#but they won’t come hereeeeee :(

[muirneach]

i got into new musicians mostly so i could actually attend concerts but they never come to my city so whats the point

[osarina]

ᡣ𐭩 DRIVE

FEATURING: dazai osamu

SUMMARY: against all odds, you come across dazai osamu again, and you somehow find yourself roped into being his date for an event celebrating the armed detective agency. you're not falling. you swear. (you're lying). {wordcount: 9.2k; fem!reader, sfw, romance}

AUTHOR'S NOTES part 2 is hereeeeee! i hope you guys enjoy, this scene had one of my favs to write so i hope you like it too!! reblogs definitely appreciated!! i’ll reblog with the taglist as soon as it decides to show on the dash & in the tags!

SEE: BADLANDS SERIES MASTERLIST READ: UNREAL UNEARTH SIDE B

“We really need to stop meeting like this.”

You aren’t sure how you feel as you stare at the man hanging upside down, tangled in a tapestry—amused, concerned, partly puzzled, a combination of all three really. Dazai Osamu looks half out of it as his gaze focuses on you; you wonder how long he’s been hanging like this, and how he managed to get in this position in the first place. 

For the second time in two weeks, the man manages to catch you off guard, this time on your way home from a date that had gone horribly, horribly wrong with a classmate; you’d already spent the past two hours wandering the streets upset over all of this and you were ready to get home, but now you find yourself hesitating.

“Ah, my sweet, sweet belladonna, my lovely savior,” Dazai sighs, directing a quick, flirty smile toward you. “Won’t you help a poor, suffering man?” 

“How did you manage this, Dazai?” you ask, letting the entertainment slip into your tone to distract yourself from the stress of the failed date as you look around and try to figure out the best way to get him down from where he’s entangled. You’d have to climb up onto the nearby dumpster to get enough reach to cut him down but you don’t even have anything to cut him down with. 

“I tried to jump off that building,” he sighs, and you follow his gaze up to the tall building right to the left of the two of you. Your lips part in shock, you suppose you should have figured something like that because how else would he end up tangled upside down in a tapestry, but it’s still jarring to hear. “But I hit this on the way down and got stuck. I’ve been here for way too long, so many people have passed me by without helping—what a cruel, cruel world.”

“You are either the luckiest or unluckiest man alive,” you murmur, catching sight of a jagged piece of metal underneath the dumpster, picking it up and doing your best to climb onto it, but it’s difficult in heels and a dress. “Why are you so intent on dying?”

“Why are you so intent on living?” Dazai hits you with a question back instead of responding, peering up at you as he slowly spins in the air while you do your best to cut through the thick tapestry. 

You frown at the question, brows furrowing. “Because I have things I still need to accomplish. Goals to achieve. Don’t you?” 

“The only goal I need to achieve is finding a beautiful lady to do a double suicide with,” Dazai says, lips curling up into another charming smile but the effects of it are diminished because of the way he was still hanging upside down, spinning in slow circles. “Would you like to join me, bella?”

“Maybe in fifty years,” you say dryly. 

“I’ll-”

Dazai doesn’t get to finish his sentence as you finally cut through the tapestry and he tumbles down head first to the ground. You bite back a smile as he lets out a loud yelp, crumpling on the ground in an unceremonious heap. You lower yourself back down to the ground, eyes settling on him as you watch him push himself into a sitting position, rubbing the back of his head. 

He looks up at you through his lashes, the charming smile on his lips a bit more lazy and casual as he looks over you. “My, aren’t you dressed pretty? What’s the occasion?” As you prepare to give a bullshit excuse, he holds up his hand and says: “Wait! Let me guess. A long day of work and no one to go out with after, so you decided to get all dressed up and walk around the city to see if fate would lead you to someone, and since our fingers are tied by that thin red thread, naturally, you were led right to me. Oh, my fated, no wonder I’ve evaded death so easily despite so many attempts, destiny refused to let me die as we’re predestined to be together.”

You stare at him, watching as he presses the back of his hand to his forehead, tilting his head back because what the fuck?

“I was on a date,” you say, ignoring the entire rest of what he said to answer his question, truthfully at that because his whole tirade about destiny and fate had thrown you off. 

Dazai wilts, but then straightens up again and says, “Well, it couldn’t have been a good one if he didn’t at least walk you home.”

You grimace. “I think I should be insulted by how pleased you look at my night being ruined,” you mutter, holding your hand out to him to help him up. 

Dazai places his hand in yours; long, thin fingers wrapped around your hand as you help him to his feet. He doesn���t let go immediately, nor does he back away, brown eyes lidded as he looks down at you, so close that your clothes were brushing his. The corner of his lips tilt up, his fingertips grazing your inner wrist. “How about we make the most of a ruined night then?”

You raise your eyebrows—you think you should get back to your apartment, get some work done to make up for how much of a mess the night had turned out, but you find yourself hesitating because do you really want to go wallow alone now? 

“How do you plan we do that?” you ask instead of giving him an answer, although he evidently takes it as an answer considering his face lights up at your words.

“Come on,” he says, tugging your arm as he turns to make his way down the sidewalk, dragging you along with him. “I’ll show you someplace.”

“O-okay,” you fumble over your words in surprise, but it isn’t like Dazai is giving you much of a choice considering the way he’s pulling you along with him. 

Your face feels hot when you notice the people still prowling the streets shooting the two of you odd looks—Dazai doesn’t seem to care, focusing on getting you to whatever destination he has planned, but you can feel their eyes burning into you with every step you take. 

“Ignore them,” Dazai says, as if he can read your thoughts. He tosses his head over his shoulder as he looks at you, the corner of his lips curling up into another lazy smile that makes your breath catch. “They don’t know how to have fun.”

“Yeah,” is all you reply with, a bit doubtfully as you turn your gaze up to the dark skies, where the dark clouds you had noticed earlier in the day are now gathered over the city. “It’s going to rain.”

Dazai only raises his eyebrows, face riddled with disbelief as he turns fully to look at you, walking backwards without a care in the world as he forces people to walk around him. “Now, you care about rain?” he asks, referring to your first meeting.

You let out a puff of laughter. “I guess you have a point.”

“Naturally,” he says, teeth gleaming beneath the streetlamps as his grin widens. “I’m one of the Agency’s sharpest detectives, after all.”

“How humble,” you note, but your voice is light, teasing, and you’re almost embarrassed. 

Dazai is unbothered by your playful dig, spinning back around to turn down the sidewalk onto a busier street, carelessly pulling you along with him and causing people to swerve around the two of you. You try to fumble out apologies as people shoot the two of you dirty looks but Dazai barely gives you enough time to speak the words as he continues down the street. 

“Have you heard?” Dazai asks, returning to walking backward so he can look at you, garnering even more angry looks. “We’re heroes now.”

You have heard, of course, it’s all over the news. You hadn’t been in Yokohama when everything happened, you were visiting a friend outside of the city, but you’d seen it all going down on the TV as it was happening. And naturally, it’s impossible to avoid all of the news articles honoring the Armed Detective Agency and their part in taking down the threat to the city afterward.

“I have,” you drawl, and then add after a moment’s hesitation: “Shouldn’t you be out celebrating instead of…”

Instead of trying to kill yourself.

“This is me celebrating,” Dazai says mournfully, so casually that it takes you aback as he tilts his head back in grief. “It was supposed to be successful this time.”

“Well…” You aren’t sure what to say to that, the words dying on your lips as the first raindrops begin to fall from the sky. “I’m glad it wasn’t successful,” you finally decide upon, averting your gaze as Dazai’s face shifts into one of surprise as he looks down at you.

His lips part as if to say something, but seems to decide against it, instead letting a smile slip onto his face as he says: “Speaking of celebrations, my sweet belladonna, this hero needs a date to the celebratory event that the government is hosting for us in two weeks. Join me?”

You raise your eyebrows, unimpressed, as the rain begins to come down harder—a flash flood, you realize. You watch as people start scattering around you, running for cover, but you and Dazai remain standing in the middle of the sidewalk, him awaiting your answer and you trying to figure out how to politely say you’d rather die than go to a celebratory event with people you don’t know.

You wonder if Dazai suspects your answer because he does not, in fact, give you the chance to speak.

Your eyes widen as he tugs you closer to him. “What’re you doing?” you stutter over your words as his free hand finds your hip and he spins the two of you around recklessly, forcing several people to dodge again as they run past the two of you and into a store to wait for the sudden rain to pass. Only his firm grip on you keeps you from slipping on the puddles forming on the sidewalk beneath the two of you. “Dazai!” 

“Dancing,” is all he replies with, eyes shining as he lifts his arm to twirl you beneath it, your heels splashing in a puddle as he drags you along with his dance like a puppet. “It’s supposed to be romantic—dancing in the rain—I’ve seen it in movies, are you romanced, yet?” 

You aren’t sure what makes you want to laugh, maybe it’s the absurdity of the situation or the way Dazai keeps having to blink away the raindrops that fall into his eyes, but before you know it, you're biting your lower lip to withhold the giggles rising through your chest. 

“Are you laughing at me?” Dazai gasps in mock offense as he spins you outward once. You nearly trip over your heels but before you can, he’s spinning you back toward him, arm wrapping around your waist as he dips you down. “And here I was thinking I was doing a good job romancing you.”

His voice drops an octave as he lowers his voice, dark eyes searching yours, and you think that there’s absolutely nothing romantic about this. Rain is pouring down over the two of you, his hair is wet and matted against his forehead, dripping in your face as he hangs over you, you can feel his breath fanning against your lips and his body heat radiating against yours. Lightning webs across the sky above him, illuminating his face in a way that has your breath catching. You’re in heels and a dress and you can so easily trip and break your ankle, it’s only his hold on you preventing that from happening. It’s dangerous, and stupid—and maybe it’s a little romantic.

“I-”

You aren’t even able to get the admission from your lips because as soon as you begin to speak, someone slams into Dazai from behind. You yelp and his eyes widen as he stumbles forward, twisting the two of you around so he takes the brunt of the fall. He hits the ground hard with an ‘oof,’ half in the muddy grass and half on the sidewalk, and you fall on top of him, lips parted in shock.

“Well,” Dazai finally says after a few moments of stunned silence. “This is distinctly less romantic.”

And you laugh. Unable to hold it back now, you burst into laughter—hands braced on his chest, body flush against his, there’s mud splattered across his face and you’re pretty sure your makeup must be running down your cheeks from the rain. You think that your heels are probably ruined and you’d have to spend hours getting the stains out of your dress, but you laugh because you can’t remember the last time you actually had fun and weren’t stressed about school and the future, and your night had been going so horribly that you’d lost any hope of it taking a turn for the better. You might’ve been crying a bit too, you aren’t sure why, but it’s raining so you hope that he doesn’t notice.

You notice Dazai’s eyebrows lift a bit in surprise before his face seems to soften, a small smile tugging at his lips as he lets his head fall back against the mud.

“So,” he says, “about that date?”

“Nobody believes I have a date for the event,” Dazai complains two weeks later as he enters your apartment and throws himself onto your couch, watching as you dab on some dark red lipstick—an occurrence you’d become quite used to the past two weeks, because evidently Dazai Osamu does not need a key nor invitation into your home, he just picks the lock and comes right in. At least you’re expecting him this time. “Atsushi-kun laughed in my face. He laughed in my face! Can you believe it? After everything I’ve done for him, the nerve.”

You grin, glancing up into your mirror to catch his eyes. “To be honest, I still don’t believe you have a date for the dinner and I am your date.”

Dazai blanches, throwing his arm over his face as he slumps into the couch. “Et tu, bella?” he sighs sorrowfully and you laugh, spinning around in your chair to face him. 

“Think of it this way,” you say, twisting your lipstick back into its container and placing it into your purse. Dazai peek up from the couch, eyes focusing on you as you speak. You almost feel a bit flustered under his gaze, it’s more intense than you expected. “You’ll get to see the looks on their face when they realize that you do actually have a date.”

Dazai brightens a bit at your words and then, as if a sudden thought passed through his head, he begins cackling like a madman—although you’re beginning to think the description is far more apt than you believed, Dazai Osamu is simply not sane. “Kunikada-kun is going to be so mad that I have a date and he doesn’t.”

“You’re wrinkling your suit, sit up straight,” you say and turn your attention back to the mirror, discreetly watching as Dazai lets out an exaggerated sigh before doing as you ask. Your eyes linger on him for a moment—he looks different dressed up nicely in a sleek, dark suit than his typical tan trench coat. He still wears those odd bandages all over his body, but you suppose that’s just a him thing, and no fancy event would get him to take them off. You can’t quite place what the exact difference is but you find that your gaze keeps dragging back to him. 

He catches you staring and winks, you roll your eyes and look away, grateful that your embarrassment doesn’t show on your face as you glance one last time at yourself in the mirror to ensure that nothing is out of place

Dazai, you have learned over the past two weeks, can’t stand silence, so you aren’t surprised when you hear him start complaining about something else as soon as the conversation dies down. 

“Did you know I pushed two of my little protégés to work with each other?” he asks, reaching out to grab the papers on your coffee table when he thinks you aren’t looking. You throw one of your makeup brushes at him. He yelps and draws back his hand.

“That’s nice,” you say absently. “Do they work together well?” 

“Oh, they work together great,” Dazai says, and you glance back at him when you notice the sheer bitterness in his tone. “I think they love each other now.”

Your brows furrow, unsure of why Dazai seems so irritated by this. “That’s… great, isn’t it?” you asked slowly.

“No!” Dazai says so vehemently that you think he might leap to his feet in outrage. “That is not great. They are not allowed to be in a relationship before me. I forbid it.”

Your lips part a bit, a noise caught between a laugh and shock escaping them as you look over at Dazai again. “Okay,” you say, dragging out the word in amusement. Dazai shoots an affronted expression toward you in response, but you don’t give him the chance to speak again. You rise to your feet and swing your purse over your shoulder, glancing at the time, realizing you had about fifteen minutes to be at the City Hall, which is a forty minute drive without traffic and it’s a Saturday evening, so there’s always traffic. 

“Oh god, we have to-”

You turn to leave only to bump right into Dazai. Blinking in confusion, you look up at him to ask what he’s doing but the words die on your tongue.

He’s too close as he looks down at you, you can smell the faint scent of his cologne and you can feel his body brushing yours, the corner of his lips twitching up. “Have I earned a kiss yet?” he hums, leaning his face down a bit so that his lips are almost barely grazing yours. 

“Maybe,” you say, eyes flickering down to his lips for the sparest second before you watch his eyes light up only for you to take a step back, “but even if you did, you’re not messing up my makeup.”

Dazai looks as if he’d been shot in the heart, head dropping back as he groans and pouts at your words. “You’re so mean, bella,” he sighs, voice a long whine. “Won’t you indulge me with just a taste?”

“No,” you say, slipping past him to make your way over to the door where the keys to your car are hanging on a small hook. “Are you ready? We’re going to be late.”

The exaggerated grief that paints Dazai’s expression instantly disappears as he eyes your keys with a look that’s nothing short of devious. Distantly, you frown and close your fist around your keys, putting them out of his sight, but Dazai is undeterred, walking over to you.

“I can drive us,” he says, that same expression on his face as he holds his hand out. You don’t trust the look on his face, nor do you trust the way he’s all but bouncing on the balls of his feet. “It’s the least I can do, right?” 

You’re doubtful, looking down at his extended hand as he waits for you to drop the keys in them. “I can drive,” you say, but Dazai immediately pouts at your words, looking genuinely bummed out, and you feel a little bad because you don’t even like driving, you just don’t trust Dazai to be a good driver. You hesitate. “Do you even know how to drive?”

“Of course,” Dazai says hurriedly, dark eyes lighting back up.

You exhale, reaching out to place your keys in his hand—the smile on his face is wicked, dread builds in your gut. You think you might have made a mistake.

You’re surprised that your car is still in one piece as Dazai parks crookedly across three spots in the parking lot of the city hall. You’re surprised that you are in one piece. You don’t move for a second, fingers still biting into the leather seat you’re buckled in, eyes wide and barely breathing. As Dazai turns the car off, you finally turn your head to the side to look at him before getting out of the car, grateful to be standing on solid ground.

“Never again.”

Dazai’s unbothered, as always—his smile is wide and restless, eyes exhilarated as they dart around the car, fingers clutching the keys as he finally steps outside. He looks as if he’d just won the lottery, that gleeful over having been given the chance to drive. You knew you should have gone with your gut when the man first asked if he could drive, and as miserable and anxiety-inducing it was racing through the streets, in between cars and half on the sidewalk, you think it might’ve been worth it, a bit, considering Dazai’s reaction.

“Maybe once more,” Dazai bargains, holding out his arm to you.

“Never again,” you repeat, but your voice is light as you take his arm and let him lead you up the steps to the city hall. “I cannot believe you didn’t get us pulled over.”

“Must not have been that bad then,” Dazai says, proudly. 

“Ha! More like they didn’t want to risk their own lives trying to stop you.”

Dazai pouts terribly and then adds petulantly, “But it was fun.”

“It was something alright,” you agree idly. You aren’t sure if you were having fun in the moment, you were more scared for your life and your car, but you suppose looking back on it was a bit entertaining. 

“You’re so mean, bella,” he sighs exaggeratedly. “You refuse my well-earned kiss, you mock me, now you insult my driving skills.”

“The only thing insulted tonight was my car,” you mutter to yourself, glancing back once more at it before Dazai steps forward to push open the wide doors to the city hall. 

Instantly, you’re met with the sound of loud chatter and laughter and a young, unfamiliar voice calling, “Dazai-san!” excitedly. 

Your gaze drifts up from Dazai to where a teen with silver hair and pretty eyes rushes up to the two of you. He’s so tunnel visioned on Dazai that he doesn’t even notice you until he’s standing right in front of you, and when he does, his eyes go so wide that you think they might pop right out of his skull. He looks between you and Dazai questioningly, lips parting and closing like a fish out of water.

Dazai looks like the cat that got the canary, eyes gleaming at the expression on Atsushi’s face and lips twitching up into a wicked smile. 

“Atsushi-kuuuuun,” he drags out the boy's name in a long sing-song. “Meet my sweet belladonna, the one you so rudely claim didn’t exist.”

Atsushi looks flustered as he turns his attention toward you, eyes wide with panic and redness rising to his cheeks. “I didn’t-I mean-I just-” he stutters so badly that you’re forced to take mercy on the poor boy.

“Don’t worry,” you say with an easy grin. “I wouldn’t believe I existed either coming from Dazai.”

Dazai gapes. Atsushi snickers, hand coming up to cover his mouth to hide his smile. Atsushi glances once at Dazai and then looks back at you and whispers, “Is he paying you?”

Dazai looks thoroughly offended.

“Unfortunately, he doesn't need to,” you say with a snort, "but I'm sure he would if he had to."

Dazai gasps. 

Atsushi snorts loudly and then looks a bit embarrassed. A woman with pretty eyes and short dark hair comes up behind him, placing her hands on his shoulders. She throws a sharp grin at you. “You must be the infamous woman that Dazai has been talking about nonstop for two weeks,” she says, ignoring how Dazai looks like he wants to wither as you raise your eyebrows at him. “Blink twice if you need help.”

Dazai looks appalled now. “Yosano-sensei,” he complains, “That’s so-”

You pointedly blink twice. Yosano barks out a laugh and nearly chokes over it, Dazai gasps again, louder and far more dismayed. He slumps over your shoulder, burying his face into the top of your head. 

“You’re supposed to be on my side,” he grumbles, voice muffled against your hair. 

You pat his waist as another man approaches the group of you, blonde hair tied back neatly in a ponytail and glasses hanging on the edge of his nose. His eyes are sharp and narrowed as he looks at where Dazai is draping himself all over you. “Oi, you shitty waste of bandages, have some decorum, would you? We're at a government event, stop throwing yourself at people.”

Dazai perks up, that unscrupulous smile instantly returning as his gaze focuses on the blonde. “Kunikida-kuuun,” he now sings the other man’s name, arm slipping around your waist to tug you into his side as he says. “Come meet my date. She’s a grad student at Waseda University.”

You have a distinct feeling that he’s rubbing it in Kunikida’s face, and from the way the man’s expression twists in genuine surprise at Dazai’s words, you figure that said feeling is correct. Kunikida turns his attention toward you. “And you’re with him?” he asks so distastefully that you almost laugh. “How did you even meet him?”

You give Dazai a side-eye, considering whether or not you should tell the truth. You notice the pleading expression on his face and squint, but before you can make your decision, he speaks up, voice loud and exaggerated: “A fateful encounter under the moonlit shore of the Zushi Beach, we stumbled into each other as if guided by the hand of god himself. I-”

Suspicious now of the sideways explanation he’s giving about your own meeting with him, and recalling the tale he regaled you of his meeting with the very boy standing a few feet away from you, you cut off Dazai and turn to Atsushi. “Atsushi-kun, how did you and Dazai meet?”

Dazai flounders, hands flying in front of as if to wave Atsushi off from answering, but Atsushi only scowls and says, “I had to jump into the Tsurumi River to free him from where he was floating upside down in a barrel trying to drown himself. Then he had the nerve to yell at me for it.”

Pointedly, you look at Dazai, who at least has the decency to look sheepish as he glances at you. “I did take him out to dinner after though,” he offers.

“With my money,” Kunikida rages loudly and Dazai throws his head back with a loud sigh of complaint. 

“None of you have my back. Not a single one of you,” Dazai accuses. “I would be a good wingman for you guys.”

Kunikida looks downright insulted. “You are the opposite of a wingman,” he spits. “In fact, you go out of your way to embarrass me in front of women, you lousy liar-”

“I will not have you make me look bad because you’re jealous any longer,” Dazai proclaims, holding his hand up as if to silence Kunikida. 

“Jealous?” Kunikida booms after Dazai, but Dazai is already dragging you away, stealing two flutes of champagne from a passing waiter and handing one over to you with a misleadingly innocent smile. 

“It’s true, he’s jealous,” Dazai says, lacing his fingers into yours as he idly walks around the event hall with you, sipping at his champagne. “He has fifty-eight criteria for his ideal woman, you fit at least forty of them. He’s probably soooo mad you’re here with me.”

You blink and look at Dazai, wondering if you heard him correctly. “I’m sorry, what?” you ask with a laugh. “Fifty-eight-”

“Criteria, yeah,” Dazai confirms, “and he wonders why he can’t get a girlfriend—blames it on me.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I’m sure you don’t help.”

Dazai pouts but then his amusement fades a bit as his eyes scan the crowd of people, dark eyes taking upon an uncharacteristically serious visage. His lips tighten and the corner of his eyes wrinkle as he squints, as if something about the whole event is bothering him.

“You okay?” you ask and Dazai looks at you, a bit startled.

“Yeah,” he says, and you watch as he smooths his face out—as if you’d seen something you weren’t supposed to see and now he was trying to play it off and pretend you didn’t. “Why wouldn’t I be?” 

You’ve noticed over the past two weeks, as you’ve gotten to know Dazai Osamu a bit better, that he’s far more complex than he likes to portray himself to be. He puts on a theatrical show with bright smiles, loud words and over-exaggerated clownlike behavior, and he’s very good at making sure that the mask he puts on rarely wavers. You’ve only caught it faltering a few times, including that first time you met when you’d woken up in the middle of the night and caught his empty expression as he stared out into the storm. 

He doesn’t take well to people pointing it out though, you’ve realized. You tried to once a week ago when you caught him looking a bit lost and alone at a picture you had of you and two of your friends at a bar downtown. He’d broken into your apartment, as you’ve grown unfortunately used to over the past two weeks, and he was waiting for you to get back from class, snooping around while he waited. You weren’t supposed to be back until much later but your five o’clock class had been canceled, and he was so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn’t even heard you enter your apartment until you were a few feet away and asking if he was okay. 

He promptly fled with a half-assed excuse about an urgent mission and he didn’t come back to your apartment for two days. When he finally did, he acted like nothing happened. You think that it’s not really your right to push and you don’t want to step over any boundary of his, but a part of you is starting to long to figure out what exactly is behind the mask he wears and that scares you. You find yourself smiling a bit too much whenever Dazai is around, your face always feels a bit hotter and your brain always feels a bit fuzzy—the tell-tale signs of falling are starting to appear and you want to know the man behind the carefully constructed mask before you start to fall only to realize that there’s no one there to catch you. 

“You looked a bit lost in thought,” you finally say, testing the words on your tongue and scanning his face to see if even that would be too much of a push for him. 

It is.

“You see right through me, don’t you?” He laughs it off as a joke, but you can all but taste the bitterness in his tone and you can see the mirth thinly veiled behind his eyes. “I’ll be right back, the boss is calling me over.”

Dazai doesn’t wait for you to respond, he tosses you a wink and another casual smile before he sets off across the room but you aren’t fooled by the faux-charm this time, knowing that he’s fleeing because you got a bit too close to asking something that he doesn’t want to answer. Lifting your champagne glass back to your lips, you idly watch him make his way over to a handsome, silver-haired man who’s in deep discussion with a young man with messy black hair. 

You sigh and wave over a server to grab another flute of champagne before you even finish the one in hand, disappointment sweeping through you as you realize that the night is likely going to be a very, very long one.

You’re finishing your fourth glass when you hear someone call your last name and pause a bit in confusion, turning around to face a tall middle-aged man with graying hair. Your eyes widen a bit as you recognize Tonan Tanzo, the Vice Minister of Justice, making his way toward you with a glass of wine in hand. 

“Tonan-san,” you greet, nodding your head a bit in respect for the older man, who you spoke to briefly at the Ministry’s panel at your university a week and a half ago. “It’s good to see you again.”

“And you,” the man replies distantly, more a nicety than anything else. “I must say, I didn’t expect to see you here tonight. You’re acquainted with the Armed Detective Agency?” 

There’s an edge to his voice, one that you’re not sure if you like. You wonder if he has an issue with the Agency, but you don’t see why he would, they’ve been nothing but helpful in fostering peace in the city.

You only smile idly. “Vaguely,” you respond, not giving away all too much. You wonder if Dazai knows anything about whatever the man’s issue is—you’d have to ask him later. 

Tonan hums, as if your answer wasn’t satisfactory, and then he says, “I was meaning to email you about the internship you were hoping for under Minister Hasegawa—all of the chaos of the past week has prevented me from doing so. I’ll be sure to do so by the end of this week so we can work to finalize something for winter break and the summer. Perhaps we can figure something out with your schedule to get you some training at the office before the semester ends.”

Your lips part a bit in shock at the suddenness of the offer but you school your expression quickly, mind racing as you force out, “I would appreciate that very much, Tonan-san. I’m sure we can work something out.”

Tonan Tanzo only hums again, nodding at you once before his eyes flicker up above you, a bit distastefully, just as you feel fingers brush your lower back. Tonan doesn’t even bother to greet Dazai as he turns to leave with a faint parting to you. You look up at Dazai, whose expression is cold as he stares after Tonan until the man disappears down a nearby hall. 

“What was that about?” Dazai asks, the cold expression melting as soon as he looks down at you, dark eyes warm and curious as if he hadn’t just abandoned you for almost an hour. You almost feel a bit flustered beneath the gentle stare. Almost. 

“I think he just offered me the job I was trying to get at the Ministry?” you say, still a bit dazed. “Although, I don’t think it’s necessarily because he wants me there, but it doesn’t really matter, I just need it for my resume.”

“Hm,” Dazai says to himself before his lips flicker up into a smile. “Well, congratulations are in order, I suppose. Good thing I grabbed us some more champagne.”

He lifts his other hand pointedly, showing off the two flutes he’d grabbed on the way back and you grin a bit, taking one from him, feeling a bit giddy now even though you’re pretty sure Tonan only hit you with the offer because of your affiliation with the Armed Detective Agency. 

“You should probably slow down,” you note as you sip your own glass. “You’re on like seven now.”

“I’m fine, and you have no room to talk,” Dazai shoots you a playful smile. “Dance with me.”

“What?” you ask, eyes widening as Dazai takes the glass from you before you even take a second sip, placing it down on a nearby table with his as he grabs your arm and drags you to the center of the room, onto a dancefloor that nobody is using. “Dazai, no.”

“Dazai, yes,” he corrects with a wild grin and your face is aflame as eyes begin to turn in the direction of the two of you, curious as to what’s going on. 

You want to die when Dazai forcibly spins you under his arm, much like that night out on the streets of Yokohama when the two of you ended up drenched and muddy except now there were dozens of eyes on you whereas then, people were more focused on trying to get to cover from the torrential downpour.

“I’m going to kill you,” you hiss, embarrassment flooding through you because for as thin as Dazai is, he’s deceptively strong and you cannot break free of the grip he has on your hand and waist. 

“Please,” he breathes out longingly. “A death at your hands would-”

“Stop.”

Dazai pouts, and then as if punishment for interrupting him, Dazai launches you into a dramatic dip, leaning down with a grin that would put the Cheshire Cat’s to shame as he nudges his nose against yours before pulling you back up and spinning you beneath his arm again. 

“This is embarrassing,” you say, but Dazai is paying no mind to the attention that the two of you are gaining—in fact, he looks utterly pleased with himself. “I-”

“Look! Yosano-sensei and Atsushi-kun are joining us!” Dazai cheers, turning the two of you just enough so that you can catch sight of Yosano physically dragging a protesting Atsushi out onto the near-empty dance floor.

“Yosano-sensei, please, I’ve never danced before,” Atsushi pleads, tugging his wrist away from the older woman but her grip is iron clad as she tugs the boy toward her, taking the lead in a wide ballroom dance.

“Atsushi-kun,” Dazai sings. “Don’t look so nervous.” 

Atsushi shoots Dazai a withering look, clearly blaming him for the unfortunate turn of events, and you relax a bit as you realize that Yosano pulling Atsushi onto the dance floor triggered a wave of several others: a dark-haired girl dragging an orange-haired boy onto the floor, the president of the Agency holding a hand out to a young girl who keeps shooting longing looks in the direction of the people dancing, a few older couples.

“See, everyone was just too nervous to be the first,” Dazai preens, tugging you close as he shifts from a wide and theatrical ballroom dance to a slower and more intimate one.

Your breath catches as he wraps an arm around your waist, his thumb rubbing slow circles on your lower back as his hand flattens. His other hand slips from where it’s intertwined with your to join his right on your waist. You’re so close to him that you can smell the faint scent of champagne on his breath as you loop your arms around his neck with a small smile. 

Dazai’s dark eyes are glittering as he looks down at you, warm as melted honey and soft as velvet, you’re almost entranced. His lips are curved up into a gentle smile—you think you want to kiss him, and you swallow nervously as soon as the thought crosses your mind. You also think he might be able to read your mind, because his smile becomes a bit more mischievous as he leans down. 

He doesn’t kiss you, but you think he might as well from how close he is to you—you swear that his lips are all but brushing yours. You feel a bit dizzy, and although there are enough people swaying and spinning around the two of you that you don’t really have to worry about any attention being on the two of you, you still feel a bit flustered by the thought of so many possibly seeing this. 

“Now, do I get my kiss?” he whispers, and your lips part to respond but no words leave them. You think that’s dangerous because you definitely should not kiss him right now but your brain will not cooperate in formulating the words. Dazai lets out a small puff of laughter, his breath is warm against your lips and you want to kiss him even more—dangerous, you think again. “Fine, fine, I’ll wait just a bit longer.”

He doesn’t back away though and your heart feels like it’s lodged in your throat as he hums along quietly to the music playing, swaying back and forth with you tucked neatly in your arms. You think this is far too intimate for two people who aren’t even technically dating (you won’t admit that you’d been questioning it earlier with how often he frequents your apartment and his casual intimacy with you and felt a bit embarrassed when he made his comment about his proteges being in a relationship before him), and you think you should probably back away, but instead you find your fingers toying with the hair at the nape of his neck.

There’s something indecipherable in his eyes—conflicted and confused, but with a far heavier emotion thinly veiled behind it, something caught between longing and adoration but with a hint of melancholy. You want to ask him what’s wrong, but you figure that now’s not the time and he’ll probably just blow you off in the same way he did before.

So instead, you just give him a small smile and watch as his dark eyes widen a fraction at the action—you wonder if he realized that you noticed that something’s up with him and more importantly, you wonder if you weren’t supposed to notice. With bated breath, you wait to see whether or not he’s going to close off. 

Around the two of you, the President lifts his arm to let the young girl spin beneath it, Atsushi is still letting out panicked protests as he and Yosano sweep across the dancefloor, an older couple laughs loudly as the man dips her and the teenage girl with dark hair is giggling as she takes the lead in the dance with the orange-haired boy. 

Dazai doesn’t react for what feels like an eternity. 

But then he smiles—it’s light and soft around the edges, matching your own, and though that indecipherable look is still in his eyes, maybe even more wistful now, you can’t help but notice that his shoulders feel much less tense beneath your arms.

You consider it a win.

Dazai thinks that he might be in trouble. 

His gaze lingers on you as you make your way across the room in the direction of where Atsushi and Kyouka are talking. Atsushi had waved you over after everyone finally made their way off of the dance floor, Dazai’s a bit insulted because Atsushi and Kyouka both made it abundantly clear that they only wanted you to join them, which Dazai thinks is quite rude but what does he know?

And Dazai’s heart is racing, his cheeks feel warm, his lips are tingling, and he wants to blame it on the alcohol but he knows deep down that the alcohol is not the issue, you are.

This wasn’t supposed to happen.

The thought rings through his head as he watches you walk away, eyes tracing your figure while an emotion that borders on longing wreaks havoc on his heart. His throat feels clogged with it, his lungs feel as if they’re filled with ash. You make it to Atsushi and Kyouka and Atsushi is immediately talking, animated and excited.

He thinks you look beautiful—you’re wearing a red dress and it clings as if it was made perfectly for you even though he’s pretty sure it’s a dress you’d found on Uniqlo’s clearance racks, he remembers you raving about your luck with it last week, and as you look over your shoulder in his direction, your eyes glitter as brightly as the rhinestones sitting on your collarbone, teeth gleaming as you smile at whatever Atsushi is saying to you. Dazai doesn’t dare to ponder what his protege could possibly be telling you to make you look at him like that, he doubts it’s anything good, but he finds that he doesn’t even really care because he thinks that he’d sacrifice all of his pride and dignity if it means you’d continue to smile like that in his direction.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. 

It was meant to be a little fun once he realized that you were just a civilian with no connection to the underground—a distraction, a way to gloat a bit to Kunikida because of course Dazai can pull a girl that fits almost every single one of the man’s ideals while Kunikida himself can hardly dream of it. He convinced himself that he was playing a long game by spending every waking second outside of work at your apartment, wooing you so that he could get a kick out of Kunikida’s inevitable explosion. He convinced himself that the fluttering in his chest whenever you laughed at him was just some strange heart palpitations that have arisen as a chronic consequence of one of his attempts, paying no mind to the fact that it only happens when he’s with you. He convinced himself that his face is warm whenever he’s around you because of the weather even when the temperature chills and the wind is bitter. 

But it’s hard to convince himself now—his lips tingle from where they’d just barely been brushing yours, there are goosebumps on his skin where your fingers had once been, and the image of your smile is branded behind his eyelids, the gentleness of it and the understanding. And he thinks it’s ridiculous honestly, because he doesn’t think that there’s anyone left in the world that could possibly understand him, but since that first day he met you, you’ve seemed to be able to see through him in a way that few people have ever been able to, going out of your way to try to make him feel more comfortable in a way that no one ever has.

When did he start to…

He can’t even finish the thought because acknowledging it means that it’s real and if it’s real, then Dazai is in trouble because Dazai is not a man who is capable of love anymore—or maybe he still is capable of love, or something close to it at least, what he feels for the members of the Agency proves that at least, but he’s not a man who’s capable of being loved. 

Not for who he is.

Even if you do fall for the facade he puts up—the smiling jester who laughs and jokes and never lets anyone close enough to realize that the only thing within him is a black hole that consumes anything and everything he touches—you’ll realize one day that the man you fell for is a fraud and you’d leave. Dazai has been left behind once, in a way that was so excruciating that it’d almost entirely killed off Dazai’s withered heart, and he’s decided that he’ll never be the one left behind again. He’ll run before people can leave him, and he’ll keep everyone else at arm’s length. He’s probably wrong anyway; he doesn’t care for you, not like that, the line between obsession and love has always been dangerously blurry for him. He-

“Atsushi’s taken to her pretty fast, don’t you think?” 

Dazai starts at the sudden sound of Yosano coming to stand next to him, a half-empty glass of wine in hand. There’s a lazy smile on her face as she watches where you, Atsushi and Kyouka are all chatting—well, you and Atsushi, mostly, but Kyouka seems enraptured in whatever conversation the two of you are having. 

“Yeah,” Dazai agrees, and his voice is a bit more rough than he meant for it to be. He pointedly takes another long swig of his drink. “That’s a first.”

“Isn’t it?” Yosano laughs loudly, drawing some attention to the pair. “A good sign, he’s got pretty good instincts.”

Yosano nudges his shoulder playfully but Dazai can hardly gather the energy to mask the sudden and unwelcome sorrow weighing on him. He manages, if only scarcely, but it’s unconvincing if the way Yosano’s brows furrowed has anything to say about it. 

He speaks before she can question it in an attempt to distract her from her concerns. “She’s quite the catch, I know. My sweet bella, if only she would join me in a double suicide, I don’t think I could even dream up a better way to go.”

Yosano only waves off his comment, and Dazai knows that she’s right—maybe it’s his tiger senses or maybe it’s just his intuition, but Atsushi usually has a good eye for good people. His lack of reservation around you, when he was even reserved around the Agency at first, is certainly a nice sign, even if it is partly because he’s had a few glasses of champagne. But Dazai also just can’t find it in him to be pleased over it because yeah, it confirms that you’re a good person but Dazai, no matter how hard he tries to be, is not one and he’s not sure if anything will ever change that.

The thickness in his throat returns, his eyes flutter shut momentarily as he tries to regain some semblance of control over himself.

When he opens his eyes again, his gaze instinctively is drawn back toward you and-

Oh, Dazai thinks, his breath catching and lips instinctively turning up as he watches you start to giggle and lean into Kyouka, who must have finally joined the conversation, while looking over at him. There’s a hazy look in your eyes, courtesy of the constant stream of champagne Dazai has been supplying you with all night, but you can’t seem to draw your eyes off of Dazai and Dazai can’t seem to draw his from you. 

Yosano nudges his shoulder again to try to get his attention but Dazai can’t look away from you so he hums as if to tell her that she has his attention—if only partly. 

“Enjoy it, Dazai,” Yosano says quietly and Dazai finally glances over to her, catching the oddly coherent look in what should’ve been drunken, glazed over eyes. “Don’t sabotage this for yourself. Enjoy it.” 

Dazai thinks maybe he was wrong about you being one of few to be able to see right through him. Maybe he’s not as subtle as he thinks he is—or maybe it’s just his shared connection to Yosano through Mori that has her able to read him so easily. He avoids Yosano’s gaze as he looks back out into the crowds. Naturally, he finds himself seeking you out again, and you’re already looking at him. There’s a soft expression on your face as you admire him, not having realized he’d caught you staring yet, and you look as if you’re barely listening to what Atsushi is saying, and Dazai’s heart seizes because no one has ever looked at him that way before.

Well, he decides, maybe Yosano is right. He might as well enjoy it while it lasts. Once you realize that the front he shows you is just a mask to hide the rotting carcass that lies beneath, you’ll turn tail and run, and then everything can go back to normal again. He just can’t let himself get more attached than he already is—that way it won’t hurt when you leave.

Dazai catches his lips turning up as he watches you start giggling at something Atsushi and Kyouka say, Dazai’s heart does that damning flutter again, and immediately, he averts his gaze.

Still, he thinks, he’s far too sober for this. 

Later in the night, when people have begun to say their goodbyes and you start to make your way to the restrooms to freshen up before heading out, Dazai corners you against the wall of the hall leading out of the event venue. You don’t even hear him following you or notice his presence until you feel his fingers snatch your wrist as he yanks you back toward him. 

Your eyes widen but you’re able to bite back the yelp that nearly escapes your lips when you recognize his dark eyes looking down at you, mischievous and glittering beneath the soft lights. 

“Do I get my kiss now?” Dazai breathes out. The wall behind you is cool against your back, and you can hear the chatter from the event down the hall as the event begins to come to an end. You part your lips to respond to him, with what? You aren’t entirely sure, but it doesn’t seem to matter because no words leave your lips regardless. “The party’s over, no need to worry about messing up that pretty makeup now, bella.”

“Only one,” you finally say, voice a bit more throaty than you would have liked but it’s hard to concentrate with Dazai’s fingers grazing your hips and his body brushing yours. You wonder if the man has ever learned about the concept of personal space—you severely doubt it. “Make it good, and maybe you can have a second.”

The smile on Dazai’s lips is nothing short of sinful as he brings one hand up to cup the side of your neck, thumb running along your jawline and fingers entangling with your hair. He doesn’t waste a second as he dips his head down to press his lips against yours, they’re warm and soft, and taste distinctly like the champagne that had been served earlier in the night. You let out a quiet noise of surprise against his lips, eyes fluttering shut. 

The kiss is tamer than you expected it to be—he makes no move to deepen it, lips moving slowly and gently against yours as if he’s hesitant to take it any further, but Dazai Osamu has never been hesitant about anything in all of the times you've encountered him. Your hands rest on his forearms as he keeps you pressed up against the wall, unconcerned with the fact that all of his coworkers and many government officials are naught but half a hallway away. 

You think to yourself, a bit embarrassed, that you might be able to spend an eternity kissing Dazai Osamu and never grow tired of it, and you wonder why it's taken you so long just to give in to his request from nearly a month ago.

You aren’t sure if ten seconds, ten minutes or ten hours have passed by the time he finally separates his lips from yours. He doesn’t move far away at all—his nose still nudging yours, his soft lips still brushing your own, he leaves no space at all between the two of you as he asks: “Good enough for a second?”

Your lips curve up into a smile, eyes meeting his dark ones as you look up at him through your lashes. Though, you have half a mind to agree, your previous thoughts still ringing through your head, you can't help the teasing words that spilled from your lips: “I’m not sure. I guess I’ll sleep on it and let you know my answer the next time we see each other.”

The laugh that Dazai lets out is breathless. 

“Deal.”

[andrea1717]

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#5

It took me ages but I finally made it 🥵🥴

First Times Part 2 is up

89 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 3. November 2022

#4

New story alert and it's very spicy!

The First Time

For a split second he thinks of telling the person that he's technically a virgin. Well at least when it comes to men. Maybe he should have mentioned it in the few texts they shared. Damn it. Maybe this was a mistake. He should cancel. He really should. Steve is willing to pay him for not coming at this point and walks over to his phone to find the chat when the doorbell rings. Steve startles and then just stands there for a few seconds. Should I or should I not? He could just pay him and send him away again? One way or another he has to answer the door.

Read the full story here

93 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 26. August 2022

#3

It's hereeeeee!!!

Summary:

It was the summer of love once seventeen year old Steve Rogers finally gets a chance to talk to Bucky Barnes, the guy he used to watch from afar for years.

As the months go by he discovers more and more layers of the boy he adores until one day, after a devastating event, he vanishes.

It takes Steve months and many more uncovered secrets to let go and move on.

...

At twenty four Steve is living a life he loves. Working at the hospital with his childhood best friend Natasha. Living in an apartment not far from his mother in New York City.

One day at a night shift he gets an unusual task: watching a patient all night who refuses to talk to the police. A male sex worker who was almost killed by a client.

It’s a person Steve never thought he would see again. It’s Bucky Barnes.

Hope you like it :)

Chapter One

99 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 12. August 2022

#2

Febuwhump Story List

Here is the list of my stories that will be updated as soon as i post. I’ll probably be finished before February next year or maybe not lol

They are all Stucky!

Prompts by https://febuwhump.tumblr.com/

Day 1 Headwound - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/91918183

Day 2 Failed Rescue Attempt  - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/92463427

Day 3  Blood Loss -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/94189261

Day 4 Nightmares - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/94422061

Day 5 Let me see - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/95449177

Day 6 Hypothermia -https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/95746195

Day 7 Used as an experiment - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/96292024

Day 8 No Anesthesia -  https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/97901271

Day 9 Kidnapped - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98585307

Day 10 How long has it been? - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98793969

Day 11 Chronic Pain - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98904543

Day 12 Spiked Drink - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/98953656

Day 13 Won’t regain consciousness - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/99296409

Day 14 Can’t go home - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/99562089

Day 15 Hidden Scars - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/99852399

Day 16 Does that hurt? - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/100424721

Day 17 Self inflicted Wound - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/100781148

Day 18 Forced to watch - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/101299719

Day 19  Delirium - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/101685192

Day 20 Caged - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/102396483

Day 21 Help them - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/103188975

Day 22 Restrained - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/103376985

Day 23 Don’t leave - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/103714671

Day 24 Too weak to move - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/104008719

Day 25 Muffled Screams - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/104225895

Day 26 Please don’t do this - https://archiveofourown.org/works/36843922/chapters/104330523

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108 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 4. März 2022

Meine #1 des Jahres 2022

After a hard year, the end of both his military and his short career as a personal bodyguard Steve Rogers did not expect the call from his best friend and ex- colleague Sam Wilson.

He offers him a job, full time and long term, starting on the next day.

At first it sounds perfect to finally move forward from the devastating events in his past career and life - being one bodyguard in a group of four for a rich kid from a famous lawyer.

How hard can that be? 

What Steve didn't expect was the kid - Bucky Barnes, twenty two, traumatized from his dark past, devastatingly beautiful and a real brat.

After a while on the job Steve not only discovers that Bucky seems to play a role most of the time, he also discovers that parts of his heart who seemed to be dead for a while are very much alive.

Atoms - a story by Andrea1717

story (containing artwork by @kahey2804 ), pinterest board & playlist coming soon.

147 Anmerkungen – Gepostet 28. Oktober 2022

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[inhuman-obey-me]

Knowledge is Wrath

Word Count: 1.8k Description: The Avatar of Wrath had mastered the art of pleasantries and placid smiles, a mask he wears nearly perfectly -- but if you try and take advantage of him, he won't hesitate to let it fall. Part of the A Demon's Nature series. Hereeeeee's Satan and his glorious wrath!! Note: Cabariel is a high-ranking demon named in the Ars Theurgia who has fifty dukes attend to him in the day, and another fifty dukes attend to him at night. Thalbus is one of the named night dukes, who are said to be deceitful and disobedient. Can also be found on AO3 here. content warning: gore gore gore, blood, body mutilation/horror

The Avatar of Wrath had mastered the art of pleasantries and placid smiles, burying the rage that always burned under his skin deep within the darkest parts of his soul. He would be more than wrath, more than the fury that everyone expected of him. At least, that is what he would constantly tell himself, knowing that many still found themselves on edge in his presence. It’s all an act, some who had witnessed his true self would say, others merely repeating it for his title and position alone.

There was a place where those whispers would fade away, however. The company of high-society, where he had gathered an array of acquaintances with whom he could discuss a variety of subjects, sharing his extensive knowledge and exchanging it for theirs. These connections only ran so deep, most never crossing the line into friendship -- but friendship is not what Satan sought. He wanted status, a curated image that placed him firmly in the echelons of the wise and out of the shadows of rage incarnate, out of the shadow of pride.

“Thank you again, Lord Satan. I can’t believe I’ll actually be able to see this scroll for myself!” A lesser demon eagerly walked alongside the Avatar of Wrath, accompanying him through the gates of the Demon Lord’s Castle.

“It’s my pleasure, Thalbus.” Satan gave the other his ever-polite smile. “Cabariel had mentioned multiple times that you were anxious to get a look at it, so I’m glad I can be of assistance.” Here he was, leading one such acquaintance to the Royal Archives housed at the castle. It was a privilege few had, one that Satan treasured greatly. He had been allowed by Lord Diavolo centuries ago to visit the archives as much as he pleased, and he did not let the offer go to waste.

They descend now, traversing through the grand passages of the castle -- both imposing and eerie, some corridors shrouded in darkness while others are aglow with flames. Portraits watched them pass by, whispered -- ‘a new visitor, how quaint’. Upon reaching the door that housed the array of treasured documents and scrolls, Satan whispers an incantation he knows well, the last of the words leaving his lips and turning into a spark of light that traces the intricate pattern carved in stone. With a click, the door opens, and the two walk in -- the door then heavily shutting behind them.

“Here we are.” Satan gestures to the main archive room, lined with towering shelves that nearly reached the domed ceiling. “Impressive, isn’t it?”

“It is, it is!” Thalbus gives him a grin, ever-so-slightly crooked. Clasping his hands together, his eyes scan the magnificent annals of the Devildom. “So … where is that scroll?”

“Impatient, aren’t we?” Satan merely smiles, though he feels the way his jaw wants to clench. “Come, it’s in one of the back rooms.”

Down a few aisles, through an archway, and they now are before a vitrine with a scroll neatly rolled out in full display, the parchment delicate from its age but its fibers intact due to restorative magic. It’s much smaller than one would expect, and thick ink is scrawled across it in ancient demonic tongue -- “The Word of the Regent”.

“Wow,” Thalbus gasps in awe, scuttling closer to the glass to get a good look at the prized artifact. “So it really does exist … “

“That it does.” Ah, what a smug look it was that now graced the Avatar’s features. “It really is fascinating, apparently written by one of the first kings. Many are still trying to decipher it’s more complicated and muddled passages, as it seems to speak of a series of powerful rituals that would grant whoever is able to perform it a great amount of power and wealth. Or, so say the urban legends, the actual validity is still debated and -- “

Satan continues to speak, showing off every bit of knowledge he has on the subject as Thalbus continues to admire the scroll. He gets a few ‘hmms’ and various other one-word acknowledgments in response, which is all he needs to continue his confident rambling. To be in the presence of another demon who understood the splendor of such a relic was refreshing, even if for only selfish reasons in that the Greater Demon could bestow an interested party in all his wisdom.

“Thank you once again, Lord Satan.” Thalbus gestures in great respect, hiding a rather satisfied smile as they both eventually leave the archive chamber. “I am incredibly lucky to have been able to be introduced to you, and to see the scroll for myself! Ah, what a dream come true!”

“Again, you are very welcome.” Picture-perfect smile, a steady gaze. They round a few corners, go down a flight of steps -- the portraits whisper again, “oh my, oh my”. They enter one of the dim passages, steps lost to shadows.

“Um, Lord Satan … forgive me, but is this the way back out?” Thalbus warily speaks up, eyes darting around the dark.

“Oh, no. No, it isn’t.” Satan laughs, shaking his head as a large smile stays plastered on his lips. A fool, the Avatar thinks to himself, he truly takes ME for a fool! How ridiculous, preposterous, outrageous. “Did you think I wouldn’t notice, Thalbus?”

“Pardon me?”

“Adorable, how you think you can feign innocence.” He laughs again, though malice bleeds through his voice this time. With a wave of his hand, the shriek of metal scraping against stone is heard -- a gate closes, and Thalbus now realizes he is trapped in a room with no escape. “So, why don’t you hand it over?”

“Oh … you mean, this?” The lesser demon produces a thin tube from his jacket, cocky grin splitting his lips. “I suppose you’re sharper than I realized. Didn’t think you would pay attention while you kept yapping and yapping.” How courageous, for him to act as if he wasn’t moments away from wrathful consequences, Thalbus would have one think. How utterly foolish, is what Satan knows.

Imperturbable smile still present, the Greater Demon steps closer and moves to snatch the contained scroll from the thief, but Thalbus has decided he’d much rather opt for more severe torment as he moves to hide it again. Were all demons of deceit this imprudent? The flames of wrath begin to grow within -- hotter, deadlier.

“How about we make a deal?” Thalbus tries. “You let me borrow the scroll, and I’ll grant you something in return.”

“Oh?” Satan’s smile widens, but his teeth grow sharper. “A deal you say? Truly, Thalbus, you continue to impress!” He begins to laugh, that laugh that sounded so melodic and cheerful and yet just a hint deranged. Satan tilts his head to the side, his eyes glowing a fierce green in the darkness. “You think that you of all demons can entice me with a deal? Just what could you possibly have to offer ME?” His laughter continues, growing more maniacal as his body continues to shift and distort. His claws grow longer, his tail thrashing about as flesh gives way at parts to bone, green flames tracing up his spine to match the searing verdant flames that now emit from his hollow eye sockets. “Have you forgotten who I am?”

Thalbus does not have time to respond, though the terror now present on every crevice of his being is answer enough. In an instant, claws are at his throat as he is held up against the wall, the sound of metal hitting the stone floor ringing out as the scroll slips from his grasp and rolls into the far corner of the room.

“Ah, looks like you’ve lost your bargaining chip!” There is a distortion to Satan’s voice, a grating echo. “That’s too bad.” His tail goes to flick at Thalbus’ cheek before roughly moving against his flesh, its sharp edges peeling away at his skin to reveal what lay underneath. The lesser demon tries to shriek, only to find no sound leaves him. “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?”

Satan laughs again, before the claws of his other hand immediately go to grip Thalbus’ jaw, wrenching it open and piercing a claw through his aforementioned muscle. “Oh, guess it’s actually me.” As the lesser demon struggles, Satan can make out a garbled “Please!” as he sees tears leave the other’s eyes.

Please?

PLEASE?

What could this pathetic excuse of a demon, this wretch, this absolute shitstain be thinking that begging “please” would help get him out of this? This situation that he only had himself to blame, for daring to think that he could outwit Satan. The flames that danced atop wrath’s form grew brighter, hotter, larger -- and he unhooks his claw from the demon's tongue to instead grab hold of his jaw once more and rip it clean off his skull. Blood gurgles up and spills from the deceitful demon’s open cavity of a throat, muffling his continued screams which only sounded like music to Wrath’s ears.

Rage overflowed through every fiber of Satan’s being, his mind now clouded and his vision blurred among the inferno. His blood boils as he descends into madness, a flurry of demonic curses escaping through grotesque fangs until words become unintelligible screams that shake the stone walls in his fury.

Idiot, idiot, idiot, IDIOT!

The sharp bony horn that now protrudes from Wrath’s forehead is lowered to skewer an eye, then the other. Piece by piece, Thalbus is torn apart -- claws ripping apart limbs, teeth tearing out his organs, horn impaling muscle, tail grinding bone -- all while the smell of burnt flesh fills the room as flames lick at the remains. The sickening sounds of the lesser demon’s body being completely obliterated fill the otherwise empty chamber, a song of violence.

He is long dead before Satan is finished with him, painting the walls and floor with ichor and tissue and ashes of whatever else comprised the once corporeal form of Cabariel’s duke.

Ah, right. Cabariel …

Deep breath, count to ten … and Satan feels his form shift again, sharp edges folding away as his more human form comes into place. The haze in his mind is gone, the flames put out, the wrath forcibly buried back down as rage subsides. He is himself again, he thinks, for obviously this was who he was and not that beast that had just reared its head.

Yes. Himself.

He walks over to the corner of the room, deftly picking up the nearly stolen artifact. Rage begins to unfurl within him once more, but he must keep it at bay. This problem had been taken care of, disaster avoided. Cabariel would not be pleased to know that he was short a duke, but that was the least of Satan’s worries -- after all, Cabariel should be glad that it wasn’t his throat Satan came for next.

Another look around the room, and a tired sigh leaves the Avatar’s lips. He had purposely lured Thalbus away from the Royal Archives, but still ...

… Barbatos was not going to be pleased.

[jaeger-soul]

HIIIIIII again! I definitely hear you, I could use to forget real life for a little while, too. Always sending you positive vibes ✨��

The character limit is different now lol I don’t have to spam your inbox with six messages at a time when I write a lot, I can just send one long message😂 Thank you for the welcome wagon 🥰 After using tumblr without an account for 5 years, this is interesting LOL Just had your page bookmarked and that was the extent to which I used tumblr

Yeah I actually really like my music anon nickname so I used it for my username hereeeeee ✨🤣 Still music anon but also we can keep track of which anon is me since there’re a lot of us 😭.

They are lol I wish I could write for them but I have no idea how 😂 I’ve only successfully written one fanfiction for a different fandom and even that story I am crawling to the finish line because… idk it’s long and I feel like I’m not doing a good job lol it was actually me who told you a few months ago that I’m writing it but haven’t posted it anywhere and you told me I’m working hard and should share it and I agree with you lol I’m just nervous 😂

I love linkin park, three days grace, and simple plan and what is hilarious is that when I was really little, like REALLY LITTLE, all the adults and teens around me were playing them aloud and that’s how I heard them 😂but then in mid teen years. . . I won’t say what I was listening to lol 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅 I still listen to everything I was listening to then actually, but it wasn’t punk 😂 I just recently discovered how much I like punk and rock

I listen to everything too! I don’t know if I can say that I listen to country since I only know all of Miranda Lambert’s songs lol 😂 But I’d definitely listen to more

LOL 😂 I had never ever heard blink-182 before and in 2017 one of my favorite songs was Closer by the Chainsmokers and they said “stay and play that blink 182 song“ and I was curious but didn’t look up their songs until like 2019 😅

I am obsessed with almost by Bowling for Soup and I had never heard Ohio until now and I really like it so much, I think they couldn’t make any song and I would vibe with it 🤩🤩🤩🤩 And after Ohio went off, Pandora played I’d Do Anything but simple plan and I liked it 😊

Oooooooh wow okay yeah I get it and I agree with you, that makes sense for him to take some time off and to go a different direction if it’s better for him.

YAYYYYY SPOTIFY PLAYLIST PENDING ! ! IM HYPE 🤩✨🔥🤩✨🔥🤩✨🔥🤩✨🔥🤩✨🔥

Thanks for answering the Tatiana question lol 😂

If I say anything embarrassing in the future, I’ll request the private message LOL 😂

Also, 84 years LOL I see you sliding that number in there 🤣🤣🍀🍀🍀 And happy late Saint Patrick’s Day 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

the positive vibes are appreciated 🤍

if you ever wanna talk fanfic ideas for swagger bishie, i'm always down. i have so many ideas i want to write but i'm getting through stay first

you should post that story somewhere though - i'm sure you'll get great feedback and positive comments. and part of the fun of writing for fandoms is sharing our work with other fans so i say go for it

eta: i regularly feel like i'm not doing a good job with the stuff i write so like, you're not alone but also sometimes it is just your own perception of your writing coming from spending so much time with it and being too close to it to really see it objectively

dang growing up with adults blasting linkin park and shit would've been amazing. and as far as whatever you were listening to then that you're embarrassed about, you've got no need to be with me. i still regularly listen to my teen obsessions (nsync, jonas brothers, miley cyrus, justin bieber, one direction etc.)

idk like i don't want to tell you how to feel but i've just found that it's a waste for me to be embarrassed about something that once brought or still brings me joy 🤷‍♀️

i love the chainsmokers man, they've had me hooked for a long time

and happy saint patrick's day to you, too!

i thought of some more recs and i'm gonna put most of them on the playlist but i had to share this one with you cause it's got some major alex vibes from stay lmao

[theirbbygirl]

AHHHH ITS HEREEEEEE

New year, new changes 😌

Soooo, here’s what’s going on:

- Nyx has a new look! I thought it was about time since we’ve been rockin the black/(off)white look for a long time hehe ☺️ im actually really liking this look since this shade of green is one of my faves

- All old works are getting rewritten! Which does mean the masterlist looks quite bare 😅 but that won’t be for long. I’m working on editing all (yes i mean all) of my old stories since they were messy and written when i was reaaaaally young 😂 New stories will be coming out in between the postings of the revamped old stories ☺️

- I have plans for a separate masterlist for nyx’s fic recs! Supporting the writing community is always a must and there are so many stories/blurbs that I read on this platform that are too good not to share, so look out for that as well!

That’s all for now, I hope y’all will enjoy the new and improved page hehehe ^^ As always, my inbox is open to chat, laugh, everything under the sun and moon :))

Happy New Year!! 🥳

[barcaavengers]

Letting Go || John Ambrose McClaren || Part 2

Note: Its hereeeeee! Was going to only do two parts but then saw the chance for some angst so here we go! Thank you all for your patience! Don't forget to leave some feedback and see if I post part three whiiiich I'm working on! Heads up to @noxceleste and @dreamingspark !

The weekend went awfully fast and you haven't spoken to John after your little stunt confessing your feelings and you weren't looking forward to seeing him at school. So you decided to skip a few days with an apparent headache and strong pains of your shark week, that's how you called your lady days. You didn't bother texting him either because you remember he was organizing the Belleview dance with Lara Jean. It was probably too overwhelming for him. He wasn't done processing that Lara Jean was dating Peter and you were already blurting out that you liked him. Go you, right?

Today was that ball and you were contemplating on going. He had invited you before the whole mess and he didn't take it back...but would it be worth it? What would you do? Be awkwardly there with a dress...Oh God, you had to wear a dress...Did you even want to? Did he want to see you now? Would it be too awkward between you two? Probably. Most definitely, but it would be worth it to either fix things or see how it goes...

You decide to go out and at least make an attempt to find a good dress, but nothing that screamed you tried too much. You weren't much of a dress up person and it would see way too off for you. Same for makeup, you used the least you could and that was how it was going to be when you got ready.

As you drive by the stores, you decide to stop at a small diner and find Peter sitting by himself sipping on a soda with some fries on the side.

"Hey" you wave awkwardly at him to get his attention.

"Oh, hey! Y/N, right?"

"That would be me" you nod your head with a smile. "Waiting for Lara Jean?"

"Nah, her and I…we…." you arch an eyebrow and he shakes his head, "its complicated."

"You wanna talk about it? It looks like its bugging you" you were doing it with the best intentions, not for any other reason. Peter seemed like an active person, and seeing him by himself in the diner and not expecting anyone seemed weird to you even when you only knew him for maybe three or four hours.

"It is" he says and looks up at you before gesturing to the chair before him. "I don't want to annoy you though. It might be awkward since we barely know each other."

"Yet we have a lot in common" you say and shrug. "You don't have to if you don't want to. It just looked like you needed a friend" you offer him a sincere smile and he smirks.

"That helpless I look?"

"Well, to my eyes you do, considering that the first and last time I saw you you were very talkative and smiley and now you are not. I was expecting some sass at first hand."

"Nah" he chuckles and slides his glass to the side. "It's just…I messed up with Lara Jean and I didn't know how to handle things," he explains. "Gen is my ex girlfriend and ever since I started dating Lara Jean she kept looking for me and I was hung over her for a while until I fell for Lara Jean" he continues and you eye him, confused. "Sorry, important detail, Covey and I started fake dating to get to Gen and her to avoid one of her old crushes and it turned...real after a few months."

"How romantic" you tease.

"So I left things clear with Gen, but Covey found out that I was waiting for Gen at this ski trip instead of her after we had a fight, and now she knows I went to see Gen recently but it wasn't for any bad reason. She is going through some things that I went through and Covey thinks I'm cheating on her and I am not."

"So I'm guessing that she found out about this all together, right?" He nods. "She is probably overwhelmed, you know? So many things being found out at once about something you were suspicious about is not easy to handle even if it happened a while back" you assure him.

"Yeah, I know….but then there is McClaren around. I figured that he likes her and she seems to be loving the idea of it…I mean, I'm not a good boyfriend, clearly, and McClaren seems to give her the kind of relationship she may want…"

"Wait, what?" You frown. "What do you mean he is giving her the relationship?" Has John Ambrose not noticed your disappearance from his life because he was together with Lara Jean?

"He wrote her letters, like the letter she wrote to him, I'm sure you know about that. Um, planning the whole dance, going to this place to do the service. It's like...They have more things in common and she likes that" this time he frowns. "She just seems so happy…"

"And you will just let her go on with it? She chose you first, she fell for you when she didn't, I think...she is just confused…" you admit to him. "Feelings don't go away just like that you know? Trust me." Ah yes, how you wished to forget feelings just like that.

"McClaren got you too?" He asks and you nod your head. "He is charming" you both chuckle.

"Not to be that person, but he is dreamy. He is what most girls would want, but for what I've seen and heard, Lara Jean is no typical girl."

"She is not. I would know" he says smiling and the two of you stay silent for a moment, looking or playing with your drinks.

"You should try to explain things to her, not let anyone else do it or things will get even more complicated" you shrug. "I would be mad but I would rather have that person to explain to me what exactly happened, rather than someone else."

"You are probably right," he says and stands up. "You coming?"

Your hues look up at him, "What?"

"You gave me the pep talk to go to Lara Jean, so let's go so you can talk to McClaren."

"I-I don't think it's a good idea" you pause. "Plus I haven't even gotten a dress. John asked me to go before everything happened..."

"If he has any feelings for you I'm sure that he won't care how you show up."

"Can I at least make myself decent?"

"Come on, come on" he goes behind your chair and pulls it back making you squeal. As you stand, he leaves the money on top of the table before you two walk out. "I'll meet you here in twenty minutes because I have no idea how to get there."

"Deal. Um, just in case get my number" you say and he pulls his phone out and types it. You both part your ways to later meet up.

You put together a small effort in your clothing. Yeah Peter was right but at least you wanted to look nice. Lara Jean would probably be flawless and you couldn't fight that but at least try. You could already feel your heart increasing its beat, you were getting nervous, unsure of what you would find but at least Peter would be there. With how he reacted after you talked him into speaking with Lara Jean, you could tell a friendship was growing there. He acted so different and the beam that surged through him when he realized it was not late only made you smile. Peter was like you in a way, and it was nice.

When you got to the diner, Peter was already there leaning against his car, looking through his phone. His free hand was stacked inside the pocket of his jacket, some sort of dark grey and wore a dark shirt underneath. You had your own long jacket as it was announced it would snow and you could feel it. The tip of your fingers were starting to feel funny which meant such weather. You had some decent black jeans and a simple blue shirt underneath. "Ready?"

"She doesn't like driving in the snow" Peter says randomly as he looks up at the sky, noticing the flurries falling.

"Who likes to drive in the snow?" You say with a smirk. "Come on" you change your shift from parking and start to drive off to Belleview.

Your teeth catch the inside of your cheek as you chew nervously on it as you drive, Peter's Jeep right behind you. A thought occurred to you then, what were you going to say to John Ambrose? Peter was going to apologize and explain, but what were you going to do? You had nothing. The ball was in his court now. The snow was falling heavy now as you made your way up the hill where Belleview was, you parked your car in the closest open spot and so did Peter.

"Damn it's cold" you shiver as you put your coat on, the change from the heat of your car to the outside had you like that, but it wasn't that cold.

"Where should we go? This place is huge" Peter says as he looks at the building. It honestly looked like a palace. A palace where Lara Jean and John Ambrose were probably dancing and giggling. Meanwhile, Peter and you were there to steal them from each other. Saying it like that? It sounded so selfish.

"Go to the entrance, I'll go on the back side" you say and he nods before you both split.

Your sneakers left the prints on the now covered snow as you walked. You liked these days, they were perfect to enjoy with great company. John Ambrose and you would meet at a park or at a house for snowball fights and angels. Childish as it was, it made John smile and you loved it. He had the most beautiful smile and laugh...

The songs you can hear clearly as you walk down the small hill that took you over to the back. It was where the people should be right? Unless it was all indoor as it probably is because of the snow. Your footsteps stop as you rethink it yet your hues focus on a particular thing that it made your heart stop for a moment.

There they were. Lara Jean throwing snowballs at John and him laughing. Just like he used to do with you. The same laugh, the same smile. Lara Jean looked gorgeous, the blue dress and her hair done made her look like a princess, you couldn't deny it. Maybe that's why John and Peter liked her. Then there was John, the white tuxedo too big for him but it matched him perfectly. It made him look like a prince. A princess and a prince having their dance...Your heart drops at the thought. Peter was right, they seemed to be perfect for each other. But what about you two? Weren't you two a match? What about all those years spent together? Not even a few weeks ago he was being this certain way with you...Did you take the signs in a completely different way? Was it all in your head?

You feel like you should look away, to move from the spot where you were currently hiding behind a wall, almost at the top of the stairs, yet you don't know why, you can't. Then it happens, John Ambrose spins her and they are chest to chest, so close. Their lips so close and you know what comes next, everyone knows, you should definitely look away, but you see it. Disappointment, betrayal, jealousy, sadness, anger, all the emotions merged into one as a lump formed on your throat. How many times have you thought about John's soft lips against yours? Now they were being shared with someone who just came into the picture again, because she wasn't there!

As you are about to turn on your heel, you hear it.

"I can't-I can't do this...I'm sorry…" you hear Lara Jean's voice and you turn around to find her walking away, leaving a boy with his heart breaking as she did. His gaze was fixed on the snow, probably processing what just happened. The perfect ending for the night just….gone. And you want to go to him. Hug him. Tell him it wasn't meant to be. Hell, even kiss him even if it would make matters worse probably. You hadn't noticed that your feet had gone two steps lower, now in full sight and when he lifts his gaze, your eyes widen. Left? Right? Up? Up is where your car is.

"Y/N?" He asks. You stand still for a few seconds, hoping that his mind tells him he is seeing visions, and then you turn on your heel, stumble on the stairs because of the tears shimmering in your eyes and run for the hills before he sees you all torn apart. "Y/N, wait!"

You stop once close to your car, what was the point? Confronting him or not, things will be awkward, he will be awkward, you will be awkward. Things would not be the same after this. You wipe a tear from your eye, take a deep breath to stop your voice from quivering when you speak and turn around, arms rising and dropping in defeat. "Surprise?" You shrug.

"What are you doing here?" He asks as he eyes you. Yeah, sorry to disappoint him for not looking like a girl pulled straight out of a love story.

"You invited me…"

"And you didn't talk to me for days. I thought you wouldn't come because of your shark days" he says gesturing with his hand at your body. Oh yeah, he was so understanding of those days.

"Shark week, and…Um- Yeah, I guess I was feeling much better and wanted to give you a surprise" you lift one shoulder and pause as you can feel the lump in your throat growing. "I came with Peter" you gesture to the Jeep. "He wanted to get Lara Jean back…"

"Kavinsky is here?" His eyebrows rose as his eyes widened.

"Yep...Talked him into talking with Lara Jean...Get her back…" You pause as you get a sudden urge… "I wanted to confront you about what happened the other day. I thought you had enough time to think, you know? Here I was thinking that you would realize the moments we shared and all and it would make you see and appreciate them…"

"Y/N, come on, I do appreciate those moments. You know that" he reaches for you but you dodge. If he touched you you were sure to break.

"Not how I wanted it" your lower lip quivers and you bite on it. "I guess that I- I just thought that our moments would top anything with someone who just got into your life and, gosh! I was so wrong" you laugh at how you should be sounding. Helpless. "I guess that I was the one who was surprised, huh?" You give him a sad smile.

"Y/N, come on. I can't lose you too. You are my best friend-"

"Do you think things will be normal between us? Because it won't. I know it for sure. I'm here blurting out my feelings which are not corresponded and you think I can look past this?" You scoff. "Maybe. Maybe in a few months but I have to see you everyday, Ambrose."

He remains silent, brown hues dropping and his jaw clenches. "I don't know what to say...Maybe now is not our time…"

"Is there even a time for us? Was there ever? Did you even consider it?" You ask in disbelief. "I mean, while that time comes, what? I'll have to see you with her, hear you talking about her?"

"She left! And if she is with Kavins-" he trails off and your features are sure to show your confusion, so you follow his eyes and see it. Peter and Lara Jean kissing. The nerve! She just kissed John Ambrose and now….that!?

You turn to look at John, who looks even more heartbroken now. "I guess you know that feeling now" you say and lick your lips, your posture fixes. "She chose the one who was there before you" your fingers slide to your coat pocket and pull your keys, pressing the beeper to open it.

"I- I thought-"

"I know…" you offer him a smile, after all, you had to sympathize because he was going through the same thing as you. "I know you thought everything would fall into place…" you open the door to your car. "I thought about it too." He turns to glance at you, he looks like a lost puppy. Damn it! You would do anything to cheer him up, but who would cheer you up? You won't be able to pretend everything is fine for so long until he is back to not thinking about her. "I'll see you around in school, Ambrose" you reach forward and press a soft kiss against his cheek, that side that if he moved you'd finally feel his lips against yours. Maybe you were expecting him to move. Selfish? Yes. As you pull, he only looks at you and you smile softly at him, not showing teeth, your lips together and just curving them enough to make it look like a smile.

As you start the car, Peter and Lara Jean walk besides each other linked by their hands to his car. John had started walking away. You were happy for Peter, at least things worked his way.

You arrive home and close the door of your bedroom and flop on your bed. Tears streamed down your cheeks as quiet sobs made you shudder and you closed your eyes. A ring from your phone getting you out of your thoughts for a moment. At first, you thought it would be Ambrose, but the person who it was surprised you.

Peter:Thanks for the pep talk. I saw you talking with McClaren, everything alright?

Me: You are very welcomed. Happy it worked out for you. (:

Me: Didn't go as I thought it would, but I guess time will tell.

Peter:Wow. I'm sorry to hear that.

Peter: McClaren is blind if he doesn't see you like that.

Me: You barely know me xD

Peter: You did say we were alike. So I know :P

Peter:I owe you one. When do we meet up? Lunch is on me and so is the therapy.

You can't help but giggle. There it was, a great friendship coming up.

Me:I'll let you know. I need some alone therapy before going to the outside world.

Peter:Got it. Totally. If you need to talk, while McClaren is gone, I'll be here. Night.

You smile and place your phone down and as you do, another message comes up. You think of something sassy to say to Peter if he was teasing but it wasn't him.

Ambrose: Can we please talk? When you are comfortable. I don't want to lose what we have.

Your lips purse.

Me:Okay.

And that's all you write for the night. Your head goes to many places while sleep catches you. Maybe in three days you will be able to talk to him, yet not forget everything. Yes, you will try your best to make it normal but, would it ever be? Probably not. Three days would do to talk, but the rest was unknown and it all depended on what happened then. Maybe in three days you could try to forget...

[inctlife]

🍳 eggyyyy here!

omg yes, spanish pastries? so good? gives me so many good memories 🥺

it's currently 1 pm here and i've rlly just been stressed bc of online school but at least it's a friday!!

also... i'm a 07 liner 😲 idk if i'm not supposed to be hereeeeee but as always i don't view nsfw stuff and i stay away from scary things so ofc, i'm safe! (oddly enough, i never put myself in the "y/n" perspective, i just like to think that y/n is a person.... just me?)

bref (anyways in french, i believe), qotd! what languages do you speak/wish to speak? i'm a korean living in the states so i'm fluent in korean and english, as well as spanish, french, portuguese, mandarin and japanese (in the order of most fluent to least fluent). sometimes my head hurts from all the different languages in my brain 😔

have an amazing day and MAKE SURE TO REST,

-🍳eggy anon, who currently has a concussion (fun ?? fact)

hello again eggy!!!!!! :D

(i actually said spinach pastries but i also have good memories with spanish pastries so yes 😙🤌)

online school is so stressful omg !! luckily in england we’re going back on the 8th of march,,,,,,, though i’m fucking terrified cause i haven’t done anything all term lmaooooo

it doesn’t matter if you’re an 07 liner!!!! anyone’s allowed on my blog!!!!!!! as i’ve said before, i’ve literally been writing fanfiction since 8-9?? and reading it since before that and so i think one thing i really want to do with my blogs is make sure that everyone’s welcome and not shame those who come here??? cause let’s be real,,, everyone fucking searched up fanfiction at some point🤠

i’ve always put myself in the y/n position but that’s cause i project onto fanfics😎

okay!!! aotd: i am fluent in english and semi-fluent in korean!!!! 자신 배웠어🤪 but heavy emphasis on semi-fluent LMAOOOO i am going to uni next year though to study korean!! do a year abroad in korea as well :D apart from that, though, i dont know any languages :(

and i am about to rest right now!!!!!! although this is being added to queue so probably won’t be uploaded until tomorrow but rn is 11:55pm on saturday night and i am going to have a great nights sleep

remember to drink water, eggy!! (hahaha caught you on your own game) and i hope your concussion’s okay!!!🤕

[tellywoodtrash]

shaadi mubarak 27 - 31.08.20

tried to make this short and sweet like i said i would, but my damn brain just won't fucking shut up while watching tellywood. toh yeh lo. almost poora lbs.

27.08.20

life mein kya chahiye, bas itna support aur laad jitna KT's whole family is barsaofying on this 40+ year old man.

oh and garmaaaaagarammmm moong dal kachoris.

oh ho his shaadi is seveeeeeeerely sore topic.

KT gaining lotsa SM clout with shayari he picked off the floor at some random shaadi he made a PR appearance at.

this man's whole life is a rampwalk, huh.

preeti talking about her DIY'd dresser is the most animated i've ever seen her.

lol preeti running to hide when she sees someone she knows will talk to her #relatable

awwww man preeti getting validationnnnnn about her poetry.

OMG I HATE THIS DUMBASS MUSKURANE KE LIYE ROKDA NAHI THOPDA LAGTA HAIIIIII LINE

"meriiiiiiiii sharmeeeli fannnn" haaaaye, cuteeee.

tarun and rati have made an appearance and thus is it time to fwd liberallllllly.

YESSSSSSSSSSSS IM HEREEEEE FOR PREETI TELLING TURN TO FUCKKKKKK RIGHT OFFFFFFFFF AND STAY IN HIS LIMITS

i hate rati too, but i hate her a little less than tarun.

YESSSSSSSSSSS KUSUMMMMMMMMMM IS HEREEEEEE.

lol her fangirling over KT's dimples is such a mood.

"nihaar hi toh rahi hoon, kaunsa ghar chod ke bhaag rahi hoon inke saath?" snort i honestly love her the mosttttttttt.

sumedhhhhhh is also cutest. good son, good husband.

"beendini, thari maa itni nazdeek reh-re, ki cheenkte wahaan hai, cheetein yahaan padti hain" HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA

kusummmmm is a hardassss but totallllly adorable mom. i'm so glad juhi and her get along.

ouff mother india and her tarun ki khushi. so wasted.

lol KT's khaaai ka depth is getting deeper with each retelling.

preeeeti, why so adorable.

"signal toh humara hamesha green hi rehta hai!" THIS INCORRIGIBLE MANNNNNNNNNNNN

oh man, every time iktara plays, my heart gets the feelz.

28.08.20

lmaooooooo kusum is coming at the same time as KT.

WHY DOES THIS MAN TALK LIKE A WHATSAPP FORWARD FROM THE GERIATRICS IN THE FAMILY

lmaoooooooooo pooooor preeeti and the desperation on her face trying to get rid of himmmmm.

OMG THE STATUE MOMENTTTTTTT. MY HEART!!!!!!!

good lord he's literally such a maan na maan, main tera mehmaan.  

hahahahaha the kali mirch on his photo.

I AM LITERALLY PREEETI, HE TALKS TOOO FUCKING MUCH. BAS BHI KARO BHAISAAB. NO ONE CARES ABOUT YOUR FITNESS REGIMEN HERE.

OHNOE KUSUM IS HEREEEEEEEEEE

fwding all this rati tarun chanda crap.

KT and his ainvayiiiiiiii ke assumptions.

gosh such bad green screening of kusum and the neighbourhood.

OH GOD THIS ROKDA THOPDA LINEEEEEEE

WILLLLLLLLL KUSUM AND KT MEEEEET?!?!?!!?

phew.

ugh why does preeti have to touch her feeeeeeet every timeee?!?!?! it sucksssssss.

I LOVE KUSUM. SHE'S SO NO NONSENSE!!!!!!!! SHE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT THOSE FUCKHEADS HAVE PREETI HERE FOR.

die in a fire, tarun.

blah blah fwding all the chori waala drama.

29.08.20

i think i should just skip this whole ep.

ok just skimming.

juhi Knows. juhi is best beti.

ugh tarun i hate you so much.

this doesn't look like a luxury car to me? and it's def not an SUV.

ok blah blah fwding.

fully relate to KT's current breakdown. THE BIGGEST LIE IN THE WORLD IS THAT YOU STOP GETTING ACNE AFTER PUBERTY. FUCK ADULT ACNE, WHICH HAS BEEN CREATED BY THE DEVIL HIMSELF.

coffee aur honey nahi, tea tree ya neem lagao.

i hope this mom of KT's is gonna be nice to preeti.

blah blah blah fwding these assholes' drama.  

skimming, and honestly, the fact that rati looks more contrite than tarun!?!?!? i want to murder him so fucking bad, it's not even funny.

MAN WHERE CAN I GET A FAMILY THAT HYPES ME UP THE WAY KT'S DOES HIM?????? NO WONDER HIS CONFIDENCE IS AT 300% ALL THE TIME.

KT is so pure. sniff. please god star plus, you've ruined every single male lead over the last few years for me, please can i just have him?!?!?! PLEASE I'M FUCKING BEGGING OVER HERE.

oh no naach gaana, fwding.

what's the fucking deal with his marriage anyway?!?!?! biwi bhaag gayi ya.... MARR GAYI??!! like.... WHAT'S THE WHOLE MYSTERY?! I DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY FOR A WHOLE OTHER RAIMA KINDA THING NOW. NOT IN THIS FUCKING YEAR OF 2020, WHERE EVERYTHING IS ALREADY TOO MUCH.

back to fucking tarun and his garbage. fwding.

thank goddddddd, juhi's here. she's a personification of "kaleje ki thandak".

btw, what's juhi's profession?

juhi is purestttttttttt. human sunshine! (quite literally, in this outfittttt.)

oh ho, ainvayi ka dupatta misunderstanding.

LMAOOOOOOOO THIS FUCKING OVERDRAMATIC FUCKER.

yeh lo ji, pehlaaaaa lift bhi ho gaya show ka.

31.08.20

the subtitle people need to decide the spelling of preeti's name once and for all. all of last ep it was "priti".

ugh tarun and rati are back.

lol kusum grumbling about juhi being a working woman.

what's up with priyanka? why's she forever grumpy?

lmao kusum is literally every desi mom - LAD MARO SAAARE!!!!! (helpfully providing the weapons also.)

thankfully sumedh is here to save the day.

arre waaaaah. gold frameeeee mein chadhwa diya bete ne photu ko.

wasn't KT in the center in the pic? why's kusum in the middle now?

sumedh foreshadowing the preeti/kusum brotp!

hahahahahahahaha kusum coveringgggg preeti up with the wall hanging.

ugh don't wanna watch this KT scene if it's with tarun/rati.

oh ho KT. such ainvayi ke assumptions.

oh boy, juhi has walked in hearing the suicide allegation.

god KT just leaveeeeee instead of stirring the pottttttt.

yessss, juhi is taking tarun's class.

YES ALL OF IT IS COMING OUT. TARUN KI KHAIR NAHI. JUHI GONNA STRAIGHT UP SHANK HIM IN THE FACE.

ok if juhi doesn't do it, i swear to god, imma ghusofy into the screen and do it. i don't think i've hated a character as much as i hate tarun.

beta ho toh sumedh jaisa ho, warna na ho.

TARUN FUCKING DESERVES TO BE THROWN INTO AN ACTIVE VOLCANO. MY GOD WHAT A PIECE OF SHIT.

god preeti, drop this fucking flop. he's a sunken cost.

YES PLEASE PREETI, FUCKING LEAVE.

sumedh has finally had enough. good. wish he'd headbutted tarun on the way out tho.

oh dang, juhi might still do it. she's the real warrior in that couple.

RATI KO AYAAH KI PADI HAI. SERIOUSLY.

kusum + sumedh had a wholeasssss conversation aankhon aankhon mein.

LMAO WHAT A WEIRD MOMENT TO FOCUS ON THAT PIC WITH KT IN THE BG.

ok aaj aur kal ka lb kal post karoongi (coz i don't want a whole new month's lb mixed up in the previous one's.) chalo byeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

[elanska]

Miss not so sidekick - chapter 91

Latte, who we highly suspect also having penchant for violence, thinking inwardly how cutesy and adorbsy the inhabitants of the scary looming black tower were.

Yes, she was seeing blue beating red and thinking it's cutesy. Maybe she's being affected by murderous bunny and his tower's conduct (as it certainly not befitting a lady) (meanwhile our standard reaction is screaming MAGE FIGHT! MAGE FIGHT! but we're not a noble lady)

anyway, Latte noted that the tower inhabitants seemingly young. Combined with the trivia that tower is a place where only the most talented magicians can reside (I'm actually kinda interested to see what will the test to get inside the tower and became its resident be), there seems many young mage geniuses (but bunny is still #1! yeah, errr...so is his childishness as well)

anyway, blue quickly encroached Latte's personal space (again, we see his master's influence there) and *very* formally introduce himself as bluntbob (we're gonna let him keep his name, because, not gonna lie, we don't know many haircuts enough to make a joke)

meanwhile Red goes, "tf u so polite for?" but bluebob (oops sorry, old  habit dies hard) bluntbob remind him that this creature is the master's guest (a RARE creature! ....what, does they suspect her to be dragon-in-disguise or something? that can shoot laser from her eyes?) (oy, what are you thinking about bunny?) (well, if he's interested in something, it can't be good...I meant it must be something unique, right?)

Red, I meant Veryred (not gonna lie #2, it seems the author also didn't have many knowledge about haircut either. Meanwhile, I was very sure that haircut is standard-short-waxy/wavy-cut-with-bangs-on-the-side, but veryred sounds perfect) introduce himself with a wink and teehee - which offend bob's aesthetics somehow and went for a strangle (CHOKEHOLD! CHOKEHOLD!) and both bickering about their preferences of nickname for Latte. my, how childish these two kids are. how immature. heh heh.

(...............) (....what?) (..nothing. just glad you're over that) (? we're not gonna saying how idiot she was last week?) (woah! wouldn't you look at that, psychopath division? what a cute kitty!) (*RUNS OFF*)

AAAAND OUR FAVORITE BUNNY IS HEREEEEEE!!! and send his own crazy underlings with just a mere sentence! damn, like a boss! wait, he's the boss. and not to mention that he's actually the most pyschopath here. A...Anyway, Latte thinking that Arwin's tyrannical presence can instantly scatter the persistent red & bob duo like somebody blewing the dandelion seeds to the remotest edge of a country - and that's a very cute imagery (okay Latte, there's something wrong with you. The smiling dandelion pic is cute tho).

Arwin, the CONFIDENT man who sees female lead Ibelin singing on stage and very matter-of-factly claim 'I'm Prettier." lean close and ask if Latte referring ('that's cute') comment to him. Latte is, hey how on earth are you cute (btw, in case you forgot, she thinks that monster are cuter than him. but don’t worry bunny, you already have your ‘prettiest’ and ‘op as fuck’ throne) so Latte said that comments is referring to her. and Arwin is like 'oho? you're cute?' and Latte is 'Yes, yes, I'm so so very cute, watch my lethal wink beam of cutesyness'  (and we thought to ourselves how veryred would tearfully relinquish his cutest-in-tower throne once Latte reside here. Sorry, red, you just didn't have the chance).

Alas, Latte forgot who her opponent is! As the master of the tower of magic, of course, Arwin will be immune even to deadliest charm spell ever was. Too bad, but don't be sad Latte, it's not your fault, it's just bunny that's abnormal, that's all, feel free to beam us again with your lethal charm spell! (.......are we serious?) (what? you want us to chant SPELLFIGHT! SPELLFIGHT! instead?) (hey, actually, don't you think charm spell fighting between Latte and Arwin will be a interesting?) (yeah, but Latte is not a magician) (and she'll lose once Arwin like, leaned *real* close to her face, no mp need to be involved)

Arwin also asking if Latte is sane (hey! that's rich, coming from you bunny!) (but wait, seriously. Latte just saying something about lethal in front of the tower lord, it could be perceived as threat right? uh? maybe? I didn't know what psychopaths thinks *looking around to check pyschopath division* ('well, hell~o there kitty *low whistle and then start serenading in garbled italian while kitty looks in disgust*) (....forget it, we don't know that shameful creature *nod nod* okay, let's just move on)

anyway, psychopath bunny half-joking (or maybe not, we can't tell) that being in those fools presence seemingly making Latte even crazier and should he *takes care* of them? and by *takes care* he meant kill, as in outrightly says it, because he's the master of magic tower and didn't give a fuck about police.

Latte, though not really right in the head herself (sometimes) but definitely know which one of them is crazier and immediately call it! and also immediately shutting herself up, because reminding a psychopath that he's a psychopath is never a good move. Fortunately (or unfortunately for those who still want a date chapter) in-walked another third wheel-Arobrock.

/by the way, just a quick review on dis pair progress: + Arwin no longer attempt to get into Latte's face (learned the safe distance) + Latte, no longer defer herself as court clown (must appease the sireeeee, if wanna liveeee). She can be the clown at her own pace now, tyvm. (well, she got that super rare 'won't kill you' card) //

Anyway, Arobrock mentioning his surprise that Arwin back so early since he's usually spending his sweet, sweet time pummeling the irritation, so why? Arwin is like, "eh, I feel like it" *steal glance to Latte*

Arwin-Arobrock freely talking about their threatening other country so casually. And the conversation so casually devolves into murder plan. Particularly Arwin mentioned that since he had give the koi country a nice reminder ('I let you go this time with compensation money, but next time, your head will flies off’) - so if the kois still dare to came next time, Arobrock should just kill them by himself *If we’re in gangster movies, this must be where the FBI wiretapper pumps out their fist and shout in joy that they got the murder plan confession on tape or something*

By the way, just for recap: Two kois came to the tower with their guards and wrecking about. The tower owner returned, extremely displeased and delivered them back with a warning and demand for reparation. If we thought Tower as independent nation, it'll be like, Vatican? it's small, and located within another country, but have their own government. To fucking attack it  = declaring war on another country = reparation needed. Honestly, why does princes keep making mistakes like this, do they think Tower as some kind of cheap bar where they can flaunt 'don't you know who I am? I'm a prince!" *gets slapped and then the owner morph to a dragon who breathes fire/pummeling the king or whomever it is until they agree to give compensation*

BTW, why the wizards seemingly like money? well, since they only have small land (only the tower and its surrounding?) they probably didn't have any resources except their wizardly selves (and various magical objects/potions/artifacts they make). It's not like they can tax all the wizards in the world......? actually, that would be....no no no, it's still hard to do, magicians are spread far and wide all across the continents (they're too snobbish to get along together in same place?) but since they're magicians, they are UNDER the tower's administration and jurisdiction. So theoritically, if the Tower Lord issuing command that all magicians gets into war with country A, they must serve? Well, *theoritically* but since magicians are prideful snobbish bunch, they might get 'huuuh? never heard you before in my life and now you told me to kneel and heel? want to taste my fireball?'-> which I think this is why the Tower Lord's seat is only for the strongest - so if it comes to it, the tower lord can just burn that rogue mage with his *stronger* fireball and carry on the plan without any more hitch. see Arwin's laughing face as the tower cower in fear here? It make a good motivational reminder poster.

............but it's kinda makes a question why does the Tower just let the koi princes makes a mess in the first place. and Arobrock just answers that with a money sign.

[seekingthestars]

sarah watches the untamed: liveblogging adventures, part twenty one episdoes 37, 38, + 39

(aka: backstory time is sad, but sizhui is the bestest boy)

alright well let’s go see what’s up in the creepy house full of giant creepy dolls, shall we?

episode 37:

wwx looking straight at jin ling when he says “we should BEHAVE OURSELVES” XDDD

sizhui literally LEAPING at the chance to help wwx, could he BE any more precious???? ;A;

“Young Mistress Jin” HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

sizhui my smart lil angel 💞

the uhhh falling cat corpse made me jump a lil bit but also what the devil is going on hereeeeee

jingyi with rice on his cheek hahahaha

all these poor kids with the Super Spice Cure XD i would die, i can’t handle hot spice at all

who is thiiiiiiiiis

oh my god okay the face at the door with the blood dripping out of the mouth ohhhh boyy okay, my cat’s sitting next to me and she jumped when i did, at least we’re in this together, riley XD

ALSO POOR SIZHUI we also got spooked together

sizhui looking so proud when praised :’D

I’M LAUGHING, THESE DUMBS:

that was very impressive and very attractive wwx

XINGCHEN

“probably hundreds!” there were like twenty puppets out there lol

song lan is a puppet???? also where the heck did wwx pull that flute out from dang

WHO KEEPS PUTTING THINGS IN PEOPLE’S SKULLS OMG STOP THAT 

sizhui being the bestest possible boy, look at him doing such a good job 😭💞 

oh SHIT

xingchen what is happening omg

SIZHUI BEING LITERALLY THE BESTEST POSSIBLE BOY “i’m not scared!” and “you’re so much like hanguang jun” with the SOFT SMILES ugh i love him

“I do not know either. But it just feels familiar. It is as though if one of them is present, I won’t need to be scared or worried about anything.” THE DYING ANIMAL WHIMPER THAT CAME OUT OF MY MOUTH OH MY GOD THIS LITERAL ANGEL CHILD

WAIT IT WAS XUE YANG? in a creepily realistic mask?!

xue yang is insane omg

WEN NING, MY OTHER ANGEL

Wangji just flying in majestically right on time, as usual, bless him

Jingyi looks like he’s having the time of his life watching the Song Lan/Wen Ning fight XD

wuxian pouting bc wangji/wen ning have their respective fights under control and then looking at the kids and being like “oh I’ll be needed there!!! :D” fjeiowafjawe 

omg ACTUAL xiao xingchen ;AAAAAAAAA;

episode 38:

sizhui is just like “i will take literally any chance presented to me to help out LET ME HELPPP” 

xingchen, what happened to you bb ;;;;;;

okay the bleeding on his bandages got way worse between the town and this scene in the woods ;n;

A PERSON?

wait person is xue yang????

okay what the heck is going on, xue yang what are you up to, did...did he make xingchen kill everyone..... ;;

well i mean that’s one way to get your vegetables o.o

THREE YEARS later? they hung out with xue yang for three years??? also hiii song lan

“He looks pretty nice.” LOLOLOLOL the best answer to “what does he look like” XD

wait wait wait hold on a sec, xingchen gave his eyes to song lan? that’s why he’s blind?? did they say this before and i just forgot but either way oh dang

xue yang! you little butthead! amulet! no! ;n;

OH MY GOD SONG LAN :((((

OH MY GOD AGAIN XUE YANG DID THAT SO XINGCHEN WOULD FLY OUT TO THE “RESCUE” AND STAB SONG LAN NOOOOO

no no no no :((((((((

fierce, determined wwx is very hot but i feel so bad for xingchen :((((((((

also wen ning is a badass

episode 39:

xue yang coming in and out of the fog everywhere is very inconvenient

wen ning is a BADASS

ohhhh wangji got him!

WAIT DID HIS ENTIRE ARM JUST GET CUT OFF

mask dude is back who is mask dude

xue yang almost had me feeling a teeny bit sorry for him with the story about how his fingers got completely crushed but then he started talking about how 50 lives weren’t even close to being worth one of his fingers and he lost me again

the entire scene when xingchen finds out what xue yang’s been doing ;;;;;;;;;; and then slices his own neck ;;;;;;;;;;; xingchen i’m so sad ;;;;;;;;;;;

jingyi crying at this funeral ;; he is a good boy too

song lan making me emotional saying he’ll roam the world with frostwork to exorcise evil with xingchen ;A;

POOR XINGCHEN DIDN’T DESERVE THIS :(

ohhh something spooky is under the coffin

wait the sword wait is that wait what wait come back here–

the lanterns are pretty!!!! fishes!

JIN LING JUST DID THE EXACT SAME SLEEVE SWISH AS ZIXUAN :’D

sizhui my sweet lil angel being a cutie (◡‿◡✿)

aww he bought the toy!

hold the gosh dang frickedy frack up what was with this half a second itty bitty flashback thing this show is toying with me 

LANTERN WITH BUNS

wuxian seeing the little kid and calling out for yuan ;~;

WUXIAN SMILE, WANGJI TINIEST BABY SMILE, MY HEARTTTTTTTT

HI XICHEN I’VE MISSED YOU also that is a nice outfit you have, you look spectacular as per usual

IT WAS BIG BROTHER NIE, I THOUGHT IT WAS HIS SWORD

sizhui being all “the person of demonic cultivation may not use the power to do evil!” he is truly 1000% the bestest boy

Xichen dropping that “Master Wei” bomb and wwx’s eyes tripling in size omg XD 

aaand guess it’s time for me to go to bed like an adult who has work in the morning bc i AM an adult who has work in the morning but i wanna watch more ;~; tomorrow!!!!!!!!!!!

[hollyhomburg]

Don’t Care If It Hurts: Pt. 8

(DOG HYBRID! + GAURD DOG!JIMIN X READER) (FT.OLDERBROTHER! + MAFIA BOSS!NAMJOON)

PART 1  PART 2 PART 3 PART 4 PART 5 PART 6 PART 7  PART 8 PART 9

Summary: After a rival gang makes an attempt on your life, Your older brother, the infamous leader of Seoul’s largest gang; Kim Namjoon gets you a guard hybrid; Park Jimin, The reigning champion of Seoul’s underground hybrid fighting ring.

Pairing: Jimin x Reader, mentions of Hoseok x Reader. Namjoon x Seokjin

Tags: blood, gore, SMUT, cumplay, praise kink, oral, overstimulation, shower sex, multiple rounds. kidnapping, guns, 

Word count: 9.8k

Authors note: ITSSSSS FINALLY HEREEEEEE, I know you guys have been waiting for this one a long time so I won't let it go any longer. thank you so much for all your positive feedback! this chapter was a difficult one to write- mostly because I don't write smut often. But anyways enjoy!!!!! please give this love- i worked realy hard on it for you <3

Song rec: take you down - chris brown, get you by daniel Ceaser, fetish - Selena Gomez 

You were under house arrest. You tried to be understanding most of the time. Namjoon himself had relayed the threat that the head of the Red X’s had conveyed; that if they got their hands on you- they would likely not return you alive.

How could you blame him for being protective of you when it came from a place of love? You should feel glad to have even one day of freedom at all. But somehow knowing you can’t leave the compound makes you even antsier than usual. You hate sitting there on your couch, or even working out in the work out room (one of Jimin’s suggestions on the 5th day when you almost decided to take a jailbreak). 

You hate not being able to help, especially when you know that outside- even in the main building you know that the entire gang is preparing for war. You had gone out there only once, looking for Namjoon after you’d woken up and found no note on your door, or evidence that he’d come home last night. 

Thought you’re as familiar with the building as you are with your own house.  You didn’t manage to find him before Yoongi found you. he scolded you,  and asked why you didn’t bring Jimin with you, and most importantly why you were venturing in here. it’s not like its forbidding, but you know that it’s a little strange to have you here next to piles of guns and contraband. Even now that you’re an adult the older boys still try to conceal the worst parts of the gangs activates from you. 

Yoongi had sent you back to the house- saying that he’ll send over Jungkook later to play some video games with you and Jimin (who had still been blissfully asleep when you left that morning). 

Jimin had been tugging on his jacket- forgetting his shoes when you walked into the front door. Politely escorted by a group of no less than 5 gang members. His annoyance clearly written on his face.

“Would it kill you to at least leave a note- you could have woken me and I would have gone with you…” he had chastised you later while the two of you had been making breakfast. Someone had brought of groceries so that you were less tempted to go out for food. Your hand had lingered on his shoulder, as he fried bacon in a pan. And you had let yourself lean into him for a moment, resting your head on his shoulder. 

“I just wanted to see him Jimin- I didn’t think it would be a big deal.” His shoulder relaxed under your touch. One of his hands brushed against the top of your head, feather light and barely there. Recently affections were more commonplace. It’s been too easy to let yourself depend on Jimin the past few days. Easier even to seek out affection from him in the absence of company your brother. 

There is some small part of you that will always wonder which part of your relationship- your friendship is due to the master/hybrid dynamic that was at its foundation. But it doesn’t seem that way most of the time, especially since Namjoon’s been treating him as more of a member of the inner circle since he saved you at the gala. You always relax when he initiates affection. Which is as often as you do.

You’ve never felt like this with anyone before, it’s not that you love the affection that Jimin gives you- though you do. It feels so nice to be touched and held and protected the way that he cares for you. But its almost like something clicks into place when he’s next to you. Like when he’s next to you it doesn’t matter that the war outside is taking victims- as long as the two of you and your family make it out alive everything will be alright. 

There have already been casualties. 

Three since the gala, two of them low-level gangsters that you only knew in passing, and another one that you’d known by name from your father's reign. The first two had been the victim of a drive-by shooting. The third murdered on his way to a safe house. 

Namjoon had been irate. Jin had to be called in to stop him from rolling right up to Chanyeol’s uncle's house and taking care of him. But it was unlikely that Chanyeol or any of his inner circles would be there. In fact, since being released on bail- no one, not the police or even Taehyung’s informants had heard hide nor hair of him. Their first offensive move had sent them reeling for the first few days.

The two murders had sent a message back- that Bangtan couldn’t hide from the red X’s. It seemed increasingly more likely that this would lead to a head to head battle between the two. And that would mean dead bodies, and a lot of them soon. 

No one could blame you for feeling antsy- wanting to get out of the house and see your family when you knew how in danger they were. You hated not being able to do anything. Not being able to help at all. After the morning that you strayed, Namjoon had called you, assuring you that he’d sleep soon. Reminding you that every moment they had to plan now was essential for the bloodbath that was to come.

 You’d begged him to let you help plan something but Namjoon was relentless; stating again and again that he needed you safe to have a clear head. He hadn’t listened even when He’d come back the next morning to have coffee with you.  he’d left soon after much to your dismay. 

Jimin had tried to distract you as best he could from the anxiety gnawing at you. Suggesting that you spend time in the work out room with him to work off some of your pent-up energy. You’d already tore through drama after drama on your couch. Sometimes talking sometimes not. Sometimes just happy to have his warmth by your side or his heavy head on your lap. 

Then the word comes in from Namjoon, you could spend one day outside of the compound- provided it was somewhere well populated and you were home far before nightfall. Then it was just a question of what you would do with that time. You spent a few hours with Jimin trying to find something that would state your desire to leave- since it seemed like it would be the last time you would be let out for a while. 

You feel a little like Cinderella, only instead of having your carriage turning back into a pumpkin at midnight, It feels like the consequences are more along the lines of Alice and the red queen chopping off your head. 

Eventually, a traveling show of French artwork at the national museum draws your eye. And after Jin acquires a set of floor plans and you run it by Namjoon. He agrees begrudgingly to let you go on a Saturday morning when it will be at it’s most crowded. Having Jin drop you off and pick you up after a few hours. Apparently, it coordinated well with some other business he had in that part of the city anyway. 

The day arrives; you try to muster yourself up to be as excited as usual. This felt too much like the last hurrah and even Seokjin can tell that your spirits are less than high. Seokjin’s eyes the follow you for every moment in the back of the car, tracking your falling smile every time you turn away from the light conversation. You scamper out of the car as soon as Jin’s car begins to slow down breathing in the fresh air. 

Jimin calls after you as you continue to trot up the steps, your light blue dress swishing around your hips.  “what’s gotten into you today” he asks as he finally snags your wrist in his. He’s wearing a white button-down today and a pair of sensible light blue slacks. You suppose you probably look like any other couple if it wasn’t for his ears poking out of the side of his head. You slow down as you get near the ticket booth.

“I just…” you trail off, your eyes hopping too and fro in the river of school children and the elderly that seem just as excited to look at art as you are. It seems impossible that out of everyone here any of them could be connected to the red X’s. But you still feel that jump in your pulse whenever someone’s eyes fall on yours. 

The paranoia could kill this day, and you don’t want to let it, you’re going to try to let it go for Jimin's sake and yours. “I’m just excited to see some of the artwork.” You say, forcing a smile in Jimin's direction. 

His thumb stutters along your palm. You look particularly like a masterpiece today, with the way that the simple dress hugs your hip and your hair which brushes against your collar bones, Jimin finds himself reaching out to brush it behind your ear, and as always when your eyes flicker up to his it makes his heart light up, especially when you smile- your first real smile of the day. 

The galleries are calm and quiet, the only sound the noisy clack of a woman’s heals. The light is low with the tangle of hallways and walls meant to maximize hanging space and confusing corners. As your paces slow to a gentle meander from painting to painting Jimin finds himself drawn to your wide-eyed, gentle lipped expression as often as he is to the paintings. He links his arm with yours as you move onto the exhibit that you really wanted to see; the French artwork.

“When I was little.” You say in a hushed voice as if you’ll disturb the picture of the sleeping woman in front of you. “Namjoon would take me to galleries all the time; he used to tell me that he’d let me fill his house with paintings when he was older because I had much better taste than him.” 

“And did you? Or have you yet?” 

“No” you giggle after a moment, “mostly because we haven’t gone together to look at art in a while, and we already have enough in our house, but If I did I think I’d put something like this in our house” you say as you move on to the next painting “I love their use of colors.” 

In truth, Jimin loves the painting too- though its colors are melancholy blues and purples, with only little splotches of color for the sun, “I don’t know a lot about art.” Jimin says, his hands in his pockets “but doesn’t it make you feel sad?” 

“Of course.” You say with eyes far away. And Jimin knows that you’re thinking about something even more far away then the painting of the French countryside. “The same way it makes me feel sad about things that might not happen.” Jimin gives you a small smile. 

“Don’t let Hoseok hear you say that.” Jimin grins. The other night Hoseok and Jungkook had come over for dinner with Taehyung and the 5 of them, minus Namjoon. Had played cards over a bottle of whiskey. Taehyung and Hoseok had gotten into a philosophical discussion about worry and hope that had made Jimin’s head spin. It had only ended with Jungkook had lurched forward falling asleep for a moment and almost landing face first into his drink. The ensuing roast of the maknae was enough to get them off the topic.  You smile back at him. 

“He would hate it if he knew I had lost hope.”

“So that’s what’s gotten into you today,” Jimin says, “you’ve lost hope that your brother can win.” You look away, feeling the heaviness that settles on you again. 

“I’ve just lost hope that this will end in the way I want it too.” You say quietly, “come on lets sit” you say to Jimin, prompting him to sit by a window so that you can look at a sculpture and at the city skyline, you’re viewing a lot of buildings from the back, and you can make out graffiti eyes, silhouettes, and tags that overlay each other in a natural collage. The city’s own kind of art gallery. 

“I know what you’re thinking.” Jimin says suddenly, “but you don’t have to feel hopeless, sometimes it’s just as bad to think that the worst is going to happen than to think that everything is going to be alright,”

“You sound like Hoseok.” You smile up at Jimin. And he swallows back. the two of you are so wrapped up in each other that neither of you notices the careful footsteps creeping up behind you slowly.  

“I don’t know- I’d hope for the worst especially if it meant that my brother was stupid enough to put me on the chopping block- might be a quicker death,” a foreign voice says behind you, you and Jimin turn. The black-haired man with the foxlike smile is vaguely familiar- but you're sure you couldn't have seen him more than once.

Jimin stands in a heartbeat, “And who the fuck are you?” you take one moment to take in the area, your bench is out of sight from the main gallery, no cameras- it’s too secluded to be safe. 

“Someone who just got lucky I guess,” he says as he reaches inside of his suit jacket. Jimin is on him in an instant, vaulting over the bench and punching him across the face, though you can already see the hard outline of the gun through the man's suit jacket. 

The man pulls it out of his suit jacket It goes off once as Jimin tries to wrestle it away from the man, but with the silencer, it barely makes a pop. Jimin knocks it out of his hand as he punches him in the face again, a splatter of blood hitting your face from the gangster’s mouth.  The gun clatters across the floor and you scramble for it. Blood splatters against the white gallery walls as Jimin punches him again and you get the gun.  It feels cold and too large in your hands, heavy as you point it at the man's head. 

Jimin looks absolutely murderous at the man, as he dispenses hit after hit onto his face, and it sends a chill you’re your spine.  “How lousy- didn’t your master warn you?” Jimin taunts, the man tries to wrestle out of Jimin’s hold, but the years of fighting have made Jimin lean and incomparable in a fight as he sends fist after fist into the mans face, punctuating each word with another blow. 

“If- you- plan- to- kill- us, you- better- get- it- right- the- first- try.”  The man's head hits the floor but Jimin just picks him up again, shoving him up against the wall, “Because if you don’t, I’m coming after you.” 

You’re surprised that he even has a face left to smile up at Jimin, spitting blood in his face but it doesn’t even make Jimin flinch. “I’m not the one with a master you half-breed.” 

“Don’t call him a half breed!” you shout, pressing the shaking gun to his temple. But the gangster just laughs in your face.

“Did Namjoon never teach you how to hold a gun sweetheart?” he mocks, but you steal yourself, aiming into the wall right next to his head and pulling the trigger trying not to flinch as you feel the gun release. The blood drains out of his face. 

“You treated him didn’t you, you’re the doctor from the hospital,” Dr. Xiumen smiles, his bloody teeth and split lip making it look more grotesque. 

“At least you’re smarter than your brother,” 

“How long have you been following us?” you ask, pressing the hot gun against his cheek, making him flinch, at the same moment another person walks around the side. A pedestrian, an old lady who flinches back when you and Jimin turn to her ready to fight. her eyes have snagged on the gun in your hands as she stutters out an “excuse me” as her eyes fall on the bloody man before she turns around and runs. 

But it’s already too late- you know you’ve already been made, Jimin gives several punches to his head for good measure before he lets Dr. Xiumen fall to the ground unconscious. He grabs your arm.

“We have to go now!”  Jimin says, but panic has already broken out, you cant hide the blood on his hands as you take off towards the stairwell. Jimin pauses for a second before he pulls the fire alarm. the ringing bells almost defining as everyone empties out of the art museum. 

The gun gets hastily shoved into your purse after you put the safety on. Jimin presses the panic button on his wrist tracker and pulls you along through the thrum of panicked people leaving the museum. somewhere a child cries for his mother, though they’re in no real danger. Jimin pulls you up by your hand even when you stumble- his hand vicelike around yours.  Seokjin is already waiting by the exit unblocked by the time you make it outside the museum. 

“What the hell happened y/n” he yells as he peals out of the parking lot, narrowly avoiding crashing into a fire truck. 

“We ran into the red X’s” 

“How many where there?” 

“Only one- I think it was just an accident, he might have seen us and followed us in or something.”

“Are you alright.” Is Seokjin’s next question as he navigates carefully onto the highway, already the sound of emergency vehicles is ebbing into the distance. But every cop car that flashes by makes you flinch. Seokjin makes every effort to keep going the speed limit.

“I’m alright, a little shaken but alright.” You steady your hands by gripping the seat in front of you. “He’s still there you should probably send Hoseok in after us he could have information-” 

“He’s already on it,” Seokjin says, letting out a pent-up breath. “All Namjoon wants me to do is get you home right now.”

“Where is my brother?” 

“He’s on business-“ 

“The least you could do is tell me Seokjin.”

 He starts to shake his head, “Namjoon doesn’t want me to worry you.” 

“Cut the crap Seokjin- you know-”

“No- I don’t actually, and no I don’t owe you information, especially when you go and do things that put you blatantly in danger y/n.” 

“I need to feel free Seokjin,” you say in a small voice. 

“And Namjoon needs you safe but I don’t see either of you getting what you want.” Seokjin retorts as you turn into the compound, he parks the car in front of your house and before either of you can reply Seokjin’s phone rings, “it’s your brother- I’ll meet you inside- just go.” 

You and Jimin quickly change out of your bloodstained museum clothes, you change into a pair of pink satin shorts and a black sweatshirt and Jimin into a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt.  

You find Seokjin in the main lobby, passing him quietly still on the phone with what sounds like Hoseok. Before you both retreat to the kitchen to wait for him. It only takes a few moments for him to finish up the call. 

“It seems like he escaped unscathed though they found blood at the crime scene no one seems any the wiser about your two’s involvement in today's events. The police don’t have a good description of the madwoman that shoved a gun in an old lady’s face.” 

“I never shoved a gun in-” you begin to protest before Seokjin silences you with a raised hand. 

“All that matters is that the two of you are safe and that no one is looking for you.” Seokjin runs a hand through his hair. “Namjoon will be back from Daegu from the gun deal early tomorrow morning, he said he’ll talk to you then.” 

You sigh; “so now you’ll tell me what my brothers doing” 

Seokjin sends the two of you a pointed look. “I have to go straighten out something’s at the docks, please try not to get into too much trouble tonight” you nod dumbly, your fingers drumming against the countertop. Seokjin gives Jimin a look over his shoulder that pointedly says to keep an eye on you before he leaves. Neither of you talks until the car outside rumbles to a start. 

“Cheer up.” Jimin walks over to the sink, “at least you know you’ll see him tomorrow.” 

“You know he’ll probably send us away after this right?” Jimin turns on the faucet and nods without looking at you. You find yourself staring at the marble countertops before you catch him flinch out of the corner of his eyes. He holds up his hands chagrined, showing you his knuckles, which are bruised and split. “I guess I got a little carried away earlier” you take his hands in two of yours.  

“I have a first aid kit upstairs come on.” You say and tug him. You make him sit on the toilet while you drag out the first aid kit from under your sink. Setting out the gauze. You smile slightly as you realize how similar of a situation this one is to the condition Jimin first was in when he came into your life so many weeks ago. 

“What are you thinking about.” He asks carefully, his ears flicking back and forth, he’s happy to see you smiling for what feels like the first time today. Today has been so crazy and you look like some sleep could do you well. 

“Just remembering.” You say as you dab at his wounds carefully with a gauze pad. In a moment of boldness, Jimin takes your hand and presses his pillowy lips to your palm, continuation to give small kisses to the tips of your fingers.  

“Thank you,” he says after a moment, leaning into your hand as blush colors you from your toes to the top of your head. 

“What for?” you stutter out, happy at your hybrids affection but wary of his eyes on you. There is something electric in the air right now, something that almost seems to hum every time Jimin touches you. something that if disturbed would never settle back. 

“I love it when you take care of me. I’ve never been taken care of like this.” Jimin says hushedly as he sits on your toilet, his bloody hands out in front of him. You meet his gaze, and in his eyes, you find a consuming tenderness; you smile slightly, trying to not get your hopes up like usual. 

“I’m happy to be here whenever you need me.” 

“I thought it would get easier- easier to say that kind of thing after the events of the gala.” 

“You mean after you saved my life. I haven’t forgotten Jimin- but that’s not why I care for you.” 

“Is it because I’m a hybrid? If I where a human man could you love me?” you drop the thin gauze onto the counter and let it roll onto the floor. Stooping for a second to hide your blush, before you swallow thickly.

“I already do love you silly.” You say reaching for his hands. He pulls them away from you and you look up shocked to see him so serious, his eyebrows furrowed together. 

“Not like that, not the way you feel for Jungkook or your brother- or even how you felt about Hoseok at one point. I just want to know if you could love me.” 

“And I just said that I already do.” You say equally as serious, setting the gauze back on the counter. When you turn around you find Jimin standing, either of his hands trap you against the counter as he looks down at you through thick lashes, his plush lips set in a line. Jimin is so close to you that you can feel his breath on your forehead, it would be so easy just to tilt your head forward and meet his lips. 

“Don’t tease me,” Jimin said, his tone soft and pregnant with emotion, he’s looking at you like he couldn’t possibly believe you’re telling the truth. Like you must be lying or toying with him. “You know what I meant, do you think you could ever love m-me?” he asks, his voice breaking. 

“I wasn’t teasing.” You say a small smile playing on your bitten lips, “I was just telling the truth.” And that’s when you tilted your chin forward to meet Jimin's lips. The kiss makes the two of you breathless, sending Jimin’s heart rate skyrocketing as his shocked hands come forward to grab you, holding you to him, worried that you’ll try to pull away too early.

His lips start moving against yours almost instantly, and you feel him sighing against the soft sweetness of your mouth that he had only ever dreamed of indulging in.  When you finally pull away to get some breath, Jimin tilts forward for a moment. Chasing your lips like he’s already addicted to them. 

“Does that answer your question?” you say, playfulness toying at your mouth. Jimin connects your lips again in answer though you can fill a smile on his mouth.  

“Why didn’t you say anything sooner?” he asks, his breath already uneven. He’s slightly shocked that you kissed him. He thought if anything he would be the first one to lose control and kiss you- not that he’s complaining with you he’ll always take what he can get. 

“I didn’t want you to feel pressured into anything- like you had to love me to fulfill your duties.- and if you don’t want anything to do with me we can go back to the way we were before-“

“No,” Jimin says, his hands fisting on the fabric of your sweatshirt pulling you into him. Resting his hips against yours making you shudder against his form. He suddenly feels too hot- too large for the bathroom. “I could say that I love you a thousand times and it would still never be enough, that’s how I feel about you. I’ve wanted you since I first got you. I want you now, and right now wanting you forever seems impossible if I don’t have you.” he crashes his lips against yours and this time your hands go up to twine in his hair.

If his lips were shocked and startled against yours at first now they are passionate and assured as you try to keep up with his ravenous lips. His hands fist in the back of your sweatshirt brushing up against the bare skin of your back. You pull apart again for a breath. And Jimin is insistent pressing a kiss against your cheek and then trailing them down to your neck to breath in deep. 

“Do you want me in this way? I want to hear it from you.” the hybrid suddenly drops to his knees.  “Don’t you want me y/n? I can smell that you do.” he’s face to face with your baby pink sleeping shorts. He inhales a deep breath making you blush, “Jimin, w-what are you doing.” The sight of him on his knees in front of you makes you stutter.

“I must not be the only one who’s wanted this, I wonder if I.” he pries where your thighs are straining to keep closed. And he growls when he sees the faint wet patch soaking through the satin. The smell of you becoming more potent. He can’t stop himself when he moves forward nose pressing against the apex of your thighs making you squeak. Your fingers twining through his hair. But you don’t pull him away- you don’t think you’d physically be able to make yourself do that at this point.

“You smell so good Jagiya.” He loves how shaky your breath gets when his tongue prods out and licks the wet patch of your arousal. He can tell you’re not wearing any underwear. He can feel his member twitch thinking about how easy it would be to take you here against this counter. He makes himself slow down and savor every inch of you.  His hands come up to surround your thighs, Squeezing your skin between his hands groping your ass in tandem as he yanks your legs open farther. 

“I don’t like begging but I’d beg to get a taste of you. Will you let me jagiya? I want to taste you so bad.” You’re glad that Jimin can’t see your face because you're certain you’re redder than a tomato. Jimin sucks on the flesh of your thighs, leaving hickey after hickey at the very edge of your sleep shorts. Thoughts of how you could hide them and thrown out of your head as Jimin laves his tongue against you. “I love your thighs too. Have I ever told you that?” he nips at them just as his hand abandoned your front and goes to your rear to move your ass cheeks apart.

“n-no” you stutter out. Your fingers twining in his hair “you haven’t” You gasp out when Jimin presses a well-placed thumb over your clit. Pressing the silk into it, soaking the fabric further with your wetness. 

Your knees are weak. Made shaky by the words Jimin is saying to you. Who knew he had such a dirty mouth? You would have guessed this would be mostly shy hands and less than their touches. But Jimin is the exact opposite of shy; not that you're complaining. Everything about his firm hands that harshly grasp your thighs or the firm pull of his teeth against his skin that has you moaning into the open air could be characterized as hungry. Everything is happening so quickly it feels like your mind is reeling. You can believe this is happening and still you want it too badly to make it stop. 

The bathroom door is open, and the door to your bedroom is too- someone could walk in at any moment. Thank god Namjoon was going to be away until that morning. If he was here you don’t know if you could be quiet enough or if you could pull yourself away from this right now. 

Jimin is so hungry for you-you realize. Especially when he starts rolling his tongue against your core. Trying to lap up the little amount of your slick that’s soaked through almost sucking on your clit through the fabric. His fingers hook into your shorts tugging them down your thighs and too your ankles.

Jimin wastes no time in partaking in the sweetness of you. The first brush of his tongue against you makes you bite back your moans. “I want to hear you, darling,” his tongue gently flicking up and down your slit, searching for as much of your sweetness as he can find. He feels drunk on you. Moaning against the most intimate part of you at your taste, at the feel of you. “I want to hear what I’m doing to you” Your breath comes out in big gushes as you choke out a groan. He grips underneath your thighs and lifts you to sit you down on the edge of the counter. Digging into your core like a man possessed. The tight circles and broad staccato strokes of his tongue make you shake, as you pant into the open air as you feel your pleasure climbing. 

“Jimin.” You say his name like a mantra over and over again. His thumbs come forward to pry your core open, a thumb sinking in to play along the edge of your center, your hole greedily trying to suck him. Your climax barrels towards you unavoidable, your breath chokes his name as your hips roll forward. His hands grab hold of yours; your fingers intertwine as he licks you through your orgasm  

Eventually, he pulls away, grinning up at you lovingly and then pressing a kiss against your cheek when you look at him leaving your wetness there. He loves how much of a mess he’s made you; you’re so wet that there’s a little puddle on the countertop. 

You look so good under him, lips bitten red, and his hickeys shining pink on your thighs. Looking fucked out and well loved by his hands and mouth, his legs in-between your thighs keeping you open for him. He can feel you shaking. He pulls away from you for a second and you whine, your hands fisting in his long sleeve shirt. He grins. Stepping away from you to yank off his shirt revealing the miles of his creamy rich skin to your fingers. You lift your hands to run over his hard pectorals and down his chest to skim across his cut lines and hip bones. he shivers underneath your hot palms. He catches your hand when it rubs against his cheek.

“I want you to touch me- to love me in this physical way. You have to know how much I want you.” he flicks his hips forward slowly rocking against your unclothed core. Making you gasp at the hard length that presses against you. “Can You feel how much I want you?” you sit forward sliding your body against his as your shaky feet touch the ground. pushing him away for a second so you can stip out of your shots. 

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks his voice shakey as you walk towards the shower, turning it on. You turn to him, lifting your sweatshirt over your head revealing all of you too him. His eyes eat you up hungrily as you give him what you hope is a seductive and inviting look, trying to hide your nervousness.

“Showering, want to join?” you step in. Giving him a moment to decide again if he wants this with you. He wastes no time in shucking his pants and shirt. Mildly worried for a moment that you’ll judge him and find him lacking. 

The first press of Jimin’s bare skin against your back underneath the hot funnel of water makes you groan. You’re still shaky from the orgasm he gave you, and his wandering hands that skim over your breasts and down your sides do nothing to quell the returning heat burning through your gut. But his hands aren’t as hungry as before. You turn around, letting your eyes wander over the whole of him. Over his generous length and his gorgeously toned body quickly being soaked under the shower. you tug him forward. Pulling his bare body against yours, his hands shake when they come up to comb through your hair tenderly. 

“I love the feeling of your skin against mine.” You say hushed, running your palms up and over his shoulders, enjoying the feel of his muscular back. 

“I love it too- I think I’ve loved you for a long time. Since I first showed up here.” “You’ve loved me since I first rubbed your ears.” you giggle, Jimin presses his smiling face against the wet skin of your shoulder, like he's trying to hide it. 

“That might be an exaggeration.” His lips brush against yours again and he can't get enough of the feel of your skin against his. Jimin takes the body wash dispenses a generous amount of soap onto his hands, then rubs a line of bubbles across your arm where earlier blood splattered, slowly washing you.  

“I want to wash you- I want to see all of you and have all of you to myself. For as long as you’ll let me.” 

“I want every inch of you Jimin.”

“You’d let me ruin you that easily?” 

“You already have” You reach for some soap to lather into his hair, he groans against your fingers as you carefully wash around the edges of his ears. All the while his hands brush against your sides, your collar bones, your arms, and it’s like he can’t get enough of you. You let him watch you his eyes sometimes fluttering closed as he leans into you. You guide him underneath the waterfall shower letting the water wash out the suds before you reach for the soap. 

“Let me” The first brush of his soapy hands against your cunt has you jolting forward into his touch. You gasp and find him watching your every moment as his fingers explore you. He bites his lower lip as his gaze snags on your open-mouthed expression.

“Is this where you want me to touch you? You loved it so much the first time and that was just my tongue.” Jimin asks is a low gravely voice as he nips at the side of your jaw. You nod feebly, biting your lips and giving yourself away to the pleasure as you feel the pads of his fingers tickle feather lights touches on your outer lips dragging them apart. You whimper softly. Your hips stutter forward to follow his hands, but Jimin merely tuts, moving his hand away. 

“You’ll have to use your big girl words if you want something.”

“Jimin I want you to make love to me.” Jimin swallows his rich brown eyes searching your face for a hint of something.  

But “alright” is all he says. guiding his face back to yours, leaning his forehead against yours under the hot stream of water. “alright” he repeats.  

The next brush of his lips against yours is just as hot and demanding as the first. Your hand trails down his pectorals reaching for his length finding it hot and heavy as your fingertips brush his head. 

“Don’t tease me.” He says breathlessly.

You grin like the Cheshire cat. “But you seemed to enjoy teasing me so much.” it's your turn to drop to your knees in front of him, placing a kiss and a hickey on either side of his member before you lick tentatively along his head and down a vein. He lets out a strangled moan- his gentle but demanding hands finding your head and cradling it softly.  

“y/n” he groans out, begging wordlessly for you to end his wanting. You grin as you wrap your hand around him, making sure you keep eye contact with him as you open your jaw wide and sink your mouth onto him until he hits the back of your throat. His body jerks when he’s fully inside your warm wet mouth, letting out a string of curse words before his hand's fist in your hair in Ernest. His head tipped back away from the string of water so that it hits only his chest now. 

It's warm and wet and heavenly as you bob your head along his length, leaving Jimin’s thighs shaking. Every single little noise he makes your core wetter and you’re sure you would be dripping onto the floor now if it wasn’t for the water. 

“Your mouth- holy fuck” Jimin praises, his hips cant forward unintentional. “wait wait wait-“ pulling you off of him and tugging you onto your feet and into his arms. Almost making you slip. His kisses are less coordinated but betray his wanting. “If you keep doing that, then i...” he turns off the shower and picks you up in one movement, you yelp and giggle as he opens the glass door and carries you in his arms out into your bedroom tossing you onto the bed.

He goes to the door. He sends one glance back at you where you lay, pausing for a moment, stretched out on your bed, spread out and ready for him to take and cherish as his own. 

“If you want to back out back out now…”

You shake your head roughly, “never.”  The sound of the lock on your door clicking sends a thumb to your already waiting core. Jimin is on you as fast as he can, pressing kiss after kiss to your face to your collarbones, to your neck. The only thing that fills you is thoughts of Jimin Jimin Jimin. 

his thumbs rub gently at your nipples. The lustful eyes that look down at you with equal parts want and devotion. Even the first brush of his hardness against your warm and waiting core. He twines his hands with yours again pinning them to the bed above you. Your hips chase his trying to get him inside of you when he brushes against you again. His joy filled smirk that greets you makes your heart stutter. “Someone’s impatient.” Your retort is silenced as he sinks into turning your words into a garbled moan, above you Jimin grunts at the initial tightness.

“You’re so wet jagiya, all for me.” 

“All for you, only for you” you moan out as he sinks as deep as he can into you, the tip of his head just barely brushing your cervix. Your back arches against him. None of your old lovers have ever made you feel this full- or your body this alive. You feel like every movement of Jimin sends ricochets of sparks along the inside of your skin. You’ve never had sex that felt so full-bodied before. 

“Jagi- I can’t” Jimin stutters out breathing heavy, you press a kiss to his lips. 

“you don’t have to hold back with me.” Jimin starts a slow pace that is all long deep strokes; he takes longer going in than going out. His thrusts almost punchy against you. 

You share every pant, every breath, every I love you that he mutters like a prayer against your mouth. His hands eventually detach from your hands so that he can worship your body too. Your eyes flutter open to watch him- only to find he’s watching you. He doesn’t want to forget any of this, any of how you twist and moan below him in the throws of your pleasure. 

“Jimin- please” you beg, “I need you to go faster.” he leans into you and tugs your legs around his waist, sinking in hard and pulling out just as quickly making you cry out. You’re quickly coming underneath him.

You clenching around his length has his hips fluttering against yours in the most delightful way.  You feel his hips trembling as his hot slick cum shoots into you, filling you with a warm satisfying feeling that has you throwing your head back against the pillow and digging your fingertips into his forearms, sighing at the relief of it.

But he doesn’t stop doesn’t let up against you- if anything he’s harder inside of you, making you feel all the more full as the combined weight of his cum and his dick fill you. Especially when he pulls out and thrusts forward more roughly then he has yet turned your words into a strangled groan.

“Jimin what are you-” but his mouth covers yours hushing your protests. 

“I might cum easily- but I certainly have more than one round in me.” He leans down kissing you again- it’s like he can’t get enough of you. “What about you jagiya? I want to feel you cum around me- do you think you could do that for me? I know you have another in you.” 

and it’s messy, the amount of your cum leaking from your slit as Jimin renews a punishing pace without giving you time to calm down has you twitching and panting. Moaning out his name loud enough that if anyone where home they would certainly hear you. 

You almost bite your lip to keep your moans in but then you remember Jimin’s earlier warning, he stretches your leg upwards hooking it over his shoulder- and though it’s not exactly the most comfortable position Jimin reaches such a new depth inside of you that its worth the strain.  The two of you are moaning out again in tandem as you clench around him. His forearms shaking as you reach up to run your fingers roughly through his hair as he’s pressing a scalding kiss against your collarbone.

 “I love how you feel around me. Like you were made to have me and I was made to fit inside of you. I hope you know that I’m going to make love to you again and again until you’re so full of me that you’ll never remember what it was like to have another man inside of you let alone know how to want a cock that’s not mine.” You smile against his lips. 

“I already told you that I’d gladly be ruined by you.” he grins against your lips as well. 

“Then why don’t you cum for me again baby girl.” His hand goes down to rub smooth, almost feather light teasing circles against your clit as he pounds into you, he bites the juncture of your throat harder. Your shaking, every inch of you trembling like a leaf as you shudder through the beginnings of your orgasm. You twitch around him, your orgasm washing over you in waves, black stars shower your vision as your back arches pressing your chest into Jimin’s. 

“That’s it, baby,” Jimin growls above you, his hands slowing down on your clit as you continue to tremble from the overstimulation, Jimin cums again as your tight pussy milks him, filling you further, the rest of it squelching out to cover your hips as Jimin twitches inside of you, releasing the last few strings of his cum. He slides out of you, finally softening and spent but not done with you yet as he pulls himself down to watch himself leaking out of you. You squeal when you feel him press a kiss to your entrance. 

“Jimin” you sob as his tongue pokes your entrance again, your body feels ropey and not all there, the throws of your passion still making everything feel hazy, the only thing that still there is the press of his tongue against your entrance moaning again as the taste of the two of you mix together a delightful combination on his tongue, but the overstimulation makes your hips twist away.  

“I’m so sensitive Jimin please.” Jimin licks you again once, then twice before he drags himself up to press a kiss into your mouths, softer this time then the scalding ones he gave you earlier. The tang of your lovemaking making you blush as Jimin pulls away from you staring down at you with something akin to reverence. Your forehead rests against his.

“I love you,” he says again, his fingers trailing along the edge of your jaw. “I love you so much.” You smile kissing the inside of his palm.

“I love you too.” You say quietly, and in the half-light of your bedroom, the words almost feel like something secret and a promise. But you’d shout them from the rooftops if he’d asked you to. You spend a moment just looking at each other, marveling at the fact that both of you somehow feel the same. Until you shift and grimace feeling the sticky mess in between your thighs. Jimin laughs at your expression and gets up to get a washcloth. which he uses to clean you with gentle careful strokes. Pressing a kiss to the inside of your knees. 

“How did you like that jagiya?” he asks teasingly, his fingers playing across the underside of your knees. Your fucked out grin is more than enough of a confirmation. You tug him down for more kisses, though these are sleepier and sweeter. Jimin pulls you against his chest and its there that you fall asleep, the taste of love lingering on your tongue. 

The knock that comes from the door in the early hours of the morning startles the two of you out of sleep. You send Jimin one scared look before you make to get out of bed but he grabs your wrist.

“What if its Namjoon y/n?”  He says gesturing to state, it’s obvious what the two of you had done the night before- even your body feels pleasantly sore and you're sure your hair is as crazy as Jimin’s tangled curly locks.  

“It’s not” comes Taehyung’s voice from outside the door. “But the fact that you’re worried it’s Namjoon makes me concerned Jimin.” Taehyung knocks again, “come on y/n.” you give Jimin a withering look as you sling the sheet tighter around your chest and leave Jimin on the bed, his waist covered with a blanket. 

“what Tae?” you ask when you wrench open the door, Tae takes one glance at your sheet dress and another at Jimin’s bare chest stretched out on your bed before he says “ah, I see” casting a single unabashed look over Jimin’s nakedness. 

“Namjoon wants you packed and ready to go within the hour, I’m guessing he’d rather you be dressed too,” He says. 

“Did he say where we’re going?” Tae shakes his head and moves to leave.

“Oh and y/n,” he casts a glance over his shoulder, his eyes appraising your sheet clad appearance, “your secret’s safe with me.” 

“Thank you,” Jimin calls from inside your bedroom.  

“Do you think he’ll tell Namjoon?” Jimin asks from your bed as you go to get dressed.

“No” you say as you toss him a pair of his boxers.

“Why?” he asks as he tugs them on and slides out of the bed. The glance you send his way is forgiving. 

“Because he knows you’re the best protector I could ask for.” Jimin’s arms wrap around your waist, and you can feel his smile as it pressed into your bare shoulder. “Tell me what other ways I’m the best for you?”

Namjoon isn’t pacing when you enter his office, he’s not even moving. He’s just standing over his desk looking as lost as ever, Hoseok and Jungkook are there too, along with Seokjin whose talking and pointing at certain schematics hung on the wall. It's unlike all of them to look so out of it. But Seokjin falls silent when you enter trailed by Jimin.

“You wanted to talk to me?” you say softly, scanning your brother for injuries. Namjoon gestures at the others to leave and the small nod that he gives Jimin also is enough of a confirmation for you. You barely glance at the pieces of paper he passes your way before you’re protesting. 

“Plane tickets Namjoon? I thought you promised me you wouldn’t send me away.” Namjoon catches your arm as you go to throw the tickets down on his desk, and his hushed whisper of your name you look up and see why he’s been so silent. Namjoon looks like he’s aged 5 years with how little he’s slept, deep bags carve out space for his eyes. This Namjoon doesn't look angry or determined like you're used too if anything it looks like he’s resigned to the situation. 

And it scares you-you hadn’t realized that the war had gotten to this point already. 

“That’s twice I’ve almost lost you in the last month- and I can't let there be a third, so please don’t fight me. I can’t fight a war with you too” he says dejectedly. And you hear what he doesn’t need to say, that he can’t lose you too. You know your brother hates to go back on his word and that he promised he wouldn’t send you away. “I can’t fight this war if I’m always wondering if you’re safe.” Tears fill your eyes.

“And I won't be able to breathe if I don’t know if you are,” you say hushed. 

“please, y/n, do this for me, please.” He looks at you like you’re his world- like he cants bear to have you far away even though that’s what he’s asking you to do. 

So unlike the other times you asked, you take a look at the ticket in your hands.  The pair of them- one for you and one for Jimin. You wipe the tears out of your eyes and let out a shaky breath, as you settle on doing what you must, what you know is right. 

“What’s the plan then.” Namjoon lets out a relieved sigh and hands you a folder, you scan the documents quickly, passports for you and Jimin, and student visas signed this morning.

“Your safe house is in Portland, Oregon, I’ve hired the local gang there to keep an eye on you but it will be mostly just you and Jimin. In one month if things haven’t calmed down I’m going to send one of the boys to live with you for a while. If anything happens to me-”

“No” you interrupt your brother, putting a hand on his arm, “we don’t talk like that.”

Namjoon grits his teeth, “if anything happens, I’ve already wired your trust fund to be accessible to you now, and in an international bank, you shouldn’t have to work for the rest of your life if you invest some of it, but I know you'll be smart about it- you where always smarter than me when it came to stuff like that.” 

“Don’t”

 Namjoon smiles softly down at you. “Don’t do what?”

“Say goodbye to me like that.” You reach up and wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him down for a hug that he reciprocates. 

“We’ll be alright y/n.” 

“Promise,” you say muffled into his arm. 

You feel him nod against you.  He pulls away from you, “are you and Jimin packed?” you nod, “there’s a car waiting for you in the driveway then.” He swallows thickly. “I’ll help you with your bags,” Namjoon carries your small suitcase down the stairs for you trailed by Jimin, who looks deceptively normal with a jean jacket and baseball cap tossed over his usual black jeans and white shirt. 

You give Seokjin a hug while Jimin gives Jungkook a fist bump. Hoseok simply claps him on the back before giving you a short hug. “None of you go dying on me.” You say giving the boys what you hope is an intimidating glare as they pretend not to notice the tears that you cant keep out of your eyes. Yoongi is out with the new recruits but Namjoon promises to give him a hug for you. 

Namjoon gives Jimin a handshake, and you see his eyes flare in surprise for a split second before he shoves his hands in his pockets and nods at Jimin. “Thank you for protecting her.”

“It’s what I’m good at.” Is all Jimin says before averting his gaze. 

Taehyung musses your hair as he promises he’ll keep them all in one piece but somehow all you can do is look at your brother memorizing every bit of him from his expensive leather shoes to the loose black shirt tossed over a pair of ordinary pants. Looking nothing like the kingpin who was attempting to take down his competition. None of your family really looked like killers.

Namjoon gives the nod Jimin starts to guide you towards the nondescript black car you can’t tear your eyes away from the place that’s always been your home. This could be the last time you see them alive. If the only thing that runs through your head as the car pulls away from your home and you lift a hand in a wave that they all return. 

“You’ll see them again,” Jimin says as you wipe the tears out of your eyes, clutching at the envelope in your hands. “I know,” you say. And then relax into silence,  The driver takes the quickest route to the airport but even then it still takes an age because of traffic. cutting through downtown, but cars have clogged the byways, and there are so many cars piled so close that you cant see the one in front of you. 

“Can you see if it’s an accident?” you ask the driver, a low level of the gang that you've interacted with a few times. 

“No, miss y/n,” 

“I can hear the sirens, is there a way we can take to avoid the traffic,” Jimin asks, traffic moves on as a crawl. your eyes flicker up to the mirror, widening when you see what’s behind you. 

 “did you remember my purse?” you ask Jimin carefully, who hands it over to you before you tuck your papers into it.” Jimin gives you a look but says nothing, his eyes flickering up to look in the mirror too. 

The black van beside your cars breaks screech and you flinch at the noise, as the news van in front of you sputters. And that’s when your eyes snag on it, someone looking out at you from the back of the car, microphone in their ear.

“We need to get out of here now,”  Jimin shouts at the driver but its already too late, the side doors on the vans that trap your car in on either side open and a gun is pointed at you through the open window.  

You as your driver pulls out a gun only to be silenced, the splatter of blood hits your face like a wound. Jimin kicks out the door, hitting the gangster in a gut, Jimin exits the car arms raised trying to wrestle the gun out of his hands. but before he has a chance someone fires a taser, which hits him in the back sending him to his knees as he grunts through the clicking pain.

You yell his name the same second that your door is wrenched open and hands grab for you. Pulling at your shoulders as you try to fight them. Your eyes on Jimin as he slumps forward his muscles twitching with electricity, 

Someone is pushing into the car and moving your dead driver just as a hand clamps over your mouth smelling antiseptic and pulls you out of the car your feet scrambling against the blood-soaked leather. and you struggle not to inhale what you know is chloroform. 

A pair of arms pulls you out of the car and into the van just as you see Jimin disappear into the other van twist and shouting your name as it takes half a dozen gangsters to restrain him.  

As you kick and scream against the hand constricting you as whoever holds you lands in the bed of the van someone clothes the door cutting you off from the outside world. You look up, terrified, into the eyes of none other than Chanyeol, who’s looking down at you with little remorse, looking like a cat would at a mouse only with half as much interest. like you're dirt underneath his boot, you scream

“Someone shut her up.” Is all he says as he sits back, a boot hits your stomach and you can't resist taking in a sharp breath. The chloroform enters your lungs as your legs go numb, The last thing you see is the quirk of Chanyeol’s mouth as he smiles down at you before everything goes dark.

PART 9

[aarunomura]

DEAR❤VOCALIST Wired 「Vocalists’ 4th CR-Sponsored Training Camp ＠GU・A・M!! ～The Complete Documented Coverage～」Part 1 (Translation)

This short story is一according to Climax Records’ Public Relations一a transcript of recorded footage of what went down at the boys’ training camp held during Golden Week last year. Since the main training camp went on for 3 days, this translation will be split into three parts. This first part will focus on Day 1.

Please do not re-translate or post this translation anywhere.

NOTE: I didn’t include every instance of sound effects/onomatopoeia. Because I’m not very good at translating/describing sfx, I felt that my descriptions of them would only make things sound too tautological (especially when the actions are already inferred from the dialogue) and interrupt the flow of conversation between the characters.

♢ Destination

United States of America, Guam. A 3 hr and 35-55 min direct flight from Japan, it is an island in the southernmost point of the Mariana Islands in the Pacific Ocean. Ahead of Japan in time by 1 hour.

♢ Accommodation

HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS SUPER RESORT

Room allocation is as follows, and no changes are allowed for any reason whatsoever.

Japanese Suite: President Panda Room 1111: Ciel Room 1112: CR’s PR Room 1010: Re-o-do & Joshua Room 1011: Judah & Momochi Room 1012: A’ & Yuu

※ Smoking is prohibited in all rooms.

♢ Day 1 Timetable

DEPARTING FROM NARITA　SPECIAL CHARTER FLIGHT　NIGHT FLIGHT

All entries below are in local time. 

7:00 AM:

Everyone meets up in front of the hotel. Bus transfer.

※ As President Panda and Ciel will be engaging in business matters while playing golf, their plans all day are different from the others.

7:20 AM:

Arrive at private beach @ Hagåtña.

Objective: Aim to increase stamina through all kinds of beach activities.

※ BBQ will be prepared for lunch.

※ Smoking is prohibited at the beach.

6:00 PM: 

Arrive at hotel.

7:00 PM:

Dinner.

※ Buffet at the hotel’s restaurant.

♢ DAY 1

@ IN FRONT OF HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT

───Late at night, the CR group arrived in Guam. Local time is 7 the next morning.

Ciel: ───Because of that, I will be with the President and playing golf. In the meantime, all of you will take part in the training camp program...

Re-o-do: ...I can’t do this, I’m sleepy. So sleepy... What time is it in Japan right now...?

Ciel: There's only an hour in time difference. In short, it is currently six in the morning in Japan.

Re-o-do: S-Six...? No wonder...

A’: Anyway, playing golf first thing in the morning after getting here... How much energy does that shitty Panda have www

Yuu: Well, Panda-san was apparently the only one in first-class. He must've been sound asleep on the plane, am I right?

Joshua: Heeh, first-class? As expected ♪

Judah: Hah? You've gotta be kidding me.

Momochi: You’re right... And yet we were on economy... Anyway, to be in the same hotel room as Judah-kun... There’s no way I can sleep...

A’: Eeeeehhh? And I have to be in the same room as Yuu-kun for three nights? No waaayyy.

Yuu: What's with that. It's not like I want to be in the same room as you. Why this idiot out of all people...

A’: Hah~~~?! Idiot~~~~?!?! Shut up, you! Anyway, what are you gonna do if I lose all my hair from the stress of being stuck with this guy who's like a nagging hag~~~~~?!?!?!

Yuu: Hah!? Who are you calling a nagging hag!!

Ciel: Oi, you lot. You’re being noisy. In any case, training camp has already started. Quit complaining and be serious about this...───Hmm?

Ciel: It appears the bus has arrived. Come now, everyone, get on.

Re-o-do: Where is it taking us this time?

Ciel: I hear that the place you’ll be going to is a private beach in the area of Hagåtña. President’s instruction for you all day today is to cultivate stamina so that you will be able to endure the menu that starts tomorrow.

Momochi: Stamina...? Letting us rest at the hotel would’ve be better then...

Yuu: I know right.

Joshua: A private beach, eh. I wonder what's there. I'm looking forward to it ♪

A': Maybe this means we get to do stuff like beach activities?! That means I’ve gotta try out everythingggg!

Yuu: Just how lively are you guys...

Judah: Anyway, I'm getting on the bus. It's so hot if I stand around here any longer, I'll die.

Re-o-do: ...True. We’ll be off then.

Ciel: Right. Good luck, everyone.

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH

A’: We’re hereeeeee~~~~~~~~! THE・BEACH!!!!

Joshua: Hey, hey, A-tan. Look! There’s a banana boat over there!

A’: Yayah?! Then there’s no choice but to ride it, huh?! How ‘bout we all ride it together~~?!?!

Yuu: I am not getting on it. Anyway, are you really going to ride that when you just got here.

Momochi: I’ll pass as well... If I suddenly go into the water even when I’m sleep-derived, my legs will cramp up...

Judah: Anyway, don’t they have anything to drink around here. ...Oh. That thing over there—well if it isn’t a cooler box.

───*leaves*

Joshua: Ah, Judah-kun! ...He left.

Yuu: Hmm. That thing over there—could it be a BBQ set? So this means we can go ahead and grill and eat as we like?

Re-o-do: BBQ, huh. Somehow, that reminds me of the training camp at that deserted island... 

Momochi: But since there are parasols and beach chairs here, I guess it isn’t that bad compared to that time~

Yuu: Well, this place does feel like a resort, more or less.

Momochi: In any case, I’m going to rest over there... If I don’t preserve my stamina at least during this time when President Panda isn’t here, my body won’t last.

Yuu: I also need to take some measures to prevent sunburn. At this rate, my skin will be in trouble.

───*leaves*

A’: Haaaaah? Why is everyone being such party poopers? Shitty Panda isn’t here either,  and we get to play as much as we want~~~~

Re-o-do: ...Alright, this should do.

Joshua: Oh? Re-o-do-kun. That outfit...

A’: Th-The charismatic prince wearing flippers wwwwww Hold it, Joshua wwww Take a photo wwww You'll fetch a good price, selling it to Minettes wwwwwww

Joshua: Heeh, snorkling, eh. It does look like there would be fish around here.

Re-o-do: Right? Drawing experience from all the previous training camps, this time, I’ve brought something good from Japan.

Joshua: Something good?

Re-o-do: Of course, I'm talking about this...!

A’: HA wwwwww A disposable waterproof camera wwwwww Reo-sama wwwwww

Joshua: Waah. This is something you can take photos with in water as well, right?

Re-o-do: Yeah, that's right. As long as I have this, I can get by without bringing my smartphone to places where it’s at a risk of being submerged in water. Also, I can take photos of fish when underwater. Convenient, right?

Joshua: That's true! As expected of Re-o-do-kun!

Re-o-do: I'm off then. Just to warn you, you better not touch my smartphone. I’m leaving it in the shade of the tree over there... But do anything unnecessary and I’ll seriously kill you.

───*leaves*

A’: ...Saying that only makes you want to touch it, doesn’t it~?

Joshua: But I think he put a lock on it, you know? In the bus earlier, he also reverted his home screen to the default, and seemed to really be on his guard.

A’: Wait www How observant are you wwww Scaaary wwwww

Joshua: Eh? I just happened to catch sight of it, that’s all ♪ By the way, everyone has already gone off, but what now?

A’: Hmm~ We don’t have much choice so why don’t us two just play for now~?

Joshua: You’re right ♪ Then, what should we start with? Banana boat?

A’: That sounds good too but~~~~ Don’t you wanna jet ski? I actually researched about it in the plane but~ apparently you can ride one without a license in Guam~~~~

Joshua: Eh, sounds fun! Then let’s ride it right away!

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE

Yuu: Aaah, it’s still scorching hot even though I’m in the shade. The sunlight here really is on a completely different level from that in Japan.

Yuu: I need to put on some sunscreen before it’s too late. Sunscreen, sunscreen... Found it.

Yuu: Leaving that aside, “Cultivate stamina so that you will be able to endure the menu that starts from tomorrow.” ...What on earth are we going to be forced to do? I feel nothing but worried... *rubs sunscreen*

Judah: Who knows. Not me. Mm... *gulps down drink*

Yuu: Owah! How long have you been here for? Don’t scare me like that!

Judah: Hah? I was here first. You were the one who came up to me.

Yuu: ...Is that so. My apologies then.

Judah: Anyway, there’s nothing but juice and water in that cooler box. Are they tryna mess with me or what. Damn it... *rubs sunscreen*

Yuu: Heeh. So you also brought along sunscreen. *rubs sunscreen*

Judah: Something like that. The sun’s intense. *rubs sunscreen*

Yuu: ...? By the way, that’s the same one I have. You brought that along with you from Japan? You’re unusually well-prepared...───Hmm?

Yuu: Aah, I’ve already used this bottle up. Let’s see, the new one is...

───*rummages through bag*

Judah: Sunscreen made in Japan are the most effective was what the staff said earlier. *rubs sunscreen*

Yuu: Yeah, they aren’t wrong about that... Speaking of which, where’s my sunscreen? That’s odd. I could have sworn I brought it along...

───*rummages*

Judah: Where are you even looking at. There’s one right here.

Yuu: Aah, I see, I see. You own one... Hold it! Isn’t that mine?! Why are you using it without permission for?!

Judah: Don’t mind the minor details☆

Yuu: Of course I’d mind! Not to mention there’s absolutely none left! What am I going to do about tomorrow!! THIS IDIOT!!!!

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY

“───WAAAAAH! GYAAAAAH!”

Momochi: ... Everyone sure is lively~... Ahaha...

Momochi: Well, on a different note... Time to take a bit of a nap while I still can...

Momochi: It’s a little stuffy, but it’s better than getting sunburn. If I get about two more towels...

Momochi: Alri~ght, perfect ♪ I applied sunscreen on my face and arms and legs so it’s all even.

Momochi: And with that, good ni~ght♥️

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE WATERS

Re-o-do: ───Puhah! Alright, I was able to get a good shot.

Re-o-do: If I show her these... I wonder if she’ll be happy. Since I want to surprise her, I might as well keep this a secret until I get back. Fufu... Fufufufufu...♥️

Re-o-do: Alright, let’s take a few more snaps. This time, a different group of fish...───Hmm?

───*reckless driving* *SPLASH SPLASH!!!!*

A’: Wait wwwwwwwww What is this wwwwww This is freaking fun thoughhh~~~wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

Joshua: A-tan! That was awesome just now! It was like you were drifting! Do it again!

A’: AAAAALRIIIIIGHHHHHHT! Make sure you don’t fall off YO!!!!!!

───*WHOOOOSH!!!!*

Re-o-do: Uwaah!

───*SPLAAAASHHH!*

Re-o-do: OI! CUT IT OUT! IT’S DANGEROUS!!!!

A’: HYUUUUUUUUU~~~~~~~~~~~~! THIS IS THE BEEEEEEEEST!!!!

Joshua: This is super fuuuun!!!!!! Hey, I’ll drive next!

A’: Very well! Squad member Joshua! We shall return to base for a brief moment~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

───*reckless driving* *SPLASH SPLASH SPLASH!!!!*

Re-o-do: ...They can’t hear me at all... Damn it, I’ll have to complain directly to them after this...

Re-o-do: Anyway, it isn’t the time for that. I need to quickly take photos of the fish...

Re-o-do: .........

Re-o-do: ───Puhah! The fish are all gone...

Re-o-do: Argh! Geez! This is all A’s and Joshua’s fault!

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY

Re-o-do: ...Hah. I ended up not finding any fish... I absolutely won’t forgive those guys...

Re-o-do: Anyway, smart phone, smart phone... Ah. Found it.

Re-o-do: Ah! I just got a message! I need to reply to her ASAP. Fufu♥️

Re-o-do: Oh no. My screen got wet. Let’s see, my bath towel... Hm? It should be around here somewhere...───Hmm?

Momochi: Zz... Zz...

Re-o-do:  ...Momochi? Is he asleep? And just how many bath towels is he using... It seems hot and stuffy just from the looks of it... Hm, ah!

Momochi: Zz... Zz...

Re-o-do: He’s got some nerve, using my bath towel as well... Oi, Momochi. Give that back.

Momochi: Zz... Nn, nn......... Mm...

Re-o-do: ...It’s no use. He’s fast asleep. Geez, I’ve got no choice... I’ll be taking this back.

───*yanks*

Re-o-do: ...Momochi?!

───*Thud!*

Momochi: N, nn......... Tch, what is it. That hurt...

Re-o-do: S-Sorry. I just wanted you to return my bath towel. I didn’t think you’d fall from the chair...

Momochi: .........

Re-o-do: ...Momochi?

Momochi: Zz... Zz...

Re-o-d-o: .........Are you sleeping?

Momochi: Zzz...

Re-o-do: ...That’s a relief. That was him sleep-talking earlier too then.

Re-o-do: Ah, she replied! This isn’t the time to be doing this.

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY

───Evening.

Joshua: Momochi-kun, wake up. All of the meat will be gone.

Momochi: Un... Nn? Eh...? Ground...? Why am I face down...? Eh...?

Momochi: Did I fall from my chair while I was asleep...? And then I continued on sleeping...?

Joshua: You must’ve been awfully tired. Have you been sleeping the entire time...?

Momochi: Ahaha... Y-Yeah. I had only intended to take a bit of a nap, but it looks like it’s pretty much evening now, doesn’t it~?

Joshua: I see. Ah, right. Everything is all set up for the BBQ so I've come to get you. The person in charge said that they’ve started a charcoal fire and that all that’s left is for us to grill the food we like ♪ Come over quickly.

Momochi: Really? Thank you~♥️ I’m coming, I’m coming♥️

Joshua: Oh? Speaking of which, Momochi-kun. Is your back okay?

Momochi: Eh? Back? Now that you mention it, it does feel tingly...

Joshua: I mean, it’s all red, you know? You should quickly get it cooled down, I think.

Joshua: The sunlight here really is on a different level from that in Japan, isn’t it. I applied sunscreen, yet my shoulders have gotten pretty tan.

Momochi: Y-Yeah... That’s true. Since it’s Guam, right. Haha... Ahaha...

Momochi: *mumbles* Wait a minute... What condition is my back in right now? I need to cool it down immediately... This isn’t the time to be casually having BBQ...

Joshua: ...? Is something wrong?

Momochi: Nope? Nothing at a~ll♥️ Leaving that aside, look! It’s a beautiful sunset, don’t you think~!

Joshua: You’re right! As expected of Guam ♪

@ IN THE AREA OF HAGATNA・ON A CERTAIN PRIVATE BEACH・IN THE SHADE OF A TREE

───*Shup!*

Yuu: The meat just now should be just about cooked. Huh?

Judah: *chews* Mm, so good.

Yuu: OI! First my sunscreen, and now this! What’s your problem! How much longer are you going to keep on stealing other people’s things until you’re satisfied?!

Judah: Hah? Ain’t got a clue. Oh, this one’s also cooked.

───*swipes*

A’: AH! The meat I was raisingggg~~~~~~!!!!!!

Judah: *chews* Mm, so good. Those who don’t pay attention are at fault.

A’: HAAAH?!?! Just how self-centred are you~~~~~!!!!

Yuu: I know right!!!!

Joshua: Now now, you two. I’ll give you mine ♪

A’: Joshua, are you an angel~~~~~ Wait, HAH?! What the hell is this! It’s just veggies?!?! You tryna pick a fight with me!??!?!?!

Joshua: Eh? That wasn’t my intention though...

Yuu: I’ve had enough. I shall be cooking by myself while defending my portion. No one come near me please.

───*trudges off*

@ HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT・ROOM 1012

───That night...

Yuu: Hah... I’m glad the first day has safely gone by... But the problem is tomorrow...

A’: HYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHH!!!!!!!!

Yuu: SHUT UUUUUP!!!! What’s with you all of a sudden!!!!

A': DAAAAAAAAHHH! Yuu-kun!! The shower tried to kill meeeeeee!!!!

Yuu: Hold it, why are you coming out here naked! Do you want me to beat you up?!?!?! Anyway, saying that the shower's trying to kill you, what do you even mean by that!!!!!!

A': Isn't it obvious! The shower made a direct attack at my sunburnt skin! It hurts so much I could die!!!!!!

Yuu: How would I know?! It's your own fault for not putting on sunscreen! Anyway, if you're going to get out, then put some clothes on!

A': I'm not getting out ye~t! In fact, I'm just about to get in~~~~!

Yuu: Then why did you even bother getting out for?! Arghh, geez! Seriously can't believe I'm in the same room as that guy!!

@ HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT・ROOM 1010

Re-o-do: Fu... About the area that’s sunburnt... Like you said, Joshua, it feels a little better if I cool it. However, with normal water, it melts in an instant...

Joshua: Since there should be a convenience store downstairs, do you want me to go and buy something that will cool it?

Re-o-do: Are you sure?

Joshua: Yup, it’s fine. I was actually thinking of going to buy sunscreen for tomorrow anyway ♪ Ah, Re-o-do-kun, you also need sunscreen, right?

Re-o-do: Then, if you don’t mind, thanks. It’d be bad if I get sunburnt any further too.

Joshua: Okay ♪ Then I’ll buy the one that looks to be the most effective!

Re-o-do: ...Say, Joshua. You're a really good guy, huh.

Joshua: Eh, you think so? That makes me happy ♪ Anyway, I'm off, okay!

@ HOTEL・GUAM REEF & COCONUTS・SUPER RESORT・ROOM 1011

───*opens sliding glass door* *walking footsteps*

Momochi: Ahhh, it hurts... I won’t be able to sleep tonight like this...

───*rummages through pockets* *lights cigarette*

Momochi: It hurts just having my clothes brush against it so I definitely won't be able to lie on my back... *puffs*

※ NOTE: Smoking is prohibited in this room. (CR's Public Relations)

Momochi: Aaahh... I want to go home already... I can't sleep, there are barely any smoking areas, cigarettes are super expensive, and what's worse, I'm stuck in the same room as Judah... *puffs*

───*Zoom!* *Smack!*

Momochi: GYAH! THAT HUUUUURTSS~~~~~~~~!!!!!!

Judah: It fucking stinks!

Momochi: Even though I tried to be considerate by coming out here to the verandah, what's with that attitude?! I can't believe you'd throw a pillow at me out of nowhere! And at my back out of all places!!!!

Judah: Hah? You’ve got something on your back? Anyway, who cares about that, hurry up and open the windo—Owah!

Judah: Don't go throwing it back!!!

Momochi: You threw it at me first! Anyway... If you don’t want to be killed, then don’t touch my back ever again! Got it?!?!

Judah: Hah? I didn’t touch it. I only hit it with a pillow.

Momochi: Like I care about your hair-splitting! Aah, I'm seriously annoyed... *puffs*

Judah: ARGHH! I’m telling you! It stinks!!

───*SMASH! BANG! CRASH!*

To be continued: PART 2

[turtleedovee]

sorry it took so long for me to get on this but hereeeeee we go!!!

oh DAMN alright so they did do the deed

oh lord not them being loud and then her MOM PLEASE—

it’s so weird how manette is telling her daughter that she needs to stop sleeping around

but it’s so funny too 😭

boone bagging dudes and chicks since… i have no idea what year we’re in i wanna say 2010??

oh god… i forgot she took that pill delphine gave her

boone ZOOTED RN

not the flashbacks please darke we’ve barely started i can’t handle all this angst rn 😭😭

belov and zac are the best of besties

remembering the ask where i wondered if you have any specific idea of what each character sounded like and reading this had me thinking

belov: to me he has more of a nasally kind of voice??? like pietro from age of ultron kinda

zac: i am not sure… same goes for duke boone and raffa

jesse: for me, i hear Kirby Howell-Baptiste, she played simone in the good place

ari: HERE ME OUT!!! everytime i think of sri i think of andre the giant, cause i remember he’s like HUGE and stuff and my brain automatically goes to andre the giant

ok let’s get back to the story

these duos you come up with darke are PHENOMENAL— duke and boone, jack and raffa, jesse and ari, zac and belov AHHH LOVE IT

oh god boone is having a bad trip

when i read this part in the sneak peak i almost had a heart attack cause without context it’s so much more scarier

omg doctor raffa pulling through

seeing him go from laid back to serious with his work and just getting lost within his work is so AMAZING AND I LOVE THAT FOR HIM

“High as hell?”

“High as fuck, my dude,” she corrected

stop because this right here had me CACKLING

nooo boone don’t be sad please look girlie you have to visit (f/n) some time soon

ok but why did the girls coming in genuinely give me whiplash

i was so invested in this moment and as if i were REALLY in the room with boone and duke the girls bursting in made me do a double take

BELOV STOP DONT THINK LOKE THAT BOONE WOULD NEVER ABANDON YOU PLEASE

darke you’re killing me i can’t

why must you give everyone tragic backstories i can not keep doing this every week

oh… oh… the team… it’s slowly starting— OH OHHHHHH THIS IS PERFECT

no one’s gonna listen huh? well it looks like you’re gonna have to take matters into your own hands >:))))

zac don’t be afraid of boone she won’t bite— actually… i take that back

oh OHHH-

i love that moment when it clicks

YES YES GO ZAC GO

YEAAAAAAA I LOVE IT GO ZAC YOURE DINT GREAT SWEETY

Belov whispered, glancing to Boone with a grin. He's doing it.

she nodded, patting him on the shoulder before they both disappeared around the corner. He's the only one.

i feel like a proud mom rn

the awkwardness :,)

boone babes i wish i could give you a hug rn

everyone here deserves a hug

ok question: how long has it been since they brought ghost back to the states??? because if memory serves… she was unconscious for like 14 days?? i think??? so if that’s the case… how close are we to her waking up?? how will that play out??? will we get to see it play out?!

oof sorry like belov said only one question sorry for the onslaught of them :,)

“You wanna get to a family man?” She asked, with a smirk, “What the hell do you think you go for? His heart.”

uh oh 😀😀😀

OHHHHH DARKE THIS WAS SO GOOD!!! and when you said in the scripting aftermath post that we’re getting close to the climax?! ARE YOU FRRR?! i am not ready for all of that but i am also so excited!!

THE SOLDIER & THE SPY

SEASON 2 : EPISODE 6 — THE APPRENTICE

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“Eyes on Glitch,” he said, glancing over his shoulder and putting his pistol back in its holster. Belov knelt down, his eyes flicking quickly over Boone.

She was wearing the same dress she had been the night before but her hair was a mess and her makeup was smudged. She was rocking slightly, staring into the distance as goosebumps pricked at her skin.

“Беда?” He asked, slowly reaching out to her, “What happened?”

Boone didn’t answer, continuing to look blankly ahead of her. Belov placed a gentle hand on her knee, wincing back as she jumped away from him with a yelp. He pulled away from her, a frown stretching across his face as he moved so she was looking at him.

“Беда, it's me. What's going on?” He asked softly, his brows furrowing as she stared through him, “Посмотри на меня, сестричка—” Look at me, little sister.

He paused, the words pouring from his mouth before he could stop them.

Little sister.

— “Прости, Кристофер. Ты не должен был возвращаться.” I'm sorry, Christopher. You shouldn't have come back. —

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[harryfeatgaga]

the european mtv awards are on sunday!! i cant wait to watch and see if harry wins something because if he does we will get an acceptance speech video with his short hair!!!!!!!!!!!

OMG PLEASE THAT WOULD BE LOVELY

Anonymous said: Yo I really keep seeing people saying we won’t get results till NEXT WEEK And I’m like huh?????? Also Paige you can maybe relate to this but waiting on the election feels like waiting for the cast list to come out, I was like, I’ve felt this feeling before and I realized it’s literally the same feeling☠️

GOD I HATE IT HEREEEEEE AND BYEEEEE IT DOES

Anonymous said: I'm here checking Nevada's numbers constantly and it legit hasn't moved in like 2 days wtf!!

GODDDDDD my mom was just looking and said it seems like they counted some more and bidens gap got bigger!

Anonymous said: Got a new phone = free Apple TV membership for a year ... but is there anything good on there?

omg really wtf no one told me that with my new phone tbh I have no idea whats on Apple TV

[saturdaysintheswamp]

Sounds of The Swamp

While attending a game at Ben Hill Griffen Stadium, a very noticeable characteristic is the noise within the stadium. From the Gators Marching Band to the fans screaming their lungs out the noise never seems to stop. 

The beginning of every game begins with a hype video to set the mood for the day. A video filled with highlights and players familiar to the fans and ending with the infamous phrase ‘Only Gators get out alive’ as the team takes the field. 

Mick Hubert, the play by play announcer for the team excites the crowd in calling the Gators out of the tunnel by uttering the iconic words “Hereeeeee come the Gators!” The crowd erupts into cheers as the band plays on the field and the team runs past. 

Before every game starts, a designated person comes to midfield to perform what is perhaps the most beloved of all chants: “Two bits, four bits, six bits, a dollar, all for the Gators, stand up and holler!” 

The Two Bits chant holds a significant place in many fans' hearts, as the man responsible for creating it, George Edmundson, died recently. Edmundson led this chant at every home game for over 60 years and will forever be a legend to the Gator community. 

Throughout the game, The Pride of The Sunshine Marching Band leads the stadium in many traditional chants such as Gator Bait and Get Up and Go. As the fourth quarter begins, fans lock arms and sing “We Are The Boys” before then switching on phone lights and singing the lyrics to Tom Petty’s “Won’t Back Down” A tradition started after Petty’s passing in 2017. 

Sources: https://floridagators.com/sports/2015/12/10/_traditions_.aspx

Photo taken by Cory Mills.