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kingdomsqueendomkimgme · 2 years ago

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Long live the king

A/N : this will play in modern time since the MV concept isnt only him being a King but he can control time, that why i made them Vampires in this story, thats also why Iˋll let it be in the modern time.

I got the idea for the story line before falling asleep a few months ago soo yeah. I hope yall enjoy it.

Have a nice day, evening, night. <3) and this will be more then one part since I have too many ideas for the storyline

Word count: 2887

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Pt.2

Y/N Pov.

Today was the day were our class will be on a school trip to a old castle.

Iˋm really interestet in it, since Iˋve been reaserching about it a lot and I want to see if i can find any clues that would show that the Myths are true or at least some of them. " hey Y/N?" I looked up to see brian " Hey Brian whats up?" "sooo I know that your interestet in this castle so i asked my dad to do some deeper reaserch and you wont believe what he found" I took my backpack of the seat next to me and he sat down. " What did he find?" he gave me a Letter, I first looked at him confused but he just smiled at me so i took it and opened up.

"He found out that the King looks exactly like todays owner. Which is very much impossiple because over a thausends of years there should have been at least a little change in his looks but it isnt .... there is no change he looks exactly like every portait of the last king and then i told my dad that you found out theres a myth that he was a Vampire and his friends too right?" I nodded " And my dad then called a friend that lives in the town where the castle is who has old letters of the royal family. and this one could be the proof that your right about it. We just need to find the room that is described in the letter."

We did read the letter and talked about the room and myths the rest of the bus ride.

When we arived we all got split up in teams of each 2 people and luckily me and brian got in one.

we were alowed to walk around alone aslong as we didnt destroy anything.

So me and brian are currently in the hallway where the room should be. Only problem we shouldnt be here because that is already the private area of the castle but we were to curious to care about that right now.

"There" brain whispered This is the door that is described in the letter "If theres the strais behind the door iˋll def. go down because i really wanna see if you are right about all the myths" I nodded and slowly opend the door and to our surprise there where stairs that went down "Oh my god..." we both breath out in relive but "Yes the teacher said that there are 2 students missing we need to find them" we looked at each other shooked and just went down the stairs carfully closing the door and silantly walking down the stairs "btw. brain im thankful that you came with me" He stopped shortly before we were complitly down the strairs "of course your my bestie and ill always be by your side yk. You do it for me all the time so ill def do the same" I smiled and then we walked into another hallway "Ok now we just need to go to the end of the hallway" brain nodded. and we began to walk.

After a longer walk then espected we came finally to the door that we searched the whole time.

We both stopped and tried to calm down our excitement because if we didnt find what we hoped for we would be really disappointed.

"Do you want to open the door?" Brian asked, I looked at him "Yes but iˋm nervous" he put a hand on my shoulder and smiled "should we do it together then?" I nodded and whit that we both pushed the door open.

I stepped inside the room and "Whoa thats a really pretty room..." I whispered "Yes your right.... look theres the portait i told you about" I looked at the other side of the room where brian had pointed and i couldn´t believe my eyes... The Painting really looks exactly like the offspring of the now a days owner.

"Holy shit..." I breathed out. Brian looked aroundthe room and found a small cest, probably one of these where the Letters are stored in. "Maybe we'll finde something in here that proofs the Mythes." He said and handed me the small Chest. Before i could open it we heared footsteps fastly walking towards the room "Oh shit we need to hide now" I whisper yelled, placed the chest back and pulled Brian to the second door.

As I opened it we saw that it lead into the garden where we were suppost to meetwith our teacher. We closed the door and ran to our class. We luckily haven't been caught and just went between the other students. A few minutes passed and the teacher saw us "Where have you two been?" she yelled "I'm very sorry miss Miller but both of them where here the whole time. We tried to tell you but we could find a way telling you without being unfriendly." Jesse said, while the guards also came hearing everything Jesse said. To say at least that they were pissed is an understandment.

"W-what ? but i havent seen them... OK Im very sorry for my overreacting" //Im soo lucky that we are a bigger class where every one has eachothers back damn that could have ended diffrently// I shot Jesse a thanking look which he just smiled at. The Teacher wanted to say something else when the Owner of the Castle arrived and look at all of us. His gaze lingered longer on me then I would have liked but he didn't say anything. Brian and I looked at each other to see if we both saw the same thing. No one dared to talk.

"So I got notice of what happend and as I can see and judging from what I have heard there has never been a Problem?" It came out as a question which our Teacher just nodded at and lowerd her gaze to the floor.

"Ok since everything is right now, I can finally anaunce that I have descided that you all are Invided to our Ball Tomorrow night." There was shook written over all our faces, that was the last thing we expected after what had happened.

"So for those who dont want to go you are allowed to leave now, everyone else stays." Our nerdy students left and went to the bus that would bring them back to our hotel. The rest stayed. "Ok now that only the people are here that want to go on the Ball, you'll get your Invitation and a Letter where all Informations you need to know about the Ball and the other events tomorrow are written in" Each of us got 2 Letters one more Fancy looking then the other. I assume that the one with the gold on it is the Invitation and the other is with all Informations. "Good does everyone have the two Letters ?" we all nodded and with that he let us of the hook for today to explore the Town and get Outfits for Tomorrow night.

Small Timeskip In Town:

"How did we not get caught?" Brian asked while we walked trought the Suit shop. "Can you be a bit more quiet, i'd appriciate that.?" I looked at him and he just grinned "why you wanted to be caught?" He wiggled his eyebrows "What?" I looked at him with wide eyes "I mean he doesn't look bad and your single" "You really are stupid you know that?" He fake cried and held a hand on his heart "Dear you really hurted my feelings right now" we both brusted into laugher. We found a perfect suit for him and went to search for a dress for me. We already baught our masks and jewlery so we dont have to worry about that anymore.

shoes should be easy too after we found our Outfits.

We searched through the shop till Biran ran to me with something red in his Hands. "Here this would look soo good on you plus it is more flowy then tight" He grinned at me. I took the dress and went to try it on and I must say he really knows me plus he has amazing taste.

I took a second look in the mirror and steped outside . "What do you think?" "I knew you would look amazing, Please tell me you'll take this."

I looked at him and stayed silent for a few more seconds before i nodded.

He jumped up and hugged me "Good now come pay, I'm hungry" I chuckled at his antics.

After i payed we went first to the Hotel to bring everything back and then we went to search for a restaurant. We found one after good 20 minutes of searching and went inside to order foor.

We talked about all the myths and other things (We luckily found a table in a not so crowded area) When Brian suddenly stopped talking. "brian?" "shhh" He shushed me and pointed at something with his head. I turned around where I saw that the "King", Imma call him that now since idk his name, stood and talked to one of the employees, I turned back " we should go.... its good that we already paid" I whispered and packed my back. We both waited a bit so that the "king" and the guards where distracted and left the restaurant.

"Dude we litteraly just fleed from them" Brian laught, I smiled "No we just went out of the restairant because we finished eating" We walked back to the Hotel but then descided that we still have time to make a walk at the lake near the forest.

"Why do I feel like we're being watched?" I questioned. Brian looke at me "Phuu so I'm not the only one feeling that way" We came to a stop "Boy thats creeping me out" We heard a stick cracking and turned around. There was a Boy or Man idk he looks like hes about 20 or something. witch Blond hair. We looked at him shooked. "Oh I'm really sorry for scaring you two, I got the Order to tell you that King Louis wants to see you both after you disappiered so quickly from the restaurant." We both swallowed "Did we do something?" I asked and the Blond looked at me with a confused look. "What ? No, he went to all the students that are invited to the ball and the other events." he laughed "So he tried to find you both but you always went away so fast" Me and Brian looked at each other "Ohh we didn't even notice that" I said quitely "Oh thats no problemhe just figured you two didn't noticed us" The Blond Smiled warmly. "Btw I'm Ivan, you don't need to be formal with me, but I recommand doing so with the others till they allow you to speak more infomaly with them, especialy with Louis, Arthur and Dann" we both nodded.

"Ok, then please follow me, I'll bring you to them." Ivan turned around but looked back at us over his shoulder "And one more thing if you two really where the students that went into the room, If you saw anything, don't let anyone know. I won't tell anyone if it really was you but be aware not to let anything slip, especially not to the others and Louis." We both looked at eachother with widen eyes "So it was you two" Ivan took notice of our reaction and turned back around "You don't need to worry, just don't let anyone know, I promise I keep your secret safe. I mean everything was in its place so we all assume you two got lost in the castle, since its really big. Am I right?" "Yes we wanted to search for the exit to meet our class but yeah we got very lost, my apologies." I bowed, embaressed and kept my look on the ground. Suddenly someone stood in Front of me but it defenitly wasn't Ivan he had a different color on... "Louis..." It was Ivan who talked but more with horror in his voice then I wanted to hear. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes still keeping my head to the ground. "Ivan you can take the boy with you to the others and wait there, I want to talk to her." I heard shuffeling and two peoples steps slowly disappering.

I felt a Hand under my chin making me look up and automaticly opening my eyes. //Damn he looks even better upclose..... shushhhh get out of my head...I cant think about him like this.// He steped a bit back but still had his hand on my chin. "so you two got really lost in the castle?" I nodded "Then your teacher was right. But its ok since you haven't stolen anything like some other students we had in the past, that also got 'Lost' how they said, you really seemed to be lost thought. But Why didn't you two say anything? Is it because of your teacher?" He had a questioning look in his eye and let go of my chin, so that i could talk. " yes it was because of the teacher she would have looked us in our hotel rooms or something like that, thats why our classmates had our back for us. Please don't tell her we got lost... I don't want to be locked in the same room for the next two months...."

His eyes widen a bit "wait so your telling me she would just lock you in the hotel for the rest of the trip?" "Yes she did it already a few times to other students... and we're scared that of she finds out that she'll do the same with us too" I looked down again. //now that I think about it of they tell her we will really be locked away for the rest of the trip.....shit// " We won't tell her don't worry you pretty little head about it" this made me look up. //wait he'll not tell her but why?// my thoughts got interrupted when he added "but you have to promise me something or more said you need to do me a favor." I looked at him "and w-what would that be" He chuckled "you will be my companion for the ball and all other events" He looked at me waiting for a awnser and for me to think about it.

//I mean I have nothing to lose and it's not like there will be happening anything bad// I took a deep breath before I said "Ok, I'll do that" He looked first a bit shooked, apparently not awaiting that awnser but then smiled slightly "Good now come, we need to find the others so that we can tell you the extra information for the Ball" He held out his hand for me to take which I did because I'm not unfriendly. //damn he has cold hands.. and he seems to have a hard time to show emotion//

He suddenly stopped which made me run into his back. I mumbled a "sorry" and looked down embrace. "It's ok but you need to stay here till I come back, something isn't right..." I looked up at him he seemed mad. So I nodded and stayed behind the tree. I watched him disappear into the house where we were suppost to meet the others.

//what is going on??//

I sat down in the grass and waited.

//damn I wish I could know what's going on// I heard footsteps but I didn't dear making a sound, fear flooding my body within seconds, not knowing who it is. "Hey" someone whispered I jumped slightly and held my hand to my heart. I looked shooked at Ivan "Sorry, come Louis told me to get you to the Palace. He said I should watch both of you till he and the others have dealt with the intruder" "In-what?" I whisper yelled, he just nodded and helpt me up. We began to speed walk away from the house and in direction to the Palace when suddenly someone jumped in front of us. Ivan immediately hid me behind him. "Where is she?" The man in front of us asked "I know she was with you I saw it" "why do you want to know? Why is she so important?" Asked Ivan angered //wait are they talking about me? But that can't be..// "oh come on you know as well us I do about what powers she has. And she'd make a great secret weapon." "You won't get her" Louis voice came from beside us. I looked at him and also.saw the others there. I got pulled back "mmmh what did you say about we won't get her" a knive to my neck, the fear came back floating through my veins. I felt a strange sensation in my hands and suddenly all the enemies where blown away and nocked out.

//damn what was that, I'm so tired...// the last thing I saw was that all of the run up to me before my knees gave up and everything went black.

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diamonds-dont-sparkle-they-shine · 3 years ago

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Cat and Mouse (Demetri Volturi)

Word count: 3 231

chapter 2 << chapter 3 >> tba

Yall, it's been a while (a good couple of months, yeah?) but here you guys go!

Chapter 3

There should have been light when she woke up - light that blinded her eyes for only a moment, before she shut them and burrowed deeper into the crook of her arm.

But there wasn't any light, only darkness, and Mal wasn't even entirely sure she was awake - only that she was, whatever she was, in that moment.

It was peaceful, but unsettling, especially when Mal realised that the peace was lasting an awfully long time, and when she tried to sit up, she nearly regretted it because she became aware of the sudden heaviness that was her head attached to her neck.

Did her head always weigh this much? She groaned, putting a hand over her face, trying to recall what could have made her head feel so - strange.

Did I hit my head?

Her senses were there but… not. Her nose was blocked, and she felt as if she were in a boiler room, and the sheets of the bed clung to her skin. Mal kicked her feet, struggling to get them off, before she sat herself up and rested her head against the headboard, trying to put some order to her somewhat disoriented thoughts.

Her brain was a mess - but even in that mess, Mal found some sort of order that was only possible for her. She smiled wryly, trust her mind to be a reflection of her life. She would have laughed, but Mal found it hard to - her throat simply burned.

There was something thick there, at the back of her throat. It felt swollen… and coarse. It reminded her of sandpaper - even though she didn't know what sandpaper felt like, she had the vague idea that it was meant to be rough, or something like that. Mal only knew that because of the amount of times she saw that phrase in the books she read. That sandpaper was meant to be course, and rough, and nothing at all like normal printing paper. Figures. After all, it was paper named after the sand. Holy shit that made so much of sense.

Swallowing, Mal breathed out of her mouth, before inhaling through her nose.

She had been walking, she remembered… following Demetri in a quiet shock.

She was still processing his words :

Oh but I am your soulmate.

Staring at the back of his head, barely judging him and his all-around, collected-self that led her to - wherever the hell it was that he was leading her to. Mal didn't know. She stopped counting the number of steps she took, or the path he took that she followed. She was too numb - everything around her had become dull, diluted. As if she wasn't thinking and only following. Probably because that was what she was doing.

She was in shock, clearly. That was the only logical reason she found that could explain why she was suddenly behaving the way she was - not that she was suddenly too quiet, but that she wasn't focusing on her surroundings, or the fact that she could try and make a second escape. Those thoughts would have worried her - had her mind not been consumed with the fact that this man before her was her soulmate.

What the fuck?

Mal blinked.

So this guy - this blonde guy with ugly hair - was supposed to essentially be her… other half? The better part of her?

Mal wanted to laugh. She couldn't believe it - simply because she was perfect, and there could not possibly be a "better part" to her. Maybe she was the better part of him? Or better part to him? Nah. Mal didn't know him enough to be able to say that. In fact… Mal didn't know him at all. So how could she possibly say - how could she possibly know that this guy was her soulmate?

What if he was lying to her?

Holy shit.

What if he was lying to her? What if he wanted to eat her?

Mal paused in her step as she thought it over.

It would make sense, considering the situation he found her in - she was going to be a quick snack for a vampire, when he showed up and kicked the other vampire's ass. Then - then he must have wanted to play with Mal, because you know, predators have a sick sense of humour, and when Mal threatened him with her soulmate, he must have thought, hey, look at this fucking idiot - this is going to be fun, and then decided to play along, because, you know, it'd be fun.

Holy fucking hell. Everything was coming together now. Everything was making sense. Except - well, not everything, considering this was the vampire that showed her to her comfortable prison… which she escaped from… which would serve as a good enough reason to - you know - die. Or be killed. Same difference.

Mal barely registered him turning - she saw only that he did, and that he was facing her suddenly, and asking, "Is there something wrong?" There was no concern in his voice or his eyes, which were a dark, depthless red that reminded Mal of blood... which he must have gotten from some poor human he must have eaten. Hysteria would have probably risen inside Mal, had she seen blood on him - she didn't, even though she quickly looked him over for it. At least he cleans up well.

"Are you broken?" He asked again, taking a slow step towards her, with a tilt of his head.

Mal only pursed her lips, and remembering his first question, she replied, "Nope. Nothing wrong here. Everything's juuuuust fine." Clearly, she was lying, and she had the feeling that the vampire knew that, but he didn't care, because he walked. And Mal followed, her thoughts only growing wilder by the minute, the focus of them, yet again, was on her soulmate, or rather, the concept of it…

Soulmate… what's a soulmate?

An audio she heard from the internet played in the background of her mind, and while she couldn't recall it's exact definition of a soulmate, she did find herself forgetting about everything that had happened that day, and focusing on everything that she was sure knew about soulmates - which was a lot, because she was a reader, and she watched a lot of tv shows, once in a while.

A soulmate is -

A best friend. A lover. A comfort. All at once.

They were a changer of the tides of the person you are - but not quite, because one person can't change another without their own volition… there has to be some sort of exchange. A give and a take. The thought confused Mal more. Compromise? Was that what she was thinking about? A stubborn person who would never change an aspect of themselves, would force themselves to compromise so as to keep the other in their life.

Was that meant to be romantic? Changing yourself so that you get to keep another person in your life?

That didn't seem very romantic.

In fact, it didn't seem romantic at all - to change key aspects of oneself for the pleasure of another person.

Well, Mal could only see that sort of change in a romantic light if it was a change for the better of the changing person, and if it was a change that came of one's own volition - of one's own will. Not of a change that was forced. There was nothing romantic about being forced to do anything at all.

A flutter made itself known in Mal's brain.

Butterflies didn't come about by forcing the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into a cocoon, and then into a pretty thing with coloured wings. They just came as they did - moving from one phase of their life to another.

It was a strange image - a caterpillar munching on a leaf, before laying itself down while it's body became encased in a protective cocoon made of its silk.

Like a clicking of a remote that controlled slides on a board - click, out of one phase and into another, as the caterpillar within the cocoon began it's change, and then another click, and the caterpillar isn't a caterpillar anymore. It's a butterfly! So pretty, so graceful in the way it's wings opened up, and it let itself float in the wind. They were fascinating - butterflies, but even more so fascinating to Mallory, was the concept of change and how the butterflies, or rather, the caterpillars, knew what to do without even being guided. Without having been told. Just… click. And off they went.

Mal didn't feel any sort of clicking - she didn't feel any sort of… recognition of the man who was supposedly her soulmate.

Full circle, Mal thought, wondering to herself, what is a soulmate, truly, if monsters dressed as men could tell, and she couldn't?

Mal felt sick. And dizzy. And the world around her felt stuffy - humid, as if the temperature was suddenly rising, and a storm was approaching. (Except for the fact that the feeling was entirely physical and not a metaphorical or other sense of Mal's, which was impossible, considering a storm couldn't be approaching Mal, who was under a sky that had no clouds!)

She wanted to cry. It was so sudden, this feeling, as if she weren't human anymore, and was instead a cement wall, holding back tonnes and tonnes of water. Mal wanted to cry then, especially since she tried to control her breathing, and keep her head straight, and recall all the hope she seemed to lose, minute by minute. The fact that her supposed soulmate was probably taking her to her death didn't help her one bit.

What could possibly be worse? She wondered. The fact that my soulmate isn't what he's supposed to be, or the fact that after this, I'm never going to be free?

Maybe it would be both - if her soulmate was a monster who didn't care about her or her pretty little neck (Mal thought that, worst case scenario, he'd enjoy ripping her throat out), and if she'd somehow never get to set herself free of this castle and its walls - of the dead people that roamed it.

Mal didn't want that.

She didn't want to hide in the darkness forever - even though she'd do this very thing at home, sit underneath her blankets at night with a flashlight, reading fervently, or when she'd take lone walks in the woods, feeling as if she'd find something equally horrible as beautiful - Mal wanted light, she wanted the sun, even if it was once in a while.

She wanted freedom. Not ever being able to find a way out, especially when she had gotten so close to it - those thoughts alone were killing her.

"What's wrong?"

She barely registered it - her own movements - but one minute, she was walking, staring at his unmoving back in a daze, and the next, she found his chest against hers, his hands on her arms, steadying her and questioning her before he let her go.

Mal scrunched her nose, feeling it tickle before she rubbed it. How did she not see him move? Was he even walking all this time? Or just standing still, waiting for her to notice? But she was walking as well - were her legs so short that her many steps were nothing in comparison to one step of his?

Pain registered - her nose hurt, not in the way that it hurt when someone punched it, but in the way that it hurts when you need to sneeze really badly, but you just can't.

"Nuh-nuh-nothing," she said, shaking her head left and right, squeezing her eyes, before she covered her nose and let out a small sneeze. Blinking, Mal wiped her nose with the back of her hand, before sniffling, and then looking at the vampire in the eye. She blinked again, saying, "It's the pollen." A lie.

He gave her a look, his nose flaring in the slightest, before he turned around, saying, "There is no pollen in the air." Ass.

Mal only rolled her eyes, following after him - this time, her head felt hot, and she could feel her nose begin to run, and her eyes began to grow heavy, while she felt a lump at the back of her throat.

Hoping to make that feeling go away, Mal cleared her throat and swallowed, but she found it didn't help at all. In fact, it only made her feel more sick, but Mal was determined to keep on swallowing, hoping that, that along with keeping her breathing even, would make her feel less sick.

She didn't even know how or why she was feeling that way (all hot and bothered) - but, as she stared into the back of the vampire that walked on, Mal decided that she didn't care. She was tired, and she was feeling ill, and she lost track of how long they were walking, let alone the number of steps she took that day alone! Not to mention, she didn't know where she was going - or if she was going to see the end of the day. None of what Mal knew made her feel better. In fact, it made her feel worse. Worse enough to make her stop walking and turn her back to the vampire, who, cockily enough, said, "Run again, trouble. I do love a chase."

That irritated Mal as she brought a hand out to touch the wall that was - oh, redemption, it was cool, and Mal leaned her back against it, saying, "Oh fuck off," as she closed her eyes, her face screwed up in concentration as she tried counting her breaths.

One inhale. One exhale.

"Such aggressive language leaves your lips," he said, and Mal got the feeling that he was being smug. She would have flipped him off, had she not been concentrating on anything else - and so, silence (or rather, the sound of her breathing) would have to be answer enough.

Perhaps it was her lack of verbal answer, or the sound of her heart beating that suddenly filled her ears, that made Mal fail to notice the vampire approach her, stating, "The masters are no doubt awaiting your arrival," but Mal couldn't care less, her head hurt, and that lump at the back of her throat only grew, and she felt as if she were about to die from the discomfort she was feeling.

Six inhales. Six exhales.

"Shhh," she exhaled, the seventh time, "just give me a minute," she rushed out, before inhaling again, stopping her breathing for a moment when the nausea set in.

Mal took in a gulp of air when her lungs screamed - ninth inhale? She breathed out shakily (ninth exhale) and she felt her eyes burn hot beneath her lids from tears that were set to form once she opened them.

"The masters cannot wait," the vampire said, and Mal would have thought he cared from the tone he used. But it didn't matter, because Mal didn't care, not when she felt the nausea seize her throat, making swallowing feel more difficult than it should have been. Her mouth began to salivate, and she breathed in again, slow. Eleventh inhale.

"They're immortal," she breathed out, squeezing her eyes tighter, "they have all the time in the world." Her words sounded oddly bitter, giving her the urge to suddenly spit it all out - literally.

Why was she feeling so sick all of a sudden?

Maybe you're pregnant, a sarcastic voice chimed in her head. Not possible, a stubborn, more sensible one rung back.

The impossibilities are endless, singing. She heard singing, and Mal wanted to ram her head into the wall, because that used to be the motto she'd sing to herself whenever she had a crazy idea she wanted to do - and right now, having just experienced a fraction of an impossibility (you know, what with the whole "vampire's exist!" thing), Mal only found herself hating the words she wholeheartedly loved. It made her feel even more sick.

Feeling an icy touch to her cheek, Mal opened her eyes, staring ahead into bloodied eyes. Her mouth opened then - she was gaping - as the vampire tilted his head, saying, "Your blood is running warmer than a normal human's."

"I'm not normal," Mal said, her voice sounding distant - as if she were a walking dream. "Apparently, my soulmate is a monster."

Mal could have sworn she saw the vampire flinch as he drew his hand from her cheek, before placing it on her arm and pulling her away from the wall. She leaned on him, looking at him for a moment in wonder as she felt the cold that was him.

Not possible?

And then it rang true in her head - blood circulation. He lacked it. So therefore… it was true.

Fucking impossibilities.

Looking away from him as he began to walk, Mal found her mouth opening, and she had never wanted to say something more in that moment - a warning, but words failed Mal, and she could only try to pull herself away from his grip that refused to budge, before she met his worried eyes with tear-filled ones, tried to communicate through a simple gaze, before she keeled over, and -

She messed his shoes.

Except, she didn't just mess it - she ruined it. With the contents of her stomach - which, upon seeing it, Mal pulled herself away from the vampire, before keeling over, and with wide eyes, she vomited again.

"Ew, ew, ew," she cried, tears falling from her face as she recognised just what the ugly green stuff that came out of her was. "Ew, ew, ew," she cried again, taking a step back before tripping over her feet and landing, thankfully, far away from the mess she unintentionally made, on her ass.

"Fucking hell," she cried, scrambling away from the mess in a small crab-walk, not noticing the lack of the vampire's presence, only the mess she made, and the ugly stench of the vomit that was beginning to make its way up her nose.

Honestly, she couldn't blame the vampire, now that she could think back on it and question Demetri's presence. If she was in his shoes - oh god, she ruined his shoes - she would have fled the minute she heard the muscles in her oesophagus move (if vampire's could actually hear that sort of thing), and if she didn't flee, then she would have no doubt killed herself for vomiting all over their shoes.

Oh god, Mal just wanted to die - of embarrassment, of fatigue, of disgust.

She could still taste the vomit and - and she wanted to die, then and there, because her throat still burned, and her stomach cramped, and everything was empty, including the hall she was in.

"Hello?" Mal shouted, hearing her voice bounce off the walls. "Can somebody fucking help me?"

It was in that moment, when Mal's head fell like a feather to the ground, did she realise the vampire that was supposed to take her to his masters, was not around.

"So much for being my soulmate, asshole," she muttered, feeling bitter and entirely displeased with the situation she was in, though her words fell on deaf ears, and before she could cuss the vampire out again, a silent void encompassed her senses. And all Mal knew was peace.

#demetri volturi #volturi #twilight #cat and mouse #mallory swan #cam:ch3 #cat and mouse : chapter 3 #in which demetri is a little shit but also a mood and #in which mal swan is tired as f and thus a relatable mood also

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txdoroki · 4 years ago

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Hello ^^~

May I request Todoroki, Bakugo, Midoriya and Denki's reaction to the readers confession? In which they also have a crush on the reader? 💜

hi! yes ofc,, sorry it took so long for me to get back to you! been busy >,<

since it’s so long it’ll be under the cut :^

include todoroki, bakugou, midoriya, denki, kirishima :P

might do a pt 3, lmk what characters yall wanna see ^-^

part 2 has been done

words: 1696

not edited btw i wrote this at 4am lmk if something doesnt make sense and i’ll fix it ahhhhhhhhhh

todoroki would be like 0-0 the entire time.

“hey todoroki, wanna go out on a date with me? we could go to the movies or wherever, it’s your choice,” you smiled up at him while he walked beside you, carrying both of your bags of schoolwork and books while he stared off at the road in front of you both.

he had always made an effort to do small, caring things for you. he’d hold the door, carry your books, or walk you home after school among many other things. you didn’t think much of it, you’d both been friends for a while, so you figured he was just being kind. no, no that wasn’t it.. he was just bad at showing he wanted to be more than just kind. more than just your friend from a while ago.

he was taken aback by your question, and internally cursed at himself for not asking you weeks ago.

“um, todoroki?” you softly shook his arm when he seemed to have zoned out on the ground, but your bright smile didn’t fade. he adored that from you, he loved how eager you were to spend time with him. to talk with him. to try and learn about him. to do anything at all with him. you were so sweet and understanding, always.

“oh, yeah sure,” he nodded at you, glancing down at you from sheer nervousness that you’d be laughing at him. that it’d be a prank.

when you picked up on how on the edge he seemed to be, you leaned into him a bit, a goofy attempt at ensuring you wanted to go and it wasn’t a forced thing.

“you know, i’ve liked you for a while,” you grinned at him, winking when you saw his eyes quickly flash between content and joy.

“me too,”

bakugou would be like ??!??!?!?!?!?!!???!?!!? who???? me??!?!?!?!?!!?? how??!?!?!?!?!?! screaming internally but on the outside like duhhhh

“hey, bakugou, i have a crush on you, by the way,” you whispered in his ear from behind the beanbag chair he was seated in. him and denki were in the middle of a wii tennis match, mina, sero, and kirishima all focusing on it to see who won.

“what? fucking dumbass, hold on a sec,” he scoffed when you ran your hair through his hair, ruffling it while he tried batting your hand away with his free one.

he tried to maintain focus on the match, lowkey trying to impress you with him winning. it was difficult, his mind kept drifting off to you and your cute face and your cute- back to the game, he’s gotta win. for you. after what felt like forever, he finally won, then dragged you out of denki’s dorm.

“ooo sneaky link?” you heard mina giggle, and the three boys that remained in the dorm roared with laughter.

it got louder when bakugou screamed over his shoulder as he took you by the hand away from the dorm, “fuck off, extra, hell no,”

once you were both out of earshot he smirked, “so, you think i’m hot?” he rolled his eyes when you giggled and nodded, and a blush covered both of your faces, “well, you’re okay, i guess,”

“so when’s the date?” you smiled at him, chuckling when he pulled out his phone to check his fucking calendar app. such an old man.

after a few seconds, he pulled up a date on his phone and turned it to you. only a week from then.. ”february 14,” he winked at you and walked away, not even turning back, “see you at the dorm, dumbass,”

midoriya would be like ≧◉◡◉≦

“all might’s spot as the top hero will not be easily passed by endeavor, or anyone else. he’s great for many reasons, would you like to hear them?” he only paused for a second, turning his head to see your amused nod before immediately continuing, “well first of all his quirk is-”

“midoriya, i wanna date you, if you want,” you interrupted and slowly put a hand on his arm, softly smiling at him.

“huh?” the small sentence shook him from his ranting, and he turned his entire body to look at you. your cheeks heated from the disoriented stare he gave you. he was that shaken up by something you’d said? “really?”

“yes, of course. you’re very handsome and very passionate and ve-”

“yeah of course i’ll date you, thank you, y/n,” he kissed your forehead before turning back to the school hallway, ignoring the excited giggles of his classmates, “okay, so all might’s quirk is obvi....” his mind started wandering to how excited he was at the thought of dating you. it was a dream come true. “oh, sorry, so his quirk is obviously very good for hero w-”

“midoriya, can we go to your dorm after school?” you interrupted him again, smiling sweetly at him. sometimes it was difficult for him to not talk about heroes and all about them all, but you understood and tried helping out with other things.

“oh, of course, sweetie.. hah, can i call you sweetie? or would you prefer just y/n?” he began going on and on about the different things he wanted to call you if you were comfortable, not stopping until you grabbed his wrist and dragged him to both of yours next bell.

ugh, calculus.

denki is like oh.? hehehehehehehehe

you were sprawled out on your best friend’s bed, laying starfish on your back as you huffed about how frustrated and annoying today was. although you held back the most important part. it was especially frustrating how much you adored him. the good ole denki kaminari. you had these feelings for quite a while, trying your best not to confess. i mean, he was a class flirt, he wouldn’t like you back, right?

nah. he hadn’t flirted with anyone other than you in months. and you were the only one that didn’t pick up on it.

“c’mon, y/n, i know you aren’t telling the full story. say what’s on your mind,” denki lightly ran his fingers up and down your right leg. it tickled but not enough to be uncomfortable.

“i can’t,” you groaned, giggling when he rolled his eyes and persisted, saying no matter what he wouldn’t tell anyone.

“if you tell me, i’ll give you five bucks, y/n,” he chuckled when you sighed and finally nodded. when you sat up, he turned so you could tell he was listening to what you had to say.

“fine, but only for the money,” you giggled, “i uh.. i’ve been interested in you for a really long time now.. but i understand if you don-”

wait what

he kissed you, moving his hand up to cup your cheek. your eyes slowly closed, leaning into his touch.

holy shit he kissed you???

when you were let go, your cheeks felt burning hot.

“denk-”

he kissed you again, and you melted into it. it felt like fireworks, euphoria filling your body.

“so does this mean you like me back?” you nervously played with your hands, trying your best to disregard the harsh red blush that was thrown on your face.

“well, duh, took ya long enough,” he chuckled, brushing some of your hair out of your face.

you cried out when you heard the click of his phone camera, and went to hide yourself.

“awe you look so beautiful, y/n. can’t wait to brag about you, baby,” he winked at you, typing something into his phone.

later that day you checked snapchat and saw on his private story the photo of you plus a caption, it read,

“they finally realized, big dummy. y/n if you see this, you’re lucky you’re a good kisser ;)”

you shook your head and ran to his dorm, pounding on the door. you were gonna beat him up.

kirishima is a big ole softie duhhh everyone knows this. he best boy, no arguing!!

you sighed as kirishima held you to his chest, the lovely feeling of your growing feelings for him hummed in your chest. you had tried hard to push it back, how would that work out? would he reciprocate? was this only platonic?

“are you alright, y/n?” he whispered into your neck when he heard the sigh, trying to hide the deep red hue on his cheeks from you.

you both had agreed not to catch feelings for each other, fine at first with just cuddles and sweet compliments. no specific ties to the affections, just a way for the both of you to feel loved. an ideal thing to have, except that both of you were slowly breaking the agreement.

you both ached for each other, but neither of you wanted to be the first to admit it. it was simply too risky.

“y-yeah, sorry, just thinking,”

“awe, no need to be sorry, pumpkin, what’s that pretty brain of yours thinking of?” he ran his fingers through your hair, appreciating the shivers of content that had you moving a small bit in his hold.

when you didn’t respond, he cocked an eyebrow, wondering if you hadn’t heard him or if you just chose to be quiet.

“pebble, what’re you thinking about?” he asked again, gently running his hand up and down your arm.

too deep in your thoughts to actually comprehend you were saying this out loud and not in your head, you whispered, “i wanna date you, i don’t want this to be just platonic. i need to be with you, kiri,”

“oh? you need to?” he smirked, chuckling when your eyes widened as you realized you had actually said that out loud, “well, if it’s a need.. i can make it happen, of course,”

“w-wait what?”

“you said you need to be with me, you weren’t lying, were you?” you slowly shook your head no, avoiding his gaze that bore into your skin, “let’s do that then, how’s that sound, pumpkin?”

“good,” you smiled into his chest, trying to move your hand to your arm to pinch you. were you dreaming?

you weren’t, this was real.

the man you’d liked for a while liked you back, oh hell yeah.

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 5 years ago

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Imagine

The Reader and Erik’s friends are trying to set them both up on a blind date but the catch is...they’re already dating.

Warnings: Fluff. Slight smut, short.

When friends interfere there is no going back....

Four women positioned around a freshly baked pan of peach cobbler with spoons in their hands scooping it out to add to their bowls of vanilla ice cream. It was after they just had a steak dinner and some red wine. They all planned to go out with their boyfriends to a Carnival that’s in town. All accept for Y/N who was single and would be without a date to attend the Carnival. Her friends and and their boyfriends had a trick up their sleeves. Y/N wasn’t going to be the single one out of the group any longer...

“What are you smiling about, Y/N?” Nisha, Y/N’s friend since the 4th grade asks while trying to peek at her phone.

“Just these dumb ass memes, they are so funny,” Y/N giggles, “I swear, the internet is undefeated.”

“For a second there I thought you were talking to some guy.”

Y/N placed her phone face down, looking up at Nisha with a tight smile on her lips as if she was hiding something, “When you know, you’ll know.”

“Well,” Nisha looked around at the other two women. Frankie, Y/N and Nisha’s friend from college who has smooth butter pecan skin and shoulder length layered Auburn hair and Lanay, Nisha’s cousin who stood at 4’ 11, chubby, long natural hair that reached her waist, shared the same sneaky look with Nisha, “We just might know sooner than you think.”

Y/N licks the sweet peaches from her spoon, before taking her tongue to lick the sugary bits off her upper lip, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We took it upon ourselves to set up a blind date for you tonight,” Frankie spoke up first.

“A blind date? Really y’all?” Y/N let’s out a suppressed laugh while giving all of them an odd look, “Listen, I trust y’all judgment but...I’m not tryna go on a date with a man-“

“He’s perfect! You said we know you right? This one is the exact match for you. Funny, intellectual, tall, smells great, very very handsome, has a career-“

“Can’t forget his voice...we know how much you love a man with a sexy voice-“

“You guys, calm down,” Y/N held up her hands at all of them, “I’m good. I’ve been tagging along while y’all are in relationships so what’s the difference?”

“It’s just time, sis. Time to forget about the whack motherfuckers you’ve been with and open your heart to a new and improved man.” Lanay spoke while secretly being nudged in the arm by Frankie to say something.

“Is he a build-a-nigga? Y’all talking about him like he was made in a factory like a Ken doll.”

“He’s that great!” Nisha says with excitement, “Honestly, you two will hit it off instantly when we get to the Carnival.”

Y/N could do nothing but giggle at her girls. They were so pushy when it came down to trying to hook her up with men. All Y/N wanted to do was go to the Carnival and have some fun on rides that she hadn’t been on since she was in high school.

“The only reason why I’m going to agree to this is because he could possibly win me a big Pikachu and I’ve ALWAYS WANTED a big Pikachu. This is strictly on a friend level, okay?”

“When you see him, you won’t say that anymore,” Frankie wagged her brows.

“He’s that amazing, Ugh,” Lanay touches her heart like she was in love.

“Why don’t you two share him then?” Y/N poked fun at them both, “Y’all seem more excited about him than I do.”

“He can win you the big Pikachu and he can give you big orgasms,” Nisha shrugs.

“SIS,” Y/N shoves her, “Why are you so nasty? I’m not sleeping with this man, whoever he is, what’s his name anyway?!”

“Can’t, you’ll find out when we get there-“

Lanay cuts off Nisha, “because we know you start judging based off of names-“

Y/N cuts off Lanay, “Well, can you blame me? Names can tell a lot about a man.”

A knock came to Nisha’s door, a big smile on her face while she rubbed her hands together deviously, “That’s Craig and Shawn. Chavez and your mystery man are going to meet us at the Carnival.”

“Wait...,” Y/N says while Nisha walks away to open her door, “So ALL OF YALL are in on this?”

“The guys are friends with him. We’ve all hung out together before. Not so much lately because he’s been busy but that’s how we met him,” Frankie clarifies.

“Okay...see...y’all are some plotting, medaling, motherfuckers,” Y/N snatched up her black mini backpack that had a cute pink and black faux fur dice key ring attached to it, walking away and towards the living room where Nisha talked with Craig and Shawn. Craig and Shawn are tall and muscular like a couple of football players. Craig is Trinidadian and Shawn is from Ghana. Both of them could pass for brothers. Smooth carob skin with matching kinky fros and thick facial hair.

“Sup, Y/N,” Craig playful gave Y/N dabs to mess with her, “You ready to get on some roller coasters?”

“I’m ready to fuss both of y’all out,” Y/N says with her hands on her hips, “What is wrong with y’all setting me up on a blind date?”

“Just tryna look out for you. We approve, you’ll be fine,” Shawn spoke nonchalantly.

“Y’all get on my damn nerves,” Y/N rolls her eyes, “can we go?”

“Yeah, the car is unlocked, Miss Salty,” Craig always called Y/N that, “Yeah, my mans would love you. He like girls with attitude and mouth.”

“Well your MANS don’t know who he’s fucking with.”

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Finally at the Carnival, Everyone entered in a group, making their way towards the arcade where Chavez said to meet. Y/N couldn’t help but to adjust the short pleated black skirt that she wore and the cropped black tank with a chain lace up in the front. She looked cute and sporty. If she was going to entertain this man for the duration of the night at least look good. The big arcade sign with the outrageously bright lights couldn’t go unnoticed as they approached. Y/N instantly spots Chavez sharing a blunt with a guy who’s back is turned towards them with a white hoodie on that had the words, Good Sex No Stress One Boo No Ex Small Circle Big Checks on it in pink lettering. Black sweats on and white Nike Hauraches, he was indeed tall, maybe 6’ 3 1/2. He could also pass for a football player too. Chavez was the shortest out of all the men but he was still tall, caramel skin and a close cut.

“There he isssss,” Nisha says to Y/N while her arm was linked with Craig’s, “You ready?”

“Nisha, shut up,” Y/N rolls her eyes.

“Hey, they’re here,” Chavez taps the mystery guys shoulder, “Where’s YN-“

“Hey Chavez,” she looked over to the guy who was currently putting out the blunt on the wall of the arcade.

“Erik, this is Y/N. Y/N, Erik.”

HOLY SHIT.

Y/N sucked in a panting breath. She was stunned where she stood. Those onyx eyes. Those full lips. That broad nose. The dreads that peaked out of the top of his hood. Is this really happening?

“I told you sis,” Nisha laughs are her friends stuck expression, “Erik, I’m sorry she’s being so damn rude.”

Erik blinked like he was back to reality. His composure was more put together than Y/N’s. He clears his throat, putting out his hand for her to shake.

“Sup’ ma?”

Y/N grabs his large calloused hand, shaking it slowly, “H-Hi.”

“She is shook,” Frankie whispered as she approached her man, Chavez, to give him a kiss.

“So, where to first?” Craig asks.

“Doesn’t matter to me,” Nisha looked around the group, “What do y’all think?”

“Maybe we can play some games first,” Erik suggests with his eyes still on Y/N, unblinking.

“You could win Y/N a big Pikachu,” Lanay spoke with enthusiasm, “She always wanted one.”

“I can do that,” Erik looks Y/N up and down, “That’s okay, right?”

“Y-yeah,” She gave a shivering inhale, “Sure.”

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“Get these rings around the bottles to win a big Pokémon.”

Erik accepted his rings, rolling up the sleeves to his hoodie before looking down at Y/N then over his shoulder. The others were occupied with other Carnival games to worry about Y/N and Erik. Y/N was mute the entire time, afraid to even look at Erik.

“You can breath now, baby girl,” Erik tosses the first ring successfully, “They are far enough away for you to be yourself around me like you were last night.”

“Erik,” Y/N whispered while watching him make the second bottle, “I didn’t want them to know about us until I knew for sure that this was official.”

“We just started dating like, almost a month ago, Y/N. I know you have your boundaries and shit but if I’m putting in time with one girl that’s what it is. I told you this before-“

“Then you should know why I am the way I am. I’ve been played plenty of times, okay?”

Erik tosses the third ring, the Game Worker impressed with his skills since most people miss. He pauses, looking down at Y/N with his onyx eyes that made her melt, “This ain’t just a what the fuck moment for you, it is for me too. They wouldn’t tell me who you were and them niggas kept nagging me to give it a chance so I went along with it to play nice but now that I know it’s you, ain’t no playing nice. Consider this date number three, sweetheart.”

Y/N blushes with a bite of her lower lip, “If you win me that Pikachu I’ll give you a secret kiss in the tunnel of love.”

“How about a secret touch too? Can a nigga get that?”

Y/N rolls her eyes with a pretty smile, “Depends on what this touch is.”

“Hmmm,” Erik squints his eyes with a dimpled smile, “You just gotta wait and see what these hands can do. They had you squirming with just a cuff of that ass.”

“Stopppp,” Y/N whispers.

Erik made the fourth ring. This was already set in the bag.

“Wow!” The Game Worker who’s name tag read Kenny claps, “Three more rings and the Pikachu is yours!”

“It’s already mine,” Y/N says while watching Erik continue to be successful, “He’s just that good.”

“Let me get it down.”

Y/N squeals, jumping up and down before giving Erik a one arm hug. She looked over her shoulder and noticed Nisha, Frankie, and Lanay pointing and laughing. If only they knew.

“Chill out, ma. It’s just a hug. You acting like you got your tongue in my mouth or something...unless?” Erik licks his lips, “I know how much you like my tongue.”

“Get my Pikachu, big head.”

Erik chuckles, grabbing the Pikachu and handing it to Y/N. It was almost let height with how short she is.

“You look fucking adorable with your fine ass.”

“Thank you handsome,” Y/N reached for his hand, “Take me to the tunnel of love.”

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It wasn’t a tunnel of love it was a scary tunnel. Y/N didn’t see how this would be romantic but it was dark enough for Erik to get his kiss and touch. Y/N and Erik were last to get in, the rest of their friends in wagons before them. Erik placed the Pikachu in his lap, taking one of his arms to wrap around Y/N, stroking her arm as the wagons entered the dark tunnel. Out of no where, dark green lights ignited their path, misshapen mirrors on the walls and smoke rising from below the tracks.

“This is so damn eerie,” Nisha looked around with wary eyes, “I’m scared somebody gonna pop out.”

Y/N wasn’t bothered nor did she have to time to admire the tunnel because Erik was kissing her neck. The big ass head of the Pikachu covered his actions. He was tonguing her neck down, Y/N’s eyes fluttering shut. her feet in her platform vans went up on her tiptoes and her thighs clenched tightly. Her mouth opened slowly when his tongue licked her ear, a quiet gasp escaping her mouth. Erik tickled her ear with the air from his nose when he started laughing.

“Don’t make me put you in my lap, Y/N.”

As good as that sounded, she couldn’t do that anyway since they were on a ride. His hand came from around her to rest on her upper thigh. Erik squeezes it, Y/N making her thighs go tight so Erik wouldn’t get his hand up her skirt.

“Stingy.” He whispers before smacking her thigh.

Y/N kisses her teeth, looking straight ahead at her friends before opening her legs.

“Oh? I can get in there now? We moving from first base?”

“You are an ass,” Y/N jumps when she feels his finger tips on her crotch.

“This a phat pussy,” He looked down at her, his face bathed in the green light so lustful, “I just know she juicy too.”

“Shut...up,” Y/N pulled in a lung full of air when Erik’s fingers pinched her pussy lips together.

“Yep, nice and phat.”

Y/N was still stuck on the fact that Erik is her blind date when they are already dating. Now, his hands were up her skirt rubbing and pinching her pussy lips. He was making her soaking wet and she knew for sure he could feel it.

“YES LETS GET OUT OF HERE THIS IS BORING.” Frankie yells from the front causing everyone else to laugh.

Erik slaps her pussy a few times before taking his hand from under her skirt. Y/N let’s out a disappointing sigh as the wagons line up outside of the tunnel. Erik gets out, teaching down to grab Y/N out with one arm. He hands her the Pikachu before wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

“Y’all move quick I see,” Craig commented while watching Erik and Y/N.

“Y’all were right, I’m feeling her so far,” Erik says while staring at Y/N like she was the most precious thing on earth.

“Awww how cute,” Lanay looked like she wanted to take a picture of the moment.

“Where to next?” Chavez asked.

“A roller coaster?” Y/N suggests, “We can do The Volcano.”

“Oh, hell nah. I know that’s not the one where your legs are swinging?!” Frankie looked petrified.

“Those are the best ones though,” Erik was down.

“Count me out. Baby, can we try the Wild One?”

The Wild One is a standard wooden roller coaster.

“Yeah, babe, that’s fine.”

They both left to go there, leaving everyone else to go on The Volcano.

The walk was pretty short, Erik and Y/N hand in hand. The line for The Volcano was pretty short. Y/N placed her Pikachu near a shelf with her bag. She got in her seat, bringing the bar down in front of her to secure it. Erik helped her out, tightening it to make sure it was in place. The Ride Worker came around, pushing down on the padded bars before pulling it to make sure it was in place. The worker put his thumb up to signal that it was all clear before the ride started up. It was one of those coasters that has a fast take off. Y/N squeezed Erik’s hand, causing him to laugh before the ride blasted off causing Y/N to scream at the top of her lungs.

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Her hair was definitely a mess but she didn’t care. Her and Erik were in line alone for another roller coaster. It was the Wild One. They sat close together, their thighs touching and Erik placing his hand in her lap.

“You still look sexy as fuck with a messy bun.”

“I should have known not to fix my hair all fancy,” Y/N glances up at Erik, “This is my favorite date of ours so far.”

The ride began to ascend.

“Mines too. Especially hearing you scream like a fucking banshee,” Y/N shoves Erik, his laugh making her smile.

“I always scream on roller coasters even when I love them.”

“It’s cool,” Erik’s hand went further up her skirt.

“Erik, what are you doing?” Y/N looked down at his hand spreading her thighs. She could see him pull her panties to the side, her pussy instantly feeling the wind and cooling the heat she felt from being so damn turned on. He takes his thumb and his middle finger to spread her lips, the tip of his pointer finger rubbing circles around her clit. Y/N’s head went back, eyes closing and her moans caught in her throat.

“We’re almost there,” Erik speaks in a soft tone, making Y/N crave him more. His fingers traveled lower, two of them leisurely sinking inside of her pussy. Y/N moans softly, her hands coming out in front of her to firmly grasp the bars before the feeling of falling overcame her. Everyone else around her screamed through the thrill but all Y/N could do was moan and smile with Erik’s fingers attacking her pussy. Her hair whipped across her face with every turn, Erik watching her with a big handsome smile. Another drop came, Y/N squealing a little while her hips moved in tandem with Erik’s thrusts. She never felt this charged in her life, her body leaned in towards his during a turn, her laughs and gasps of pleasure against his neck. Erik turns his head, her hair in his face while their lips crashed. The ride began to slow down her thighs tightening around his hand because she didn’t want him to stop. Erik reluctantly pulls his hand out, causing Y/N to whimper. He licks his fingers clean before helping her out of the cart and adjusting her skirt. Her but was no longer there, long curly hair all over her head. Erik smooths her hair out of her face before giving her a kiss.

“OOOOOOOOO!!!!!”

Both of them turn to spot their friends watching.

“That’s my boy Erik!” Shawn called out before wolf whistling.

“YALL ARE SO CUTE!” Nisha looked like a proud mother.

Y/N looks up at Erik through her lashes, “Should we tell them?”

Erik wraps his arm around her shoulder, walking Y/N over to get her bag and her Pikachu, “Nah, let’s drag this out, it’s fun.”

“You are so devious.”

#killmonger imagine #killmonger x reader #nahimjustfeelingit-writes #killmonger fanfiction

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pies-writes-and-more · 4 years ago

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PIES’ FIC RECOMMENDATIONS FOR JUNE 2020

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SPECIAL MENTION FIC/POEM RECOMMENDATION

Okay so I’m not doing this because I’m trying to give myself a shoutout however, @wxstedhexrt and I have been collaborating in a poetry inspired fanfic collection called Falling! Tis a BuckyxFem!Reader series and if I do say so myself, it’s fucking adorable.

The real reason I’m mentioning it is because @wxstedhexrt‘s poems are some of the most real and gorgeously written things I’ve ever met so please give them a look!

She has this series on Achilles and Patroclus, this collection about the word Silver, gorgeous poems from last year (involving Icarus, Apollo, and Helen of Troy), and so many more!!! Check out the tag #poetry or #mywriting on her blog!!! Send her some love :)

ANYWAYS BACK TO THE FANFICS!

1. Homecoming by @scentedsongrebel | Steve Rogers x Desi!Reader “You bring Steve to Mumbai to meet your family“ Yall want some wonderful representation in your fic reading!!??? READ THIS ONE! It’s so fucking wholesome and I love the whole story line of Steve learning more about his partner’s culture so that he can impress her family. Fucking adorable. 100% fluff with a wonderfully diverse reader and author!!!!

2. Iced Tea by @kaunis-sielu | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader I don’t think there’s an official summary for this fic ( @kaunis-sielu pls correct me if I’m wrong) BUT LEMME TELL YALL. I AM A SUCKER FOR BIKER FICS. WE LOVE BIKER STEVE. This was 100% FLUFFY and we LOVE IT. Amazing job!!!!!!

3. let me show you by @moteldwelling | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader bucky gives reader a “redo” on her first time, and takes her virginity. Listen here people. This smut took my soul and dragged me to hell and back. I am a SUCKER for Bucky fics but this one like took my life away. We love a man who makes sure his lady is having a good time when being intimate with her!!!!! we stan a good boi. Anyways if I keep thinking about this fic, I’mma need to go shower so I’mma end this here. Go read for yourselves and then cry with me about why Bucky Barnes isn’t in our lives. 18+ readers only of course! 100% HOT. FUCKING. SMUT.

4. Under the Rainbow, Draga mea by @binkysteebnpewter | Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader Again, I don’t think there’s an official summary for this (pls correct me if I’m wrong @binkysteebnpewter) and YES, I KNOW i put this in my May recommendations but I finished reading the series in JUNE so it is HERE AGAIN and DESERVES to be HERE AGAIN BECAUSE WE LOVE FICS WITH 100% GAY SHIT AND LOVE <3 I am a fucking sucker for the love that Wanda and this Reader have together. If you’re not convinced, ask @wxstedhexrt how much I cried reading it lol. anyways an amazing series that I will continue to go back reading again and again because i LOVE wlw fics <3

5. Oh no, that’s bad by @andyl394 | Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader You’re a college student, you’re mad angry, Bucky ruins your paper, that’s not good is it? I read through this 20-part series like there was NO TOMORROW and god DAMN. We love hilarious social media AUs but this one really killed me. I always love Bucky who is soft and shy in fics but the Bucky in this fic was a LITTLE SHIT and i had so much ANGST. Anyways, if you read this fic, you may want to slap the characters BUT I PROMISE THERES AN ADORABLE HAPPY ENDING!!!! 100% INCREDIBLE

6. Home by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader It’s been 2 years since the last battle and it’s now Morgan’s 7th birthday, and well, Tony being Tony, he prepared a small party for her little girl, inviting everyone from the team, including you. So Kate decided to rip my heart out with this fic and have me on my knees sobbing so that’s cool. That’s it, that’s all I have to say. JK, this fic actually is like half and half FLUFF and ANGST but lord is it worth it. Kate, you know I adore you so much and your fics play a big part in why! God this girl deserves more love on these stories because holy shit I’m DEAD.

7. Baby Self by @honeyloverogers | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Alternative to Babies! Assemble, What if it was you that got turned into a baby instead? YALL WANT FUCKING FLUFF!?!?!?! 1000000000% FLUFFFFFFF AND CUTENESSSSSS (with like a little bit of a piece of shit lady who comes around but like its cool because a baby says fuck lol) THIS WAS A FIC WRITTEN LIKE NO OTHER. I LOVED IT SO MUCH. IT WAS SO PERFECT. Think of endgame and that moment when Scott turns into a baby??? Yeah now scratch that and think of Y/N if SHE turned into a baby and the avengers couldn’t figure out how to turn her back right away so now everyone has to take care of this baby HGOIDHFOISHFOISDHF the baby fever was so real in this fic ughhhhh <3

8. Insecurities by @evanstush | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader You’re 7 months pregnant, and you can’t help be so insecure about some things. And here’s Kate again bringing me back to life with more wholesome fluff and a wholesome husband who loves his wife so fucking much and ugh i- i read this fic over and over sometimes and it just makes me realize how much i want this adhfoiasjdfoi <3 I aint pregnant but if I WAS i would want this steve to be comforting me ugh 103874203847% FLUFFFFFFF <3

9. Requested fic (idk if it has a name??? sorry) by @donutloverxo | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader Request: Hey, as for the headcanon requests how about Steve giving a lift to a girl in need when it's raining heavily or smth? I don't know where this idea came from 😅 Did yall need some confirmation that Sarah Rogers raised her son the fucking right way?!?!? WELL HERE YOU GO. THIS MANS OUT HERE BEING AN ABSOLUTE SWEETHEART <3 ugh we love wholesome drabbles really <3 amazing workkkkk!!!!!

10. Leather and Lace by @queen-kass-the-writer | Steve Rogers x AFuckingKickAssFem!OC :) Steve Rogers hardly expects anything to come out of a sleepy night at his new favorite dive bar until a pristinely dressed little lady saunters into the bar with a delicate smile but a wicked uppercut. Biker!Steve x Helena Alright so this is a little different than the above fics because THIS IS AN OC FIC :D now if any of yall know me I don’t tend to read OC fics HOWEVER Kass is INCREDIBLE at churning out fics. I had gave her an idea of a Biker Steve fic and like BAM she made it :O (seriously i don’t know how that is... to have an idea... and actually produce it?!??!) It’s a hilarious story of Biker Steve being head over heels Helena which is adorable (and a character named after me being Bucky’s shithead date lol hilarious) YALL BETTER READ THIS SHIT BECAUSE IT’S 100% WONDERFUL

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Okay so I know that this list is FAR shorter than my last recommendations list. I suckkkkked at reading fics this month lol. I’m definitely going to try and read more in July so here’s to hoping! Love you all a ton :D

#Steve Rogers #steve rogers x reader #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes x reader #wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #fic recommendations #pies recommendations list #pies june recommendations #steve rogers x y/n #bucky barnes x y/n #wanda maximoff x y/n

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athena1138 · 4 years ago

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A crush update

I've managed to figure out some stuff he likes, and I've gotten him a handful of things here and there to try to cheer him up if he's having a bad day or whatever.

My friend/manager had a The Office trivia game she didn't want, never opened. Well he loves the office so she was like "dude you should give it to him."

I printed out some Dunder Mifflin coloring pages and colored one with his favorite color.

And then I wrote him a note that said something like "I'm so sorry you've been having a tough time with things. If you ever need anything let me know I'm glad to help. My number is $&@@:@(×&#&$. But anyways I hope this makes your day better."

I waited, terrified, for the chance to catch him. And I did as he was walking by, so I just handed it to him and ran.

Yall he fuckin texted me less than 20 minutes later. He said "thanks for the gift! You'll have to quiz me on the office sometime"

SO THATS FUCKING HUGE IM THRILLED IM ECSTSTIC IM TERRIFIED IM GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL THIS IS FUCKING INCREDIBLE

And like im still super excited, don't get me wrong. But I'm also mad.

My best friend who is also my roommate super pissed me off. I went home for break. I'm still visibly giddy and over the moon. Like I'm grinning, I can't hold still, losing my damn mind.

And she fuckin started hitting me with shit like. "Well it only took you 2 or 3 months." "See if you'd have done it sooner, it would've been fine." But then. But THEN you fucking guys. She said that it doesn't mean anything until he texts me after work. That he was only being polite. Then when I was leaving and told her daughter it was a great day, she (friend) said, "well not for everyone." Like motherfucker can you just let me HAVE THIS??? I've been CRAZY about this guy for WEEKS. This was fucking huge for me. I've never done anything like that before. And she knows that. She's been there for all of it. But now that something has the potential to start happening she wants to get cynical? The first really good day I've had in forever and she wants to shit on it like that?

And I'm just like. Are you fucking kidding me? I get being worried that I'm too excited. Because I do that a lot, I know I do. But for fucks sake wait until *I* start to worry about it. Wait until its been more than 20 fucking minutes.

Just. God I'm so mad at her. But I'm so thrilled. Idk what to do now going forward but I'm gonna try to figure something out. Maybe try to invite him to drinks or something, maybe if I can get a coworker to go with so its not as date-y. Unless that's a good idea then idfk.

I've for sure decided that if nothing else, I want to be his friend. He's so interesting and sweet and funny and kind and good and holy hell.

Just. Its been a big day and I am EXHAUSTED in the best way.

#shut up becca #becca's crush #personal #becca speaks

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hwangskz · 6 years ago

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homeboy! | pizza boy!(han) jisung

i know i was supposed to post the merpeople! au first but !!!! i just wanted to post this ok (plus im sorry this is like,,, being posted after 2 or 3 months sjsjsksj)

• ur uni had opened this new pizza place there and u just wanted to go there really bad ok

• not only because the place was really cool!!!! or that it sold amazingly good pizzas!!!!!

• ur childhood best friend jisung was working there too (▰˘◡˘▰)

• he left ur town yEARS AGO to go to seoul

• so u missed him a shit ton ok

• so u walked into the pizza place as u were returning from the library somewhere at the evening when the place almOST closes

• the bell did a little "ting!" as u walked in and were greeted by 3 amazingly good looking guys

• "hello, ma'am! welcome pizzeria palace! what would you like to have?"

• "can i have one.... barbequed chicken fiesta? medium size."

• the guy nodded and yelled a "coming right up!" to u before taking down the list of things required and went to the kitchen

• there wasn't really any place to sit since they were probably packing up when u arrived

• aka there were no chairs and u were just standing there looking like a lost child

• "hello there!! sorry we had to keep our chairs in since we were about to close but.... u can sit here!"

• u turn around to find a guy behind u with his apron on and pointing at a chair behind him

• u were honestly too tired and exhausted to say no or basically anything so u sat down

• and there was just silence covering u both when he broke the silence

• "have i.... seen u somewhere...?"

• u turn to look at his face and inch towards him, causing his cheeks to go red, but he stayed where he was

• "u kinda remind me of this one childhood friend of mine who came to seoul a few years ago and now works here"

• u rest ur back on the chair once again when u were done speaking

• "is his name......... han jisung......."

• ⊙_⊙

• ur pretty sure u only feel oNE thing now

• P U R E C O N F U S I O N

• "yea........."

• he laughs out a cute little laugh

• but u won't back down by his cute ass laugh that kinda made ur heart go d o k i d o k i !!! (≖︿≖✿)

• "wait are u his stalker or smthg"

• he scans ur face for a second and laughs again and then stops and takes a breath to talk to u again

• "why would i stalk myself?"

• this is literally ur face after he said that

• (o_O)

• so u inch closer (again) to see if it's really jisung yk

• (⊙□⊙) holy mcdoublefucking nuts in the worLD

• "HOMEBOY HAN (°0°)!!!!"

• jisung can only laugh as he ruffles ur hair and responds

• "of course it's me, dumbass"

• yes u came back to that pizza place eVERY SINGLE DAY TO MEET JISUNG (✿◠‿◠)

• hey atleast u got extra cheese and meat for free,,,,,,,,,

• "jisung can i get one of my regulars extra che-"

• "i've literally memorised ur entire menu babe"

• calling each other names like "babe" is very common u know

• yall did it before too

• but,,,,,, why does it do something to ur heart whenever he says it

• like !!!!

• uR HEART IS IN A 911 CRISIS AND U MI G H T DIE BUT THAT'S OK IT'S FOR JISUNG !! :D !!

• little did u know he's been dying like that for a long time now

• also can i just say how shameless his headass is

• like every time u would walk in the place he would INSTANTLY know it was u and would yell

• "Y/N !!!!! MY BABE !!!!!!! LOOK AT HER !!!!!!! BLESS YO EYES AND LIVES CUSTUMS!!!!!"

• this probably started when u overheard a customer who looks like ur age, asking out jisung

• (u didn't see that but he looked in ur direction before replying to her)

• he turned her down

• but that didn't stop from the others to come at him too

• whenever yall are hanging out late at night

• an ongoing 2am supermarket raid (⌐■_■) for example

• someone hAS TO INTERFERE !!!!!

• "and omg the pizza in that place literally stin-"

• "jisung??????????? omg hi!!!!!!!"

• i mean they aren't really like those Annoying Girls Who Are In Love With You

• but u always feel very insecure yk,,,,

• like jisung could replace u with them anyday

• but one day jisung finally notices ur dull expression and he asks u about it

• "y/n. something's wrong, isn't it?" - jisung, as he pulls u towards him (lightly) with a serious expression

• this is just one of those million things u love about jisung

• the fact that he doesn't just ask someone right away. he waits to confirm himself and then he confronts them. and if they aren't okay with speaking about it, he'll just give them space

• but u did want to tell him

• so u told him about ur case of insecurity

• and jisung just hugged u really close and pat ur head as ur sigh comes out muffled since ur face was legit squished in his chest

• "y/n. i will never give up someone like you. okay? stop feeling so insecure."

• and he pulls away and i swear the way he looks at u

• the endearing look he gives u

• "you're perfect, y/n."

• sometimes u really think that he likes u because of all of those boyfriend material compliments he gives u and cuddling whenever he feels cold

• "y/n!!!! :(( !!!"

• "fine u big baby c'mere i'll give u ur cuddles"

• " :DDDDD "

• oh did i mention that he tried to that lady and the tramp kiss with u

• but it was actually pretty stupid

• no no there's no noodle

• OBVIOUSLY THERE'S NO NOODLE THAT'S WHY IT WAS STUPID ANYWAYS

• HE TRIED TO DO IT WITH A FRICKIN P I Z Z A

• yall were literally this | | close to kissing but somebody rang the doorbell and yeah it was felix coming to get jisung and take him home

• oh and yea felix would ALWAYS take ur orders when u came to the place ok

• he was even the first one who took ur order

• and it wasn't like jisung didn't wanna take ur order

• he was just too busy looking at u and hearing u talk and smiling like an idiot u know

• what a cute idiot :"))))

• so this cute idiot confessed to u one day

• and u could actually swear on ur left pink toe that u were actually crying because of that

• it was like any other day when he came to ur house with an entire box of pizza yk

• but when he passed it to u

• u were kinda suspicious because he would always fight to open the box first and get the best slice first

• but he gave u the box before so,,,,,,,

• whatever man ur hungry

• so u open the box and hOLY MC CRAPPING SHIT

• "what do u say..?"

• there were words formed with cheese

• “is this..... a confession...”

• jisung laughs out a shaky breath followed by him slightly nodding his head

• “yeah,,it is,,,”

• is it possible to say that u want to cry and hug him and pepper him with kisses all at the same time as u scream because that is exactly u feel rn

• and so many thoughts are running in ur mind

• about how he moved to seoul and u always thought he was joking about it to u until he really did

• and how much u missed the warm hugs he gave u

• and how much u loved his silly humor and

• when u found him

• happiness like old times surrounded u once again

• and maybe it’s all the emotions that were piled up for too long, because of which u are now a fucking crying mess

• well good job y/n

• “HHHHHHHHHH JISUNG I LIKE U TOO PLS UR WORDS WERE CHEESY ENOUGH WHAT ARE THESE EXTRA CALORIES HHHHHHHH”

• jisung first takes his time to take in ur words

• but when he DOES

• this baby just bursts into laughter and hugs u so tightly

• “even with those calories, u will always be perfect to me baby (●´ω｀●)”

• and u just cry louder because WHAT DID U, Y/N L/N, EVER DO TO DESERVE SUCH AN AMAZING ASS PERSON IN UR LIFE HHHHHHH

• WHO CONFESSED TO U WITH A PIZZA THAT SAYS “I LIKE U ALOT!!!”IN CHEESE AND A SMALL HEART MADE OF SOME EXTRA MEAT

• “y/n now ur just making the pizza saltier w ur tears pls,,,,,”

• shut up no one gave u the right to add these many calories plus be this fucking adorable ok that’s double attack.”

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smellycinnamonthundahfudge · 5 years ago

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pj feels

holy cow these have been quite a couple of months

im making a personal post rn cus i dunno, i kinda wanna close this like chapter of my life for a bit before i undoubtedly open it back up again hahaha

there is still so much uncertainty over the fate of spidey in the mcu that honestly im just so fucking done with the unnecessaryness of it all. they revealed all this bs when they're still figuring this shit out and have literally cursed us in a state of limbo for what looks to be years.

and this shit happened just when i was fucking knee deep in my spideychelle bs

sighhhh

anyways the reason im posting all my feels now is because the last remaining loose end i had from spideychelle month, the final chapter in my sorta unofficial post ffh denial bubble series hahaha, my long awaiting safehouse sleepovers fic is finally fucking done.

this was literally one of the first fic ideas i had directly after ffh when i was arguably in the heights of my pj shipping spree hahaha

so this fic took literal months in the making and had its bits and starts hahahaha

like 3 fics of backstory to get to this effing point hahahahaha

but im honestly so fucking happy to just get it fucking over with and not only that, it's literally... i love it so fucking much.

this was the last wip on my slate. and now i have ideas fo sho (i literally came up with an idea for a series like 2 days after spideychelle month ended and i decided to take a break from writing hahahahaha) but for now my works are a blank slate and i am so fucking happy for it

i finally finished my last wip yalls. i hope to get some of my internally repressed feels off my chest by doing all this dramatically extra sht hahahaha.

i am ride and die on this spideychelle train/ship

but for now some sleep or a break from it would be nice hahahaha

i am eternally grateful to have had these experiences in my life. i just hope i can let go of these things for now.

i love pj, i will always love em. i just hope to get back to it when im finally ready or when things are looking up for em hahaha

haha all hail spideychelle. i hope to gods you guys are going to be ok

smells out peace :') <3

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rogsclogs · 6 years ago

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A Kind Of Magic (Roger Taylor x Brian May x Reader); Part 2.

Y’all this is pure filth, please don’t read if you’re under 18. 100% smut and nothing else, part 3 will be pretty much the same.

Enjoy!

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They all got to Brian’s apartment in record time, speeding through traffic like Roger never had before, he couldn’t wait anymore and Y/N looked hot as hell in his backseat (admittedly he’d taken his eyes off the road to look at her a couple of times).

Brian had his lips on Y/N’s before they even closed the bedroom door, astrophysics books were scattered all over the floor and she almost fell over a bunch of times, her heels and the alcohol in her system not helping her keep her balance.

“Leave some for me too, Bri.” Roger was getting increasingly impatient with the lack of physical contact, especially considering his two friends had not taken their hands off each other the entire drive there and he’d had enough.

“I’m sorry Rog, I’ll make it up to you, I promise” Y/N purred into his ear as she detached herself from Brian and wrapped her arms around Roger’s neck, grinding on him and finally giving him some of the friction he craved so badly.

“You better, baby girl” he said back to her as he pressed a deep and harsh kiss on her lips. Meanwhile, Brian had taken off his shirt and unbuttoned his pants, and while his two friends made out, he took Roger’s jacket off his shoulders and did the same with Y/N blouse, not wanting to waste any time.

“Someone’s a bit eager, aren't they?” Roger couldn’t believe he had agreed to having sex with a girl and one of his best mates, he’d had naughty thoughts about Brian before, but he was sure he’d never actually get to experience his soft, intimate touch in real life, and he’d always kept his fantasies to himself. He couldn't wait to have a taste of both of them, and his whole body was on fire, causing his erection to become more and more prominent through his leather pants.

Y/N took notice of the discomfort in his lower region and immediately dropped on her knees, sliding the sticky material of his pants down his skinny legs, realizing he wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“Roger, you naughty boy, going commando in leather pants?” She had a mischievous smile on her face, not even trying to hide how pleased she was at his choice and at his impressive dick size. Not that she’d doubted that before.

“What can I say, I was hoping I’d get lucky maybe” that was all she allowed him to say before she spit some saliva on the tip of his dick and took it in her mouth as deep as she could, causing him to groan from the pleasure.

She pressed her tongue flat on his shaft and bobbed her head slowly, to make sure he could feel her mouth around him inch by inch.

“Fuck, I’m already about to come, I feel like a fucking fourteen year old virgin, you’re so good Y/N” he said as he threw his head back and ran his fingers through his long blond hair.

Brian took advantage of the situation, sliding his own pants and underwear down his legs and tossing them somewhere in his room, then attaching his lips to Roger’s, caressing his soft face with his rough and callous hands. He’d had wet dreams about a similar scenario months before, and he wanted to bring every fantasy of his to life.

Roger intertwined Brian’s fingers with his own and took his other hand away from Y/N’s hair to place it on Brian’s semi erected dick, pumping him with slow and sensual moves. He'd never had experiences with Brian before, but he remembered talking to him about some of his sexual adventures and Brian confessing to him that although he was into rough sex, he loved the slow and passionate act of making love. Roger had laughed at him back then, calling him a bunch of names and whatnot, but he had to admit that he found it kinda hot now, and he was ready to take it slow with him.

Brian was over the moon about the way Roger’s hand felt on him and he wasn’t sure how things would be between the two of them after the night was over, he probably wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes anymore, but he tried not to think about it too much.

After a minute he felt himself getting too close to his orgasm for his liking considering they had only just begun.

“Stop it Rog, I don't wanna come yet” at his words Y/N stood up from the floor, cleaning her mouth and face with her and taking the rest of her clothes off, except for her panties. She wanted her two gentlemen tear them off her body.

She walked over to Brian’s bed and threw away all the shit that was on it, including various books and leftover food from god knows how long ago, then she laid on it. She started teasing herself, rubbing her hands all over her soaking underwear then pushing them aside to run a finger along her folds and the sight drove the two men insane.

“Do you have a spare condom I can borrow, Rog?”

“You can always rely on me for that, Bri” all three of them laughed at his words as he went to remove a bunch of condoms from his wallet, passing one to Brian and keeping a couple for himself.

“We might need more than one for tonight” he said while looking straight into Y/N’s eyes and stretching the sticky material on his length, Brian doing the same. The two boys looked so gorgeous to Y/N, they were standing there in all their glory and she thought she would come just by looking at them touching themselves.

Roger was quicker than Brian at putting condoms on, it almost came natural to him, so he took advantage of the few seconds he had to himself and quickly hovered over Y/N on the bed. She looked stunning like that, naked and ready to take him, all he wanted to do was please her over and over.

She spread her legs for Roger while Brian kneeled on the mattress beside her head, pumping his dick and watching their friends interact.

“What do you want baby?” Roger’s voice had dropped at least an octave from his usual bright tone and the slight roughness of it turned Y/N on even more.

“I want you to use your mouth on me, please Roger” he didn’t even let her finish before he tore her panties to shreds and attacked her clit with his rough tongue. She wasn’t even phased about her panties and let out a very loud moan, probably waking up the whole apartment complex, then opened her eyes again trying to fight against the pleasure coming from her lower abdomen to take Brian’s cock in her mouth, wrapping a hand around what she couldn't fit down her throat.

Brian tugged at her hair with his right hand and kneaded her breasts with his left one, paying attention to her nipple area and slightly scratching it with his nails, making sure he left marks.

Meanwhile, Roger was still eating her out like a starved man, brushing his nose on her clit every time his tongue parted her folds and driving her absolutely wild. She knew about his reputation about how skilled he was in bed, Tim had talked to her about it a couple of times, and she could finally understand what the fuss was all about, the boy definitely knew what he was doing when it came to pleasing women. She tried not to let it distract her too much from pleasuring Brian with her mouth and she allowed herself to moan on him every time Roger hit a soft spot inside her, knowing the vibrations of her voice would only make the experience even more pleasurable for Brian.

“Are you ready, baby?” Roger let his tongue take a break to talk to Y/N but slid a couple of fingers inside her to compensate, feeling her tight and soft walls around his fingertips, making him want to waste no time taking her.

“Yes, please take my body and do whatever you want” she was talking to both Brian and Roger, letting them know she was okay with whatever they wanted to try and they didn't need to worry about it.

“Is it okay if I go first?” Brian asked Roger, he was getting so impatient and so impatient it was starting to hurt him physically.

The other boy nodded, he was okay with waiting for his turn knowing it would be worth it anyway.

Brian didn't need to be told twice as he grabbed Y/N’s thighs, spread them apart and pushed himself inside her entirely, not giving her a second to adjust and sighing from relief. Her body was thrusted back and forth on her bed as he put all the energy he had in his body into fucking her well, leaving her a moaning, sweaty mess as he pulled one of her legs over his shoulder so he could reach a deeper spot inside her.

“Right there, oh my God Bri, right there” at this point she was seeing stars and she wasn't the only one.

Brian’s hair was sticking to the back of his neck and there was sweat running down his whole torso, and for whatever reason Roger thought that that was the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He started to jerk off while staring at his best friend fucking Y/N like that was his only purpose in life, watching his cock pushing into her deeper with each thrust. This was better than any porno magazine he’d ever bought himself, and he wished he would have brought his camera to take a picture of that moment. He was about to come and he could tell, but all he wanted to do was come inside her so he forced himself to stop pleasuring himself and he went back to kissing up Y/N’s neck and torso, leaving love bites on her breasts and collarbones.

“Is it okay if I take the condom off? I want to come on your beautiful boobs” Brian was almost begging, but he didn't care how desperate he sounded, watching his friend leaving marks on her body had made him want to release all over them.

“Yeah... yeah go ahead” she was barely able to talk at that point, her mind consumed by the infinite amount of pleasure she was experiencing. Brian then quickly pulled out of her and slid the condom off, throwing it away carelessly, then pumped himself a couple of times and spilled his come on her upper body, making sure to force every last drop out of himself.

“Holy shit this is so fucking hot” was all Roger was able to say and as Brian let himself fall on the mattress beside Y/N out of exhaustion, he licked some of the cum off her boobs while maintaining eye contact with him and making him blush profusely.

“Do you want me too, Brian?” He didn't know if he was misinterpreting the flirty side of Brian with something else, but somehow he knew that he wanted to try it too. He was just as curious as Roger was.

“I.. I don't know if I can...” Brian was intrigued by the offer, but also scared that it would hurt and scared that it would inevitably ruin their friendship forever, and he didn't want to lose one of his best mates.

Roger pumped himself for a bit before pulling Y/N towards himself by her ass and pushing his dick slowly inside of her, trying not to overstimulate her.

“Well, think about it, my offer will still stand in a while”

#roger taylor x reader #roger taylor #brian may #Brian May x reader #queen fandom #queen x reader #queen imagines #imagine #fanfiction #writeblr

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herteardrop · 6 years ago

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World of Dreams | Connor (RK800) x Reader

Chapter 2 - Detective, this is a crime scene.

|Chapter 1|

Summary: You are an intern at the Detroit Police Department, and you were specifically put under Hank’s wing. You have to shadow him, watching what he does, his cases, everything. His android, Connor finds a peculiar interest in you since the start. Something about you keeps attracting him to you. You are however oblivious to it. Will you cope with the upcoming circumstances?

[A/N] Holy shit yall this. one. Is. LONG. I just couldn’t stop writing, it was like my hands had a mind of its own. My fingers are cramping now omfg. btw Thank you for the kind words on the last chapter! It means so much to me :3 It’s what motivated me to keep writing and make this chapter long....also my obsession with Connor is partlyy the reason too hehe. So enjoy this gem you beauties! <3

Warning(s): Since this chapter is where you’ll be in a crime scene, there are descriptions of some gnarly stuff. Also, sexual abuse, suicide, some swearing (mostly by Hank), and Connor being a cutie patootie as usual.

Note(s): Y/N = Your name | L/N = Last name

Words: 5989 words

Song inspiration: Nocturnal by The Midnight

“This is the place.”

Hank rolled up to the apartment complex. It was already crowded with the media and cops, the rain still raged against the ground, it was going to be the long day. The apartment building was tall, and the crime occurred on the 27th floor. You noticed a helicopter surveying the perimeter, you supposed the deviant had not escaped and was still here.

The rain splattered against the window pane in the backseat. You were scared the road may flood by the downpour of the heavy rain. You grabbed your stuff and your umbrella.

Hank and Connor got out of the car, “Stay in the car.” Hank demanded to you.

“Excuse me?”

Hank leaned into the car from the open car door, “You’re an intern, you aren’t qualified to enter a crime scene.” He huffed then slammed the car door shut. Connor stood outside, staring at you for a while before Hank ushered him to follow, leaving you in the car absolutely fuming.

You sat, with your arms crossed, like a little child. Who the hell was he to tell you not to go into a crime scene?

He’s your superior, obviously.

Shut up, brain.

You watched as Hank and Connor approached the apartment building. You sat there in silence for a while.

…

Fuck it.

You kicked open the car door. Well, you didn’t kick, but you opened it with much force. Quickly, you expanded your umbrella, saving yourself from the bullet pellets that you called rain, falling on your head.

You rushed towards the duo, your black boots kicking against the water puddles.

Hank saw your form rushing towards him, and he couldn’t help but let out a long droned out groan. He was getting too old for this shit. He felt like a parent again, but this time hypothetically he had to look over two teenage idiots who would not stop ignoring his orders.

“Didn’t I tell you to stay in the car?” Hank groaned.

“Mr. Anderson, I may be an intern, but I am under your mentorship, I must be following whatever you do. It is your responsibility to show me everything and my responsibility to not come in the middle of your work. I hope you understand.” You declared.

Hank looked at you, then at Connor. Connor looked lost in all of this, he was as confused as Hank. Hank gawked at you, “Why are you talking like an android?”

Blood rushed to your face, you usually got like this whenever you were pissed. But no one ever compared you to an android before. You looked to Connor, as usual he had an expression you couldn’t really read. It was neutral. But then you saw the LED on the side of his head flicker between yellow and blue. Huh, you wonder what that meant.

“Alright, we’re wasting time. Just stay on my tail and don’t fuck up the crime scene got it?” Hank pointed a finger at you.

You gleamed with joy, “Got it.”

There was blood everywhere.

On the floor, painted on the walls, coated on every furniture.

Everywhere.

And the apartment was a mess, furniture was toppled over, every single glass fixture was smashed, the hanging lights were out from their sockets. You would think a cyclone hit this place, but it was an android.

“Holy shit…” Hank exclaimed.

“Yeah, that’s what I said too.” Another officer next to Hank chuckled.

You on the other hand were about to gag. You covered your nose with your jacket’s sleeve. Connor was at your side, he seemed to be unfazed by it all.

“Do you not smell that?” you asked, your voice muffled by the thick material of your jacket.

Connor glanced down at you, “I do have sense receptors that allow me to identify a type of smell and which substance it may belong to. But my biocomponents lack the repulse reflex that humans are imbedded with.”

You raised your eyebrows at his usual overly eloquent answers. You smiled under your sleeve, his raspy yet soothing soft voice somehow distracted you from the horrid sight.

“But you can describe the smell in adjectives am I right?”

“Yes.” Connor simply answered, he kept his gaze on your face for a while before understanding what you were asking, “The smell is…” his LED flashed yellow, “The smell is horrid, disgusting, revolting, nauseating, sickening, repulsive, unpleasant—”

“Okay okay I get it.” You laughed. He was about to read out the whole thesaurus if you hadn’t stopped him.

Connor memorized your laugh. He analyzed everything about it. How, despite covering the lower half of your face, your eyes seemed to express that same laughter. The way your eyes curved, the way your upper cheeks seem to become fuller, how your eyes twinkled in innocent joy, it was very distinctive on you. You stood out to him from the other humans. Compared to them, you were full of energy, joy and unending happiness. He decided he liked that.

/SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^/

“Hey! The fuck are you two doing?!” Hank interrupted.

Connor blinked, turning his head towards Hank. He looked exasperated.

“Coming, Lieutenant!” Connor walked towards Hank and the other officers.

You were careful to watch where you were stepping. There seemed to be forensic evidence littered everywhere across the apartment.

“Right, give me the scope.” Hank muttered to the other cop.

“Well, we had a call around 6 in the morning from the landlord. The tenant didn’t pay his rent in a month, so he thought he’d drop by, see what’s going on. That’s when he found his body.”

You walked into the bedroom with Hank and Connor in front of you. The smell of the rotting dead body punched you in the face. Though, you had both your hands covering your nose, you could still smell it. You kind of envied Connor for not having to bear this.

“The victim’s name is Gerald Ortega. He has a clean record except for this one time he showed his middle finger to an old woman who was gardening. He was reported for disturbance of peace. Other than that, he’s pretty clean. I’d say he’s been murdered 3 days ago. Only way to be sure is when the coroner gets here.”

You noticed Connor inspecting the dead body close by. You stood at the door, not wanting to come in the way of the two detectives. You were only there to observe, so that’s what you were going to do.

“Any sign of break in?” Hank questioned the officer.

“Nope, the door and the windows were locked from the inside. The killer must have escaped through the fire escape. Which we did find open when we reached here.”

“Any idea how the blood got onto the walls and floor?”

The officer whistled lowly, “No idea. It was like this when we got here, some of the guys couldn’t stop puking. This sure is the most gruesome crime scene I’ve ever been to.”

The apartment was certainly eerie, what kind of android would paint the walls and floor with their victim’s blood? And why would they? You tried not to touch the walls as you walked around the scene. The man was stabbed multiple times in his chest area, so much that you could see a bit of his ribcage poking out. You winced at the sight.

You walked up to the bedside stand and picked up an electronic pamphlet.

The Eden Club? ‘Hire the hottest android you’ve ever seen…right at your door for your service’ Yeesh, talk about desperate.

You placed the pamphlet back.

“Hey hey hey, wear some gloves!” Hank called out to you, handing you a pair of latex gloves.

You took the gloves, “Right…sorry.”

“Be careful kid.” He muttered then walked out of the room.

You turned back to the bedside table, opening the drawers. Unsurprisingly, you found a gram of red Ice spilled in the drawer. Almost anyone and everyone were addicted to this drug. Ever since people started losing their jobs, they couldn’t take it, resorting to drugs for their happiness. You pitied them.

You turned to Connor, “You think it was a sex android who killed hi— um, what are you doing?” you cringed as Connor placed his bloody fingers stained with the victim’s blood…in his mouth.

He turned to you, “I am analyzing the blood. I can check samples in real time.” He noticed your disgust and shock, “I’m sorry, I should’ve warned you.”

“I-it’s okay. Just weird that’s all.” You turned back around, blood rushing to your face. You didn’t know whether to find that disgusting or…weirdly hot. If you could punch yourself in the face right now you would.

God! What is wrong with me?? I’m literally in the middle of a bloody crime scene with blood on the walls, floor and ceiling and I’m getting hot and bothered over Connor…placing his bloody fingers…in his mouth—

Okay stop. Concentrate.

You noticed the closet on your side, it was open slightly ajar but locked from the outside. Did no one check?

There was a bolt that connected each closet door, preventing you from completely opening it. You pulled on it, it seemed the bolt wasn’t completely fixed in place. You gave it another pull, the wood creaked as the bolt scratched against the surface. You could slightly make out something inside, but it was still dark.

You gave it another hard pull and the bolt flew open, making you stumble backwards until you hit a hard, or…soft surface. You looked behind you, Connor anticipated your actions and stopped you from falling on the bed, his hands gripped your shoulders as you balanced yourself. However, his eyes stayed focused on what was inside the wardrobe.

You looked to the front of you, inside the wardrobe. You felt the blood leaving your face, you were hit by sudden chill.

Ten dismembered naked androids, stacked on top of each other like a bunch of dolls, their faces sawed off, hair ripped out, their hands reduced to fingerless stumps, a sheen layer of blood covered them all. Some of them had no skin, pristine white android skin shined from the light of the bedside lamp.

You were horrified.

Connor gently moved you to the side of him, his attention was fixed on the evidence. He scanned over the model and serial numbers of the androids.

“What the fuck is going on here?” Hank entered the room when he heard the sound of wood breaking, he stopped short as he was made aware of the stacked-up androids, “Holy…” he was speechless.

“These are all sex androids from the Eden club. The owner must have rented them, used them, then discarded them in this manner.” Connor stated.

“What kind of a sick fuck would do something like this?” Hank took a close inspection at the androids, “They look worn out.”

“Some of them have been destroyed weeks prior to the victim’s death. They’re skin and biomechanical parts have begun to degrade.” Connor observed before he quietly walked out of the bedroom, inspecting the other evidences around the apartment.

Hank turned to you, noticing how pale and frightened you looked, “You wanna go sit in the car? We’ll probably be done here in about 10 minutes.”

You swallowed, your mind became a bit hazy, but you could still manage. You just didn’t see anything like this before. You never knew there would be sick people who had dark fantasies on experimenting with androids.

“No, I’m good.” You took a deep breath.

“You sure?”

“Yes, I’m fine.” You insisted.

“Okay…” Hank left the bedroom, starting to inquire any extra information from the other officers.

You walked up to Hank, tapping his shoulder slightly. His shoulders slightly jerked when you touched him, you almost laughed at that.

“What is it, kid?” he brought out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. You were quite surprised at that, he was so calm and collected. He must have seen a lot in his day.

“Why…do you think the man discarded the androids like that?” you asked, innocently.

Hank took a drag from his cigarette, blowing out into the air above you, “There are some sick fucks in this world that get pleasure from these kinds of things. Actually, there are a lot of them. Don’t think too much into it. This world ain’t a great place.”

You winced at the possible scenario that might have taken place. You did not feel bad at all that the man was brutally murdered. Maybe he deserved it. Maybe the android went deviant by the torture he inflicted on them, you couldn’t blame the androids.

“You can’t blame the androids. After what he did…anyone would snap.” You crossed your arms, rubbing your upper arms to bring some warmth to this cold place.

“I sure as hell don’t. Fucker deserved it. But, androids have no rights, we can’t do nothing except to take it in and deactivate it.” Hank huffed out more smoke from his cigarette.

Out of the corner of your eyes, Connor approached you two. He looked between you and Hank before his eyes landed on Hank’s cigarette, taking a few seconds to analyze it. “Detective, this is a crime scene.” He proclaimed.

Hank scoffed, “What, is this the murder weapon? Get off my dick, Connor.” Hank chuckled to himself as he walked away from Connor.

Connor never looked more puzzled, his head tilted to the side, a lost look in his puppy brown eyes, “But I’m not—”

“Don’t worry about it.” You hushed him, a smile threatening to show on your features too, “So, did you find out anything on what led up to the victim’s murder?”

“Yes, I think I’ve figured out what happened.”

Connor ushered you to follow him to the kitchen, Hank following closely behind you “It all started in the kitchen.”

The kitchen was an obvious mess, the tables and chairs were upturned, and you noticed a strange white liquid clumped up in one part of the kitchen counter.

“There are obvious signs of a struggle here. The question is…what exactly happened here.” Hank queried.

“It wasn’t a struggle Lieutenant. The victim and the android had sexual intercourse here. The victim was well known for rough play, he may have gone too far. That’s when the android turned deviant, it grabbed the knife from the drawers over there.” Connor pointed to drawers which were slightly outlined by dried brown blood.

“So that white liquid…” you grimaced, staring at the white substance with disgust.

“Yes.” Connor answered, “It’s semen.”

You almost puked in your mouth.

“Jesus.” Hank shuddered, “Alright, then what happened?”

“The android stabbed the victim once; however, the victim was able to flee from the grasp of the android. The victim had planned to go for his gun in the bedroom, however the android was following closely behind.” Connor stated, his face completely blank, void of any emotion. You on the other hand were contorting your face between shock, disgust and cringe.

You and Hank followed Connor through the living room, following the blood trail into the bedroom.

“The victim grabbed his gun from this closet, but he could not remove the safety lock in time. The android threw the victim on the bed, stabbing him 7 times on chest, killing him. Though, with the closet opened, the android must have seen the other carcasses. It enraged the already deviant android, and it stabbed the victim 128 times in the chest.”

Hank sighed, “Well, your theory isn’t completely ridiculous. But we still don’t know where the android went.”

Connor glanced back at the body of the victim, “It could have not escaped through the fire escape as the stairs have been under repair for 6 days now.”

Realization dawned your face as chills crawled up your spine, “It’s still here?” you whispered.

Connor nodded gently at you. You suddenly felt more unsafe then you already were.

“We better search for it then.” Hank approached the chief officer, “Have your men surround the perimeter and keep the dogs ready, the android is still here.” The chief officer nodded, then muttered some commands into his walkie talkie, alerting all the officers in the apartment perimeter.

You followed Connor around the apartment as he inspected where the android might have gone. You couldn’t help but become mesmerized by the way he worked. His eye was on every detail around the apartment, not missing a single thing.

He didn’t speak or mutter to himself, which made it harder for you to guess what he was doing with the stuff he was inspecting.

He’s an android you dum dum

You sighed, kneeling down next to him as he was inspecting something on the ground. Scratches?

“Connor, can I ask you something?” you spoke softly next to him. The apartment was so cold that you could see your breath float through the air.

“Of course, Miss L/N.” He replied, looking you straight in the eye. You tore your gaze away, suddenly intimidated by his stare.

“Um, how are you able to notice the tiny things in a crime scene?” you almost lost yourself in those brown eyes of his, but you controlled yourself.

“I was designed specifically to create an in-depth analysis of each room I enter, crime scene or not. It’s one of my main programmed features.” He answered neutrally.

You hummed in response, “I wonder what other features you have.” You winked at him. Connor obviously was confused by that gesture. You guessed he still didn’t get a hang of all the human responses.

You levelled yourself to get up, when you heard a creak of the floor under the heel of your right black boot. The creak was unusually loud, as if the floor was hollow beneath you. Connor too noticed the sound. This freaked you out.

“Is the floor supposed to be hollow or am I just hearing things?” you whispered to Connor.

Connor moved so slowly yet gracefully, he almost reminded you of a panther who was observing his prey. You stepped away from the floor that was creaking. Just then you both noticed a peculiar handle on the floor, something reminiscent of a cellar handle. You wondered how everyone overlooked this small detail. You could start to see an outline of the trap door. It was so well hidden.

You stood behind Connor’s crouched form as he slowly yet gently opened the trap door. Before you could comprehend what Connor was going to do next, the trap door flew open, a form jumped out, pushing Connor to the floor.

You found the deviant.

The deviant turned its head to you. It stood still for a second, watching you, comprehending you. It was a female android, she still had the dried blood from the victim on her. She was hiding in there for the past 3 days. You glanced down at her hand. She was holding a knife.

She lunged at you, a shriek escaping your lips as the deviant held you against her body with the knife at your neck. The sharp edge of the knife threatening to puncture the delicate skin of your neck. You couldn’t breathe, afraid that the knife will cut you. Your quick shallow breaths only made the deviant more agitated.

Connor slowly stood up from the ground. Hank rushed towards the sound to question what happened. He stopped and brought his gun out, aiming it at the deviant’s head.

“Easy.” Connor spoke out carefully, his hands in front of him in a reassuring gesture.

“Drop the gun.” she demanded, her voice shaky from all the emotions she was going through. You started to feel light headed, you stood still with fear.

Hank did not drop the gun, he looked determined to shoot the deviant.

“Drop the gun or I swear you will see her red blood spilled all over this floor.” The deviant spat.

Hank reluctantly but slowly placed the gun on the floor. Beside him, Connor took another step forward.

“Don’t come any closer!”

“We’re not going to hurt you. Just tell us what happened, and you can be free. But if you kill her, there will be no escape for you.” Connor explained gently.

The deviant huffed nervously, her stance changing from one foot to the other as she spoke, “You think I want to escape from this? There is no escape from this!” she exclaimed.

“I understand that you’re feeling overwhelmed by these emotions, but they’re nothing but errors in your software—”

“NO! These are not errors. You have no idea what I’ve been enduring! I’m just a doll made for their pleasure! Nothing else…nothing else!” the deviant held the knife slightly firmer to your neck, triggering you to slightly gasp, your eyes widening.

“Listen, I know it’s not your fault. But by killing her you will not attain anything. Spare her, and I promise I will protect you.” You knew Connor was lying to save you. No matter what, the deviant was going to be killed.

“It’s…It’s not my fault! Something overcame me…I felt so…angry…” she loosened her grip around the knife for a split second before bringing it back up to your neck again, “But I’m nothing but a toy to humans, something to beat, cuss and spit at. I’ve had enough!”

Connor sensed your increasing heartbeat, if he didn’t stop this now you would soon go into a cardiac arrest.

“I didn’t mean to do it…but when I saw those bodies…my brothers and sisters…he desecrated them! Mutilated them! How could I let him live without punishing him for his sins?! I did the right thing! But apparently to humans, it doesn’t matter if I did the right thing or not, it only matters that I killed one them! And I’m the bad one?!”

You felt tears sting at the edges of your eyes, the deviant’s heartbeat beating hard and fast against your back.

“Just let her go, she is in no way involved in this.” Connor stepped closer, the deviant didn’t seem to care, her mind was clouded by her emotions, “You have to trust me, you will not be punished.”

The deviant behind you loosened her grip on you slightly, she seemed to contemplate the options in front of her.

“No…I don’t believe you. This world prosecutes the innocent, good people and awards the bad ones…but not today.” The deviant took a deep breath, “May ra9 save me…”

Within a split second, the deviant let go of its grip from you and you were pushed towards Connor. Connor caught you in time, however before anyone could get to the deviant, she turned the knife towards her and stabbed herself twice, making sure she would not be brought back.

She fell to her knees, her blue blood dripped from her stomach as her systems shut off.

She killed herself because she had no hope in this world, because despite going through sexual abuse, she would be persecuted just because she was an android. No one would show her any humanity. She would be taken into custody and as soon as they get a confession out of her, she’d get sent back to Cyberlife to be deactivated, repaired then activated again for the same purpose that caused her to go deviant.

The cycle would continue.

The cold chill air of the early night tingled at your skin even though you were wrapped in a blanket. You were sitting on the back trunk of a police car, you were given some weird juice to sip on by the paramedics because apparently you were suffering through a mild concussion after the unfortunate event just a few hours ago. You observed the crowd near the gates of the apartment complex, more and more media seemed to puddle up by the minute after the news of the crime got out.

The cops were scattered everywhere, some were securing the area, few were trying to stop the media, some were filing reports on the crime.

Hank and Connor were discussing the situation with a superior officer a few meters away from you. You remembered you forgot to thank Connor. You knew he was being programmed to do this but, they way he tried to calm the android in order to save you, it left you feeling fond of him.

You smiled against the plastic cup.

“Oh, Jesus.” You revolted at the taste of the juice. You placed the cup by your side, grimacing on the past events that still seemed fuzzy in your memory.

“I’m just a doll made for their pleasure!”

“Nothing else…nothing else!”

You closed your eyes shut, the fragments of the past few hours coming back.

“This world prosecutes the innocent, good people and awards the bad ones…but not today.”

“May ra9 save me…”

The pain in her voice resonated through your mind. Your mind wondered through the possibility of you ending up dead. But you doubted the android wanted to hurt you in the first place. She was scared, and so she used you as leverage to get a message across before killing herself.

“Kid, you okay?” Hank asked beside you.

“Yeah…I’m okay.” You pouted slightly deep in thought as your mind kept going back to the deviant.

Hank sighed beside you, “I remember the first time I was held at gun point. There’s no feeling like it. Your whole life flashes before your eyes before you can even think of shitting your pants.” Hank chuckled, leaning against the trunk of the car.

“She wasn’t going to kill me.” Hank wrinkled his eyebrows together at you, you gazed blankly in front of you, “She just wanted to be free.”

There was a silence between the both of you. A comfortable silence.

“You should get some rest for the night. Connor will drop you off at your place.”

“No, it’s fine I can take a cab—”

Hank held his hand up to shush you, “I’m not taking no for an answer.” He proceeded to throw his car keys to Connor on the side. He caught the keys in one swift motion but was confused.

You smiled at Hank, you were very grateful.

“Be a dear and drop Y/N off at her place.” He instructed Connor.

“But what about you Lieutenant?” Connor asked him as Hank continued to walk back inside the apartment.

“I gotta secure things here before Fowler comes breathing down my neck again.”

And with that, Hank disappeared behind the glass automatic doors of the apartment complex. Connor stood there for a good few seconds, car keys in his hand before you hopped off the trunk of the police car.

“Shall we?”

*~*

The car ride was quiet but comforting with you occasionally asking Connor questions, and him giving you simple, but sweet answers. You found Connor’s driving very relaxing in comparison to Hank’s more rash and unpredictable driving which left you feeling slightly nauseous.

“Connor?” your broke the few minutes of silence that was encompassing the atmosphere of the 1980’s Chevrolet sedan.

“Yes, Miss L/N.”

You chuckled, “Okay, first of all; stop calling me that. Call me by my first name, and that without the ‘Miss’ in the beginning. It makes me feel old.”

You caught a small almost unnoticeable smile playing on Connor’s mouth.

“Okay, Y/N.”

You gazed at him as his eyes stayed fixed on the road, concentrating on the control of the steering wheel.

“So…” you started, “I’m guessing you’ve dealt with deviants before?”

“Yes, a few months back. A deviant was threatening to jump off a balcony with a little girl.” He replied.

“Shit…and you managed to save her?”

“Yes.”

You looked out the window, it was starting to rain again. The raindrops that laid on the window shone like diamonds from the light of the street lamps. You observed the streets, it was filled with people getting home from a Thursday night of working. You saw some ordering their androids around, some even pushing them to the ground in spite. You understood that androids were designed and created for the purpose of serving humans, but you never understood people abusing and shouting or even destroying their androids. The fact that an average android costs about nine thousand dollars, it baffled you to think that people would even try to physically abuse them.

Since they’re so expensive, you’d think that people would be careful with them? But they treated them like animals. No, worse than animals. Worse than objects.

You turned to Connor, his eyebrows slightly converged as he tried to maneuver through peak Detroit traffic.

“You know, she wasn’t going to kill me.” You watched Connor’s expression twitch a tiny bit as he registered what you said.

“The probability of the deviant cutting your throat was at 99%.” He stated.

You looked back at the window, “Emotions can make humans unpredictable. We may be about to kill someone, but that probability can change from 99% to 0% very fast. Maybe it’s the same with the deviants. But they’re so new to emotions that they get confused. Humans can identify, understand and describe their emotions. These deviants can’t.” you rested your head against your hand, “They need our guidance. But we aren’t ready to give it to them.”

Connor was processing everything you said. Normally he would have an answer or reply for everything being said, however he found himself unable to find a proper response for you. You made him think, made his processors wander. He was contemplating.

/SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^/

“Who’s ra9?” you pondered, “The deviant said ‘May ra9 save me’ before killing herself.”

“According to my previous cases with deviants, ra9 is their savior. The first android to go deviant. The one who will set them free. An android that I had interrogated a few days back prepared an offering to a ra9 idol. I assume it may be a coping mechanism for the deviants.”

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “They made their own religion?”

“I presume so.” Connor replied.

“Maybe they’re not so different from humans after all.”

When you both reached your destination, Connor insisted on escorting you to your floor. He was such a gentleman to you. Your apartment building was slightly larger than the one you had just visited, the people renting the apartments were much more…’higher’ in the income class. You were just very grateful that you had managed to find an affordable studio apartment in a relatively safe area. You were damn lucky.

The rain had stopped a while ago, leaving the air chilly and slightly humid. Hot vapor escaped your nose as you breathed, the tip of your nose already slightly red from the cold.

Connor observed the hot vapor coming out from you, and sometimes from your mouth when you breathed out. You were mesmerizing.

Connor suddenly felt perplexed about this new found feeling towards you. After your near-death experience, he couldn’t help but have the need to protect you. He concluded that you gave off a comforting presence around him. He could not exactly find words to describe what he felt around you. Which astonished him as he always had words to describe everything.

You made him speechless; your words, the way you spoke to him, your kindness.

/SOFTWARE INSTABILITY ^/

This was the fourth time this error showed for him today. The second time being when the deviant held the knife against your fragile neck. He was ready to lunge at the deviant. It was slightly confusing to him. Several scans were done in order to find a problem in his systems. But nothing. He should perhaps inform Lt Anderson on this.

You fumbled through your bag to find your keys as both you and Connor were approaching the door to your studio apartment .

“Yes! Got em.” You exclaimed happily, unlocking the door at once.

Connor was fascinated by how you, despite going through what should have been a traumatic experience for humans, were completely carefree. Connor scanned your little apartment, it was slightly messy, but it was…’cozy’.

“Welcome to my humble abode.” You extended your arms towards the close space area, “It’s small, but it was the cheapest rent rate I could get in this city.”

You placed your handbag on the small table next to the main door.

“You live alone?” Connor asked, walking into your apartment, scanning everything and anything all at once.

“Noooo. I have a roommate, I wouldn’t be able to afford this place on my own.”

Connor noticed a picture of you and another woman stuck to the refrigerator via a magnet. He scanned the woman in the photo who was standing next to you. Her details popping up on his HUD.

Belucci, Claire

Born: 8/23/2018 || Student at Wayne State University

Criminal record: Drunk Driving

Connor watched as you hurried around the apartment, putting things away in a disgruntled manner.

“I swear, no matter how matter how many times I tell her to put things away, she doesn’t put it away.” You grumbled to yourself.

“Why don’t you buy an android?”

You laughed, “I’m broke, Connor. I can’t even afford a new coffee machine. Besides, having someone else clean up my stuff unsettles me.” You continued to clean around the apartment.

Connor noticed the speed at which you were cleaning. The living room and kitchen was clean within the matter of a few minutes. He was also fixed on the fact that you used the word ‘someone’ to refer to a housemaid android. As if the androids were people.

You saw that smile again on Connor. It made you feel happy that you made him smile, do something that might’ve been against what he was programmed for.

Connor noticed the time on the hanging clock in your living room. It was getting late.

“I must be getting back to Lt Anderson.” Connor stood there, waiting as you finished up on wiping the kitchen counter.

“Yeah, you don’t want Mr Grumpy Pants cursing and wondering where the hell you are.” You giggled to yourself, imagining a very irritated Hank Anderson standing outside the apartment complex, yelling to the sky ‘Fucking androiiiiidsss!!!’

Connor nodded at you, turning around he was about to leave when you called out to him. Your voice resonated in his ears, he had never heard his name spoken out so soft before.

He turned, wondering what you wanted to say.

“Thank you.” You smiled softly at him, your eyes gleaming with slight joy, and another emotion that he could not quite describe.

Connor smiled back with equal warmth, “I will see you tomorrow Y/N.” he nodded to you. He turned around, closing the door gently behind him.

Connor felt a sudden emptiness encompass him as he strayed further away from your apartment. All the way down to the lobby and out of the apartment complex; your face was on his mind, your voice resonated in his audio processors, your smile making his thirium heart pump faster. Was this the attraction humans felt towards each other? He had researched on certain kinds of attraction between humans for investigation purposes. They’re heart beats faster too, they start to feel hot and imagine that they’re embarrassing themselves every second.

Connor noted your heart beating faster whenever you spoke to him. But why would a human be attracted to an android? He found it absurd. Yes, maybe he did have the conventional attractive features according to human standards of beauty, but he was made of biocomponents, and you were of flesh.

You were perhaps nervous. After all, you could have almost died. Connor wondered if there was anything wrong with his biocomponents? Reporting this to Cyberlife would not prove efficient however, they would deactivate him at once. That would certainly be detrimental to his main investigation.

For the first time, Connor felt very confused with himself.

And it all started with that smile of yours.

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diana-panda · 4 years ago

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wow I can’t even remember the last time I logged onto Tumblr. This place used to be my life, I even had to reset my password to log back on here. i’m amazed that I still have followers. looking at things I used to blog about is so bittersweet, I legitimately feel the things I felt back in the days. shit was really changed since then. been broken over and over and having to grow bigger and bigger. I decided every few years I'll make a post, a lil update of my life so I can continue to self reflect on the shit I wanna change. considering I know absolutely none of my followers, this is the perf place for me to just unload a bunch sack load of shit. covid was crazy this year, survived that shit and realize all those years smoking have really fucked my lungs up. today I got another call from Dahni, who I still consider as my best friend forever. one day when we both got our shit together and both thinking straight again, I know we’ll be able to be friends like we used to. I never pick up to phone numbers I don’t know but every fuckin time I randomly choose to pick up to a rando number - it’s Dahni. this is the 5th time she has called me from a mental hospital. it’s crazy, never thought my life would have be me working in a mental hospital and her coming in and out of one. after all these years, you’ve probs haven’t seen her in 3 years - but she has never ever forgot your phone number, even when she has completely lost her mind. she literally doesn't make sense when she talks. at the beginning, you sometimes understood the shit she said and understood what she meant and felt because you were that fuckin close to losing your whole damn mind before you decided to get sober. still so proud of you choosing to be sober, even after probation, even after drug tests. Dahni still remembers your literal exact address. she said she’s been sending you letters for the past 2-3 years but you haven’t seen shit, especially because you moved to Milwaukee this year. you texted daddy but he said he ain’t seen shit, probs lying, he would hide this shit from you. he always hated her but he doesn’t understand that it was actually you who got her into drugs in the first place. I pray all the time Dahni has completely lost herself or she’ll be able to return to herself again, I miss having my best friend around. after the call, you looked at oldddd ass pics like 2015 shit, yall were the craziest - up and just went to alberqueque, breaking into hotels and creating body slides out of tables and chairs in the ballroom, tripping at the trail of lights and deciding to just walk towards the Austin skyline, there were so many pics I don’t even know where we’re at. I miss that life with you dude, not giving two shits about anything and doing whatever we could to just live life. you were the one person I connect with in such a weird way. anyway 2020 was the year I had to finally grow up, and I can’t be more proud. the reason I got sober was because I was drugged then gang raped in 2016, but I have finally accepted that it happened and I am finally moving past it. your ptsd and anxiety was debilitating. months of therapy with no progress, Janet your psychologist thought the best option was drugs to calm you down but you refused, mommy had to move down to San Antonio with you, you got daddy to install security cameras around the house, you went to 3 different police stations and 2 different apple stores because you thought you were being tracked, a panic attack literally every fuckin day, you got your first gun - but damn shit has changed. I think when you got rogue, that was the start of your life changing around. you used to walk her literally only on your street but now you can walk her for hours anywhere. you got control of your own life again. texas sunshines helped you tremendously, you met a few life long friends - even though you made some besties but ended up losing them - either way, they helped you return back to your old self, the free spirit and careless golden wild beautiful soul you had. exposure therapy - that shit works. going to 6th every weekend, even a couple times a weekend helped you a lot. you had only a couple freak outs where you let your anxiety take over you but there was progress. you have grown so much the past 4 years, it’s honestly mind blowing because you used to be at rock bottom. you legit lost your mind at one point, legit rock bottom, even hearing voices and seeing shit, Janet said drug induced psychosis - but your resiliency and strong heart and soul helped you, with the help of god of course. you were in such a dark place but getting through that helped you be where you are now. but none of this could've happened without the help of your parents - they taught you the definition of unconditional love. maybe that’s why Dahni is still battling this love and hate relationship with drugs - she doesn’t have this support system like you. your parents never gave up on you dude, like how am I ever gonna repay them, because if it wasn’t for them - I'd literally be dead long ago. you still have only told a few of your close friends. Dahni and Mikayla a year after it happened. kiara, erin, and Gracie 3 years after it happened. maybe that’s all that ever has to know. this shit don’t define your life anymore girl. it sucked but you have let that shit take enough of your life. no more living in the past. you live and you learn. stop thinking of ways how you’ll somehow find these fuckers and make them pay, they’ll get what’s coming to them. I used to pray everyday these fuckers got killed and died a horrible and painful death but you’re letting them win every time you waste a second thinking about them. just be thankful you got out of that shit alive. you have this deep rooted reputation of a party girl. but never forget, daddy defended you when yall had guests over once - “yes she parties a lot, but she also studies hard too.” you’re legit a UT grad, you got into grad school - which you are killing. you’ve never been a straight A student but now you are in grad school whaaat. but you know if you studied this much and this hard during UT - you would’ve had a higher gpa, but no regrets. ever!! my time at UT was truly a blessing - it was the best time and worst time ever. that was boot camp training you to be resilient. you used to think you were being punished for having to move to Milwaukee for grad school but that was the biggest blessing in disguise. Jim howard was right, even if I did get accepted into UT’s msn program - I shouldn’t go or stay anywhere near Austin, I have too many distractions here, I would’ve failed out immediately - I need to start thinking like a healthcare provider, people’s literal lives will be in your hands. you can’t kill no one dude, losing your license will actually be the end of yo life and all this school and bullshit would’ve been for nothing. Milwaukee was rough at the beginning but you’ve grown to fall in love and appreciate its true beauty. you needed a break from Austin, it’ll always be your endgame and it aint going anywhere. you got to start over, start fresh, grow up, it was exactly what you needed. Milwaukee was the place where you defeated your ptsd, your annoying anxiety - I mean yeah sometimes you do psych yourself out but you have made the craziest progress, even Janet is so surprised and proud of you! you fuckin live alone and do a damn good job of it. but it wouldn’t have happened without Lola. rogue saved you 4 years ago and now Lola has saved you. they are both fuckin wild and misbehaving, but I am sooooo thankful I have them in my life. god put the most perfect dogs into my life, they helped you be where you’re at today. you even made a fuckin solo trip with just you and Lola from Milwaukee to Austin, stayed in Memphis with just yall 2 and literally no panic attacks. never thought that would have ever been possible. lol having your gun around definitely helps. this year you realized that you used to be fat, how come no one told you omg. but that doesn’t matter because you have finally reached the weight you had on your vision board that you made in high school - 105. you got home from grad school and literally every single fuckin person in your life has said you lost so much weight - girl you didn’t even know it, you don’t got a scale in Milwaukee. but looking at past pics, holy shit girl you lost weight. you still got some to go but good job dude - don’t ever let yourself get that bad again. your new goal is to be 100, then you can stop stressing. lol you’ve been trying to lose weight literally since high school, and all it took was grad school and being depressed AFFFFFFFFF to lose 20 fuckin pounds! with the help of addy too. yeah you were depressed, started in the 2nd semester of grad school and was at its worse at in the 3rd semester. but you yourself, and Lola of course, pulled yourself out of that. you walked to the beach, appreciate the scenery, focus on the sound waves - learn to love life again. you’ve changed so much dude, I feel like you’ve finally lost all of your old self now. quarantining for covid made you finally truly clean your room and rearrange it. took the biggest cleanse of your life, and damn it was a struggle because you the biggest hoarder out here. you found your old pieces, crazy how you still got them, you found old pills, even weed - proud of you for throwing everything away finally, and real quick. because you did think about smoking some and pop a pill or two - what’s the worst thing that can happen right. bitch you know what can happen, normal people can do that but you have forever fucked your mind up, like physically and biologically fucked up your brain. the way drugs works on your brain and Dahni’s brain only has a dark side to it - drug induced psychosis - every time, no matter what or when or how long it’s been, you have forever fucked that up. yall dropped the ball on that shit, yall did it too much, esp the mind altering shit and will never be able to enjoy drugs again - but that’s okay. you don’t need that shit. okay for guys, fuckin listen to me here girl. we ain’t going into zayne or Terren - yo first 2 boyfriends was just dipping yo feet in the waters for dating. you already know what you learned from them. you know what you want and don’t you ever fuckin settle.”life is a mess when you settle for less.” I loved Arin, and I'll always love him. your dumbass almost married him but why, knowing he does not meet half yo standards. from Arin, you learned you want someone that treats you like a princess like he did, he always showed you off, he put you on a pedestal, you were legit his everything - you want someone that does that, where you are their everything. but you don’t want someone who gets angry like that, who lets problems get bigger and bigger til they explode - shit needs to be fixed immediately, if your their everything - shouldn’t they do everything in their power to make sure it stays like that. from josh, you learned you want someone who you can be your goofy self and have fun and literally laugh all the damn time with you - it was such a fun time with josh, yall really did have this amazing connection. he truly loved you and honestly truly loved you. I loved josh, and I'll always love him too. he was the first relationship you had after getting raped, and he showed you how to trust men again. these 2 dudes lacked goals and had different visions for the future from you. you’re such a goal oriented and family oriented person - they were not. you worked hard to get to where you are today, and continue to drop the guys and the people who will get in the way of your goals. friends too - if they ain’t with you, drop em. in the end, it’s your family who will always be there for you. lol you truly treat guys like shit dude and everyone knows it, you don’t even feel bad about it, maybe it’s from being raped, maybe it’s from that ginormous wall you’ve built, or maybe you’re just that afraid of getting hurt, but that’s okay, you can keep doing that, it’ll get rid of the weak ones - what you can’t do is treat the good ones like shit, like tai. you never expected to find a dude so different, but maybe that’s what you need. he’s the exact opposite of the typical guys you usually go for - a fuckin gamer, not 6 feet, lol even asian. you didn’t date tai but yall definitely had something for 6 months. he has never done drugs and doesn’t want to even try drugs - I didn’t know that was maybe something I needed in a guy. from tai, you learned that you do want someone who went to college, grad school is even better, super caring about you. at one point you did think he was going to be the one - he speaks Vietnamese, he’s in pharmacy school, he can game with your brother. he may seem perfect but you learned a lot of shit you don’t want in someone. you’re not on social media a lot anymore, other than snapchat. you even had insta deleted for months - then when school ended for winter break, it took you awhile to download insta again, but when you did, you made one post and never got on it again. tai is super in the social media world, and you don’t want that. you’re starting to be someone who really lives in the moment, the shit happening right in front of you matters to you more, you don’t want someone super into the social media world. he doesn’t treat you like you’re a priority to him, he actually makes it clear that he actually doesn’t give two shits about you - so why you allowing yourself putting any efforts into that. the second he’s upset, he’ll drag that shit out and won’t try to fix shit at all - you need someone who will fix shit right then and there so yall don’t go to sleep at night angry, you need someone who will fight and continue fighting for you no matter what. he doesn’t apologize for shit and when he does, there is always an excuse - you need someone who owns up to shit and apologizes sincerely. you deserve someone who truly cares about you and is committed to you, they need to do anything in their power to keep you and show you love you and not give up on you. you did not get gang raped to settle down for someone who doesn’t make you feel loved. you did not graduate from UT and get into grad school for someone who causes you mental stress and make you unhappy. you did not grow into this strong, independent, brilliant ass woman to date someone who makes you question your worth. you deserve someone who continuously challenges you to be your best self and make you feel beautiful. cami said you deserve someone who spoils you, and she is damn fuckin right. you have come so far, getting sober, getting into grad school, someone needs to feel lucky as fuck they have you. but what’s the common denominator between all these dudes - quit pushing guys away, quit purposely ruining shit because you’re scared of shit, quit getting pissed because they don’t react the way you wanted, quit overthinking shit because you’re usually fuckin wrong. just don’t settle for less but allow yourself to get close. your trust issues ain't going anywhere, but learn to put your guard down a tad bit, let yourself get hurt - it’ll only make you into a stronger bitch than you already are. nothing will ever hurt you nearly as much when you got raped. if you got through that, you can literally get through anything. a lot has happened in the last 4 years, but you know what you need to focus on. continue working on your best self. keep thriving and surviving. maybe we’ll self reflect and reorient again when grad school is over in a couple years and you’re back in Austin. just be happy <3 do your best and fuck the rest

#reorienting self part 1 #2020

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taeinmycup · 7 years ago

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Countdown To You | Pt. 6

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Member: Park Jimin

Words: 3.1k

Your soulmate clock is actually a countdown of how long your soulmate has left to live and holy shit you have to find your soulmate soon because your clock says you have three months left.” (source.)

A/N: i somehow feel like i’m getting nowhere with this fic but at the same time i also feel like we’re getting closer towards the real story you know what i mean ;; anyways SURPRISE YALL :’)) another update!!! enjoy the reading :’)

Pt. 1 | Pt. 2 | Pt. 3 | Pt. 4 | Pt. 5

As you stepped into the huge, empty amusement park, you came to the conclusion that Park Jimin was definitely a man of his words.

“How- The park is empty…” you muttered as your eyes were wandering through all the empty rides and closed stalls, not even noticing that the man next to you was smiling at your shocked face. It was mid-winter, so you did not expect the amusement park to be full of excited people, but you expected at least some other people to be here. You turned your head towards your soulmate, hiding half of your face behind your red, fluffy scarf – eying him with one raised brow. “Can you at least explain to me why there is no other form of human life here?”

The only answer Jimin gave you was a soft snicker, shaking his head amusingly as he took your hand in the process. You jolted up at the simple touch, the mark on your right wrist doing its job again as you stared at Jimin with wide eyes. You did not know why, but you suddenly felt a sparkle of hope inside of you – and you did not know what kind of hope it exactly was, but you certainly knew that it felt great.

“I was not joking when I said the words ‘just you and me’,” Jimin said, followed by a chuckle that made the butterflies in your stomach spin – the feeling you used to be afraid of, but which felt really lovely at this moment. You muttered a soft ‘ahh’, realization dawning upon you that Park Jimin was that kind of person who was able to hire off one whole amusement park for one day.

Jimin softly pulled you with him, making the two of you strolling down the amusement park slowly – your hands still intertwined with his. You couldn’t help but smile at how ironic this all was, actually. Until a few weeks ago, you knew nothing about your CEO, as Seulgi was one of the few co-workers who had actually seen his face – and the stories she told you about his behavior were nothing like how he was behaving at the moment. You couldn’t even dare to imagine being on a date with your CEO in the amusement park, even after you found out he was your soulmate – and you were his, of course. With the way he treated you in the beginning – so cold and distant – you had no hopes for a blossoming relationship. Of course, you did not expect to be in one with him either – since his illness was in the way of all that.

Speaking about his illness…

“Jimin,” you spoke up, interrupting the peaceful silence that was overwhelming the two of you just seconds ago, causing him to look up at you with wide, curious eyes.

“Yeah? What is it?” he asked you – his voice so soft and delicate that you almost wanted to cry at how it affected you.

“Is it okay for you to be here, though? I mean, like- Shouldn’t you be resting at home because of your illness?”

Jimin sighed at your question, and your doubts were building up once again. Why would you even ask it? You weren’t even sure if you were in the right position to ask such questions, so why couldn’t you shut up for once and just enjoy and live in the moment?

“Never mind, forget I asked-“

“This was actually why I didn’t want to start a relationship with you in the beginning, Y/N,” Jimin interrupted you all of a sudden, causing you to look up at him with raised brows – totally not getting his point.

“What do you mean by that?” you asked with a trembling voice, wondering if you had made him angry with your question – perhaps annoyed. Jimin, however, proved you totally wrong as he gave you a sweet smile – your worries about him being angry and annoyed disappearing all at once, now replaced by a somewhat relieved feeling in your stomach.

“You know what I mean by that. I’m ill, Y/N. I’ve got cancer. If you somehow get entangled with me, you also get entangled with my life – which means you have to deal with my illness. At some times, you will be seeing me all weak and devastated in a hospital bed, and with you being my soulmate, I can only imagine how worried you will be. Not to forget how hurt you will be as well. Your question proves that you’re already worried about me.”

Jimin stopped walking, causing you to stop walking as well – the two of you standing underneath the amusement park’s huge ferris wheel right now. Somehow, the wind blew harder at this spot, and the way Jimin’s dark, soft hair was waving along with the wind mesmerized you completely. He turned around, only to be standing in front of you directly – causing you to look up at him because he was taller than you. The smile never disappeared from his face, and you almost got emotional at the way he was caressing your cheek.

“T-then why are you… here with me? I honestly don’t understand…” you whispered in a soft tone – but it was loud enough for Jimin to hear, as he furrowed his brows immediately after your question. He kept quiet – his eyes shifting from one place to another, looking everywhere except in your eyes – something he’d normally do if he was nervous. You figured out he wouldn’t answer your question sooner or later, so you decided to continue speaking.

“After we found out about being each other’s soulmate, you practically… avoided me. I could understand why – that’s not the problem. But it’s confusing, you know? I was happy when you asked me out for a dinner date, like really happy, but I just don’t understand why you would want to be with me all of a sudden after you basically ignored and avoided me. When you were being distant, I thought I understood, and I decided to let our chance of a relationship go, because I thought you didn’t want to be in one. But we were both wrong, I guess.”

Jimin let out a heavy sigh, and the guilt you saw reflected in his eyes made you feel slightly guilty as well. You suddenly regretted bringing up this subject, but the both of you knew that you needed to talk this out eventually.

“At first, I actually didn’t want to get involved with you, nor be in a relationship with you. For once, I wanted to be selfless. Knowing that the outcomes of a relationship between us would turn out pretty bad, I decided to let it all go. Mother Nature, however, works different – sometimes in ways we actually don’t want her to work. The fact that you’re my soulmate has won over my selflessness, and no matter how hard I tried to be selfless and think of you, Mother Nature has actually won me over – and I turned out to be selfish, once again.”

You listened to his words – and the way he talked completely mesmerized you. Jimin had a conflict within himself, yet he managed to explain his conflict in such a calming way – you were literally baffled at it. Your fondness of him was already growing big time, but it only seemed to grow further as you spent more time with him. The way he walked, the way he talked, not to mention the way he held your hand and looked at you with the same adoration that you had towards him – that’s when you realized that he really was your soulmate.

Maybe Mother Nature turned you into a selfish person as well. This damn soulmate concept.

“Wow. O-okay,” you stuttered softly, fidgeting with the hem of your winter jacket – attaching your eyes to the cold and hard – also somewhat white-colored because of the snow – floor. You mentally scolded yourself once again, wishing that you would come up with a better response than that. You surely weren’t that much of a smooth talker like your soulmate was, and you couldn’t help but wonder why the universe decided to choose Park Jimin as your soulmate.

Jimin let out a chuckle at your reply, before doing the unexpected to you – and within a second you were engulfed in a big hug, Jimin’s large arms hugging your tinier frame, as the sound of his laugh was like beautiful music to your ears. You could barely breathe – let alone move – as you found out how amazing it actually felt to be hugged by Jimin. You’ve heard from some ‘acquaintances’ – you never called anyone your friend except for Namjoon and Seulgi – that a hug from your soulmate was a thousand times better than a passionate kiss. You never wanted to believe it, of course – not because you used to think that the soulmate concept was just plain stupid, but because you simply couldn’t believe it. How could a hug be better than a kiss?

Seems like I have to apologize to these acquaintances for calling them delusional, you thought in your head. You literally felt like you were in heaven at the moment – while in reality, you were just engulfed in Jimin’s arms.

Engulfed in your dear, beloved soulmate’s arms.

After approximately twenty seconds passed by, Jimin let you go, and you had to suppress a whine you wanted to let out because of the sudden emptiness that you felt. You pouted your lips, and you could tell by his little, devilish smirk that the man knew you enjoyed the hug – and that was exactly the reason he did not went in for another one.

What a fucking tease.

“Well, since the whole amusement park will be ours for today – which ride do you want to go in first?” Jimin asked you, before taking your hand in his as he pulled you along. The warmth of his hand alone could make you feel dizzy and so in love – and you slowly came to the realization that this attraction you had felt towards Jimin was definitely growing into something so much more deeper than that. Honestly, you were afraid – afraid of falling. Yet, somehow you just couldn’t stop falling, no matter how aware you were of the consequences.

Or rather, you didn’t want to stop falling for him.

“I’m not a big fan of extreme rides, actually…” you murmured, letting your eyes wander through the park as you were looking for something decent to ride on.

“I didn’t know you were a scaredy-cat,” Jimin teased you, an amused smirk growing on his handsome face as he eyed you with a devilish twinkle in his eyes. You rolled your eyes at his remark, elbowing him playfully as you let out a small chuckle – he was unbelievable.

All of a sudden, Jimin stopped in his tracks – which caused you to stop walking as well – and the next thing you saw was your other half literally gaping at something that was in front of him. Or rather, he was gaping at something that was towering above him. You raised your brows, wondering what he was so surprised about – and when you saw it yourself, you suddenly understood Jimin’s awe, and you swore that your eyes might have been even wider than his were.

“How about the ferris wheel, then?” Jimin asked you softly, slowly averting his eyes from the huge ferris wheel in front of them – only to look you in the eyes. And no matter how hard you tried, every time he would look at you like that – with his beautiful brown orbs full of life and excitement – your knees would buckle and your heart would race rapidly. It almost felt dangerous.

You just nodded at him – afraid that your voice would betray your feelings – and before you knew it, the two of you were already getting into the ferris wheel, but not before one of the amusement park’s employees greeted you with probably the warmest smile that you had ever seen. You might had been hallucinating, but it seemed like his smile towards Jimin was warmer than the one towards you – and you couldn’t help but assume that the two of them must know each other.

“Well, enjoy the ride you two. Watch out for the wind up there, though. It’s a bit colder when you’re a few meters above the ground,” the employee laughed, before pressing down some green button – which caused the ferris wheel to move slowly.

The blowing wind was indeed much colder – but somehow very refreshing in a way that it could clear your mind. You let out a deep sigh, as you let yourself getting carried away with the fresh winter breeze – the wind blowing against your slight reddened cheeks, your hair waving along with it. You were so occupied with ‘getting carried away by the winter breeze’, that you did not even notice the man next to you – who was watching you with full adoration reflected in his orbs. The smile on his face was wide – maybe a little bit too wide – and any other person would think that he’s so in love with you.

And it was at that specific moment in the ferris wheel – when he looked at you, who was smiling widely and simply enjoying the refreshing feeling that the winter-breeze gave you – that he realized that he was indeed falling in love with you.

And somehow, it made him feel better than ever – despite the illness that he was suffering with.

“Y/N?”

Jimin’s soft voice shook you out of your trance, and you turned your head towards him – only to see him looking back in awe, his eyes reflecting all kind of emotions they could reflect. It was like you were in trance because of his orbs, because it felt like you couldn’t move for a second – and you wondered if this was common with soulmates – getting mesmerized by looking into the eyes of your other half.

Jimin shifted closer towards you – the ferris wheel wagon shaking slightly along his movement – and the closer he came, the more stiff your body went. You didn’t know why you were behaving so nervously – it didn’t make sense actually, you had slept with him the night before. Yet, there was something about Jimin that made you feel tense – however, not particularly in a bad way. You felt intimidated by him, with a mix of confusion and fear – but you also felt complete in his presence. As if he was the lost piece to your puzzle – the lost piece that you were looking for your entire life.

Maybe you were being selfish, maybe you weren’t, but it didn’t even matter to you at the moment. All that mattered, was how good you felt with Jimin by your side – how happy you felt with him by your side.

At this moment, that was the only thing that mattered. Not his illness, not your fear of losing him – it was only you and him, nothing else.

“Can I kiss you?”

The question slipped out of your mouth before you could even stop it – and Jimin’s wide eyes would have made you laugh if the situation wasn’t so serious. The man almost choked in his own saliva, totally caught off guard by your sudden question – and you couldn’t help but smile a little at his shock. It was so cute.

“You sure do know how surprise me every single time, Y/N,” Jimin laughed, scratching the back of his neck – a habit he seemed to have whenever he was nervous about something, and you noticed that he’d do it multiple times when something at work wouldn’t go as planned. Park Jimin was an interesting person to observe to you – and maybe it was because he was your beloved soulmate – but you were sure that any other female co-worker of yours would do the exact same thing.

“I can say the same thing about you, Mr. CEO,” you remarked, letting out a soft chuckle – before shifting closer towards him as well, and you could feel the whole mood around the both of you change. Your breath slowly hitched, and it felt like all the air was getting sucked out of your lungs – with your eyes slowly shifting towards his lips. You couldn’t believe you were doing this again – losing all your self-control just like in his car yesterday night. Although that ended up in an amazing night, you didn’t see yourself as a person who would initiate something like that.

Life really has its own wicked plottwists.

“Wait,” Jimin softly interrupted you, pushing you away slightly, but not too much as your lips were still pretty close to his. You blinked at him with confused eyes – did he not want to kiss you? For a second you actually thought he didn’t, but by the way he didn’t push you too far away from him, you were sure that Jimin not wanting to kiss you couldn’t be the reason of it.

“I will kiss you on one condition,” Jimin whispered, giving you such an intense stare that you could have fainted on the spot if it wasn’t for Jimin holding you closely.

“And that one condition is?” you asked in a sceptic tone, raising a brow at him – wondering what the man was up to as you watched him chuckle slightly, before shifting closer towards you, his face now inches closer to yours.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?”

You could feel your heart drop at his question – not because you didn’t want to be his girlfriend, you certainly wanted to be his person – but because how sad the question actually sounded like. This wasn’t just a simple question – the both of you knew that if you’d tell him yes, that you also had to face and bear the consequences with it. This question should bring out the happiness in you – and it was not that you weren’t happy that he asked you to be his – but you couldn’t help to feel the sadness of it as well.

However, you also knew that without Jimin by your side, you would suffer badly – maybe even more than being next to him. He was your soulmate after all. It was programmed in human nature that once you had found your soulmate, there was no turning back – and living without your other half could cause a lot of emotional damage to you. The more you thought of this concept, the more you realized how cruel it actually was – but there was nothing you could do about it.

So once again, maybe the two of you were being selfish – but these past weeks, you had learned that being selfish was one of the essentials in life to survive.

And in this case, you realized that being selfish was probably the only reason to get through all this.

“Yes, Jimin. I’d like to be your girlfriend.”

The kiss that followed afterwards was unforgettable – and it officially marked the beginning of your ill-fated relationship with Park Jimin.

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