#i couldn't enjoy it the first time because i was too thoroughly disgusted with all the cannibalism

[warrenwaskilledbyadeer]

I want everybody to leave the house so I can play the end of Machine for Pigs and cry

[downdownbytheriver]

It had been another day of travelling and fighting. All in the process of trying to rid ourselves of the tadpoles and discovering more about this Absolute figure. It was becoming far more complex than anticipated, and with each thing we learned, ten more questions seemed to arise in my mind. And with each passing day, I learn more about my companions. Each of us seems to have our own goings on, and I wonder if they'll interfere or somehow tie into the great task that lay before us. Shadowheart and her strange contraption. Lae'zel and her creche. Astarion's past with Cazador Szarr. Gale and his...weird eating habit. There are others of course, and they are equally as intriguing.

Astarion. Oh, that vampire spawn. That...charming, mysterious, delicious, vampire.

I would be lying if I said that I didn't like his feeding on me. It's just a heady, hedonistic experience. I was woozy the first time he did it, but I have grown accustomed to it and our relationship seems to be growing. I mean...after the party at our camp last week, he bid me to slip away with him.

I confess...I didn't know if it was because he genuinely liked me, or because he wanted something, but my guard had been lowered enough to just go along with it.

As I lay on my bedroll, my mind was far too alert to settle. My eyes darted over to my companions, all of whom were sleeping peacefully. I envied them that. Sitting up quietly, I stretched and moved toward my tent. Taking up some fresh clothes and a fur to dry myself with, I moved toward the lake nearby quietly as possible. Everyone else had bathed earlier, but it had been my turn to make supper, so I hadn't had the opportunity. But with the moon at its fullest, I decided to go now. The light from above bathed everything in an ethereal beauty and I couldn't help but feel some peace from it.

Stripping off my clothes, I folded them neatly and set them on the log near the shore. Drawing my hair down, I took a moment to just stand beneath the moon, bathing in its light. I'd always felt like my energy and spirit were renewed when I took a moment to appreciate it. When I'd said such in front of Shadowheart, she'd looked at me in disgust and accused me of being a follower of Selune, her Lady Shar's sister and mortal enemy. I don't really follow any of the gods, nor do I have any intention of doing so. I've tried and found most are deaf when you call for them in times of need.

Moving toward the water, I shivered as I stepped in, but despite the slight chill, I pushed ahead until I was submerged. I used my bar of soap, washing myself thoroughly, taking the time to enjoy myself. I laughed quietly as I could feel small fish darting around my ankles and nibbling at my toes as if they were bait. I missed hot baths, but this wasn't entirely bad. I made a promise to myself that if we came upon an inn, I'd use my little bit of gold to get a bath. I hummed to myself, grousing when the tadpole twitched behind my eye. Sometimes it was easy to forget it was there. Others, not so much. For now, I opted to ignore it as I continued to clean. No one was around, it was just shifting, I supposed. Stretching out, I sighed contented. It was amazing how much better one felt after removing days' worth of grime from their frame.

As I began to exit the lake, I was startled by a voice. "Hello, darling." "Hells! Astarion!" I gasped, looking up at him, covering myself by draping my arm across my breasts, and my free hand covering my mound. As if he hadn't seen it all before. "No need to cover up on my behalf," he replied casually, his crimson eyes drinking me in. "I enjoyed the view the first time. Do feel free to move your hands so I can enjoy a second." I felt a flush fill me from my head to my toes and I bit on my lip. I appreciated the compliment, but I hadn't been looking for company. Or was I? I wasn't turning it down now. I also silently praised him for his unending smoothness. The way he could deliver a line was an art. I lowered my hands slowly and he smirked. "Good girl." "I aim to please," I laughed awkwardly, a poor attempt to hold back the moan I wanted to expel at his words, which damn near sounded like a purr. "You ought to tell someone when you're going to slip away from camp, my darling. It's worrisome to wake and not see you at your bedroll." I raised a brow. Worrisome? He was worried about me? I wondered if he was worried about me or was more concerned that his free meal was gone. I wanted to believe the former. "You were all asleep, I figured my taking a bath wouldn't be noticed," I replied, blushing further when he moved to the pile of my clothes and lifted the fur, draping it around my shoulders. Our fingers brushed when I raised my hands to close it in the front. If he felt some way about it, it didn't show on his face. He was a master of masking his emotions, to be sure. Astarion also seemed unbothered by the chill in the air. Were vampires unaffected by the weather, I wondered. I had so many questions, but at the same time, I didn't want to be a nuisance.

"Sit with me a bit?" I asked, taking my brush from my small pile. Astarion considered it for a moment before nodding. "Here." He extended his hand, motioning for my brush. I arched a brow but then considered it. This man spent the better part of an hour brushing his hair a day. If he wanted to play with mine, I wasn't going to deny him. I handed it to him before settling down on the log, letting him work my brush through my long hair. His strokes were gentle and he worked through whatever tangles he came across as gently as possible. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation. No one had brushed my hair like this since my mother when I was a child. "May I ask you something, my dear?" Astarion's voice broke the silence and I nodded. "Of course." "Saphielle?" "Oh, you're not going to let that go, are you?" "I'm just curious why you don't use that. Tav is so...bland," he replied with his usual flair, and I couldn't help the laugh that fell from my lips.

"I was born in a tavern's taproom. My father jokingly called me 'Tav', and it's been what people have called me for most of my life. I'm so used to it that I, occasionally, have forgotten my actual name. So hearing you say it, after the tadpole revealed it, it's a bit strange." "I...think it's nice," Astarion spoke, his voice soft. "I'll call you that, when we're alone, of course." Once again, my cheeks flushed but as he was still working through my hair, he couldn't see it. The way he spoke my name sounded like what his caresses felt like. I took immense pleasure in it and so, I didn't object. I rather looked forward to hearing him utter it. I smiled as I felt him plaiting my hair. This was something else my mother had done for me in my youth. It was strange how Astarion could bring me back to my happiest, most innocent moments....but also bring me to the heights of pleasure and have me squirming in pleasure beneath him.

"Did you have sisters? You're quite good at this." "I...." Astarion's voice trailed off for a moment, a rare moment of awkwardness. I stayed quiet, not presuming anything, nor asking anything further. "I don't remember, to be quite honest."

There was no 'darling' or any other term of endearment added, which led me to believe that he was being genuine in this moment. My heart ached for him. Had he been tortured enough that he had holes in his memory now? Or had he just simply forgotten? I didn't venture to ask or press him further. Moments like this with Astarion were rare, where he allowed his guard down at all.

"There you go, darling. You're the prettiest little half-elf in all of camp." "I think Shadowheart might have something to say about that," I countered, turning to look at him as he handed me my brush back. Setting it down with my things, I watched as Astarion sat beside me on the log. I liked it when he was close to me. My eyes focused on his lips for a moment. His mouth had a tendency to always be sensual, no matter his mood. I turned away quickly before he noticed, but I was certainly recalling the way he kissed me that night. Goosepimples formed as I recalled how his mouth had me writhing as he'd moved along my body, kissing, biting, tasting. Predator and prey, master and submissive, lovers...our roles had switched continuously until we'd lain exhausted and sated...and I wanted more. Gods, did I want more. My breath caught in my throat as I recalled him pushing apart my thighs and sinking his fangs into the tender flesh. I'd arched my back and moaned loudly enough that I feared people in the camp would hear me. Those crimson eyes had met mine and he'd watched my reactions as he drank of me. And then he'd...

"Oh!" I was surprised as he brought his arm around me, tugging me closer, but I didn't object. Especially since it brought me out of my present line of thinking.

"I don't really give a damn," he murmured, pressing a chaste kiss to my temple before turning his attention out toward the horizon. My gaze followed his and I leaned my head on his shoulder.

There was magic in the air that night, but not something like The Weave. Just the type of magic that happens when you realise you have feelings for someone and that maybe, just maybe, they have them for you too. The sort when everything feels right and like everything else doesn't matter for a short time. With all the chaos surrounding us, I was immensely glad I'd decided to take that bath.

[tetsvhoe]

Heyy 😊 I love the toxic ex series and i was wondering if you could do another part with kageyama, oikawa and iwaizumi? You’re genuinely so good at writing and I have enjoyed reading your posts xx

SEEING YOUR TOXIC EX [4]

kuroo's part

tsukishima and suna's part

bokuto, atsumu, and sakusa's part

hinata, matsukawa, and osamu's part

character/s: iwaizumi hajime x f reader, oikawa tooru x f reader, kageyama tobio x f reader

genre/s: fluff

warning/s: ex trying to leak yn’s nudes (iwaizumi’s), ex threatening suicide (oikawa’s)

gwen's notes 🤍: u guys seem to like this series a lot! it's funny bc this was my first ever post and it's all based on my experiences w one person djdjshsh also these are getting shorter and repetitive as i am thoroughly running out of ideas

MASTERLIST | TAGLIST

iwaizumi hajime

classes ended a few minutes earlier than usual while iwaizumi was still training. you didn't mind waiting for him though especially when you could sit on the empty bleachers and watch him from afar.

you were doing surprisingly well after such a messy breakup thanks to him. you had been good friends for a while but neither one of you wanted to confess their feelings.

until you came running to him one night, sobbing about how miserable you were and how badly your ex treated you. he swore he would never let you go through that again.

you've been successful at dodging your ex on campus for the past few months, thanks to your conflicting schedules. but you weren't going to be able to hide from him forever.

he spotted you alone up on the bleachers and decided this was his only chance to convince you to get back with him–you always did no matter how badly he messed up, no matter how much he hurt you. you always came back. what made it any different this time?

you were too focused on watching iwaizumi train to notice him approaching until he called out to you. you almost fell over your seat at the mere sound of his voice. it's been months but it was all too soon so see him again.

"can we talk?"

he blocked your path even as you tried to stomp away.

"i have nothing to say to you. we are done. please leave me alone," you gritted through your teeth.

having iwaizumi by your side when you were doing so horribly because of your ex emotionally, mentally, and physically, was like a breath of fresh air after unknowingly suffocating for months. when iwaizumi treated you with the utmost care and affection and respect, you found yourself confused because all you have ever know was being used whenever your ex pleased, pushed away whenever you weren't needed, blamed for every single thing that went wrong in your relationship.

now that you saw it so clearly, you couldn't even stand to look at him in the eyes.

"please, i can't do this without you. you know i can't. i messed up, i'll make it right this time, i promise," he whined but there were no tears in his eyes. you have fallen for this trick so many times before.

"no," you said firmly. you stood your ground even as he begged in front of you, cried with no tears in sight, he kept reaching out to hold you but you didn't budge. it was all for show. "honestly, thank you for fucking me over again and again. i was finally able to see you for what you really are."

his pleads and cries slowly died down, his head hung low. you were confused until he started laughing manically, immediately reminding you of how vile and cruel he was. your heart skipped a beat, a familiar fear settling in your chest.

“that’s how it is, huh?” you stumbled back. “you meet a new guy and all of a sudden you’ve forgotten about everything we shared?” he took a step forward. “you know, for example, our shared pictures and videos together. did you really forget that quick?”

you halted, narrowing your eyes at his suggestive tone.

“wha-“

he quickly fished his phone out of his back pocket, flashing it to you after a few taps and swipes. your eyes widened, mouth falling slack. you felt disgusted in your own skin all of a sudden. tears pricked your eyes as you stumbled over your words.

“what’s going on?” you heard iwaizumi call from behind him, tone laced with worry and breathless as if he ran from the court all the way up there.

“haji, no don’t-“

“perfect timing, haji. since she’s all yours now do you want me to show you what she can do?”

you felt the world crumble as he swiftly turned on his heel, displaying the media on his phone for all to see. the rest of the teamed turned their eyes away out of courtesy as you tried taking it away from him, to no avail.

now he wasn’t the tallest, but he sure was the feistiest. it took almost half of the team to hold iwaizumi back, fists balled and jaw clenched as he thrashed around.

your ex provocatively inched closer and closer to him. the next thing you knew, a fist met his face in one swift blow. he was lying on the floor, cradling his jaw wide eyes staring up at iwaizumi. you scrambled to get to the phone strewn on the floor and deleted everything throughly checking for any more copies.

“pull that kind of shit one more time, i’ll be sure to break it in one blow,” iwaizumi threatened his voice and eyes void of emotion, somehow making him scarier.

you swayed your feet, dangling off the bleachers as you quietly cried. it was such a stressful situation and you can’t help but feel like you were being held hostage even as you escaped.

“feel better?” iwaizumi spoke moments after your little sobs died down. you nodded.

“i’ll never let anyone hurt you like that ever again,” he promised without so much as an ounce of hesitation.

oikawa tooru

you agreed to meet your boyfriend after his practice to have some dinner and do a little bit of grocery shopping together.

busy weeks and booked schedules were no news to both of you. something as mundane as getting fast food takeouts and groceries became something you looked forward to.

and the last thing you wanted was for a persistent toxic ex boyfriend to ruin what little time you had with oikawa.

“it’s been half a year, leave me alone.” you tried pushing past him, but he caught your cart and held it in place. where the hell was oikawa and what was taking him so long.

“that’s just it, it’s been half a year and i still can’t get over how badly you hurt me,” he begged, voice strained and eyebrows knotted.

you scoffed. “i hurt you because i refuse to put up with anymore of your bullshit?”

he gave you a stern look as he stalked towards you. you found yourself backing away out of instinct until you were pushed against the shelves, practically trapped. “exactly. you have no idea of what i go through everyday, of what you put me through. i can’t eat. i can’t sleep. i can’t work. i might as well just die if you refuse to get back with me.”

not again, you begged in your mind. when you first broke up with him, he kept threatening to kill himself. you stayed three more months as he gas lighted and manipulated you into doing everything he wanted. it drained the life out of you, being with him for as long as you did. it took so much strength and resolve to leave that hell he put you through and he was here roping you back in.

“but y-you were always hurting me when we were together! i hurt you once. when i broke up with you because i couldn’t handle it anymore,” you couldn’t help it when your voice trembled.

“that’s not true, we can be happy together again. i promise.”

you shook your head frantically. “no, no. i never wanna go back with you ever again,” you mumbled, heart hammering in your chest in fear.

“if something happens to me you know it’s your fault right?” he said ominously, like he always did when he tricked you into staying with him.

“w-what? what are you talking about.”

“you know exactly what i’m talking about.”

groceries poured into your cart, the sound breaking you out of your spiraling thoughts. your gaze snapped at oikawa, wide eyed and red from trying to hold back tears. you let out a sharp breath.

“so do it then,” he sang, a smirk on his lips. he turned to you with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head. “sorry baby, i got distracted with the cereal selection and i just couldn’t pick one. plus i got lost in the-“

“what did you just say,” your ex butted in, shoving oikawa’s shoulder so he would face him.

“i said do it. kill yourself,” oikawa grinned, making you gasp at his remarks. you grabbed his arm panicked.

“what? didn’t you keep threatening to kill yourself half a year ago so she wouldn’t leave you?” he probed, feigning a look of sympathy as he jutted his lip out. “such a shame you never got around doing it until now,” he growled in your ex’s ear only for him to hear, his tone cold and wicked.

you darted your eyes from oikawa to your ex, confused and somewhat frightened at the sudden quietness. while your ex opened and closed his mouth stupidly trying to find a comeback, oikawa quickly heaves a dramatic sigh, waving his hand dismissively.

“your emotional abuse might have worked on her, but not me,” he sneered, a menacing smirk on his lips. “you think we should get ice cream?” he turned to ask you, tapping his chin deep in thought. he maneuvers the cart around when you eagerly but confusedly nodded, giving your ex a harsh slap on the back as he passed him.

“c’mere,” he ushered you, opening his arms to welcome you. you scoot closer to him and he traps you between his arms as he pushed the cart around, flashing you a smirk as you looked up at him with heated cheeks. “i’ll never let you be miserable again because of that idiot,” he grumbled, kissing the top of your head.

kageyama tobio

though the university was closed for the summer, the library was open to a handful of students to provide a good studying environment.

you didn’t want your boyfriend to risk not being able to play because of bad grades, so study dates were common whenever you both had free time.

kageyama was an amazing player, a genius some might even say, his skills being up to par with the best in the country. however he wasn’t all that keen on learning about calculus or picking up when your ex is bothering you.

you have been whisper-shouting for your ex to leave you alone while your boyfriend sat right there next to you, eyebrows furrowed as he wore his usual scowl and watched the whole thing unfold. you weren’t sure why he wasn’t interfering yet. you thought he was letting you handle it because he knew you could and he would only step in when things got out of hand or it was taking every bit of will to hold himself back, either of the two.

“please let’s… let’s just go outside to talk. i need you to hear me out.”

you glared at him. “no, i have nothing more to say to you. nothing you will say will ever change my mind.” it was bold of him to assume that if you saw him crying you’d come running back to him like always. he had the nerve to convince himself you were only playing hard to get, which angered you even more. he thought so much of himself that he was under the impression that he still had you wrapped around your finger. you comically gagged at the mere thought.

as he opened his mouth to beg again, kageyama interrupted with the loud slurping of his straw from an empty yogurt milk drink which he was definitely not allowed to bring inside. you slowly turned to look at him, disbelief evident as your mouth hung open. you fight back laughter climbing up your throat as you wondered whether he did that on purpose. “you about done, babe? i have to train in like two hours.”

“yes. yes, i’m done here, babe. we should get lunch fir-“

as your ex yanks your wrist toward him, you finally felt all the anger you’ve been trying to keep at bay bubble up to the surface. kageyama was right behind you faster than you can tell him to fuck off.

your boyfriend’s scowl was cold and murderous as he steered his head to the side, clasping the hand above yours with a death grip. “i think she’s made it pretty clear she’s done here.”

“who do you think you are,” your ex challenged.

you swore your boyfriend did a double take as his features contorted to a look of utter confusion, like the person in front of you sprouted two heads. “i’m her boyfriend what the fuck? who are you?”

“well before she was your girlfriend, she was mind so kindly back-“

kageyama’s head snapped so fast to look at you, you thought he might have gotten whiplash. “huh? this idiot’s your ex?”

you stifled a laughter at his confusion. “baby, yes? where have you been these past 15 minutes?” he’s quickly making it hard to take the whole situation seriously, your anger subsiding.

“i thought he was just very persistently trying to recruit you to a club.”

you broke into a fit of laughter in the middle of a dead silent library alone. your ex took full offense on that and kageyama was thoroughly sick and done with him. he’s heard a lot about him from you, how badly he treated you and how much he hurt you. now he was truly holding himself back with everything he had. your cackles helped calm him down.

“i think i just refused to believe you dated something-i mean someone like him, so i just assumed he was recruiting you for something.”

your ex was fuming as he shoved your hand away, opting to grab a fistful of his collar instead. you panicked, at the sudden movement, worrying that they might start a fight especially with your boyfriend’s temper. you didn’t want to get him in trouble.

to your surprise, he mustered up the fakest, most offending smirk he could as he put his hands up in faux surrender. he honestly only thought about you in that moment and the lengths you go through to help him achieve his dreams. you helped him study, kept him out of trouble, made sure he was always healthy, so that he could keep doing what he loved. he knew picking a fight with someone as irrelevant as him was the last thing you wanted.

as you walked out of campus, swaying your hands together he decided, “i’ll be the one to take care of you from now on.” his words caught you off guard. “you won’t have to deal with stupid, ugly, idiot exes because you’ll have me forever,” he grumbled, looking at everywhere but you. it did little to hide the rosy tint on his cheeks or to ease the thumping of your heart.

[kpop-dungeon-dark]

The Experiment. (Dom!Sehun x You)

•TRIGGER WARNING•

Warning(s): Con-Noncon (you consent to the act for the sake of play), dacryphilia, choking, anal, hair pulling, bondage, fear kink, gagging, slapping, pretend hate sex, puppy kink, orgasm denial, degradation and humiliation. Browse at your own risk.

Y/n gulped as she walked hand-in-hand with her older, much bigger boyfriend and dom, Sehun. A couple of 7 months now, they had soon realised after a few weeks of going out that both of them liked things on the… rougher side.

Today, they were going to try… something, after very careful planning and discussion.

Sehun knew he had to be the responsible one in the relationship always. And so during experiments as well as 'serious' things he didn't play around or let Y/n shy away, sitting her down and planning everything out.

He didn't ever want to hurt her. Not even accidentally.

The couple came to a halt when they reached the trailer placed in the middle of the jungle, Sehun turning to the girl and pushing her closer by the back of her neck before touching his lips to her forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you too… sir." A timid whisper followed the manly voice, her legs in a complete contrast to her scared voice, thighs squeezing against one another to ease the tension between them.

Oh. Her panties were already soaked.

"You know your safe words, pup." The key turned in the lock and Sehun was in character by the time the door to the trailer slowly opened inwards, his grip hardening on the back of her neck as he roughly hauled her in, stepping inside before hitting the lights as she started to whine and struggle.

"Get in here you little whore!" He was amazed by how fast her tears busted out, as if on cue. "Pathetic! Thinking you can fight against your owner! What a bad dog!" Y/n loved the insults as well as the rough grip he had on her hair, moving her before going to close the door. "You, little pup, need lots of training-!"

The man's words were cut short when she grabbed a vase that had been put intentionally there before hitting his arm hard enough with it that his grip on her loosened, aiding the girl in slipping away through the still ajar door.

"I WILL NEVER SLEEP WITH A SICK AND DIRTY MAN LIKE YOU!" The girl shrieked, her bad acting looking like one out of those porn videos as she rushed away from him, Sehun following soon after grunting and cussing. "HELP! SOMEBODY HELP!"

They knew nobody would come as no one could hear them. This was in the middle of nowhere. They knew it. They had planned it. For weeks.

But something about blindly running in the dark followed by a man so strong and of Sehun's kind, made adrenaline rush through Y/n's veins, her core just getting needier and needier. It was a chilly night. But the fire glowing hotter and hotter deep within her ovaries was providing her enough warm to keep running as tears blurred her vision.

This felt so real. So dangerous. So vicious. Cruel. Terrifying, even.

And she loved it.

The thoughts of what was going to follow this made her knees weak, causing them to buckle up as she went tumbling down against the dead leaves, making her groan as she landed on her chest, wanting to be pounded from behind right there.

"Oh no! Oh no!" She cried harder, sounding more aroused with each word, trying to 'weakly' crawl away as Sehun approached her from behind, clicking his tongue which made her struggle harder. "OH NO SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE!"

"Absolutely pathetic" clicking his tongue, the man effortlessly grabbed her ankle, dragging her against the leaves as she squawked and drooled humiliatingly, trying to 'break free' from her 'captor' as he dragged her back to the trailer. "You could have at least tried to run away, tsk. But you're really eager, huh?" The man didn't know if he was in character or speaking in general.

Because his slut of a cumsock was always ready to be fucked by him.

In the most vile of ways.

"OH NO! LEAVE ME! LEAVE ME YOU VILE DIRTY MAN!" Her heart was thumping in her ears as she struggled to act, going a little wordless from the excitement of what was to come, almost stopping completely when he threw her over his shoulder and entered the trailer before locking it shut and walking to the bed, throwing her on it. "OH GOD! OH PLEASE NO!"

"Hold still!" Slapping one of her breasts harshly, Sehun felt himself slipping deeper into his dominant headspace, in which he wasn't so tolerable to any sort of fussing, tearing her skimpy little outfit off. "Sure you want me to let you go huh slut?" Now hitting her cheek, the male said in a stern voice.

"Because from the hooker shit you wear it appears you want anything with a cock real or fake to fuck all of your pathetic little nasty holes" when she started to cry harder and thrash around, the man grunted and pulled-tore her panties off, taking a quick sniff before pushing them in her mouth, the girl's sensitive tongue picking up the salty taste almost instantly.

"Disgusting little whore lying to my face!" Grabbing a handful of hair from the back of her head, the man pulled her head back to have her look up at him before he slapped her again. "When you are practically dripping! Such a nasty little dog I have here!" Another slap on the same cheek before he let go of her hair and slapped her other cheek with his now free hand, pinching and pulling at her now reddening, tear stained cheeks.

Y/n's struggling died down a bit as her pussy pulsated harder, ovaries feeling like they were flipping in satisfaction from the cruel slaps, pupils dilating.

Sehun chuckled as his thumb grazed over her wet lips, own tongue running over his as he stepped on her feet to restrict movement. He loved to make a mess of that pretty face, inserting his thumbs in either sides of her mouth now before pulling at them, index fingers pushing her top lip out of the way to humiliatingly reveal her teeth and gums like she was some lab rat.

"You've been a bad little dog for Master, pup. And you know what happens to bad little dogs?" He stretched her mouth even more, eyes cold as ice as he felt his stiff cock harden now. "Such a pretty sleeve for Master's cock." He whispered under his breath, admiring her stretched open mouth.

Before her lust clouded mind could even decipher what was happening, Sehun had already pulled her over the bed, placing her face first against the mattress before hurriedly locking her hands in place against the headboard with handcuffs he had pulled out of his pockets, lips brushing the shell of the girl's ear as his breath fanned her skin.

"They are taught a lesson they will remember for a lifetime."

A shiver ran down her spine as she shuddered, crying even harder and loving the intensity of it all. He could be so sweet and kind but also so cold and rough. So contrasting but so good.

"Hnnngg~" she couldn't help but grind her ass against his abdomen as the man was hurriedly stripping himself of his clothes, making him chuckle as he slapped her mildly bruised ass, causing the smaller body to jump in defense.

"You sure you don't want this?" Pumping his cock, Sehun grinned as he rubbed his length before Y/n's ass cheeks, landing a slap on one before squeezing it hard and pulling at it, pushing it away from the other one. "Because it looks like you do~" a surrendered nod came from the girl, causing him to chuckle.

It was no news that the girl wasn't much of a fighter against him, always melting into her Master's control.

But now was the time of the promised surprise Sehun had told her of. The twist.

Fishing the bottle of lube out of the pocket of his discarded jacket, the male easily opened it with one hand and squeezed it hard, aiming for the tiny little fairly unused hole that would always have her thrash and whine if touched.

And it always made Sehun go for it even more.

A loud muffled whine erupted from the girl as realisation dawned upon her. Fuck. He was about to give her some good old anal that always had her penguin walking for days.

Oh no!

Y/n wanted- needed stimulation in her aching pussy and she needed it now!

Sehun, on the other hand was enjoying the now genuine struggle, humming to himself a devilishly sweet tone whilst dripping thick drops of the liquid on his cock now, the thick tip already pushing against the tiny hole now.

Readying it for the deal was one thing, but forcing it to open as it desperately tried to reject his cock and push it out was on a whole different level.

"It never manages to amuse me how you think fucktoys like you have a choice against-" biting his lip, Sehun enjoyed the feeling of her warm and tight ring of muscles encased his fat tip, hands carelessly discarding the almost empty lube. "-their… fuck-" The male grunted as he struggled to fit his impressively huge cock up her tiny ass, both hands squeezing her bruising ass before separating the cheeks to help it open up, hips slowly pushing deeper and deeper as Y/n's mouth formed an 'O', fresh tears escaping her eyes as her whole felt as though it were on fire.

But hell…

It burnt so good.

He always made it hurt so good.

"... against their Masters" Sehun was panting by the time he was able to finish his sentence, halting midway before pulling outwards to drill the entry a bit wider before moving his whole cock in, the upper half of Y/n's body going limp against the bed as she whimpered and moaned to the pain, the lower half raised in the air as it was being thoroughly invaded.

"Fuck! Such a tight little dog!" The male grunted as he felt his hips slowly easing up because of the ring of muscles slowly getting used to his cock, not many loud sounds coming from the girl.

"Come here!" Grabbing her neck, Sehun made her sit up straighter on her knees, causing her ass to slide back on his cock as she whined loudly, drool dripping down her chin as her eyes rolled to the back of her head, making Sehun thrust harder as he watched her from the mirror he had installed right above the headboard to watch her in such positions, other hand squeezing and pinching her sensitive and hard nipples.

"Look at yourself, little pup. Look up!" Pulling at her hair from behind until she was looking at him through the mirror with her lust clouded and tear filled eyes, Sehun sped up mercilessly faster, trying to fit his big balls in the hole too. "This is what you are, just a pathetic little cocksock. This is what delusional little fucktoys like yourself-" slapping one of her cheeks he humiliating pushed her nose back, making her blush even harder in embarrassment.

"-get for thinking they can whine about things. Tch. You should be grateful for whatever I give you. Such a bratty pet I have." Her eyebrows were furrowed in pain and concentration as she felt her tits fly back and forth humiliatingly fast due to the powerful thrysts, this sight alone enough to make her cum.

This mirror was such an embarrassment.

Sehun's body draped over Y/n's back as he chased his orgasm, placing his lips against her neck after pushing her hair out of the way, kissing and licking at the skin before sucking at it, one hand choking it and cutting her air supply as the other one trailed down south.

"Tell me when you're close by nodding." Was a much gentle and soft sound as compared to the loud sound of flesh slapping against flesh as his fingers creeped down and between the girl's wet and squishy pussy lips, making her close close in sweet pleasure.

Oh, good heavens. Finally.

What the poor girl found out soon after was that whenever she'd near her orgasm and nod hazily to let him know, Sehun would devilishly grin in the mirror and stop right away, waiting until the build up was gone before starting the torture all over again, an expert at holding back his own.

Why? Just because he simply could.

It was only a good while after that he painted her walls white with his seed and allowed her to cum, removing the torn underwear from her mouth to have relieved sobs tumble out as the girl collapsed against the bed, going limp as the male slowly eased her out of her restraints, gently rubbing them with the pads of his thumbs while whispering sweet nothings in her ear.

.

[latimeria-fell-from-heaven]

𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟é 𝐦𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐚

𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: dainsleif

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: apparently he isn't used to the bitter taste of coffee and going on dates with you.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬): slight cursing

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫: gender neutral

𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠: 穢土/ edo ー iwamizu

something short and cute for my dainy, because i love my bby and i wanna spoil this man with affection

spoiler alertーthis is shit, but i am a simp for dainy, so fuck it-

You stifled your laughter, your whole body shaking at you peeked at the tall blonde man between your lashes. To any other person, he looked fine, poker-faced even. But you knew him well enough to know that he was reeling from the instant bitter taste of the coffee that he just drank.

" Dainーpffft! Youーheheーweren'tーhahaha!" You couldn't help laughing at the face he made. Dear god, he was so cute. He awkwardly cleared his throat as he attempted to clear up his supposed 'mistake', and also to try and get you to quit teasing him.

" Ahemーapologizes, I didn'tー" " No no, you're fine! Everyone's like that the first time they drink coffee!" you reassured him with a grin. You hurried him away from the coffee shop so he wouldn't catch anyone's attention, and you perked up at the sight of a bench. Grabbing his hand, you dragged him along, before plopping down, the tall man doing the same.

" I brought some sweeteners, just in case," you motioned for him to open his hand before plopping them down. " Thank you," he breathed out, and you hummed, before taking a sip of your caffé mocha.

Ah, what a delightful way to start off a date.

You smiled and slightly perked up when you heard Dainsleif tearing open the top and pouring it into his coffeeーan americano, you believed.

You swung your legs back and forth as you enjoyed the sweet ambiance of the area, with the occasional sound of people, and you and Dainsleif's gulps of caffeine.

" Phewー!" You let out a satisfied breath of air as you finished your mocha, and from your brief glance next to you, it seemed that your Dainy was almost finished as well.

With that being said, you jumped off the bench, stretching out your limbs in an exaggerated manner, but what the hell. You were on a date, so everyone else could buzz off.

" You all done Dainy?" you chirped, leaning in close. Said man hummed, holding up a hand as he drank up the final residue of the steaming liquid, before distancing the cup from his lipsーwhich looked really kissable in your opinionーand nodded.

Hehe, your Dainy was the cutest.

You held out your hand, to which he took, interlacing his fingers with yours.

Yep, you would make this the best date that this man ever had, and you'd be dammed if he didn't show you that pretty smile at least once.

ー

" Whew! My legs hurrttt!" you groaned out, thoroughly exhausted from the rather long date that you had. You glanced up at Dainsleif and felt a nerve burst. He didn't even look tired! Not one bit! Lucky handsome manー

" I can carry you if you wishー" " No no no, mister, I'm supposed to be spoiling you, not the other way around, don't you dare," you put your hands on your hips, exasperated as Dainsleif attempted to pamper you for the nth time. You knew he was whipped for you, but by god, he was way too whippedーno, he was too loving.

Not in a bad way! You just wanted to spoil him just this once and give him the pampering he so desperately deserved. It was the least you could do!

Ugh, the blister on your heel was seriously killing youーyou regretted wearing these shoes for this long. You craned your neck, sliding off your shoe just a little itty bit to see the damage.

Guhーit was a disgusting bruising color. ' Why did I think wearing these was a good idea?!' you internally screeched as you slid the shoe back on.

" ( name )" your name being called made you turn your head to see, Dainsleif crouching?

Eh?

" What are you doing?" you deadpanned at the sightーyou'd be laughing if it weren't for your heel being a bitch.

" I'll carry you," was his response. You could feel imaginary sweatdrops forming already. " Dainsleif, what did I say aboutー" " I saw your heel, you'll tear it open and make it worse if you walk like that." Geh, how did he know? Well, he was very observant, a little too much.

You thought it over, knowing that he wouldn't take no for an answer. This stubborn ass man.

" Fine," you sighed as you slid your legs between his arms, wrapping your own around his neck gently as he hoisted you up, his hands holding onto your thighs firmly.

Ah, this was the piggyback trope that you'd always heard of.

" I'll get you next time Dainy," you dejectedly hissed, making sure to swing your legs to emphasize your point. He let out a breathy chuckleーtoo bad you couldn't see him smileーbefore humming out an 'mhmm'.

You rested your cheek against his broad back, effectively squishing it. A nice fragrance wafted into your nose before you realized what it was.

His cologne.

Ahーhe wore such nice cologne just for you.

Without even thinking, you mumbled out," Your cologne smells nice Dainy." It really didーthe smell was nice and refreshing. It was almost addicting, it made you take more inhales. Who cared if you sounded weird, you were just complimenting his cologne.

He paused for a momentーjust a moment. You couldn't even see his face, but you noticed the tips of his ears growing redーthey looked so cute. Aww, his ears were red because of his embarrassment��how cute. " Aww, wook at your earsss," you teased in baby-talk, eager to spill out more.

" Hehe, look at you getting embarrassed. Wish I could see your handsome face," you continued to coo, and since he couldn't exactly put you down, he just had to suck it up.

You were pretty sure this was the drowsiness adding more to your boldness, and you were pretty sure Dainsleif knew it as well since you could feel the activity from that day catching up to you. That, and the insane amount of caffeine and sugar that you practically inhaled.

" I love you Dainsleif," you mumbled, before leaning forward to kiss his cheekーerr, well, attempted to. Your lips softly grazed his skin, but it was enough to make him shudder. Not feeling satisfied, you just kissed the tip of his ear, making sure that it lasted long enough, before nuzzling your cheek against his shoulder, and finally letting your exhaustion win you over.

Dainsleif had paused right outside your shared home, with no one to see the two of you under the midnight sky.

You really knew how to make his heart race.

He reflected the drowsy words that had been spoken earlier, letting them echo around his mind.

He smiledーa shame you didn't see itーand let out a soft breath.

" I love you two ( name )."

His deep azure eyes held nothing but affection for you.

Yes, he was happy.

And he loved you, so so much.

[cherry-gemz]

Only You: Ransom Drysdale x You

Summary: You and Ransom are an unlikely pair: different social classes, different personalities. But you find yourself together, but after an eventful evening, will it last?

Pairings: Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: 18+, mention of smut, slight dom!/sub!, tw violence, anger, roleplaying

A/N: My entry for @the-ce-horniest-book-club drabbles. This is meant to be silly roleplay. Just what the reader and Ransom do to spicy things up. I do not condone violence or any aggressive behavior. Everyone has consent. Under 18 DNI, pls.

Prompt: "I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. A devilish smirk appeared and then his face remained still.

Maybe I went too far, you thought. He's going to kill me.

***

Ransom Drysdale. His name was well known in the tri-state area: prolific playboy, a different woman on his arm every week. The only child of Richard Drysdale and Linda Thrombey, and grandson of Harlan Thrombey, a successful writer and mystery novelist extraordinaire. His arrogance and charisma originally turned you off though.

As the New England Club tennis instructor, you found yourself loathing the bratty socialite at first. His extreme good looks and physique were of course delicious to look at, but when he started up lessons with you, you nearly quit. He was a cocky son-of-a-bitch. Never much for small talk on the court.

The Thrombey's in general were self pretentious jerks; leeching off the renowned writer that started his publishing company from the ground up. Not quite old money, but definitely not new. No, the Thromby's were definitely fat cats when talking of wealth and status, but underneath all the designer clothing and flashy cars were hypocritical jerks and wankers. They weren't the self made millionaires as they proclaimed. No, Daddy Thrombey had every part in their success. Without his help, they'd be a fisherman's family.

But Ransom, oh Ransom. You were abhorrently disgusted at how he talked to the staff at the club. Shouting at the waiters when they got his whiskey or scotch order incorrect. Tossing plates at the hostess when his steak wasn't prepared to his likening. Even the pro shop boys were afraid of him that one time he went all Mcintyre on his newly strung racket.

But with you he was different. No, with you he was charming, polite...sweet even. Which made you weary even more of his intentions. He hadn't half bad at the game either, you thoroughly enjoyed playing a match with him. He took a lot of his aggression and stress out on the court and it was fun being competitive.

Eventually he asked you out for a drink, after two times of declining you accepted...mainly because you were curious of how a lazy, spoiled, man-child that was pushing early thirties, could still be so damn attractive.

So that date became two...those two dates became a month. And before you knew it, you were together six months and shocked that he was still entertained. The girls at the front desk were always flirting with him, but ever since you two were dating, he only had eyes for you.

And you for him. Until one night at a local restaurant, where while you waited for him to arrive, you sat at the bar nursing your dry martini. The man that Ransom accused you of sleeping with was attractive. A bit older than what you'd dated in the past, but attractive nonetheless.

"Here alone?" His voice was like butter as he pulled the stool next to you. You crossed your legs and flashed a thigh, your elongated stems were velvety and smooth from a wax appointment earlier that morning. You bit into the green olive and pulled it slowly off the wooden pick, your lips pursed and enticing, stained with a bordeaux wine color.

"Not exactly," you purred as you looked him up and down. His trim physique and armani suit was to be impressed by.

"Well, if you were my date I would never leave your side," he replied as he motioned to the bartender.

You leaned over the bar, pushing your chest up, giving ample viewing.

"Is that right?"

"Indeed. Why, I would kiss the ground you walk on, you're Aphrodite in the flesh."

You smile and giggle at the attention you receive. Unaware that Ransom had arrived and was watching the two of you from afar. The man slinked his hand on your thigh and you startle.

"I have a hotel room not too far from here, what do you say?"

You chest began to burn at the touch of his rough hands. Hands you were not used to. Why, the ones that would caress you down were soft, strong, and lean. Ones that never worked a day in their life.

You grab his hand and twist his wrist and unrelent. Gritting a smile through your teeth, you whisper in the intruder's ear.

"I say, if you lay another finger on me, you'll be peeing through a catheter for a week."

The man whimpered as you released your grip. Ransom barged between you two and decked him square in the jaw.

"You asshole!" He shouted as some patrons screamed. "Don't touch her."

Your intruder fell flat to the ground and everyone stared.

"C'mon, Y/N," Ransom's voice bellowed.

"I'm not done with my drink," you jest.

"I'll buy you a million more elsewhere, let's go."

The man got up slowly and rubbed his jaw, he started to yell obscenities, but security arrived and whisks him away.

"Did you know that guy?" He demanded. His east coast accent always came out thicker when he raised his voice.

You cooly take a sip of your drink, "What? Of course not."

"Yous looked like you did."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means, I'm not here for like five seconds and you already have a guy drooling over you. You let him touch you, Y/N!"

"I didn't let him do anything," you pull your compact out of your clutch and fix the crease of your eyelid makeup and brush it with your finger. You snap your compact shut and you can feel Ransom's temper build. His blood boiling, the nerve of that man. Touching you. Thinking that he could satisfy you. It got you hot that Ransom was jealous.

"Well what did you say to him? I saw you whisper in his ear!"

"I just warned him to not touch me again. I can handle myself Ran."

"You've been sleeping with him."

"That's rich, Ransom."

"Tell me I'm wrong."

You look at him dead straight in the eye, "You're wrong." His chest puffed, his cheeks red. He was showing a different side of him.

"Ransom doesn't like to share," you smirk and he slips his hand behind the small of your back.

"I won't ask again, Y/N. Let's go."

You sit up from the stool, "That was you asking?"

"You know what, Y/N…"

"What?"

"We're over."

Your heart drops to your stomach and you want to puke. We're over? Why? Because of some dumb misunderstanding? Is he serious?

"I can't believe you're ending it over something so ridiculous!"

"It's not ridiculous. I saw it with my own eyes."

"You're crazy!"

"You better believe it, doll, but I'm not stupid. I know when two people have slept together."

"Ran, you need to get your eyes checked!" You spat and threw your drink at his face. The rest of the restaurant viewed the lover's spat and couldn't look away.

He wiped the drink from his face and shook the excess off from his hand. You storm out of the restaurant with him quickly behind you. Your heels pound on the cement as you turn the corner around the dark building. The sound of the harbor waves and the rocking of the boats can be heard from a distance.

"Y/N."

You continue to stride along the brick wall, the moon shone above the inked sky.

"Y/N!" He repeated as he grasped you by the hips. You peered into his blue eyes and searched for answers. He stared intently into yours and didn't say anything. Within seconds, he smashed his lips onto yours, smearing the once perfectly colored lips. His hands cupped your face with a strong hold and you grabbed his dress shirt collar and pressed your body into his.

His hands roam up and down your silhouette, then they find themselves on your globes and he clutches your ass.

He grunts through the kiss as you sigh seductively. He peppers his kisses down your cheek to your neck and sucks on your chest, leaving a mark.

"Ran…" you say breathlessly as his left hand trails up your thigh.

"You are mine…" he coos as you nod.

"Yes, baby…"

"He had no right to touch you."

"No, it was bad. You taught him a lesson."

"You've been bad, it's your turn for a lesson," he whispers in your ear as he inserts his tongue and runs it along your lobe. Chills rub up and down your body and you build a pool between your legs.

"So bad…" you tease.

"Y/N…" he says as you grasp his excitement through his trousers.

"Did you mean it?"

"Mean what baby?" He asks as he slips a digit beneath your panties.

"That we're over," you squeak as you close your eyes and he continues to pleasure you.

"Yes…" he ramps up his ministrations and you grab his wrist, unhappy with his answer. He smiles devilishly.

"Ransom!"

He stops, but doesn't leave his hand from your folds. He looks earnestly in your eyes, even though the unlit side of the restaurant, you can tell he's exposed and being real.

"In ways that I'm done hiding, baby. No more. I want you to be my girl, I want to tell everyone."

This is the Ransom that you know, not the man who hated his family and has never had a nice thing said about him. No, he's a complicated one, but he's yours.

"W-what?" You choke. You had been on the down low all these months considering you were his tennis instructor. You'd be fired for breaching the conflict of interest with a client, and you weren rich like him. The strutiny you'd receive from his family, from the town. All eyes would be on you. He cups your cheek with his free hand.

"Move in with me, baby. I'm crazy about you. I don't want anyone else. You're it, doll."

"Ran…"

"What do you say?" He asks as he starts to pleasure you once again and stifle a giggle.

"You are nuts," you reply as you see stars.

"Fine. But next time I choose the roleplaying, tonight got out of hand," you say and shove him playfully.

"Sure thing, baby. Whatever you say."

[qi-rong-enjoyer]

hey I just realized it's been like over a year since I first read tgcf!!

a full year, and my impressions of characters have changed a hell of a lot.

for example, it's been a known fact since this blog's inception that I love qi rong a hell of a lot. he's horrible and a little menace, and i think he's fantastic! didn't always used to be that way. god, I used to fucking hate the guy. I mean, I felt bad for him at some parts, and he may have managed to crack me up at times, but overall, I hated him with a passion.

at first, I couldn't stand him. I was thoroughly disgusted! he was so fucking awful, and I had zero patience for his bullshit til I checked under the tag, and saw a combination of some of the worst takes (my opinion was 'okay, he's bad, but not that bad, what the actual fuck?') and some people genuinely enjoying him, laughing at him and the things he'd say, and it got me to warm up to him to the point where I still fucking hated him, but yknow?? I could live with it.

then, I got to the end, and I was like shit, maybe Guzi's dad did deserve to get his body stolen! feed your fucking kids! and the fact that guzi chose qi rong as his actual dad, knowing who he was and what he did, made all that hate go away.

the next step, was looking under the qi rong tag again. I really, really, hated some of the things being said there. they felt too harsh sometimes. so I made this blog, because even if he wasn't my favorite, i liked him as a character, I liked him well enough from a writing perspective, so i thought I'd try to give the gremlin some love, because he didn't need to be dragged through the mud like he had no redeeming qualities.

and after approximately the first five posts I made on this blog, he became my actual fucking favorite character in this fucking novel, which I really should have seen coming since my favorites range from extremely pathetic men to stabbyguy mcmurderbastard, born and raised in the sewers, to beautiful himbo whose hand I would be honored to hold.

[mazandaroga]

From the pick a fic send an ask post: Blue Hydrangea and numbers 1, 7, and 9. And for Muryoku numbers 1, 5, 7, and 9.

Ahh, thank you for the ask! (I honestly thought I wouldn't get one lol)

So, about Blue Hydrangea:

1) ANY DELETED SCENES FROM THIS FIC THAT DIDN'T MAKE IT INTO THE FINAL STORY?

Two, actually! And those are:

- Jin and Yuna fucking on the day they met. They would go in the back, in one of the rooms, but I thought it was too soon, so I deleted it all and swapped it for what you have now.

- Not really a deleted scene, but I was planning to make Ryuzo more jealous of Jin and Yuna, but I decided I didn't want a love triangle, so I deleted all his envy/jealousy/whatever you might call it monologue. Now we have this polyamorous relationship. Which I still need to work on sshhh

7) WAS THERE A SCENE/PART YOU ENJOYED WRITING MOST FROM THIS FIC?

Oh, definitely! I thoroughly enjoyed writing Jin and Yuna's first date at the hotel restaurant, and Yuna confronting Ryuzo in the backroom of the club. I loved the banter at the first date, and with Ryuzo, I loved to write Yuna so dominant and demanding. It feeds my soul.

9) DID/DO YOU HAVE ANY RITUALS OR HABITS WHEN WRITING THIS SPECIFIC FIC?

Hmmm, with Blue Hydrangea not really, but it does help to be horney 24/7 because this fic is straight up porn with fluff in between. I promise I'll end the fic when Muryoku is over.

Now onto Muryoku!

1) ANY DELETED SCENES FROM THIS FIC THAT DIDN'T MAKE IT INTO THE FINAL STORY?

I am about to crack my knuckles because it is A LOT

- Jin and Yuna were supposed to kiss already in chapter 6. But no, it was too soon. It's an enemies to lovers, don't forget that, I told myself.

- They were also supposed to kiss at Kukai falls. But nope. It didn't feel right either.

- This was an idea/scene I wrote, but deleted a full 1k words, and that was that Nagao was supposed to be a Tengu, but it wouldn't fit. Because I was like 'What if Nagao was an Tengu? Why didn't he attack/plan sooner? Why now?' and I couldn't come up with answers to those questions, so I scrapped the whole idea/scene. So yes, we could have a Tengu!Nagao.

- Speaking of yokai, Tenzo was supposed to be a Sarugami? But I also deleted that scene, because it made no sense (like if he was, he could have fought Jin at the beach). Tenzo is just a good mortal human.

- A whole scene of Taka admiring Ryuzo while he was bathing naked.

- A full sex scene between Shimura and Goro that might not be deleted and is saved in my docs because I am a disgusting little goblin so you guys only have the short bit

And there probably more, but those are the ones that popped up in my head right now.

5) IF YOU WERE TO GO BACK AND CHANGE ANYTHING A SCENE, A WAY ANYTHING WAS WRITTEN, A PIECE OF DIALOGUE ETC. WHAT WOULD YOU CHANGE FROM THIS FIC?

I would change that there was more scenes with Jin and Shimura? I think I didn't develop their relationship enough. Sure, Shimura LOVES Jin, but I think I didn't write enough that Jin HATED to be locked up all those years, and he didn't have enough discussions with Shimura about it. So I want to work on that in the future if possible and believable, just them being a father and a son.

7) WAS THERE A SCENE/PART YOU ENJOYED WRITING MOST FROM THIS FIC?

Every damn time when Jin changes into his oni, it's always a blast of him going berserk and murder left and right. But my true favorite of him going on a full murder spree was him at the Mamushi farmstead. I wrote that chapter in 2 days. I loved it so much.

Another favorite of mine is Jin and Yuna at old Yarikawa, and their talk in chapter 6.

And this is a personal favorite of mine, that others might not like as much, but the whole chapter 9. Yes, the Shimura chapter. I re-read it so many times when I am sad, and I LOVE that chapter. It's where we find out about Chiyoko being a Kitsune, Shimura's past and his sexual orientation, which he got ridiculed and beaten for, his lose of family, finding love in Goro and ajdkss I LOVE IT SO MUCH Q.Q

9) DID/DO YOU HAVE ANY RITUALS OR HABITS WHEN WRITING THIS SPECIFIC FIC?

With this fic, yes! I do have habits:

- I write mostly in the morning/noon, because that's when my brain works.

- When writing love scenes, I listen to this or this whole playlist of Violet Evergarden. (That whole playlist helps me with every love/fluffy/whimsical moment)

- But when it comes to fighting scens, I watch a lot of action, and here's two examples:

Sword of the Stranger - Final battle

Eren going Berserk

And to that I listen to basically any of Samuel Kim's edition of the AOT OST. My favorites are Eren's Transformation and Eren vs Jaw Titan theme. So yes, when you read any action scene, imagine me blasting this for 3 hours on a loop.

- And I always hve a snack and a drink when writing, because I will be sitting on my chair for hours because I like to update every week for my readers. So sleep? Non-existent.

(@serene-faerie I am tagging you because I think you'll like to read this abou Muryoku)

[willymywonkers]

A Trip into the Factory

Summary: Maude gets invited into the factory for the first time in years. Chaos and fluff ensues.

A/N: This really is an excuse for me to try and write Wonka a little better. It's not too great I'll admit that, but I'm still getting used to writing him, lmaoooo.

It was a typical Tuesday afternoon for Maude, which mainly included grading assignments and checking over the kids work.

However, there was one thing different about this Tuesday. Charlie invited her over to the factory for dinner.

Usually she'd be happy to visit the Buckets, the only set back here was actually going into the factory.

Ever since Wonka and her reunited, things had been a little rocky. Maude was always busy with her students, and tried to creating some order in her schedule. Will was busy mentoring Charlie around the factory. There wasn't any time for them to really connect.

"Sure, I think she would thoroughly enjoy the factory, heh." Willy said, trying very hard to seem confident.

"And, when you're done, we can have dinner with my family." Charlie smiled with excitement.

"Yeah." Will gulped, slightly.

This was one of Willy Wonka's rare moments where he was uncertain. Usually, he knew exactly how people would react when entering the factory, but Maude was a different story. She helped sculpt every room when it was first built.

Willy had planned on asking Maude to move in with him before she got married. Being business partners was one thing, but being actually together was another. He knew from the start on why he didn't like her husband. Even during the wedding, Willy tried to be supportive of her. Hell, he even made especially for her a dozen chocolate roses. His feelings for her never really went away. He just wanted her to be happy.

After being isolated from the world for over 15 years, it really took a toll on how he interacted with others.

Meanwhile, Maude was dealing with her own worries. She looked at herself in the mirror, constantly overthinking.

She needed to leave in about 30 minutes, and that wasn't enough time either. Maude rummaged through her closet desperately searching for something to wear. Eventually, she found a brown dress that was casual enough to wear without looking completely overdressed.

She slipped on some heels and grabbed her coat before heading out the door. She was lucky the factory was walking distance from her house, but when the gates opened, she was extremely hesitant to go inside.

'Come on, Maude. Don't be pathetic.' She thought as her hand was just inches away from the door.

She bit her lip, tapping her gloved fist against the cold steel door.

Suddenly, there was a click and the door swung open. Maude stepped back, surprised a little at the sudden opening of the door.

Wonka stood just a little bit outside the door. He smiled, greeting Maude at the door.

"Heh, welcome, Maude." Will flashed a big smile at her.

She smiled back, taking off her coat. "It's quite warm in here, Will."

"Ah yes. It's because of my oompa loompas. They just can't stand the cold."

Maude tilted her head at Will. "Right, and what are oompa loompas again?"

Charlie had told her about these 'oompa loompas' but she wasn't entirely sure about what they are.

"Oh, well, they're my workers. They were directly imported from Loopmaland." Will explained as the two walked down the large hall.

"Loopmaland? I've never heard of that place before." Maude seemed to look even more confused.

"Well, I discovered it while I was searching the world of exotic candy." Will hummed.

Maude couldn't help, but be amazed at the amount of things Will had done throughout the years. Maude felt that she didn't really accomplish anything. After she left Ron, she mostly did boring adult stuff. When she worked in the factory, Maude felt unique and carefree. Will would listen to all her ideas for different kinds of mixtures. She remembered a time where she felt happy being in the factory, because it almost was a sanctuary to her.

The hallway began to get slimmer and slimmer. Soon enough Maude and Willy crouched down to get to the very small door at the end of the hallway.

"I don't remember the chocolate room being this small." Maude joked, trying not to hit her head on the suddenly short ceiling.

Willy shook his head. "It's not. Just watch."

Just as he turned the key, a whole world was opened up for Maude. Her eyes widened. Her lips parted at the view.

It was meadows of gorgeous green grass, and luscious chocolate river that flowed throughout the factory.

There was buttercups at her feet, and a jelly pumpkin on her right.

Maude felt overwhelmed with joy. "You did all this?" Her voice was below a whisper.

Willy smiled wide. "Yeah, I did."

Maude turned to Willy, smiling dreamily at him. "Wow.." Her body suddenly when limp, as she passed out in a sudden trance.

Willy panicked, catching her before she hit the ground. "Maude? Maude!!"

She snapped out of her trance. "Yes? Yes! I'm awake."

Will took a deep breath. "Heh, good. I was worried that I killed ya there."

Maude chuckled, blushing slightly by the way Wonka was holding her.

Wonka seemed to noticed it too. He cleared his throat. "Well, let's get a move on. There's lots of things I wanna show you."

He set Maude back down on her feet. She chuckled nervously, still amazed at the view.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of low drumming. A purple sea horse shaped boat pulled up right next to Willy and Maude.

"Hop on board!" Willy stepped onto the boat, with Maude following behind.

The Oompa Loompas seemed to be chattering amongst themselves and chuckling.

"What are they laughing about?" Maude chuckled.

He laughed nervously. "Surely, it's from all those doggone coca beans. They're a bit of a handful."

Maude smiled. "They seem quite lovely. I think I got a report from Charlie, talking about living with the Oompa Loompas. It was incredibly-"

"Weird?" Willy interrupted.

"Yeah, but, a good kind of weird." Maude chuckled. "You're a great mentor."

Willy's smile faltered slightly. "Well, I have to get him prepared to run this factory. There's not a lot of people I could trust to hold the secret recipes, and keep them secret."

"Right."

"I guess the only other person would be you."

Maude's expression shifted from happiness to a bit of sadness. She attempted to smile. "Thank you, Will."

She stared blankly for a few seconds. She began to remember Ron's horrid yelling.

"You'll always be in his shadow, Maude. Don't you want your own factory? He stole most of your ideas, Maude. A few of his would be nothing."

Maude would always refuse to steal from Will. Ron would call her a coward. Still, this torment would go on for hours, until she resigned.

The boat began to diverge into a dark tunnel. Maude's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the Oompa Loompas drumming as it began to get faster and faster.

"Can they see where they're going?" Maude said, as she turned to Willy.

"Hehe, no." Will chuckled. "There's no telling where they're going."

Maude's face turned pale as she held on to the side of the boat.

The boat suddenly took sharp dive right into the tunnel. The boat looped and turned as chocolate splashed its sides. Maude suddenly had her arms around Wonka's, holding onto dear life. Will looked over at her a little surprised. In most situations, Will despised human contact. Here, he was just amused. Even when he was a little boy, he hates when adults touched his hair, or even when they lightly tapped his shoulder. However, he was very loose when it came to Maude. She didn't appreciate close contact either, but in very few moments, Maude would casually touch his hand accidentally. She would always say sorry, but it was strange because Will didn't mind it. It was an odd connection between the two. They really just couldn't explain it.

Maude was still holding onto Will as the boat came to a stop. She sighed in relief, but quickly let go of Will.

"Sorry." Maude muttered.

Will gulped. "No matter. Let's continue."

The boat had stopped in front of the experimentation room, a place where Maude was quite familiar with.

"The experiments room. I'm pretty sure you know this one, heh." Will said, hoping off the boat.

Maude looked around, admiring the enormous amounts of lab equipment, as well as different kinds of experiments. "Oh, wow. It's gotten quite modernized."

"You're darn right. I've testing out a ton of new candy, but sometimes it's so hard to focus on one." Willy turned towards a big machine. He turned it on and out came a single stick of gum.

"This piece, right here, is a full 3 course dinner all in itself."

Maude picked up the stick of gum, and simply looked at it.

"I wouldn't eat it. There's still a few things wrong with the mixture."

"I see, and what seems to be wrong with it." Maude carefully set the stick back down.

"Well, it's ok, once it gets to the end. It's the blueberry pie that does it. I've tried it on like 20 Oompa Loompas, and each one ended up like a giant blueberry."

"Do you think it's because you made the mixture of the pie too strong?" Maude examined the sample closely, just before sticking it in her mouth.

"Yeah, well." Will's eyes widened as she stuck the gum in her mouth. "Just spit it out once it gets too sweet."

The flavors were very incredible, however it didn't mask the faint blueberry aftertaste that plagued each flavor. Once it got a but too sweet, she immediately spat it out.

Will looked at her with a bit of disgust. He kept a bit of a distance from her. After a few moments, nothing happened.

"I think I know the problem. The blueberry pie mixture is too strong. It masks all the other flavors with a sweet aftertaste." Maude put the gum in the nearest trash can. "If you eliminate that strong aftertaste, then I believe the gum should be just fine."

Willy's expression turned from disgust to ecstatic in a matter of seconds. He grabbed Maude by the hand, and shook it vigorously. "Maude, you're a genius. Absolutely incredible. I don't get why I didn't think of that sooner."

Maude smiled slightly. "This is just like old times. Remember when we were experimenting with those fizzy lifting bubbles? We flew so high. We almost lost our heads."

"Yeah, haha. I remember." Will nodded, still holding onto Maude's hand.

"I remember Ron being so worried." Maude laughed.

Willy's smile soon faded. "Yeah, him."

Hearing that name again really made Will's blood boil. He had an idea what was happening with Maude and Ron. Will had really hoped Maude would choose candy making over Ron, because that's what made her happy.

His gloved hand had a tight hold on Maude's. "It's really weird, heh."

"What is?" Maude asked.

"Being here with you. I just would've figured you'd always be with me, making candy in the factory."

"Well, I'm here right now."

"That's not what I mean."

Maude tilted her head up at him, a little confused. They looking into each other's eyes for a moment. His gorgeous purple eyes burrow deep into her dark chocolate ones.

He leaned in, giving Maude a tiny peck on the lips. It was quick and painless. Still, it made Maude go red as a cherry.

Willy giggled, wiping the tiny kiss off his lips.

"W-wow.." Maude muttered. "That was unexpected." She blinked for a few moments, promptly pinching herself, before even realizing what had happened.

"Heh, I've always wanted to try that." Will said, smiling wide. "Kissing is so weird."

"But it's a good kind of weird." Maude chuckled, as she pulled Will into another kiss.

This was so much better than she could've imagined.

[mamawolfblood]

Though he didn't know it yet Chris Mclean was in for a shocking revelation. One of the campers is not exactly just some rando kid. This camper is his kid and she is out to expose it.

Name : Iris  Escalona

Age 16

Eye color green

Caramel skin

Black hair that she keeps in a high ponytail. A Cherokee rose on the left side of the hair tie.

Iris is 5ft 8",135lb

Out fit-White tanktop with the alchemists symbol blue acid washed jean shorts black converses

Iris has a dark sense of humor. She loves horror,pranks,is resourceful. Iris is not above smashing some skulls together. She is not quick to anger but Heather pushes a lot of her buttons.

All her life she just wanted Chris to know she was alive. Her mother never gave the reason why she left. She is the oldest of seven children.

________chapter 3_________

• Chris: Last time on Total Drama Island, twenty-three campers arrived and learned that they'll be spending the next eight weeks at the crusty old summer camp. The campers we're faced with their first challenge, jumping off a cliff into the shark-infested waters. While most campers took the plunge, a few were forced to wear the dreaded chicken hat. At the campfire ceremony, it all came down to two campers, Courtney has experience as a CIT in summer camp, but refused to jump, and Ezekiel managed to tick off every female at the camp with his sexist comments about women, in the end, the first camper voted off Total Drama Island was Ezekiel, proving that homeschooling and reality TV don't mix, who will be voted off this week in this dramatic campfire ceremony yet? Find out tonight on Total... Drama...Island.

Iris woke up early and snuck into the kitchen.

It looked a mess it was four in the morning so she needed something to do.

(Confessionals)

Iris looked into the camra

"Ok so ever since I was ten I wake up at four in the morning. Some nights I don't even sleep. Doctors can't figure out why but hey at least I can do something before the challenge starts."

*Static*

(End of Confessionals)

Iris was almost done cleaning when Chef walked in. "And what are you doing up?" Chef said crossing his arms. "Sorry Chef woke up at four and couldn't go back to sleep. I decided to clean the kitchen to help you out. If you need help cooking I can do that too." She said still scrubbing. "Awe thats real nice of you sweetpea. But I can take it from here go get washed up. The mess hall looks great. " Iris stood up saluting him. He did the same to her and she went to the showers.

(Confessionals)

Chef

That girl is a sweetheart. I haven't met a kid who would just clean without being asked. Her parents raised her right she will make a man happy one day.

*static *

(End of Confessionals)

Iris walked into the mess hall. Chef had a cup of coffe ready for her. "Here you go sweetie thanks again for cleaning the place up." He said making her bluch. "No problem if you need any help you can always ask."  She said sitting down. "Why did you clean this dump?! You never do anything nice." Courtney came over before Iris could take on sip of her ainti murder juice. Holding up one finger Iris took a drink. "Ok child now that I had a caffeine shot I can speak. I wake up a four am every day. Why I do not know I just do. Some nights I don't even sleep. As for doing something nice goes. Unlike you I was raised to help someone when I physically can. You were shelter from the world thats why your a spoild brat.  Do you want me to spill what it was you did to my brother, or are you going to sit back down like a good girl?" Iris was now glaring at the pampered princess. Courtney like any other teenage girl that doesn't get her way, stomped away with a "Ahh!"  I waved her finger at the child.

Chris walked in "alright campers time for your challenge. Both teams will complete one lap around the Island. The team that completes the race first wins. "  Trent asked about breakfast. "Oh you will eat after the race. Ready set go!" He laughed as everyone ran.

Iris pov

It was a nice warm up but ,I doubt that this is the actual challenge.  When we made it back to the mess hall a buffet was waiting for us. It was so beautiful I wanted to cry. Though something sinister is happening here. This is a set up so I'm not going to eat to much. I saw cranberries the kind you get on Thanksgiving and chowd down. It was refreshing everyone else asked why I wasn't eating anything but Cranberries. "Think about it why would they give us this food. It's a plot for the challenge. Trust me I want to chow down with all of you." I said making them shrug and go back to eating. Courtney was glaring at me. I think about it the guy that asked me the question was Duncan.

(Confessionals)

Iris started laughing.

"Oh she is a treat I will thoroughly enjoy this."

*Static*

(End of Confessionals)

"Hey Duncan can you step outside with me? This won't take long." I said standing up. He shrugged and followed me outside. Once we were out of ear shot I turned to him.

Meanwhile in the mess hall.

Courtney pov

"They have been gone for awhile. I'll go check on them." I said having campers telimg me to leave them be. Iris is a conveying snake you can't ever trust her.

"Hey guys what are yo-Ah!" I walked out to find them making out. I march up to them and pull him away getting in her face. She smirks at me. "Hello Courtney how can I help you?" She chuckles "You can help me by not macking on my teammate you snake." I growled

(Confessionals Duncan, Iris)

Duncan

"If she is a snake and thats her bite. Please bite me some more."

*static*

Iris

"*laughs* oh wow I was right she likes him. This is going to be a fun day for Duncan and me. He is on board with the plan. Obviously he is enjoying this too. *smirks* bey bey second place Courtney"

*Static*

Iris pov

Duncan stood between myself and Courtney crossing his arms. "I think you should run inside. You don't own me there four have no say in my actions." He said wrapping one arm around me. I place my hand on his chest the top of my head under his chin. I was side glancing at her. She growled stomping away. Once she was gone we bust out laughing.  He picked me up bridal style carrying me inside. "This is mine no one else can have her." He said sitting me down at my seat we started to feed each other. "Can you two get a room?" Heather complained. "Can you get a new attitude." I said making her gasp.

Once the buffet was cleared Chris came back in. "Everyone ready for the awake athon!" I knew it and they say I'm a snake. "Wait so you had us eat all this food so you can see who will fall asleep first?" Gwen asked "Yes Gwen Yes I did" I laughed "oh that so evil its good."  I said "Glad your finding this amusing lose lips" Courtney said  "Hey they are open for you too." I wink at her. "Your disgusting " she said following Chris to the pit fire. I sat in Duncan's lap during the challenge to get on princess sunshine's nerves. Its almost night fall I'm about to fall asleep. Duncan puts his hand on my cheek "got to stay awake gorgeous. How can I look into those beautiful eyes if they are closed?" I giggle at the sickeningly sweetness. "Let her fall asleep at least I won't be second place. " Courtney said  laughing "oh your second place in everything so shut up. " I said before glares at her.

Its now been twent-four hour mark. Come on stupid bass fall asleep. I thought to myself. It was now Myself, Trent,and Gwen for the Gophers and the Bass only had Courtney and Duncan.  Once Chris started to read the history of Canada Courtney, and Trent fell asleep.  Leaving Gwen, Duncan and me. "I have to hit the can" Duncan said as the camra crew followed him. Gwen fell asleep I was about to when Chris announced that the Gophers won. I smile before falling flat on my face.

• [The Killer Bass are standing outside of the cabins, stuff are outside due to Eva throwing them because she can't find her MP3 because Heather stole it.]

•

• Eva: [screaming angrily] Where is my MP3 player?! One of you must stolen it, I need my music! No one is going anywhere until I get my MP3 player back! [She angrily throws a book, which almost hits Harold]

•

• Courtney: Okay, whoever took it better give it up now before she destroys the whole camp.

•

• Heather: Hey, guys, wow, this place is a real mess.

•

• Courtney: Someone stole Eva's MP3 player.

•

• Heather: [holds Eva's MP3 player] Who don't mean this to you? [Eva is surprised that Heather found her MP3 player, which Heather actually stole it] I was wondering who it belonged to, I found it by the campfire pit. You must have dropped it.

•

• Eva: Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!

• Heather: Sure thing. [Leaves. Static buzzing, in the confessional] Turn a team against their own members, easiest trick in the book. (Static buzzing)

• Eva: [smiles sheepishly] So, sorry about the that little misunderstanding. [The Killer Bass glare at Eva] Guess no one stole it after all. Okay, maybe I overreacted a little. [Laughs sheepishly]

Iris and the Gophers watch the marshmallow ceremony of the Killer Bass. It was down to Alpha geek Harold and wack Job Eva. Both looked nervous until Chris gave it to Harold. Wow did not see that one coming. They threw away their strongest team mate. Welp looks like the Gophers have it even easier now.

Chris "you All can get some sleep tonight you all are safe for now. Find out what happens next time on Total Drama Island."

(Have I mention how much I don't like Courtney yet. Well I don't have a great day/evening)

[veronica-lawyer]

Micheal (and Jeremy) in the Bathroom

Trigger warning for self harm and panic attacks.

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Michael ran into the bathroom and slammed the door. Dark thoughts and flashbacks started to fill his head. Flashbacks to the Halloween party at Jake's house in Junior started to fill his mind. Jeremy had called him a loser and almost let and burn to death, physically and mentally.

Well shit, guess what. It's senior year and it happened again.

But it wasn't Jeremy, it was that bitch ass Chloe. She saw how his hoodie sleeves rolled up. Saw the dozens of scars littering his wrists, new and old. She saw his horrified expression when he realized his (almost) fatal mistake.

Chloe's face went from stoned, to numb, to horrified, to disgusted, to taunting in a matter of mere seconds. Then she opened her mouth and almost inevitable words that spilled out that are currently giving him a panic attack, were, and he quotes:

"My god, you made these yourself? How pathetic. What a fucking loser."

See, that might've been a joke, or something sick that she didn't mean to say while she was under the influence. But Michael didn't think that way, so he dropped his drink like a bat out of hell and weaved his way to the bathroom.

Apparently Jeremy didn't think it was too much of a joke either, because he was still in the corner of the kitchen at the brink of beating the shit while Michael was in the bathroom once again, desperately looking around Jake's cabinets for a razor.

Or as Micheal liked to call it, a way to relieve himself.

It was almost like a dream. Everything felt as if it were moving in slow motion. People trying to pry Jeremy away from Chloe as Micheal found a razor and sanitized it. Hey. He was suicidal, but he didn't want an infection.

After making sure it was thoroughly clean, he sat at the edge of the tub and rolled up the leg on his jeans.

The first cut, despite being the lightest, always stung. Like the joking insults, the razor continued to cut deeper and deeper. Words starting as harmless jokes into people constantly reminding him how much he was worth. Nothing. At all. To anyone. Ever.

He continued to harshly swipe the razor along his thigh, feeling the sharp pain as beads of crimson dropped down his leg and stained his pants and socks. He was about fifteen cuts in when Jeremy, after weaving through the crowd, opened the door. He made sure it was locked before running over to Micheal and quickly removing the razor from his hands.

"No...give it back" Micheal croaked out as he gently hugged his now shredded legs, sinking to the floor.

"Micheal...why do you do this to yourself?" Jeremy said in horror. He took the razor that he was clenching in his hand and shoved it deep into the trash can.

He held his hands out to Micheal. "Can I see?" He asked in a soft voice, almost crying, pointing at his thighs.

Micheal hesitantly stretched his legs out. He hid his face in shame when he realized what he had done to himself. He broke down sobbing once again. Jesus Christ, why couldn't he just be normal? Not a freakish loser who sliced up his body when he was overwhelmed. What a fucking baby.

Jeremy, on the other hand, was horrified. Why would Micheal do this to himself ? He was so strong. So amazing. But he was never told that. Never reminded that without begging for validation. The people around him only said he was loved because they had to. Only saying it when prompted and then leaving him to bleed. No checkups, no, “hey, how are you?”s. Just getting left alone. No wonder he didn’t feel loved.

“Micheal...” Jeremy said, almost crying. “You don’t deserve this”

“So what, Jeremy?” Micheals voice cracked. “Everyone else thinks I do. All I wanted is for you to stay by my side. But you upped and fucking left, just like the last party. Why should I believe you care? You favor other people over me all the time, even though we’ve been friends for over twelve years. Why. Why should I believe you care??!”

There was silence. Jeremy was stunned. He never knew that Micheal felt this down on himself. And others.

“I’m sorry”

Micheal was very confused. “What?”

“I’m sorry Micheal. I keep ignoring you for a valid reason. Ever since i left Christine, I always realized you were there for me. You never left my side. You still have my back even though I keep leaving yours. And I have no idea why. I don’t deserve it.”

“Why the fuck are you ignoring me??? WHY DO YOU KEEP COMING BACK??” Micheal cried. He was yelling. He was very pissed. He asked for an explanation and got nothing.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU YOU IDIOT!”

Micheal was stunned. He Never had heard those words directly to him before. There’s no way. Jeremy Heere. Boy of his dreams, who supposedly despised him loves him?

“You...” Micheal asked with no emotion. “You what?”

“You always have my back Micheal!! You’re amazing. You’re my player 1. I don’t know what if so without you. I can’t-“

He was cut off by Micheal grabbing the back of his head and smashing their lips together. Tears welled in both of their eyes. Jeremy kissed back passionately. They both stayed there for about 20 seconds before having to part for a breath.

“I love you too” Micheal said.

-

Eventually they both collapsed in each other’s arms, hugging one another tightly. They stayed like that for a while, just embracing each other’s warmth while the party roared outside the locked door.

Jeremy spoke up. “So...do you wanna be the reinds...”

“Don’t say it”

“...to my boyf?”

“You’re a dork” Micheal laughed. “But you’re my dork. And yes, I’d love that”

Micheal kissed Jeremy once again, and then sat back down and held Jeremy. They stayed like that for however how long, just enjoying each other’s presence.

And they were happy.

So, so happy.

The end :)

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Hope you enjoyed!

[bigdaddyomega]

The Nunz: Chapter 1

Once upon a time, in a galaxy far, far, far, far, far away, there was a church. This church was far different from an ordinary church. If one were to pass by, they probably would have never expected it to be a church. The appearance of the building seemed very old and rundown. Most were surprised that there were people still living in it. Though it was still very active. The yard and the greenery was indeed a very beautiful sight to see. The pond was perfectly clean where fish and many other small creatures were able to swim freely. The grass was perfectly cut and the flowers began to bloom. Which meant that spring was beginning to come.

Despite the beautiful sight of everything, Alyssa Nelson hated this place. It made her sick to her stomach just to look at it. She despised the way that the building looked. She felt that she would be living under terrible conditions during her stay at this place. If she could go back in time, she would have tried to convince her mom to not even think about sending her to this place that she believed was so horrid. She observed who she assumed were humans wearing silver masks and all black outfits playing a game of football with one another. She believed that they looked intimidating and already decided that she wanted nothing to do with them.

"Mom, do I really have to do this?" Alyssa asked her mom as she turned to look at the older version of herself.

"Yes, it's for your own good." Mrs. Nelson replied to her eighteen year old daughter. Alyssa shook her head.

"But I'm eighteen years old. I shouldn't have to go to rehab." She disagreed.

"It's not rehab. It's an alternative program for you to better yourself. And I am sending you here because you are eighteen. I don't want you to go down the wrong path and end up dead when you're twenty. That's my worst fear." Mrs. Nelson explained. Alyssa could hear the worry in her mother's voice and that made her feel extrmely uneasy.

"They always say that one time won't hurt, but that could not be further from the truth. I want you to better yourself. Just give this place a chance, Alyssa." Her mom said. This was the last time she could convince her child that this was what was best for her. The only response that her daughter gave was to roll her eyes and get out of the vehicle. At this point she knew that she no longer had a choice. All hope was lost for her. She popped the trunk open and began to get all of her belongings out with the help of her mother. Luckily, Alyssa was able to carry it all with both of her hands.

Meanwhile, a girl the same age as Alyssa was still sitting in the car in front of them. She observes the entire area. She admires the beauty of it all. But hates the fact that she has to be here with a passion. Like Alyssa, she felt that she had done nothing wrong. Or at least nothing horrible to where she needs to be here. Her father stared at the spitting image of himself in disgust. He most definitely believed that she deserved to be here. He wanted her to change. He just didn't want the responsibility of helping her to change.

"I hope that you get something out of however long you need to be here. So that you will never do what you did again." He told his daughter in a stern tone. She didn't mind him talking to her in this tone at all. In fact, she wanted to get out of the car so that she could get the hell away from him.

"Alright, later dad." Were this girl's departing words from him. She stepped out of the car and slammed the door to the passenger seat just to spite her father. She opens the back seat of the car and starts to take out each trash bag containing her belongings one at a time. The attention of those who are outside is now on her. Not a single one of those ghouls could take their eyes off her. Some were admiring her beauty. Others were judging by the way that she carried herself. Fire, the smallest ghoul of them all, could not help but to laugh. He did his absolute best to hide it by pretending to cough, and clearly that did not work. His best friend Aether shook his head.

"Dew, Don't laugh, it's not funny." Aether criticized. However, Fire just could not find the strength to stop.

"I can't help it!" Fire almost screamed and began to become hysterical. Those around him could see the tears of laughter streaming down his eyes.

"I really don't get it. She couldn't just ask somebody if she could borrow a suitcase?" Rain commented.

"I bet you she's too poor!" Swiss said. All of the ghouls looked at each other and began to laugh in unison. Fire was right, it indeed was very comical.

The other girl made it to the front of the convent without her father. She wanted to do this alone. It was also too late to want her father with her, he had already driven off. There was no turning back from here. She was officially stuck. Both Alyssa and her mother stare at the girl. Regardless of them judging her, she gave them a smile. Before anybody could say anything, the door opened to reveal a petite aging woman who had long gray hair that was tied back. Though she was aging, she was still very pretty and presented herself very professionally.

"Hello. I'm Sister Imperator, and I'm the director of this institution." The older woman introduced herself. She held out her hand to Mrs. Nelson first. They both shook hands and Sister gave her a smile. This smile was almost too nice. It had the potential to be deceptive.

"Hi, I'm Adele and this is my daughter Alyssa." Mrs. Nelson introduced the two of them. Sister Imperator then shook Alyssa's hand giving her that same smile and turned to the other girl.

"I'm Star. Nice to meet you." The other girl was finally able to reveal the name that she had given to herself just before being here. Sister Imperator furrowed her brows.

"I'm sorry, there has to be a mistake of some sort. I didn't get the name of Star in anyone's paperwork." She stated out of confusion. Star had to think of an answer. She couldn't stand her real name and believed that now was her chance to get away from it.

"Ok, that's just my nickname. If you read my paperwork thoroughly, you would know that my real name is fucking awful. So please, just call me Star." The young girl practically begged. The only instant response that Sister could give was to nod after she shook her hand.

"I understand completely. My real name isn't all that great either. But anyways, it is nice to meet you all. We are so happy to have you join us. Come inside and I'll show you around the convent before we make any final decisions." She said and reentered into her own home. All three of the other women followed her inside. All of their expectations of what this place was going to be were now gone. The interior of this place was absolutely stunning. The entire place was brightly lit due to the row of crystal chandeliers. The pillars surrounding the second floor looked as if they were just built in. The checker printed tiled floor was probably just cleaned minutes before they entered.

Sister Imperator showed them every inch of the inside of the building. From the cafeteria that was empty at the moment, but it was a very clean place. She also showed them an example of the rooms which they are going to be staying in. The king sized beds made both girls tired just by the sight of them. They did not have to lay in them to know that they were extremely comfortable. Even their bathrooms were very luxurious. However, nothing could beat the chapel. This entire area of the large building was the most beautiful of them all. The stain glass windows reflected many colors into the room and behind the altar was a large cross. Alyssa and Star had never seen a crucifix so big in their lives.

"As you all can tell, we are a very Christian organization. We do our best to help late adolesence and young adults to better imporve themselves in order to go out into the real world in just under two years." Sister Imperator explained as she opened the back door which lead to the outside of this place. Everyone followed her. Alyssa and her mom seeming normal, and Star, her eyes were so wide due to thinking about how she may not get out of here until she's twenty. All three women enjoyed the sight of the outside. Mrs. Nelson was observing from a critical view. But the girls were more interested in the football game going on between the ghouls.

"One of the ways of improvement that we have observed throughout this entire program is having at least two hours of physical activity every single day." Sister added her commentary once again. All of them watched as a nameless ghoul named Mountain had the ball in his hands. He was trying to throw it, but another ghoul named Swiss was blocking him from doing so.

"Swiss, move!" Mountain yelled in a very annoyed tone. However, Swiss did not respect his request and actually did the exact opposite. Swiss made the wise decision to kick Mountain in the ballsack. This was the worst feeling in the world for ghouls and humans alike. Mountain held onto his crotch area as if he was holding on for dear life. The only female ghoul out there at the moment took notice of what had happened. Cumulus was probably one of the most caring individuals of anyone in this place. Not only that, but anyone who came into contact with her found her to be adorable.

"Blow the whistle! Blow the whistle!" Were the only words that Mountain could say at the moment. Cumulus did just that.

"Half time!" She called out. Everyone groaned out of annoyance because one of the two teams was on the verge of winning.

"Typical." Swiss shook his head. He kicked Mountain in that same area again. But this time the pain was a lot worse than the previous kick.

"Let me ask you something, if this is such a Christian envirionment, then how come all of them over there are wearing devil masks?" Mrs. Nelson inquired.

"Oh well, it's one of the forms of punishments that we have here. That would mean that they comitted a mortal sin." Sister replied. Mrs. Nelson nodded even though she may not have agreed with that. It seemed that this was the end of the entire tour, and it was now time to make the decision whether or not Alyssa would be staying there. Alyssa was hoping and praying to the god that she doesn't believe in, that her mother has changed her mind.

"So, the last thing that I need to go over with you is pricing. I have the bill right here for you to make the final decision." Sister went into her jacket to take out an average piece of paper. Mrs. Nelson took it and her eyes nearly came out of their sockets as a result of reading the price.

"So, this is the price per year, correct?" She asked.

"No. Actually per week." Sister replied. Mrs. Nelson turned to her daughter and then placed her signature on the bottom of the paper. At this moment, Alyssa was officially doomed. She hated this feeling more than anything. She felt that she was about to have a heart attack.

"I'll pay for it the best way that I can, even if that means me getting a loan. But please help my daughter to improve. That's really what I want for her." Alyssa's mother said. Sister Imperator placed her hand on her shoulder.

"Don't worry about that, she's in good hands with us." Sister reassured her. Alyssa and her mother shared one last hug with each other. This was the last embrace that they would have with one another for a long time. Potentially two years if her mother could not afford another flight to come see her. Her mother told her that she loved her as they left each other's embrace. Alyssa didn't tell her mother that she loved her back. In fact, she wanted nothing to do with her at that moment. She wondered how her mother could say that she loved her but send her to a place like this.

Once her mother had driven away, Sister Imperator's smile completely disappeared. She was now completely serious. It was almost like she had mutated right before their eyes. It scared both girls because they had no idea what to expect next.

"Alright bitches, listen up. Almost everything that I had said was complete and utter bullshit. I really could care less about your well being. I only do this program because I love my money. So if you two can keep your goddamn mouths shut for two years, then maybe your life won't be so miserable here!" She explained in a very feisty tone.

"So, this isn't a church?" Star wanted clarification. Out of all the question to ask, she asked that one.

"It is, just not a Christian church." Sister Imperator answered. Star nodded and then she tried to figure out what kind of church it really was.

"Now, you two should be escorted to your rooms. Cardinal!" Sister Imperator directed. Now the girls had their hopes up. Only because they saw how comfortable the beds were and only wanted to get at least an hour of sleep at the moment. A young looking man appeared suddenly. He was wearing all black and his light brown hair was neatly in place while the hat was able to stay on top of his head. Both of the girls thought he was sort of odd looking.

"Cardinal, this is Alyssa and Star, they are new potential sacrifices. Could you please escort these ladies to their new rooms?" Sister Imperator requested.

"Of course." Cardinal Copia answered and motioned for the two young women to follow him. Copia lead them back inside along with all of their stuff. When he noticed all of the luggage that they had, he was reminded of what needs to be done.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I need you to leave your belongings right here." He said. Both girls gave him a confused stare.

"What? Why?" Alyssa questioned.

"You're not allowed to have anything personal here. Anything that you need we'll provide for you." He explained.

"So then what's going to happen to my shit?" Star asked.

"You'll get it back when you're released." He said. Both of the girls dropped their stuff on the floor and displayed as much attitude as they could.

"You're making this shit sound like a prison." Star commented.

"Shut up and follow me." Cardinal Copia ordered and continued walking. Both of the girls followed him and now felt empty without carrying all of their belongings. He leads them down to a dark stairway. For them it was very scary. Star was wondering what the hell they needed to go into the basement for. Because that was what this place was, a basement. The further down they went, the more spearated from the sunlight they became. It took them about five total minutes to make it to the floor. It was cold and made of pure concrete. Alyssa jumped as soon as she saw the pentogram spray painted red on the floor. She didn't really know why she was so scared of it. It was only a geometric shape. But to her, there was just something so eerie about it. Star looked down as well and the symbol did not even phase her on the outside. But on the inside she was just as scared.

"So creepy." Alyssa whispered. Star nodded agreeing with her. Cardinal Copia stopped at a door on the side wall and took out an entire ring of many keys. Somehow he was able to pick out the right one to unlock the door. When the door opened, he motioned for the two of them to go inside. When they stepped in, neither of the girls were impressed. There were just two rows of twelve beds on each side. The only light source that they have is a single lightbulb in the middle of the ceiling. They both looked extremely disappointed.

"You're not going to tell me that this is our room." Alyssa protested.

"Pick a bed." Cardinal Copia said and closed the door from there. Both Alyssa and Star heard the sound of a click before the footsteps leaving the basement. That one click scared both girls to death. Alyssa immediately sprinted over and tried to turn the knob of the door. She couldn't. Neither of them could even try to break the door down. Both turned to each other with anxiety taking over the both of them.

"Shit. I hate to break it to you, but we're locked in." Alyssa revealed.

Author’s Note: wasn’t that shitty as fuck? Yeah I agree. But this is the first chapter of my first Ghost fanfic. As I said in my previous post, this is on my Wattpad but I’m going to post it on here. Enjoy regardless and I love y’all.💀❤️

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Into the light

Part 2.

Pairings:Park Jimin (BTS) x reader.

Genre: Fluff, horror, very confused Y/N, vampire!Au, CEO!Au

Warnings:Uh a really creepy scene with some disgusting stuff if you're easily triggered and easily scared, blood.

OST:Joy(red velvet)- OMG!(Ost of the Great seducer)

Synopsis:You need money. Park Jimin has money. You end up getting a job as a housekeeper in his gargantuan mansion. But what secrets might the handsome CEO be hiding under his flashy image?

A/N:Well, it's finally out. This update took a lot of prayer, meditation and formatting to get out. Like this is the third time I'm typing it to post. The forces of evil will not prevail. Anyway like I said this is going to be a long fic and I hope you all can follow through to the end. Enjoy!

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Park Jimin.

He looked nothing like what you had seen of him. The pictures did him no justice at all. He was a hundred times more gorgeous in person.

You sat in your room after Park Jimin had told you to treat yourself to something warm and change your clothes.

You sat biting your fingernails and your thoughts wandered. You remembered his intense gaze on you while he wrapped his strong arms around you.

You remembered his soft eyes burning with curiosity as he had led you out of the pool.

You screamed in frustration.

How the hell were you supposed to focus on anything now?!

God.

You needed air.

You stood up and made your way to the window, before opening it wide. You breathed in the clean air and tried to clear your head. You glanced downstairs and your eyes caught the CEO moving quickly into one of the cars in his driveway and zooming out of the estate. He was leaving already? But he just got here. You took a deep breath and ran out of your room, bumping into Taehyung. "Y/N! What's the rush?" He asked, puzzled. "Uh the CEO, he's leaving already?" Taehyung looked understandably confused.

"I see you've met him."

He studied you, a suspicious look on his face. "He had an emergency."

You blinked, embarrassed.

"Oh."

God you felt stupid. What exactly were you rushing out to do? Kiss him goodbye? 'Pull yourself together Y/N.' You whispered to yourself.

"Are you okay?"

You looked up and met Taehyung's eyes. He had this look in them. A look you didn't understand. "Did something happen?" He asked again slowly, carefully choosing his words. You thought of telling him about the Incident in the pool and bit your lip. "I,uh,fell in the pool. And he rescued me." Taehyung's brows creased in worry. "It's a shallow pool." "I know, I just... panicked." There was an uncomfortable silence. "Is that all?" You met his eyes again. "Yeah." He smiled. "Okay." You turned to go but stopped, curiosity getting the better of you.

"CEO Park..." You began and Taehyung turned to you.

"Are you close to him?"

There was no expression on his face.

"I'm his PA."

"Does he come home often?" You continued without thinking. "It depends."

Shut up Y/N.

"Why does he live alone? Where is his family? I mean the rumors are that he has no family but this house is big enough for ten families so there must be some kind of explanation right?" Your brain screamed at you to shut the hell up but your mouth kept moving. Taehyung's face hardened, then he broke into a disturbing smile.

"You ask too many questions Y/N."

Your breath caught in your throat and you suddenly felt uncomfortable, and very, very afraid. You scampered back to the pool. Maybe Joon was right. Maybe the CEO was hiding something dangerous. You drained the water quietly, feeling as though someone was watching you. But each time you turned around, no one was there. You became sure that you wouldn't stay long in this house.

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He watched her from the trees. She was dressed in black, but she shone brighter than the sun. Her eyes were as fierce as the blade on her dagger. It wasn't the first time he had watched her and it wouldn't be the last. She smiled triumphantly as she pounced on her kill and his heart lurched. He wasn't allowed to love her, but he already did. All he ever did was watch, too afraid to approach, too entranced to stay away. He was torn, so all he could do was watch.

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The days passed by uneventfully, you hardly saw the CEO again, as he was barely ever around, and on the days you noticed his shoes at the doorway, you steered clear of him. Taehyung you saw everyday now, as he had made an annoying habit of getting in your way anytime you were working and watching you when he thought you weren't looking.

For Christ's sake.

You must have been really out of line that day to warrant this. Taehyung seemed kind enough, but then you didn't really know him. You were barely a month in an already fed up. School resumed(thankfully), a respite from your monotonous way of life. Namjoon brought life and light to your days but you always found yourself back in that mansion, bored and alone, with no one to relate to but Taehyung, who wasn't much company.

You sighed.

You would soon start naming your cleaning equipment.

You quickly finished your bagel and dusted your hands on your skirt. You stood up from the patio and walked into the living room. You plugged your iPod in , and put your earphones in your ears. You scrolled through your playlist and tapped on Somi's 'Birthday'. You fired up the vacuum cleaner and soon became lost in your own world.

"Oops, you're not invited!, yeah you're not invited!."

You sang along terribly, shaking your body to the tune and catchy beats. You turned the vacuum into your dance partner and imagined yourself on 'Dancing with the stars.' You breathed heavily, turned around and your soul almost left your body.

"Oh my God!!!" You yelled as you stumbled and fell backwards. You stared in shock at CEO Park, standing a few steps in front of you, who was also staring back.

What the hell?

How long had he been standing there?

He continued staring at you, this time however amusement mixed with the same curiosity that filled his eyes from your incident at the pool.

"Pre- president Park?" You stuttered, thoroughly confused as you stuggled to get back on your feet. He just stared at you silently, doing this for so long that you began to feel uncomfortable. Where was Taehyung when you needed him?

"Uh, I'm sor- sorry." You choked out again, unsure of what to say to the handsome man standing in front of you, who still hadn't said a word. He closed the gap between both of you, until his face was inches a way from your yours.

"Let me make something very clear miss Y/N." He said, his voice heavy in dialect. "This is not your house. It is a place of work. The next time you want to fool around, I suggest you take it outside." He said firmly and you gulped, unable to speak.

Where was the person that had rescued you in the pool? Surely it couldn't be the man standing in front of you.

"Do you understand?" He asked again.

"Y- yes sir."

He gave you one last stare, and you tried to read his expression. He didn't seem angry, just a little bit uncomfortable? He finally turned around and walked away. You let out a sigh you didn't know you had been holding. It felt as if someone had punched you in the gut. You didn't know what you had been expecting. A warm reception?

He was still the CEO after all, and you were his employee. Just because he had rescued you didn't mean that you two were close.

Then why were you feeling so disappointed?

You slowly tucked your earphones and iPod into your pocket, the air in the room feeling colder than the air outside.

****

"Hey there dork."

Joon smiled at your sleepy face from the phone screen, and you smiled back.

"Hi." You muttered drowsily. Namjoon's face twisted with worry. "Oh geez babe. You look awful."

"Thanks. I know."

You pulled your face with your palms.

"I'm exhausted."

Namjoon looked at you with pity. "You need to get out of that house." You laughed bitterly. "I don't really have a choice do I? I signed a contract." "Well they definitely knew what they were putting you up to." You scoffed and rubbed your left foot. "You know, living here would even be bearable if the CEO was.....I don't know....human? I mean he saved me alright, and.....I don't know. I wish he would give me something more,he's so stoic all the time,it's driving me crazy."

You sighed.

"I probably sound stupid don't I? Like I have no idea what I'm talking about." Namjoon raised an eyebrow in a smirk. "What? You can't expect me to flatter you right? You sound stupid all the time." You laughed. "God I love you so much, you idiot." "I love you too babe."

A sudden cry of anguish pierced through the air, forcing it's way into your room and into your ears. You dropped your phone in shock.

"Y/N? Y/N! What the hell was that?! Y/N!"

You picked up your phone shakily. "I -I-don't know."

The scream came again, a horrible shriek of agony similar to that of someone in unimaginable pain and torment.

"Oh my God! Namjoon what is happening?!" "Get up. Lock the doors! Whatever you do don't leave your room!" Your already panicked thoughts somehow drifted to the CEO. "But what about the CEO? He could be in danger! I have to go make sure he's okay!" "1st rule of horror movies Y/N! Don't leave your room when you hear a suspicious noise! Please just stay where you are! Forget about the CEO! You could get hurt!" "But I can't just stay here! I...." Your battery suddenly died.

"Joon? Namjoon? Namjoon!"

You gulped, forcing back tears as the horrible scream rang through the air again.

"Okay Y/N. Calm down. I- I have to get help first, have to call the police. CEO Park. I - I have to check if he's okay."

Whatever you do don't leave your room.

Namjoon's warning rang through your head as you pulled open your bedroom door and dashed out in a mad frenzy, running blindly up the stairs until you got to the CEO's bedroom. You ran towards it in Joy but stopped short as the scream rippled through the air again. Your heart stopped in your ribcage as you traced the sound in dread.....it was coming from the room. His room. You stepped forward numbly, blood pounding your head so loudly you almost couldn't hear your brain screaming at you to run and not look back.

The door was slightly ajar. You peered in and saw him, crouched on his bed,his hands matted wildly in his hair.

He was shirtless and you could see veins criss crossed on his back, with several wounds that were opening up again, and you grimaced in disgust.

He was rocking back and forth, groaning in pain and you gasped, making him stop.

His head turned to you slowly and his eyes met yours.

That person didn't look like park Jimin. That person didn't look like him at all. His eyes were blood red with a hunger so fierce it knocked you off your feet. You stumbled and landed on your bottom, about to scream when a pair of arms grabbed you, lifting you up and covering your mouth to stifle your scream.

"Get back inside your room. NOW."

Taehyung was holding a vial with a dark red substance inside.

You stammered incoherently, fear numbing your brain and tears rolling down your cheeks. Taehyung gripped you firmly, jolting you back to your senses.

"Please Y/N you have to trust me. Go back to your room and lock the doors. Go! Now!" Taehyung pushed you towards the stairs. "Go!"

You turned and ran, running as fast as your legs could carry you, not stopping until you reached your bedroom, and then bolting the door, propping chairs up against it. The scream rang through again, and you covered your ears and curled on the bed, futiley trying to block it out,while shinning brightly in the sky, was a blood red moon.

You woke up the next day to a peaceful morning. The sun was shining brightly and the birds sang happily, as if nothing had happened the night before. You as well almost began to think that you had just had some crazy dream, until you saw the chairs propped up against your bedroom door and your heart sank.

You hadn't been dreaming.

You carefully opened your room door, stepping outside slowly. Everything looked so normal. You felt sick.

You ran down the stairs and towards the front door and saw Taehyung talking to someone behind the door. His gaze fell on you.

"Ah, here she is officer. Come here Y/N."

You shuffled your feet to his side and came face to face with a police officer. "Safe and sound. Just as I said."

The officer looked you over gently, his stare boring into you and you averted your eyes to his name tag. Min Yoongi.

"Are you really okay miss? You know that if there's something wrong you can tell me." You gulped, your throat suddenly dry and using every ounce of will power left in you to force the lies out of your mouth. "N- nothing's wrong officer. Everything's fine." He smiled at you. "Your friend sent us over. Sounded really freaked out on the phone. We were here last night and tried the door bell, but no one answered, so we decided to come back in the morning. I'll be sure to let him know that you're alright. Sir. Ma'am." He said as he tipped his cap and walked away. You turned and began to walk away too but Taehyung's voice stopped you.

"Y/N. We need to talk." He said as he made his way past you and into the parlour. You followed and sat opposite him.

You stared at your knees, avoiding Taehyung's eyes.

"Are you okay?"

You didn't reply.

"Well, I guess I deserve that."

Silence.

He cleared his throat.

"About yesterday, you were really startled right? I'm sorry you had to see that. The CEO has a heart condition you see, and yesterday he forgot to take his meds so...."

Anger welled up in you. You had been scared senseless yester night and you were pretty sure that what you had seen was not normal, yet Taehyung had the guts to sit there and lie? Did they think you were a fool?

"Really? A heart condition? That's what you're going with? I thought you'd be smarter than that Taehyung."

You stood up.

"Where the hell is the CEO? Shouldn't he at least be here to clarify or explain things to me? I guess even in this situation he still sends his lackey to cover up!" Taehyung remained quiet but you saw a pained expression flicker across his face.

"I know what I saw. There was someone.... something in the CEO's room. Something happened last night! Don't try to make me look crazy! And what about what you said Hun? You practically begged me to get back in my room and lock the doors. How do you explain that?!" "What do you think happened?" Taehyung asked quietly. "You tell me! And stop answering me like some God forsaken lawyer!" You yelled harshly.

"Y/N. You are understandably upset. I get it. But I assure you..." "Where the hell is he?!" You raved, stomping out of the room. Taehyung grabbed you roughly.

"Let me go! Let me go you son of a...." "Trust me Y/N. It will be much better for both of us if you just let this go." He said through gritted teeth, his voice coming out in a pained whisper. He let go of your hand.

"What the hell is going on here? What are you so afraid of?" You asked, your voice quivering.

"The CEO has a heart condition. He forgot to take his meds. That's what you saw yesterday. Nothing more." He said and walked out of the room.

You slumped into the couch, defeated. You glanced at the calendar. Just two more weeks till the month was up.

Fine. You'd play their game. Just two more weeks and you were out of there.

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You lay sprawled on Namjoon's bed while he fumed beside you.

"I can't believe you're still going back to work there. You must be crazier than I thought." You sighed.

"I am. For the umpteenth time Joon, I signed a contract. I can't bail till the month is up." Namjoon scoffed. "But you could be in danger. You promised me you'd quit once something felt off. And what happened was off raised to the power of a hundred." You chuckled. "Hey can I borrow your laptop?" Namjoon handed it over to you. "Thanks." You said as you googled park Jimin.

"Trying to get to the root of things hun?" "I don't even know. I need some kind of explanation. Taehyung said to let it go. But I just can't." "Yeah well this Tae whatever character is making a lot of sense to me. Just do your job and shove your resignation letter up the CEO's butt crack once the month is up."

You scrolled through through the page. "Hmm. Nothing in here about him having a heart condition. Not that I believed that anyway."

You closed the laptop and fell back on the bed. "Let me just crash here till Monday morning." "Make yourself comfortable."

You slapped your forehead.

"Right. I still have to finish my project. And my laptop's in the house of horrors." "You can borrow mine." "Nope. I left my flash there too. Let me quickly run back to get it. Geez. Park Jimin is turning me into a scatterbrain."

You grabbed your coat and dashed out of the room. "Be back in a minute." "Be careful!" Namjoon shouted after you.

By the time you arrived at the mansion, it was already dark. You let yourself in, but stopped short when you came face to face with CEO Park. Your first instincts were to take off, but you held your ground. "I,uh, forgot something." You murmured quietly and began to walk past him.

"Y/N?"

You stopped abruptly, wondering where the sound had come from.

"I actually need you to uh, do something for me."

"Today's my day off."

"I know, I just.... forgot something at my office. It's not really that far from here. I need you to run down and get it. I have something really important to take care of now."

You stared at his face, completely confused at his change in attitude. However, you felt a part of your insides(the part no one ever wants to talk about and always pretends like it doesn't exist when in reality that part is the real controller of everything)warm at his new persona.

"Uh, sure,sure. Right."

The ghost of a smile formed on his face as he whipped out his phone and texted you the address. You sighed and made your way to the from door.

The person that had saved you at the pool had suddenly miraculously resurfaced after two weeks of torture on your part. His warm eyes and that soft and gentle way with which he had addressed you forced a blush to creep up your cheeks.

The image of the man with blood red eyes flashed through your mind, and you shuddered, suddenly wondering if you were going crazy.

You found the company quickly, with the files exactly where he had said they would be. Security had let you in pretty easily and you wondered why. You grabbed them and made your way to the main road when you spotted a group of drunk things standing along your path.

You groaned.

It wasn't safe to pass by them this late in the night, so you decided to wait for them to move along. You hid in an alley way and waited...and waited...but it seemed like they had no intention of leaving.

Oh no.

You couldn't sleep here.

You didn't know this area. You began to panic. What if they didn't leave? What if they found you hiding? You grabbed your phone, hesitating, before dialling CEO Park's number. The line trilled for a whole before he picked. You heard his soft voice on the other side.

"Hello?"

"Pre - President Park? I - I'm stuck here! There's some thugs right on the path outside of your office and I'm too scared to pass by them! You have to come get me!" "Come get you? Just find some other way out of there or wait for them to leave. Why on Earth would I come get you?!" "Because one, you sent me out on my day off, two, I don't know any other way out of here, and three,if I get hurt it's your responsibility!!! I'll sue you for everything you're worth! I'm hiding in the back alley way. Come get me now!" You whispered furiously before hanging up and praying silently.

You waited in silence for what seemed like hours before your ears perked up at the sound of voices. The thugs were heading right in your direction. You heaved and gasped, grabbing a rusty bolt from the trash and arming yourself. You suddenly felt an arm grab your shoulder.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

You screamed and swung, before twisting your ankle and falling backwards on your bottom.

"Are you trying to take my head off?!"

CEO Park stood above you, his eyes betraying his concern. So far most of your meetings with him involved you landing on your butt.

"You - you came. You actually came."

He shrugged, not meeting your eyes. "So you were bluffing the whole time on the phone?" "I had to say something, but I still didn't expect you to fall for it." You tried to stand to your feet, putting pressure on your left ankle and then yelping in pain.

"Can you walk?"

"M - maybe. Did you bring your car?" He stared at you, amused at how freely you were conversing with him. You'd be Happy to tell him you were as confused as he was.

"I did, but it's a long walk to the parking lot. Are you sure you can make it?" "Well what are you gonna do, carry me?" CEO Park looked... flustered? At your response. Your eyes must have been playing tricks on you.

"No that wouldn't be convenient I guess." He said after clearing his throat.

"Come with me."

You limped beside him as the two of you made your way to the parking lot. You took your time to study him closely. You had no idea what could have happened to have made Park Jimin seem a lot different than what you knew of him - at least what you thought you knew. You tried to picture the person you had seen that night, but the image had been replaced by that of the flustered Park Jimin, and the Park Jimin that had tried to hide his concern for you with irritation.

You are so weak Y/N!

You decided not to get your hopes, after all he had surprised you before. He turned and caught you staring at him. You averted your eyes quickly, biting back a blush.

You heard him sigh beside you and he crouched down. You stared at him, confused, although being confused was not a new thing anymore. You welcomed the feeling with nostalgia. "What are you doing....sir?" "Get on my back." What? "I don't under..." "We are still a few metres away from the parking lot, and you are already staring at me like you are probably going to blame me if your injury gets worse, so hop on." He looked up at you and for some reason you ran out of breath....and brain juice.

"Get on already."

You slowly obliged him and got on his back, awkwardly holding on to his shoulders. He stood and jerked you up suddenly, forcing you to wrap your arms around his chest.

"Are you comfortable?"

You barely choked out an answer.

You were very much not comfortable! Your boss was giving you a piggyback ride for heaven's sake, the same boss who had been cold to literally everyone not too long ago. The whole scenario was too strange and foreign to you.

But the most annoying and confusing part however, was how fast your heart was beating and the blush that had crept up your cheeks.

You unconsciously squeezed your arms around him tighter and you felt his shoulders tense. You then heard him scoff.

"I think you're enjoying this way too much Y/N." You didn't know if it was humanly possible to blush harder than you already had, and you couldn't help the smile that formed on your lips.

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You both sat quietly in the car as CEO Park drove back to the mansion. The atmosphere was awkward and you chewed your lip, desperately looking for something to do. Namjoon had already blasted your phone with panicked calls and you had to reassure him that you were okay. The CEO cleared his throat and spoke up.

"Taehyung told me you were quite upset."

You turned to face him, alarmed, and he glanced at you.

"What's with that look on your face? I'm not about to fire you." You blinked, remaining quiet.

"I just want you to know that whatever it is you might not understand now is for your own good. If you feel like Taehyung or I are keeping secrets from you, you are absolutely right."

Well, at least he was being honest.

"Don't expect any of these secrets to be revealed to you. Trust me when I say that I'm not about to make the same mistake twice.

Trust me. Those words have been going around a lot lately. Ah. So that's what it was. He was being nice because he wanted to pacify you.

You had never understood when people said that their hearts shattered into a million pieces, but the feeling was clear now. You had told yourself not to get your hopes up hadn't you? But how do you not get your hopes up when you have a crush on someone? It's impossible.

"With all due respect President Park, I think keeping me in the dark is a very silly move. You say it's for my own good, but knowledge is power. I can take better care of myself if I know what I'm up against."

CEO Park glanced at you again, an amused look on his face. "Well I can't force you to understand. You have the right to your own opinion." He was totally stonewalling you.

You folded your arms stubbornly.

"I can't work in an environment where I'm probably not safe. Mind you I haven't forgotten about that night. And frankly I don't feel safe in that house anymore."

There was an unreadable expression on the CEO's face. "You're free to resign then. I won't stop you. I believe you were paid a months wages in advance right? When the month is up I'll release you from your contract. Then you can leave." His words hit you like bolts of lightning. He literally just told you that he wasn't going to stop you if you tried to leave.

He pulled up in the driveway and moved to open the door for you put you pushed it open rudely, desperately forcing tears back into your tear ducts. "I can do it myself." You stood to your feet, careful not to put any pressure on your strained ankle.

"You have every right to be angry Y/N. But you're better off letting your curiosity go. There are some things that aren't meant to be discovered." You huffed angrily.

"So what happens now? You really are some kind of diplomat Mr CEO. Acting all warm and kind when you want something. You'll probably go right back to behaving like I don't exist by tomorrow morning."

He just stared at you, his expression softened. "I'm sorry if you feel that way." You scoffed again as you limped your way into the mansion, letting the tears flow freely. You would take him up on his offer.

The minute the month was up, you were kissing this job, this house, and this CEO goodbye.

*****

Part 3 will be out soon! Hopefully!

Comments would be appreciated!!!

[jamkookies]

° Bon Voyage °

• Part VIII •

Stay

~

"No you don't."

"What?"

"You felt the need to say that because I've been taking care of you, that's all."

He gives you an incredulous look, mouth opening and closing like a fish.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means that you feel bad for me and you said that so I could feel better," you say.

He grips you by the the straps of your tank top and pulls you to him.

"Do you really think I would do that? Take pity on you? Is that what you're saying?!" he growls into your face.

You're taken aback by his sudden outburst. He looks angry, but his fingers are gentle and the proximity of his face to yours is anything but hostile.

His eyes keep staring at your lips.

"I've felt like this for five god damn years, but you're just too stupid to notice anything."

Jungkook's breath tickles your face as he struggles to get the words out of him.

"I love everything about you - the way you look, the way you act, the way you you scrunch your nose when you're reading, the way you tend to put other people's needs before your own.."

His expression softens a little and his hands abandon your shirt to cradle your face.

"I love you, Y/N and nothing can change that."

Your vision turns blurry because of the tears threatening to spill.

Your lips quiver and you're just about to say something back, when a rustle of leaves makes you both freeze.

At the edge of the hollow, a man's feet appear.

You and Jungkook flatten against the wall, him protectively shoving you against his back, even with his injury.

The man's feet are illuminated by the moonlight, roaming around the entrance of the hollow, but making no attempt to get in.

He hadn't seen you.

You hold your breath, terrified to let out even the slightest sound.

The wet leaves under his feet crunch every time he makes a step and it feels like a clock ticking closer and closer to your doom.

Another pair of feet join him.

"Did you find anything?"

"No. But they can't have gone far. Not with that injured leg of his."

"If Jungkookie dies, I will kill you."

The man chuckles.

"You're in no condition to threaten anyone. I could shoot you in the head right here and no one would ever know."

"But you won't," the girl says." You need me to get your money."

"For now."

"For now," she echoes.

They both pivot and walk away in opposite directions.

You can hear the steps getting further and further, till the sound gets lost in the breeze.

The rain had stopped for some time, you notice.

"That was close," Jungkook whispers.

You wanna say something.

Anything.

You wanna scream to the world that you love him so much to the point where it hurts.

But you don't.

The words get clogged up in your throat.

So you just put your arms around his torso and give him a back-hug.

Leaning your head onto his back, you can feel the vibrations reverberating through his whole body when he speaks in a low voice.

"Aren't you gonna say anything?"

You just squeeze him tighter.

"That's more than enough, then." he says.

He puts his hands on top of yours and starts making circles with his thumbs.

You just stay like that, in silence, enjoying the company of each other's arms.

* * *

He'd fallen asleep.

The exhaustion must have finally gotten to him, you think to yourself, as you feel his weight on your front body.

He hadn't removed your hands from his torso, hadn't even moved an inch, but just let himself relax till the tiredness had eventually knocked him out.

You scoot back and let his head drop onto your lap.

His longish hair falls into his eyes and you move them out of the way.

You trace his face with your fingers, lingering on every edge.

Beautiful.

He was beautiful.

His eyes shoot open.

"Like what you see?" he says.

You huff a laugh and your shoulders shake with the action.

"I do, actually." you answer.

He grins immediately.

"What exactly do you like the most about me?"

You are about to give him a sassy comeback, but you give up halfway.

"Everything."

He looks a little taken aback, but continues nonetheless.

"What about physical features?"

"I like your scar." you say and your fingers immediately find the flaw on his left cheekbone.

That small imperfection was what made him perfect.

"Wait, you actually like that?"

You nod vigorously.

"What else do you like?"

He was really enjoying this.

"You have a nice... umm..physique."

His eyes narrow at your words.

"Be more specific."

"Oh for heaven's sake, you have nice thighs, god damn it! There, I said it!" You shout in a whisper.

His smile goes on full-bloom.

"No funny comments, no snarky comebacks... Wow, there really is something going on here."

"You look pleased as hell."

"I like to be appreciated."

"You literally have millions of fans doing that every single day."

"But I wanted to hear it from you, though."

You look at him pointedly for a while, then release a deep sigh.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'll stop." he says quickly and lowers your hands to his lips to kiss them.

Oh goodness.

He was just making it worse.

Goosebumps flare all over your body and it's the best you can do not to shiver.

"I should check your wound." you say with a forced air of nonchalance.

"Jumping right into the good stuff, aren't we?"

You tug at a string of his jet-black hair.

"Ow, ow.. sorry, sorry." he whines.

Your hands reach for his thigh, untying the strip of cloth with delicate hands.

This is not good.

It had started to get swollen, its corners red and puffy. If you didn't clean it fast, the infection would spread even more.

"I'm gonna go get some water." you say, already rising to your feet.

"With those guys wandering around the forest? Absolutely not."

"Your wound is infected. I have to clean it."

"It's too dangerous."

"You're gonna lose your leg."

"Better than losing you."

Your words falter in between your lips.

He grips your calf and looks at you behind his see-through bangs, doe eyes begging.

"Stay."

You had to go. You couldn't just leave him in this condition.

"Please." he adds.

You release a long sigh and get down to your knees, his eyes never leaving yours.

"We should get some sleep." you whisper. " We're leaving at dawn."

He offers you a bunny smile and envelopes you into his arms. You put your hair on his chest and just lay down together, savoring the warmth of each other's presence.

* * *

Eight minutes.

You had been counting non-stop, waiting for the sound of his steady breathing, the signal for you to do what you had to do.

You had to make sure he was really asleep before you left.

He was never gonna forgive you for it.

You knew that very well and you still proceeded to detach his hands from your arms, being extremely careful not to wake him up.

Thank God for his habit of sleeping like a log.

Soundlessly rising to your feet, you tip-toe your way out of the hollow. The ground is wet, the constant dripping of the water from the branches soaking it thoroughly.

First, you had to find something to fill up the water.

You scan the trees and bushes, looking for any decent-looking leaves.

There.

A few feet from you a shrub is in full bloom, its green, wide leaves hanging around it like a crown.

You pluck off a couple, careful not to rip them apart.

Wrapping them into a half sphere, you put them under a dripping branch and wait for it to fill up.

This was gonna take a while.

And the constant thoughts about having to let Jungkook on his own, unprotected, didn't make it any easier for you.

You prayed for him to be safe, prayed they wouldn't find him.

Drip drip drip.

The anxiety threatened to swallow you whole, all kinds of thoughts jumbled into your head in a disarray.

You look at your improvised bowl and notice that it's filled to the brim.You bend down to pick it up but the eyes staring at you in the reflection of the water make your breath hitch in your throat.

Then, something hard smashes into your skull, rendering you unconscious.

* * *

You open your eyes to semi darkness, dawn ready to spill its light on the top of the trees.

Your head pounds harder than the last time you got drunk with the boys.

The things you would give to go back in time...

There's none of that now.

Nothing except for the feeling of exhaustion weighing down your lids, your body an utter wreck.

There's a wetness at the back of your head. The feeling of something trickling down.

You know it's blood.

The terrible ache on your head was proof enough.

You look down at your body and almost scream at the sight.

They've tied you up against a tree, the rope digging into your wrists.

"Finally up, I see." you hear a voice nearby.

You turn your head from side to side, trying to locate its source.

The man is sitting on the ground, grinning at you like a psychopath.

"You know, she told me to kill you." he continues. "Get rid of you as fast as possible. But I didn't. I figured out I could easily sell you to the highest bidder with just a phone call. That Jungkook guy isn't the only famous one here."

You give him a look of disgust.

He keeps talking, unbothered by your indifferent behavior and gets in front of your face.

"So what I'm gonna do now is go get the car by the side of the road and then we'll go on a little trip, right sunshine?"

You spit into his face.

He flinches, hands reaching to wipe it off.

Then he slaps you so hard across the cheek, you see stars.

It stings like hell but you refuse to let out a sound, letting the anger build up inside of you instead.

He stands on his feet then storms off.

Bastard.

You'd never wanted to kill someone so badly. However the feeling of enragement gets replaced by raw panic.

What had happened to Jungkook?

Was he alright?

You hoped he was still asleep, safe from the clutches of these maniacs.

"Jungkook..."

"You called?" a voice is heard behind your back.

Two hands reach for the knot, trying to undo it.

Then Jungkook appears in front of you, sweat clinging to his forehead and a limp on his leg.

But he was okay.

He was safe.

You jump into his arms, squeezing him as hard as you can.

He does the same, pain and exhaustion all but forgotten.

"I'm so sorry." you say, voice muffled by his chest. " I didn't want to leave you alone but I had to."

"It's alright." he whispers. "I'm fine."

You breathe him in, letting his scent calm your nerves for just a second.

"We still have to go. He will be back soon."

You nod and grab his hand.

Ignoring the throbbing pain on your head, you sling his arm across your shoulder, letting yourself bear his weight.

"I'm alright, don't worry." he says and retreats his arm back.

You both sprint into a run and you know the pain on his thigh is killing him, but there's nothing you can do.

There's no plan.

You just run for your lives.

"Faster!" he gasps when he hears steps behind you.

It's the girl.

She has a gun in her hands.

You speed off, dragging Jungkook with you.

This was not gonna end well.

You had been caught up in between two fires. It was just a matter of time before you both got captured again.

The trees start to get rarer and rarer until a flowing creek appears in front of you.

It does not have a smooth flow.

The stream rushes fast and the rocks create whorls at every corner.

You don't stop.

It is now or never.

"Jungkook, I -

A shot rings in your ears and a terrible pain blooms on your shoulder.

The words don't make it out of your lips.

He doesn't let go of your hand and you fall into the water, dragging him with you.

[pbandjesse]

My heat is actually working pretty well tonight. I'm actually pretty comfortable right now. I am very tired and ready to go to sleep but it's been a nice day. I had a weird moment in the middle but we'll get to that.

Me and James slept okay last night. I had a really bad headache but it did go away after a little while. We listen to some videos and I slept pretty good. We woke up around 9 and I teased James because I told him he wasn't supposed to let me sleep in that late. But it was fine I needed to sleep.

We got up and I went to go get dressed. He caught me a bowl of cereal and he put the Dry Cereal in a bowl and the milk in a mug so that it wouldn't get soggy while I was doing my makeup. He's so cute.

We hung out for a while. Laid in bed. Watch TV and play it on our phones. And then around 11 we headed downtown go to lunch. Except we didn't know it was raining. We were going to bike and then we step outside and it was pouring so we went back inside so I can get an umbrella. And then we walked.

It was pretty disgusting out. And I was fairly uncomfortable because my shoes got soaked all the way through. I had a really nice time being with him. He bought us lunch. And it was nice being able to sit and talk with him. He's the best boyfriend. Always taking care of me.

We walked back up Saratoga and he waited for the bus with me. The rain was really bad and it was making that he'll fairly dangerous to drive on. We saw one lady hydroplane pretty bad. But it was all good. We said goodbye and he headed back to whatever he was doing to do today. He had today and tomorrow off so he gets to get some stuff done. And I headed to work.

My socks and shoes were soaking wet by the time I got the school. So I had paper towels stuffed in the bottoms of my shoes trying to smoke some of it up. It was fairly uncomfortable but we deal. I was a little stressed out because I had an auction for a lot of six Furbies. Including a Shelby and a clock for me that I really really wanted. I've had my own that clock for me for a bit now. And this is the first time I've seen one where it was a reasonable price. And the whole lot was actually a really really reasonable price. Until it wasn't. I mean / Furby it was a great price. But like all it wants. It got kind of high. And then I was not going to fit anymore. But then all of a sudden I got this Rush of adrenaline that I needed to win. And I was getting outbid every other minute. And then there's only 10 minutes left. And I made what I was calling my final bid. But then I lost. And so I bid again. And I got the last bit in in the last 4 seconds of this eBay auction. And I won. And I fell on the ground and I'm shaking. It was just the bizarre reaction and I did not like it. I don't like that I had this sort of addictive behavior rush in that moment. I was upset with myself. I spent too much money. And I've decided that that's it. I am not buying any more Furbys. I had one more option that I couldn't take back from. Which I did win. So I have gotten my last Furby. Unless somebody buys one for me. I am done purchasing them. That's it. I really really was upset with my reaction though. And I was shaking for a good hour afterwards. It wasn't cool. I'm excited that I won. And I'm going to start listing those ones once they come in and I can make sure they actually work. But yeah. It was weird.

Had a really next day with the kids. With a really small class. It went from 12 to 9 to 8. But we had a good time. They voted on a movie since we couldn't go outside with the rain. And even though it stopped raining we just watch the rest of our movie. We watch Lilo & Stitch. And we true. We had snacks. And it was nice. I got so color with the kids and just enjoy their company.

It wasn't a very interesting day. We had a good dinner. I set things up. We went over working on our cross-hatching. We had a critique at the end. We talked about difference between judgement and critique. And how with judgement you are signing a good or bad to something but was critique you're giving feedback. And that seemed to make them understand a little bit more. So I hung up all their pieces of window and we talked about each one. And it was a lot of fun hearing what they like about the pieces of what they felt was successful.

The kids got picked up really quickly and I was able to leave by 5:30. But I still didn't get on the bus until almost 6 which was annoying. Mostly cuz it was windy outside but there is a enclosure there so I was mostly protected. The best finally came and there was a very funny teenager on the bus who just had a bit for everything. And he was making me laugh. He's making a lot of the best laugh actually. And then I was at my stop. And I walk the half-mile home. Then it was a nice walk. The rain was done and it was just a little cold.

I got home and the last Furby connect that I bought came. I'm not even going to take pictures of her because I'm selling her as soon as possible. I bought her because she was a good deal and that was it. And I made some post on my Instagram about how I have Furbys coming up for sale soon. And there's a couple people already contacting me that are interested. I really wish I could get these Booms to move but there's just too many of them on the market honestly. We'll see what happens. Just got to keep trying.

I've had an okay night. I drew freckles on some Furbies. I played with sweetpea. Just harassing this animal. I had dinner. I organized two of my trunks. I'm trying to be able to collect all of my knickknacks into one trunk when we move. I'm becoming more and more stressed out about our move this summer because I just have so much stuff. And there should be a three month. Where all of my stuff is in storage. And that's just very stressful for me. It'll all be fine but I feel a little overwhelmed. James made me feel better and I know everything will be okay.

Now I'm just laying in bed struggling to find something to interesting to watch. Jess is coming this weekend and I'm really excited to hang out with her. I hope we just have a nice restful weekend with food and pottery and shopping and the zoo and it'll just be really nice. I do have a PD in the morning tomorrow that I'm looking forward to. A couple extra hours to make up for my Furby spending. And I'm just hoping to clean my apartment pretty thoroughly before she gets here at 6. I think it'll be a really nice day.

I just hope that the rain is over. Good night everybody. Be safe.

[apricot-ghost]

Virgil had known he was bad since the beginning. He was bad, no one wanted him, his soulmate was wrong about him, and they would realize it and not want him either. "Glad to see there is some good in you," read his wrist, mocking him.

His theory about no one wanting him had proven true, up until Thomas. And Thomas was a fluke. His parents had been distant, his teachers verbally abusive, his fellow students physically abusive, and his coworkers dismissive. Until the theatre. And that was a fluke.

Roman was late again. Virgil sighed, tapping his foot as he waited. Why did he have Babysit Roman Duty? Like he didn't have his own work to do. Clearly he'd done something to piss Thomas off. Which meant Thomas wouldn't want him around anymore. But what else was new?

Finally, the idiot burst in through the door, looking disheveled and oh so beautiful. It wasn't fair. Roman got to be beautiful, and so he was forgiven for his imperfections. Virgil couldn't be so lucky; he was as unlucky as they came.

He crossed his arms, annoyed not just because Roman was late, but because he was Roman. He chewed him out a bit, then sent him off to practice before going to work on his latest project, a piece of Roman's costume, something to accentuate his perfect features.

-

Virgil didn't really know why he'd done it. He didn't like Roman, so why did he stop? When he saw that Roman had missed the bus, though, he couldn't just drive on.

Of course, Roman insulted his music. He tried not to let it bother him. Then they got on the topic of Disney, and... Roman listened to him. He listened to Virgil's opinions and, while debating a bit, respected them, for the large part.

Then they were at Roman's place, all too fast. Virgil was going to drive away, when Roman began to speak. "Thank you, Virgil. I wasn't looking forward to walking in the rain, glad to see there is some good in you."

Glad to see there is some good in you, Virgil's wrist throbbed, mocking. Oh.

Virgil tried to wipe the surprised look off his face, failing entirely. "Uh- Whatever. Idiot. I'm leaving now." He was careful not to speed too terribly much as he made his escape.

When he got home, he sat in his car and cried for a while.

-

They were getting along. By all things unholy, they were actually getting along. Then came opening night.

Roman was panicking. What if, what if, what if? And Virgil wasn't sure how to calm him down. An idea popped into his head, and there was a 33% chance it would calm Roman down. The other options were: a.) Disgust him, or b.) Make him panic more.

Virgil decided to risk it.

He pressed their lips together, heart beating quickly in his chest. Then he pulled away, trying to keep his own expression unreadable as he studied Roman's bright read face.

"I- uh- you- whuh?," Roman stammered, and Virgil couldn't suppress his fond laughter at that.

"You're an idiot," he murmured, his voice full of the affection he felt for the idiot. His idiot. Even if it was just for now.

Roman's eyes widened slightly. Was that the first time Virgil had said something "positive" about him to Roman? "Thanks," Roman said, expression softening into an affectionate smile.

Virgil rolled his eyes. "It's time for you to go onstage, you're gonna do great."

And Roman did. And Virgil thoroughly enjoyed every moment, even if he was pretty busy doing his own job as well as helping the rest of the crew.

When it was over, after the curtain call, Roman was suddenly there, holding Virgil tightly. And Virgil held him back, and it was perfect. Money may have exchanged hands among the cast and crew.

Despite all of Virgil's reservations, he flourished with Roman, blossoming in new ways he never thought possible. And they kissed many more times, on many more occasions. And Virgil called Roman an idiot many more times, on many more occasions. And Roman would usually just laugh, and kiss him again.

So,,,, imagine, like, a Prinxiety soulmate AU where the first compliment your soulmate gives you is written on your wrist.

Some people have the normal things like 'you have a pretty smile' or 'I like your hair'

Some have fandom based compliments like 'that coat makes you look exactly like Sherlock.'

Some people have something that's just plain weird.

Roman has 'you're an idiot' written on his wrist. But that's got to be a mistake, right? Being called an idiot isn't a compliment.

Then, one day he meets Virgil, who's working crew for the show he's in (you decide what the show and what roll Virgil has). And Virgil /hates/ him for whatever reason. Constantly calls him an idiot.

Anyway, they slowly (very slowly) kinda become almost friends and Roman falls pretty fast for this snarky, snappy crew member.

The night of the show and Roman's /panicking/. Through some turn of events, Virgil ends up kissing him, just to shut him up. Roman sorta stalls, staring at Virgil. He says something stupid and makes Virgil laugh.

That's when Virgil calls him an idiot with the fondest tone so it sounds like a compliment