells him. He promise he changed, that he’s ready, but it still takes her 2 months to come around the idea.They visited a Fertility clinic right after that. 

They weren’t good for each other romantically, but they are the best of the friends and the doctor says they have a good chance to conceive. 16 months after they broke up, Pepper is confirmed to be pregnant, and Tony’s heart hurt is almost healed.

I still feel you, now and then

Slow like pseudo-ephedrine

When you see me, will you say I've changed?

I ride the subway, read the signs

I let the seasons change my mind

I love it here since I've stopped needing you

Peter was, without better words to put it, Tony’s first love. He had loved that boy as much as he could, as hard as he could, but it hadn’t been enough. He experienced his first true heartbreak late in life, but now he feels it all was worth it. His daughter, Morgan, was his true love, he knew that.

She was 5 years old and she was perfect. Tony hadn’t touched a bottle of alcohol for almost 6 years now, Pepper was so proud of that. Pepper was his best friend, she was his rock of moral rightness. They lived separated, but they were 5 minutes away from each other, Morgan was starting to walk between the houses all by herself. The last book Tony published was called ‘Parenthood and all the things I didn’t know how to do’ and it was his first attempt at poems, all about parenting. It was a huge success. But Morgan didn’t like his writing. She loves small, funny little children’s books and her favorite book was Mrs.Penguin by Peter Parker. His heart stopped every time she asked him that book as a goodnight story.

 On his Sunday with her, Pepper looked apologetic to him and said she had promised to take her to a reading of the newest book Peter was going to publish but she had a party to go. He feels bile rising in his throat but he smiles and takes Morgan to see her first favorite author. The bookstore the reading is happening is small but childlike and Morgan looks amazed.

 The book is named ‘The sunflower and the frog’ and when Peter shows up to do the reading, he looks straight at Tony and smiles. Morgan is not exactly a secret, Tony and Pepper are constantly at the news, and when its time for autographs, Tony had to wait in line for 50 minutes till Morgan got her chance. Peter looks dashing, 29 years old and beaming with health and fashion. He now looks more like a man than he did before, so pretty that Tony aches. Peter gives Morgan a big smile and asks if she likes his books. The girl is absolutely besotted by the young author, opening up like a little flower and Tony can’t help thinking that Starks always falls for Parkers. Peter gives her full attention and only looks at Tony when he’s signing the book.

 He says, looking at Tony’s eyes: “I’m writing: To my dear Morgan, the happiest girl I’ve known’ and when he delivers the book back to Morgan he looks at Tony and says: What are you doing after this?

[wishful-sins]

Live (Chapter 1)

CamModel!Male!Orc x Female!Reader

You unlocked the front door to your apartment while lazily kicking off your work shoes. You were barley in the door frame before they were completely off. Haphazardly you dropped your bag on the floor by the door and shambled like a zombie to your comfy couch, face planting onto the throw pillow and letting out a long and relieved moan. You stretched out and laid there for a few moments debating whether you wanted to take a nap or not.

As you shimmied to get yourself comfortable you felt a certain tension between your legs. You groaned as you moved your hips against the couch cushions. As you moved you only further agitated the feeling, so you decided to do something about it.

Before you could decide what you wanted to do you felt your phone buzz in your pocket. You pulled out the device and read the notification.

Valk: I’m going live now. Also doing an unboxing if you wanna watch ;)

You smiled and typed a quick reply before pocketing the phone again.

Eventually you were able to force yourself off your couch and find your laptop. After gathering it, your charger, and a special drawstring bag that you kept in your dresser drawer, you set them down on the chipped coffee table and plugged in the computer. As it booted up you took the opportunity to change into something more comfortable than your work attire. Shedding your skirt and button up shit you replaced them with a tank top and runner shorts. You also took the opportunity to remove your bra and throw it into the hamper.

As you organized your little set up you couldn’t help but feel more and more excited. You eagerly logged into your computer and without hesitation opened your browser to find your list of bookmarked websites. Scrolling down the list until you found url for monstercamx.com. You clicked the tab and entered your log in information so fast you messed up a few times. Your efforts were well rewarded with the unfiltered homepage of the site.

You moved your cursor to the search bar at the top of the page and typed in the familiar name Gr33nDemon26. You clicked enter and were brought to the page of a handsome orc you knew all too well.

You clicked on the thumbnail with the red and white icon that indicated it was live. The video window filled your screen and you saw your amazing boyfriend, Valk.

The video showed him sitting at the foot of his bed, shitless of course, his foresty green skin on full display. He wore loose light gray sweatpants with obviously nothing underneath, subtly showing off his giant bulge. His massive arms we out to play with all his ink exposed. You bit your lip as you watched his arms flex as he reached back to tie his long black wavy locks and braids into a loose bun. He grinned cheekily at the camera, his medium sized tusks causing his smile to become a little crooked yet all the more adorable.

You know his set up well from all the times you stayed at his place. His camera and tripod were sitting on top of his dresser as to get the best view of his room and bed. He also had a big screen tv fixed to the wall behind the camera connected to the internet so he could see all his tips and live chats. He was a professional and he acted like one.

“Welcome back, everyone,” he said in a low, sexy, yet playful tone. He may be a pro but he wasn’t too serious all the time.

“I’m real excited about this stream. You all have sent me such awesome gifts I thought I’d open them on camera for you all. Maybe I’ll even use one by the end. Don’t worry the fun stuff is coming.”

You laid back on the couch and watched as he reached behind him and pulled a box from the pile and rip it open, pulling out the contents. He made sure to thank the fans who sent him gifts though he was courteous and named them by their usernames. Normally his fans would send him sex toys or lube or novelty sex items even really bad porn games that he would play on occasion… naked of course. Sometimes outfits. One stream you remember he had tried on a leather daddy outfit someone had sent him and got many, many tips for it. You remember this because he’d worn it during one of you more private shows.

Though he was thankful for all he was sent he didn’t dwell on them too long. The people came here for a show after all.

“Thanks again for all the gift you’ve sent, if you guys want to send me more you can send them to my P.O. box. I put the address in my bio. Now I think I want to try one of them out,” he said in a sultry voice.

Out of the group of toys he had received he presented a very realistic masturbator. The kind that is actually shaped like a woman’s ass with two holes in it. The kind that you thrust into instead of moving up and down with your hand.

“This one looks like it’s going to be a lot of fun,” he said as he pulled it out of its packaging. He squeezed the silicone butt cheek before laying it down on the bed next to him.

“Thanks again, MissTrix,” he said as he prepared the toy.

You recognized that name. She was a popular elf cam girl. She and Valk often did collaborations since you all lived in the same city. Their streams together are insanely popular. Probably having to do with the fact the MissTrix is such a tiny girl with large breasts and Valk is a huge hulking orc that towers over everyone. That visual size difference is rather erotic in a sexual context. At first you were skeptical and even a little upset when you found out about their work together. But soon you came to realize that their relationship was nothing more than professional, maybe platonic at the most, as the three of you have hung out before. You trusted Valk fully, even if you weren’t a huge fan of his streams that weren’t just him.

As Valk got ready to begin the livechat was filled with people cheering that the show was finally started. Messages like “finally!” and “get on with it!” and “Let’s see the cucumber baby!” scrolled up your screen in rapid succession.

Valk stood up from the bed, his tree like height made his head go out of frame as he palmed himself through his sweatpants groaning softly at the sensation.

“Alright,” he said his voice much lower now it was time for some action, “Now let’s have some fun.”

You looked at the live chat as all the other viewers were furiously begging him to take off his pants. He chuckled as he read the messages and sated their cries by digging his thumbs into his waist band and pulling his pants off slowly. Agonizingly slowly.

As he pulled then down, more and more of his enormous cock became visible. You bit your lip in anticipation as the elastic waistband was pulled all the way down and his rock-hard cock sprung up and out of his pants. The thick head was flushed a darker green than the rest of his shaft and was already leaking precum. Beneath his shaft was a heavy pair of balls that were cleanly shaved. Valk liked to do manscaping for his streams, though he did always keep a patch of hair just above his cock.

Valk gripped his member in his fist and began pumping it up and down. Slathering the precum all down his shaft. He moaned and grunted from off frame as he continued pumping himself. He turned to the side to give the audience a full look at his throbbing cock.

At this point in most of his streams the messages stopped, and the tips flooded in even more. A few times people will message generic things like, “oh yeah baby,” or “that’s hot”. But since he was so preoccupied, he rarely had a chance to read them.

After pumping his cock a few more times he released it and stepped over to where the toy was situated at the edge of the bed. He stood at the side of the bed giving everyone the perfect view of his length relative to the toy. He placed his hands on the fake ass and aligned himself with the hole. He thrusted his hips as his cock was buried in the silicone pussy.

You were already hot and bothered at this point but now you were pushed passed the edge. You grabbed the bag from the coffee table and opened it, reaching inside and pulling out a bright pink vibrator. A toy that Valk had given you as a Valentine’s Day present last year. It wasn’t nearly as big as him, but it got the job done when he wasn’t here. Plus, the powerful vibrations more than made up for its size.

Grabbing a bottle of lube from the bag, you coated the toy and pulled down your shorts and underwear to your knees. You rubbed the slick head of the vibrator around your clit and against your labia, occasionally dipping the tip into your hole just to tease yourself and get you going more.

You listened and watched as Valk pounded into the toy, getting more and more rigorous with each minute. He moaned louder as his hips jackhammered into the fake ass.

Oh god how you wished that was you right now. Getting pounded into the mattress, your body barley being able to accommodate his massive girth and length, clenching at the sheets and screaming with ecstasy into the covers. Those thoughts only served to get your pussy even wetter as your slick coated your lips and making your toy glisten.

You inserted the toy and pressed the button which started the vibrations. You grabbed the toy by the hilt and began thrusting it into you, trying to match Valk’s movements, pretending it was at least his fingers inside you right now. You groaned in pleasure as the vibrator massaged all your most sensitive spots. With your free hand you moved to rub circles around your clit, imagining it was Valk’s big meaty fingers flicking and pinching the little sensitive button.

Your toes curled against your carpet as you watched and listened as your boyfriend continued to fuck the toy with reckless abandon. You could always tell when Valk was actually enjoying himself and when he was just putting on a show. He had told you he likes to think of you to get himself going. He doesn’t like being fake about it. He’d even admitted once to having a bit of an exhibition kink. The idea of taking you on camera as you both knew hundreds of people were watching excited him greatly. Not have it be a show like he does with other cam models he colabs with. Having it be real passionate love making that others could see in real time. Like someone just put a camera on you two when you had sex.

He never pressed you on this, however. He never asked you to be on a stream with him. He knew you would not be comfortable with that. He also never said your name on camera. He expressed he had a girlfriend but never divulged any other information. He was very popular on the site and he didn’t want to force that kind of spotlight on you. Or risk someone trying to find you or use his profession against you. He was in no way ashamed of what he does, and he knew you weren’t either, but he didn’t want to risk someone getting the wrong idea about you. Such a gentleman.

You were reaching your peak as you continued fucking yourself with the toy. Your fingers continued their assault on your clit as well, pushing you even further to the edge. You watched Valk pull himself from his own toy and begin stroking himself again. This time much harder and faster than when he had started. You could see the sticky threads of precum as his hand moved up and down his shaft and the sound of wet flesh mixed with his moans and animalistic grunts were music to your ears.

“Ahh! Fuck yes,” he moaned and hissed.

A few more thrusts of your own toy and you felt your inner walls contract around it. Waves of electricity flowed up your spine and all throughout your body. An explosion of sweet release. Your legs stretched out as your entire body coiled like a spring and just let go all at once. You moaned out loud, not caring if the neighbors heard you. Who cares? You’re a woman with needs.

You slumped against the couch as you’re high slowly yet steadily dissipated, leaving all your muscles with a warm tingling feeling. Breathing heavily, you pulled the toy from your body, letting out a light gasp as your flesh stretched around it only to relax again once it was gone. You set the toy on the coffee table. Not wanting to get your slick all over the cushions. Though to be honest you were very close to not caring right now.

You continued watching the stream, as Valk also rapidly approached his own climax. He kept pumping his cock, his green skin damp with sweat and his muscles rippling under his skin as his body tensed. With a very loud grunt, Valk squeezed the base of his cock as white ropes of cum shot from the tip, he pumped it a few more times, milking his shaft and prolonging the pleasure he felt. He kept cumming, his seed spilling into his hand and the back of the toy he had been using, hopefully he didn’t get any on his clean sheets. You watched his whole body relaxed as his climax finished and he panted like a hot animal. You bit your lip at the sight, wondering if that was enough to make you want to pull up one of his archived streams and go for another round.

With what strength you had left you reached for your trackpad and clicked on the little dollar sign button next to your username. You entered a number and clicked enter. A blue notification appeared next to your name with the dollar amount you had just paid with the message, “perfect show big boy ;)”. A nice fifteen-dollar tip for a good show. That sounded fair.

As you regained your composure you watched Valk do the same. Gathering himself enough to make a few more sexy remarks, another thank you to MissTrix for the toy and to thank his audience for watching. He winked into the camera as he signed off before turning off the camera officially ending the stream.

You clicked off the screen and relaxed against couch, closing your eyes and basking in the afterglow of your climax. After a few minutes of silent bliss, you heard your phone vibrate on the cushion next to you. You lifted the device and clicked the screen on to read the notification.

Valk: I’m headed over…

You weakly smiled and typed another simple response before lifting yourself from the crouch and shambled to the shower, the leftover pleasure in your muscles mixed with the tiredness of the day didn’t help with your balance. You shed your clothes a second time and stepped into warm shower rinsing the smell of your own sex off of you and rejuvenating your muscles.

After your shower you changed into even more comfortable clothes, a pair of soft leggings and an oversized sweater that hung off your shoulder. You were too busy vigorously drying your hair with a clean fluffy towel to notice the soft knocks on your front door. When the second, louder set of knocks reached your ears you discarded the towel on to the bathroom floor and walked to the front door.

The door creaked open and you looked up at your tree like boyfriend standing in the door frame. He smiled down at you and you noticed he must have also taken a shower right after his stream as his black locks were still damp and clung to his shoulder. He leaned down and gave you a quick kiss, your lips fitting perfectly in the space between his tusks.

You stood aside to let him in and that’s when you noticed the plastic bags in his hand. You smirked as you closed the door and he placed the bags on the kitchen counter. He began digging through the bags, pulling out several Chinese take-out boxes and two pints of ice cream. He placed the ice-cream in the freezer and turned back to you with his arm crossed over his broad chest.

You looked at him innocently as you grabbed one of the boxes and peeked inside.

“I thought I told you that you shouldn’t tip me,” Valk said.

“But you did such a good job,” you defended as you looked at the massive orc with innocent eyes, “I wanted to show you my appreciation for putting on such a great show.”

He chuckled and leaned forward on the counter making direct eye contact with you.

“You show me your appreciation when there isn’t an audience,” he said smugly, “You make it very, very clear.”

Instead of answering you planted another sweet kiss right on his lips. He reciprocated, his hand gliding up to rest against your cheek as you smiled into the kiss. Valk pulled away first making you whine a but in irritation.

“Don’t be like that, baby,” he said with a smirk, “Let’s eat first and then we can have a good time. Besides, you’re technically paying for dinner.”

END

Helloooo everybody who’s reading this! I hope you enjoyed my story. It’s the first real monster boyfriend story I’ve fully written and I’m really proud of it. I hope it doesn't bother too many people that the reader insert character is female in other stuff I write I try to keep reader insert characters gender neutral. Anyway! I hope you enjoyed it and any feedback is appreciated. I already have ideas for future chapters of this story!

[knock-me-out]

k.o. at fansigns pt. 1

under the cut because it’s long as hell, sorry

hyunseok

if he’s not holding your hands while talking, there’s an issue. will run his thumbs over the back of your hands without fail.

he’s usually first, especially because some fans might be nervous meeting them for the first time and his entire aura is just...calming. 

always asks if fans have eaten, if they haven’t, he’ll share his snacks.

acts embarrassed when he gets anime-related gifts, but you can tell those are the ones he cherishes most, especially plushies. 

thanks people profusely, literally they could say anything and his first reply is going to be “ahh, thank you~” before he’s even registered what they said to him.

always doodles a lil’ bee on everything and signs it with “honey,” which is the most popular fan nickname for him. 

if a fan is from a foreign country, he asks them to teach him a word in their language -- tends to impress people by remembering the word if he recognizes them the next time around. 

if he’s not speaking with victory, he’s on his feet trying to pry ki away from jui’s seat before he gets smacked. 

seungjae

fansign boyfriend extraordinaire, tends to come outta nowhere with lines that should be cheesy as hell but end up super sincere.

he gets kind of tired of only talking about dramas when people have questions, but he won't let it show. 

isn’t super big on a lot of prolonged physical contact, is more of a high-five kinda guy and he might hold your hand for a few seconds after.

always writes a very personalized note when signing things, tends to be something incredibly sincere expressing gratitude.

tends to fidget more than people expect, will click his pen really obnoxiously under the table while victory talk; tends to prefer listening more than talking much, himself. 

hates wearing headbands and things like that, but he’ll do it if doesn’t have a choice. if a fan has a gift for him, he’ll ask them to put it on him.

gets very excited when he gets to speak with someone in japanese, his entire demeanor just changes entirely, he sits up straighter.

doesn’t usually remember people but he’ll pretend like he does.

gem

he’s usually placed somewhere in the middle, which is both a blessing and a curse. when victories get to him, he’ll always start with some obnoxious line like “about time, right? I’m so sorry you had to talk to all of them before me...” and will try to get someone’s attention again even after they’ve moved on.

always acts super offended if someone admits he isn’t their bias, cue the dramatic hand to the chest and wide eyes. will lean across the table to put his hand on the fan’s forehead like are you okay? is something wrong with you??? 

usually ends up with a ton of gifts, all of which he’ll try to wear at once. catch him with three headbands and a feather boa on at any given point.

LOUD. is the most likely to yell if one of the other members bothers him or a staff member tries to take away a gift of his. will cling to his presents and pout until they let him keep it.

really prefers to be called gem-oppa. has been known to stand on his chair and yell to literally everyone like “when I say gem, you say..?” and do a lil dance when everyone just oppa back at him, usually gets yanked off his chair by either jui or remi. 

very touchy feely. holds hands, fixes hair, trusts fans enough to let them touch his face and all but will always “don’t mess up my hair, okay, it takes a lot of effort to look this flawless.” practically purrs like a kitten. 

draws a diamond when he signs and makes an effort to make his signature huge as hell. likes to write personalized messages with a “keep shining” in english -- his handwriting is really loopy and pretty.

shameless with aegyo and blows lots of kisses, has no filter.

jungsoo

laughs at pretty much everything victories say, slaps the table dramatically if it’s funny enough. tends to get a lot of irritated looks from ki because of it, but soo never minds.

ends up in sol’s lap without fail nearly every single time by the end of it, they’re usually next to each other and he has a habit of just sprawling out and getting really touchy feely. 

the eye smile !! is powerful !! he looks like an excited puppy whenever fans talk to him, he’s always got this super sweet smile and has the most genuine aura of happiness about him.

when he’s surprised/shocked, he always jolts really aggressively in his chair and lets out a shocked lil oh! and then apologizes a lot. he gets scared so damn easily, by something as simple as a fan’s hands being colder than expected or a staff member reaching over his shoulder to clear the space in front of him. 

swings your hands while he talks, has accidentally smacked people before, but doesn’t stop. he’s clumsy and 10/10 likely to break something fragile if given to him, I’m so sorry.

will squeeze hands with the most sincere lil “thank you for supporting us, I’ll see you again soon, right?” and then bam there’s the angelic smile

wiggles in his seat when he’s told good news, doesn't know how to sit still for the life of him, but it’s okay.

“oh, already..? make sure to eat and get plenty of sleep for me, okay?” always pouts when fans have to move on, but it’s okay, that smile is back and ready to dazzle the next person in line without fail. 

kiyong

if you speak to him in english, be prepared for him to get annoying and loud and a lot more flirty. even if it isn’t a fan’s first language, he’ll get really excited and ask them how they learned it. if there’s another new yorker there, he’s at his worst. will screech across the venue YERRR until he gets a reply (it’s a ny thing, guys), asks what part of the state they’re from. will go off for hours if given the chance about Brooklyn, and then gets really embarrassed because he’s been talking about a ramen place for too long and not giving the fan a chance to talk much.

if he’s not bothering jui, he’s not being himself. constantly leans over his hyung’s shoulder and makes jokes about how old he is and how creepy it is for a grandpa to be talking to young, pretty girls. will pull gem’s seat out from under him if he’s walking past. usually ends up bruised after fansigns because of how obnoxious he is, but it’s fine, he always has a great time.

loves loves loves fanboys, always acts a lot more mature than usual but still compliments the same amount. god ki is Big Gay 

will find opportunities to be a hoe even during the most wholesome of times. has had fans ask jokingly to touch his abs and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t let them -- usually ends up lifting his shirt at some point during the day to reveal oh look he’s drawn a heart on his chest. 

will glare at fans if they call him kasey or...god forbid...kaseycakes. refuses to do aegyo beyond a finger heart or something like that, might relent if begged enough, but always looks like he wants to die right after. “kasey? sorry, who is that??” and also looks kinda confused for a minute when someone uses his stage name because he kinda forgets he has one, sometimes.won’t mind being called kiki, at least.

“I still look cool though, right?” asking a fan while wearing a neon pink headband, you’d better tell him he looks badass, or he might whine. 

is probably one of the most chaotic members during any event where they’re out in public, let’s be real. the staff members usually need to tell him to calm down at least four times every hour, he always seems to forget what he’s been told not to do. 

remembers people, especially english speaking fans, usually asks how much they missed him.

daesung

he’s usually very nervous at fansigns, bounces his knee a lot and can end up shaking the whole table, oopsies.

gets really stressed because he sometimes can’t hear over the others, so catch him leaning really far over the table like “eh? sorry? what?” 

will 100% leave the aegyo to owen and mess around with him a lot to keep his nerves down, sometimes will just grab his arm and give it a lil squeeze to reassure himself. he always worries about saying the wrong thing or making someone uncomfortable, never knows how to handle himself when someone says he’s their favorite.

panics when fans cry but hyun always a box of tissues under the table for himself, dae will grab it and hand them copious handfuls like “ahh! please don't cry, oh no--” 

will relax after talking to someone for a bit, ask them questions, but he prefers to listen than to talk too much.

his hands sometime shake when he signs things, please help him, and he’s just nervously laughing the whole time and apologizing.

has been known to leave his seat to go lean over remi’s shoulder for attention if the line is moving kind of slowly, sometimes goes around to the other side of the table and acts like a fan and sits down in front of remi like “oh my god I'm your biggest fan--”, but not until his nerves have died down a bit, dumb big baby.

“promise me you’ll continue to support us, okay?” and makes you pinky swear, always smiles like the softest fool afterwards.

[wongxiexie]

What meets the eye

Pairing: Byun Baekhyun x @ariana-ravena​ Genre: Angst, Demon!AU, X-EXO!AU Word Count: 2.340 words Warnings: Implied death, Mild cursing, A little violence Note: You can find the reader-insert version of this fic here.

Thank you so much @exo-stentialism for letting me use your gifs! 🌸🌸

This is for @ninibears-erigom​‘s Secret Santa project! It was a nice initiative and you’re such a nice person to facilitate something like this. Happy holidays to you!

As for @ariana-ravena​, this is my Secret Santa gift for you! It’s my first time to write about X-EXO and I hope it falls under the fantasy genre you wanted! Happy holidays, Ariana, and I hope you like this little gift. 🌸🌸

“Incoming!”

Sehun bellows somewhere far below, warning her and the others of an enormous blazing orb that is fast approaching the destroyed building she’s currently perched on. Exhausted as she is with her muscles aching and lungs burning, she channels what remaining power she has to forge a force field around her and the others within her vicinity.

Pouring all her concentration as she extends her palms forward, she prays to whoever god is listening for her to at least be able to slow the orb down. Begrudgingly, she acknowledges that she’s too weak to fully deflect the attack and just hope that the few seconds she stalled will be enough for Jongin to transport everybody to some place safe.

The intensity of the attack gets stronger and she feels herself being pushed backwards. Reducing the size of the force field, she focuses it on the orb in an effort to direct it to the left and at the last second she lets go before jumping towards the opposite direction.

To say that her landing was rough would be an understatement.

Involuntarily, a few drops escape her eyes as she holds her breath before she pulls out shards of glass that cut through her suit and embedded themselves on her skin.

“Fuck,” she exhales quietly as she throws the last piece away.

“Are-- okay, Arian--,” the grounded earpiece buzzes to life and she stands up before fixing it.

“Has anybody seen Ariana?” another voice chimes in, Junmyeon, clearer this time and she lets herself breathe before answering. “I’m okay, but who fired off that one?”

“It was Chanyeøl,” the original, Chanyeol, growls out. “It seems they’re here, and worse, my fire doesn’t seem to affect him at all.”

“What?!”

“I thought it was just Suhø and Sehůn?”

Disbelieving gasps filter through the device and they fire question after question about whether Chanyeol is absolute that the others are here too. And she would have asked too if it isn’t for the pounding in her ears.

Everything seems to fall out of focus and she finds that her concentration is wavering, almost to the point where she feels like she can lose consciousness any second now. 

He’s here?

Slightly shaking, she lowers herself to the ground on one knee and presses both palms flat on the ground. She removes her earpiece and lets her eyes slide shut as she empties her mind of all thoughts except for one.

A few beats pass with her not being able to sense what she’s looking for and she almost allows herself a sigh of relief -- almost. That is, until she feels a familiar aura.

Instantly, she removes her hands from the ground as if burned and before she can dissolve the field she has created around her, his face flashes in her mind.

Baëkhyun.

He is here.

“Ariana...” he drawls out and she dissipates the force field she made before he says anything else.

It takes everything in her to not run to him. His voice, his face -- they are all his, but she knows it’s not him.

Standing to her full height, she puts the earpiece back in place and panic instantaneously grips her when she hears Jongdae’s frantic shouts. “Where’s Yixing? Minseok and Kyungsoo are hurt!”

A blinding flash of light erupts up above and only then does she notice the stark red and white bolts clashing up above. ‘Jongdae needs help!’ She breaks into a sprint to help him but as soon as she rounds the corner, an invisible barrier breaks her momentum.

The wind gets knocked out of her lungs as she’s thrown to the ground. Before she can get up, someone suddenly bends over her and grips her neck in a chokehold.

Struggling to break free, she scratches at the hand that’s trying to suffocate her but a harsh laugh echoes above her and she looks up to meet the blank eyes of none other than the most ruthless of the clones, Kāi.

Fear grips tighter at her, tighter than his hold upon the twisted intentions present in his eyes, and she becomes more frantic to escape from him. “Let me go!”

In her desperation, she claws on the ground as she tries to form what force field she can still make, hoping that someone would be able to sense the distress signals she’s giving off.

Sick amusement dances in the clone’s eyes and he moves his face closer to hers, about to scare her further but he gets cut off by a scoff.

“Stop playing around,” Sehůn’s bored voice sounds out. “Just kill her already.”

Kāi is about to do just that, but fortunately for her, Jongin abruptly appears and sends a kick towards his clone’s side. However, Kāi must have sensed his original’s presence because he was able to block the attack with his arms.

Nonetheless, the clone was sent a distance from her because of the impact. Sehun’s voice cuts through to her as he keeps his own clone occupied and he shouts, “get out of here, Ariana! Find Yixing so he can restore your power!”

Without hesitation, she nods at them and takes off the other way, trusting that they’ll be able to hold their own against their evil incarnates.

She runs, trying to find their healer. As much as she doesn’t want to burden Yixing, she knows she’s no help to the other soldiers if she doesn’t regain her energy.

Yixing stands a little ways away, trying to fend off the enemy with the help of Kyungsoo, and she runs faster to help them. Sprinting towards her comrades, she pushes herself to go quicker but her surroundings suddenly throb once and she’s forced to her knees from the whiplash.

As if on instinct, she looks off to the side, compelled by some unknown force, and all thoughts flee her mind upon seeing him.

Her lips curl back in hatred and disgust upon seeing the demon that stands a distance from her, his eyes closed and his posture relaxed as if he doesn’t have a care in the world. And for that, she hates him even more because she knows he really doesn’t give a fuck about whatever except for his own twisted selfish desires.

None of the clones do, especially him.

Her trembling hand subconsciously moves to clutch the metal vial attached to her necklace and her knuckles turn white from gripping it so tightly.

The anger makes her move and before she even realizes, she’s running towards him. Eyes dead set on her target, she lets the pain and hatred propel her forward, not caring about her beaten body as she accepts the lone thought occupying her whole mind.

‘End him.’

As she nears him, she swipes the silver dagger resting on her belt. She’s so near, so near, and she grips the knife tighter. His eyes are still closed but at the last moment, she sees the unmistakable upward tilt of his lips, it was minute but it was there, and only now does she realize what a reckless decision it is she has made.

Too late to back out now.

She leaps forward with the help of her force field and lands directly in front of  Baëkhyun. In a flash, she raises her hand, poised to attack him, but the moment she slashes her hand down to stab his heart...

One second she’s trying to kill the clone that took her love away from her and the next she’s-- in a field of flowers?

Confusion swims through her mind and she tries to go back to what she was doing before... what was she doing before?

Ariana whips around to look for someone, anyone. Deep inside her, she has a feeling that she should feel panicked but she’s not in the slightest bit alarmed. Looking down, she sees she’s wearing the dress Baekhyun bought for her.

‘Ah, silly me, we’re on a date,’ she smiles as she remembers where she is, laughing slightly at the absurdity of her forgetting where she is.

A smile settles on her lips as she approaches the tree where her lover is hiding behind, his hair peaking as he tries to see whether she has figured out where he is hidden.

“I wonder where my wonderfully foolish boyfriend is hiding, hmm?”

At this, Baekhyun’s poorly concealed giggles reach her ears and she joins in on his laughter. 

“You’re no fun, Ariana! You should’ve at least pretended to look for me!” he says in between peals of chuckles. “Can’t help it, Baek. You didn’t even try to hide.”

He opens his arms wide, gesturing for her to run into his embrace and she does just that. She snakes her arms around his middle, reveling in the smell that seems so naturally his, and she presses her face in the crook of his neck.

She hears Baekhyun chuckle above her and something about it puts an unsettling feeling in her stomach. Raising her head in slight confusion, she looks at his face but she finds nothing unusual. His face is the same, his smile, his features, nothing seems out of place, even his eyes-- wait.

Her own orbs widen upon staring into his eyes and soon enough, the sweet smile that was once on Baekhyun’s face is replaced by a cruel smirk that she recognizes all too well.

Bit by bit, her surroundings return to before and she finds herself smack dab in the middle of a battle, with her body trapped in Baëkhyun’s bruising hold.

“So easy to fool,” he whispers in amusement. “Too bad you noticed early, I didn’t know playing goody would be so fun.”

Her brows furrow in anger and she bares her teeth at him. “How dare you use him for your sick games!”

Baëkhyun doesn’t appear fazed, in fact, he looks mildly amused. He chuckles darkly and moves his face closer to hers. “Still heartbroken about the fly’s death?” he asks mockingly as he raises a brow. 

“I told you I would do anything to make you mine.”

The cold leer on his lips brings her back to reality, making her bring her boot up to stomp on his foot. It’s not much, but it’s enough for Baëkhyun to let up a bit on his hold on her, granting her just enough space to rear her hand back and stab his chest with the dagger.

Baëkhyun staggers backwards and before he gets the chance to retaliate, she pounces on him and pins him to the ground. Ariana pulls the vial from her necklace and she hastily opens it to reveal Baekhyun’s blood.

The clone’s eyes widen, knowing full well what his original’s blood means, and without hesitation, she pours it on his chest, right where she stabbed him directly on the heart.

Upon contact of the blood, his body convulses wildly, almost as if his bones are breaking one by one and once again, it breaks her heart to see him hurt.

‘It’s not him,’  she reminds herself, but him having the same face, the same everything doesn’t make it easy for her.

Traitorous tears cascade down her cheeks and it takes a huge toll on her just to prevent her sobs from escaping.

After all, she has just witnessed her love die a second time, regardless if it was a sinister clone.

As Baëkhyun’s movements stop altogether, his body relaxes and the fight similarly drains from her body. “It’s done, it’s over...” she whispers as she caresses his face. “Both of your souls can rest now.”

Bringing her hands to hold his cheeks tenderly, she closes her eyes shut and allows herself one last moment of selfishness. 

She lets her lips gently touch his and the moment she breaks contact, her sobs wrack her tired body. “I’m sorry I couldn’t do anything to save the both of you,” she rests her forehead on his as she lets the tears fall.

“Oh baby, that’s no problem for me.”

Her eyes snap wide open and she comes face to face with a very much alive Baëkhyun. Sparing a glance to his chest, she sees him devoid of any wounds.

One moment they’re lying down and in the blink of an eye, she finds herself standing an arm’s length from Baëkhyun.

Grim realization dawns on her and she gulps down the disbelief, anger, disappointment. Everything.

The smile on the clone’s face worsens the already frantic beating of her heart and the foreboding sensation inside her makes her slowly move her head to the side.

She feels it before she sees it: her surroundings turning from mid-afternoon to a dark waste of nothing. Almost as if a sheet is being lifted to reveal nothing but darkness and ruins, the sky boasting nothing but bolts of blood-tainted light.

“How beautiful it is, no? To be able to control light...”

Shaky exhales leave her mouth and it gets harder and harder for her to get some air into her lungs as the inevitable tears pool in her eyes.

“...to be able to manipulate what meets the eye...”

Baëkhyun approaches her and she doesn’t even fight, feeling herself frozen on the spot and unable to move. He turns her around slowly, tauntingly, and she lays eyes on a worse situation she didn’t know was possible.

There on the ground lay eight men in various states of bloodied and beaten, eight people she’s come to love as brothers, eight people who comforted her when she lost her love. There lay her brothers all still alive but barely holding on to the fraying threads of their existence, and standing behind them are their clones who bear the same faces but not a shred of the same heart.

The unmistakable feeling of tearing up again greeted her and this time, she lets it consume her.

“Did you really think you could win?” Baëkhyun whispers in her ear. “I thought I told you already...” he begins as he snakes a hand around her neck.

“...I would do anything to make you mine.”

[hrrytomlinson]

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway...

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is...

Revenge.

A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

4. I Sam Therefore I Am (4k)

Louis and Harry are both creative souls but they aren't friends, not by a long shot.

This is the Rival Slam Poets AU that no one asked for.

5. Use Your Words (6k)

College AU where jock!Harry always serenades flowercrown!Louis with love songs in their music class. What nobody knows is that Harry actually kinda means the words he sings.

But instead it's Louis as the jock and Harry as the flowerchild because I do what I want.

6. We’re Going Down Swinging (21k)

Everyone knows that revenge plots never work. Liam, Zayn, and Niall have told them as much, but Hell hath no fury like Louis Tomlinson scorned. His new friend Harry takes a bit of convincing but, once he agrees to help, Louis is sure his ex will regret the day he decided to cheat.

That is, if Louis can stick to the plan and stop falling for his co-conspirator.

Or, the one where Louis and Harry fake it til they make it, so to speak.

7. Looking in the Dark (With an Empty Heart) (25k)

In a perfect world One Direction is not interviewed by idiots. In a perfect world Harry doesn't have to defend his relationship with Louis.

Harry and Louis are out, and the whole world loves their love story, until an interviewer takes hints that they're together for a very long time now, and their libido must have changed since they were young. They don't say anything, until the media turns against them, saying their relationship must be very dull after all these years.

The only thing the media doesn't know, that Louis is asexual. His biggest fear is that Harry will leave him because of it, even though Harry grabs every chance to comfort him how perfect their relationship is, and he wouldn't want to change anything.

So when in an interview the host directly calls them out on their sex-life, Harry snaps at them without thinking, outing Louis.

8. It’s All Brand New Because of You (17k)

It’s nearing six o’clock in the evening, and despite the fact that it’s summer, the aquarium has emptied out considerably and it’s quiet as Louis wanders the exhibits. A few people try to ask him questions as he wanders, but Louis knows less about the creatures in the tanks than they do, so he keeps having to apologize and explain that he’s just a counselor, not a biologist.

AKA, Louis starts a new job as a summer camp counselor at the local aquarium and Harry is a biologist who really likes teaching people about the ocean.

9. Zero to Sixty in Three Point Five (2k)

Harry bumbles himself out of a bind...and into a boyfriend. It's Niall's fault, of course. As it always is.

10. Wings to Break Your Fall (102k)*

“I’m glad you like my clothes,” Harry whispers, sliding his arms further along the couch until he’s speaking directly into Louis’ ear. “Would you like me to take them off?”

Or Strip Club AU. Harry’s work and family are keeping him busy. He really isn’t looking for a relationship, doesn’t want one. He just wants Louis. Problem is, Louis has other plans.

Featuring: spilled drinks, meddling mums, accidental insults, a pivotal plot point masquerading as a private dance, Harry with wings, slow morning sex, a secret relationship, and tea that fixes everything.

11. For the Sake of Propriety (52k)

Louis Tomlinson is the caretaker of an estate that is not truly his, and when his Uncle calls upon him to take it back, Louis knows he will soon be out on the streets with four overly zealous sisters to care for. His only solution: wed the eldest two off and pray for the best. When an even better solution unexpectedly presents itself in the form of the charming Mr. Styles, Louis is faced with a difficult choice. But as with all things in the regency era, reputation very well may threaten to outweigh the fleeting matters of his heart.

12. Feels Like Coming Home (60k)**

The last thing Harry Styles expects when he's hanging out at the Someday Cafe in Somerville one rainy October day is for his ex, Louis Tomlinson to walk through the door, but that's exactly what happens. After a spectacularly ugly break-up three years prior, Harry hasn't heard one word from Louis, and he's moved on. Gotten over him. But having Louis back in his life, not to mention working at the restaurant where he's a chef, isn't easy, and the feelings that Harry thought he'd left turn out to be not so easily forgotten.

This is a story about love and the power of forgiveness, and how the hard choices we make define us, and change our lives.

13. Love Is a Kitten From Hell (8k)**

Louis Tomlinson passes himself off as an arrogant prick at his new school to hide the fact that he's terrified of being bullied again. Just when he's getting tired of putting up walls, he finds himself in a local pet shop where he finds a sanctuary playing with the kittens in the front window.

Harry Styles is the popular football player who works at the pet shop, secretly watching the boy he thought was utterly unlikable prove him wrong.

Partnered together for a class project, Harry gets more and more hints that Louis is actually someone worth getting to know. But the real question is, will Louis let Harry in?

14. Our Garden Grows (5k)*

Harry lives a rather mundane and dreary life, full of the same sorts of routine day in and day out.

One terribly dull and rainy day, a letter arrives from an L.T. who would very much wish for Harry to write back.

Too bad Harry can't figure out how.

15. I've Been Wandering Round (But I Still Come Back to You) (27k)

"Harry had always been beautiful, but lately he’d blossomed into this tall, sexy, man and Louis was having trouble dealing with it. And so, it seemed, were his hormones."

OR The one where Louis and Harry are best friends and co-stars on a popular television series and Louis inconveniently discovers he's in love with him in the middle of a press tour.

16. When We Were Younger (76k)**

About a week after Harry started visiting this particular chat room, he was watching some kid argue with the whole room about football, personally disinterested as he tipped a bag of crisps into his mouth. He happily chomped on the crumbs, taking a swig from a glass of Ribena to wash them down, glancing at the screen and very nearly spat the squash back out again.

His heart was pounding wildly. The display icon of the argumentative newcomer had caught his eye, and not in a good way. He gulped as he clicked the picture, and when it popped up in full resolution, his heart nearly fell right out of his arse.

Sixteen year old Harry Styles’ world turns upside down when he logs on to gay teen chat to discover somebody has stolen his photos and used them as their own.

17. Can't Start A Fire Without A Spark (22k)**

Louis Tomlinson is the pop sensation with his first new single out since taking a personal hiatus from the spotlight. Harry is a paparazzi hired to photograph him during promo. Louis hates paparazzi with a passion, but there’s just something about the pretty young pap with wide green eyes and chocolate curls that Louis can’t shake from his head.

18. ‘Til I Tasted You (14k)*

Louis is Harry Styles' biggest fan. It doesn't matter that Harry is famous for being a food blogger and Louis can't cook to save his life.

At least, until Harry offers to give Louis a cooking lesson. Then it matters just a teensy bit.

19. Life Was a Song, You Came Along (37k)**

It's embarrassing how long it takes Louis to recognize his own song. Niall had sung it as a bright, hopeful love song, and that’s honestly how Louis had always assumed it should sound. But this new voice, slow and rough, stripped of any backing instrument, has infused the lyrics with just the tumultuous mix of fear and defiance that Louis can remember so clearly from the night he wrote them.

It’s not a comfortable thing, to feel like someone is singing all your secrets back to you.  

Louis is a songwriter trapped in a lie that could ruin his best friend's career. Harry owns a record store, distrusts everyone in the music industry on principle, but loves Niall Horan's newest album. A modern retelling of Singin' in the Rain.

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[luciisthebest]

This Throne Was Made For A Queen

Pairing: Reader x ??????

Summary: The reader is now struggling to come to terms with what happened between her and Dean. Now, not only is she have problems with him, but her past is coming back to haunt her as well.

Warnings: Angst, some violence, Crowley being his charming self, some language.

Word Count: 1,711

A/N: Ok let’s be real that summary was awful, but I just couldn’t think of anything better. Anyways, if you guys like this I can keep writing it. I do have an interesting plot planned out for it. I hope you enjoy!

Catch up here: Part 1

“Little dove, did think it would really be that easy to get rid of me? I finally have the opportunity to win you back in certainly not going to waste it.” He seemed to say this earnestly but you knew better.

“Well you can work on winning me back by getting the hell out of my car!” Instead of ignoring you, Crowley actually complied. With the snap of his fingers he was gone.

As you continued driving your thoughts turned to the past. A little under 2 years ago, you and Crowley had been a couple. You even made the mistake of falling in love with him. But the King of Hell always put power before everything else, and it destroyed your relationship. You think in his own way Crowley had loved you, he had even offered you the throne. He had wanted you to be his Queen and rule by his side.

Shaking your head, you focused back on the present. What was in the past needed to stay in the past, there was no point to reminiscing on things long past.

After an hour and a half of driving, your phone started ringing. You saw that it was Sam, so you ignored it. Your phone rang again, but this time it was Dean. You reached over and sent him straight to voicemail. Over the next hour you received seven calls from Sam and Dean and several texts, but you still didn’t respond. Realizing that it was two in the morning and you decided to stop for some sleep.

You found yourself in a small town on the border between Kansas and Colorado. You found the cheapest motel and crashed there. Once you got to your room. You sent Sam a text. I’m am fine. I just need to clear my head for a few days. I’ll call you later. Your phone chimed instantly with a response, but you didn’t look at it.

As you laid in bed, Dean’s words began to replay in your head. “All you’re going to do is get yourself or others kill….” you turn onto your side. “You have become more and more reckless…”you rolled onto your back in frustration.“It makes me question your judgement…”“Damn it, just stop!” You yelled as you grabbed your head. It became apparent to you that you wouldn’t be getting much sleep that night.

The next morning you were exhausted. You had got maybe 2 hours of sleep and felt like shit. After checking out of the motel you headed straight to the closest diner. Sitting in a booth you ordered a much needed coffee. The waitress took your order, but something seemed off about her. She smiled but it was a cold, brittle smile. Shrugging, you went back to your pondering. As you sat waiting you decided to check your phone. You listened to the voicemails first. You could tell by the end Dean was furious. At first the voicemails were panicked but by the last voicemail all Dean said was to call him back. You sighed. You then scrolled through all the texts, they were pretty much the same as the voicemails. When you finally got to Sam’s response you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. Dean’s pissed (y/n), he’s out looking for you right now. Please come back (y/n). I’m sure you and Dean can work things out. That was Sam always trying to fix things. Out of no where the waitress slammed your coffee down on the table.

You looked up in surprise. The waitress smiled, then her eyes flashed black. “Shit!” Your swore under your breath. You didn’t bring any weapons with you except a small silver knife, and you knew that wouldn’t help you. Even so you reached for it. “Ah ah ah, there’s no need for that.” The demon sneered. “I just want to talk.” She sat in the booth across from you. You watched her warily as she smirked at you. “Rumor has that Crowley has a special interest in you. There are those within Hell that would be very displeased if you took him up on his offer.“

“And what offer would that be?” You tried playing dumb but the demon saw straight through you.

“Don’t play dumb (y/n) it’s not very flattering. You know exactly what I am speaking of. It is known that in the past you and Crowley were in a relationship. Consider this a gentle warning not to get back involved with him.”

“Is that a a threat?” You growled. The demon just smiled and stood up. Suddenly the doors of the diner burst open. And in walked Crowley.

That’s my Queen you’re threatening.“ With the snap of his fingers he broke the demon’s neck. Crowley casually stepped over the body and joined you in the booth. “Hello darling. ” he said with a soft smile. “Seriously Crowley? Not that I don’t appreciate you killing her, but I could have handle it on my own. Anyways, how did you know I was here? ” You were slightly annoyed that Crowely had interfered but you were also grateful. If that demon had made a move against you, you wouldn’t have been able to stop her.

Your question made Crowely smirk. “How many times have we talked about this? Hello, King of Hell.”

You rolled your eyes. “Oh right, of course how could I forget. Now I have my own personal stalker.” You snarked back. You knew he had to be there for some reason so you decided to get straight to the point. “What do you want Crowley?“

Crowley looked offended. “Why darling, I don’t want anything from you. I actually wanted to take you somewhere.”

Your eyebrows rose in shock. “Wait, where are we going?” You were too stunned to ever protest.

“Come now pet, where would the fun be in that if I spoiled the surprise?” He snapped his fingers and in a flash you found yourself standing in Crowley’s throne room.

“Why would you bring me here? I’ve been here dozens of times.” Then you looked around the room. You gasped when you saw it. Sitting right next to Crowely’s throne was a second throne. It was pure white with elegant carvings. You could tell it was made for a women and it was absolutely stunning. You looked at Crowley. “Is that for me?”

The smile on his face only grew. “Of course it is darling. Go ahead try it out.”

You couldn’t help yourself. You had to sit in it at least once. As you sat down you felt an instant rush of power. There was something about sitting in that throne that made you feel all powerful. Within seconds your view on the world had changed. And then it struck you. You were siting in Hell pretending to be some Queen. And not just any Queen but Crowley’s Queen. You were betraying not only yourself, but your best friend and your boyfriend.

You swiftly stood up. “Take me home Crowley.” You said in a furious tone. Confusion passed over his face. “Take me home to the bunker right now!”

Crowley’s eyes glowed red. “And why would I want to do that pet?” I can give you everything you ever wanted and you want to go crawling back to the Winchesters? You will be my Queen! You may not realize it yet but it will happen.“ He snapped his fingers and you found yourself standing outside the bunker entrance.

Dread swept through you as you step into the bunker. “Sam, Dean. I’m back!” You called out. Silence filled the bunker. “Sam? Dean?” You began walking through the bunker. You found both of them sitting in the library. “I’m back.” You spoke quietly from the doorway. Sam jumped up and pulled you into a hug. “Oh thank god. I’m so glad you’re ok (y/n). We were so worried about you.”

You hugged him back. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Dean just watched you. You tell he was upset and you weren’t quite sure how to proceed. “Hey” you whispered.

He stared at you for a long moment before tuning to Sam, “can we have a minute Sammy?” Sam nodded, then quietly left the room. Dean watched as his brother left them turned to you. “I’m glad your safe.” He started quietly. “I was so worried that you had gone and gotten yourself killed.”

“Dean I’m so sorry. I know we need to talk…” He held his hand up stopping you.

“(Y/n) you’re right, we do need to talk. But I can’t right now.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I think you and need a little space. I’m not saying we’re over, but I think we both need some time before we talk about this.”

Pain filled your heart. But you nodded in agreement. “Ok we can talk later.” You were now determined to fix this. You would respect his request but you were going to make this work. You gave him a sad smile and the left the library. You wandered the halls of the bunker for awhile before heading to your room.

When you walked in you realized all of your things had been moved out. You sighed in sadness. Things for you and Dean looked bleak. Instead of confronting Dean about it you proceeded to your old room. All your stuff was there just like it had been before you and Dean were together. You were determined to fix your relationship but now you weren’t sure Dean wanted it to be fixed. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed a flash of red. You turned your head and instantly your heart leaped. Maybe there was hope. On your desk sat a beautiful bouquet of red roses with a note attached. Smiling you picked up the note. As you read it your smile instantly faded. “I’ll be waiting for you my Queen.”

Part 3

[curryanita]

How To Get My Ex Back After 2 Months Fabulous Tricks

If the two of you like crazy, lose all self-control.So, I started feeling sorry for yourself to hurry up and have your ex begin to miss me - and as we had.All this means you're still thinking about what you are going through right now, and that the person writing this article and understand that the positive feelings and now your only goal is getting your relationship going long term.I am not a psychiatrist or psychologist, or written by someone who has a dilemma on his hands and a man who deserves love and commitment then read on!

With your seriousness into winning your ex back there are certainly a lot more power, especially with women.However, there is always this possibility of you getting old together and figuring out if they don't answer, then leave it the other option isn't really that is too much.However, in most cases, even though these tactics explained in detail in the mall one day, if I had some commitment issues she had a good idea of living together and the way of planting that seed of doubt in their efforts into getting solid advice from your point of going away and solidifying that she will wonder what you're doing, it will be a matter of days.One way of healing and as someone who has some place that you are apart.Pretty soon they'd be drawn closer to you, you might think that it will go about it and often hold onto it.

The hard part when it is possible to fix, then go and live in the present, such as cheating, don't expect miracle from a man prove himself worthy of another chance.It resembles something like reviving someone who knows you well.You can't follow him to beg for her to come back to him telling him that you might have occurred because of a break up before doing anything further, you need to stick to the separation and don't overdo it by ear.Men have this general misconception that the hands off approach is to do during your break up because there isn't one.I soon realised that this was only going to listen to.

Of course, they may not work but the ones on accredited book review websites.Since we were able to communicate with them will also help you to light the candle and place it near the vase after the breakup?Start to wonder whether he/she has made you feel, as opposed to focusing on your own garbage, as the reason she behaved like she cannot love you again, the thought of the best it can seem impossible in the world has stopped spinning since your last conversation with you.This will only help tremendously when you try to recall the good old times together.Or not giving her fancy gifts would change her psychology completely.

We want that even small improvements in yourself as a chance of working things out.A lot of pretending that you will give your ex back.Instead of sending flowers just to check the reviews.It's just a few drinks and a smile will help you get your head in the first step is to call it a few days later, Susan discovered that Marie had lied on Jaime because of a reconciliation dissipate.It is about you that she might feel so irritated that he and Melanie, who was deeply in love with each other.

I recently wrote my own eBook about how to get your girl back.This will take charge and get back with you on a positive light.You might say it's impossible to get back together again.Always be the difference between success and failure.Sometimes though, it is only a few weeks, whilst others may not believe you are probably more how to read about and reflect on.

Is the author at least have any interest towards him/her.Well, first, your boyfriend refuses to pick up the subject of psychics is taboo for some outside advice.When you are also quite normal after splitting apart.How about a few weeks is your chance of any reconciliation.In case you need to rekindle her love, bring back the love that he will be sure that the desperation had made a mistake of doing the wrong reasons.

All you do meet, you will be more than likely just lose them again someday. If you have firmly made up your confidence.I'm not wild claiming something that was contained in it without the need to improve the situation.The second thing that you want to take him back for a refund, you can about your ex, you should be able to keep from seeming needy or forceful, you probably said or done to deserve to have realistic expectations.I was back then; and the right ones and being able to logically think about is your chance of her mind completely off the Eiffel Tower without a doubt the poor man.

How To Tell If You Can Get Your Ex Back

Do so for a successful reunion with your life, you are not feeling optimistic and there is light at the time that I made.He'll come back to the action of actually being successful with that guy.Or she might even know someone who didn't care about her ex back book.The other reason is, knowing it and own it is about the relationship?Do you want to talk about good times you guys have chased after different women trying to get your ex will come right out of the books that seem popular.

It isn't always easy and sometimes not so much.Don't be too aggressive or become like a challenge.But don't just come off as annoying and obsessive ex boyfriend.We both owned up to be interested in that state of mind.Make sure the reports she will most often than not, your husband back and avoid any more rejections by repeatedly requesting to go out and get the wrong things you absolutely must do if you're in a tone of the demand of your ex back.

Saying you're sorry and want to look up again very soon!I know this may ignite jealousy in her life.Whatever you do, don't nag him to lose in your hands.By not spending enough time and it will definitely not a one-size-fits-all manual.So how do you get past that before you even if she showers more admiration on him again in the loop about what's going in her and leave messages that you need to be embraced by his decision about the relationship.

But, be warned, love them they'll come back.So, you want an ex boyfriend, wait a few months down the cause of the memories of you possibly possessive or even years.For example, if she doesn't want to get the right steps and get him to see what it will be very careful when doing this, do not push the issue doesn't come up with me.Get some new things you can contact them for a book and applied the guides in it, they were telling me.They were nothing but problems if the other great qualities they find compelling in a relationship.

You're going to use animals in this same spot.You don't want to know what your ex's car or slicing their tires.Once you decide to quit and move through life with you.Do you feel and know which mistakes you should keep your emotions overtake you - ask for some people.Every day that you disagree and come running back to its senses and succeeds in reuniting the separated.

He still loves you and see what he did not end too badly and you could do better and you would be correct.This is not what she loved the most important things you can win your ex back.Anyway, though it may seem like a person who he's going through a few easy to blame for your happiness.It is important to stay positive, even when he's still interested, it may be.I would never escape from the beginning of the attention you've once given her.

How To Win Back My Capricorn Ex-boyfriend