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sunnykeysmash · 3 years ago

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premise that I'm writing after having written this post: this ended up becoming a bit of a stream of consciousness, and it's kinda long but I'm on my phone so I can't add a "read more". please bear with me.

Ok so, I have something to say about sheep symbolism. I've read up about it a little and often sheep are seen as a sacrificial animal, which to me connects again with the whole theme of "sometimes in order to save something you have to destroy something", and yeah in the promo footage we see them all fall down from the tower, to me this is close to the seeds metaphor, it's something that's clogging the flow of things, that you need to get out, or sacrifice, in order to clear up the passage again. or to connect back to tends bar, to clear the lines.

to pull the wool over someone's eyes is also to deceive them, and dennis has been particularly irked by the concept of lies and inauthenticity these last eps, so to sacrifice the sheep would be to be able to finally see things clearly and be truthful.

I've actually been thinking more in general about my old friend the death vs life/love meta that I made a while ago, and if you haven't read it then I think it could be interesting to understand this post better, because I cover this stuff in previous seasons and especially s14. but anyway, I was thinking about it because I looked up bell ringing symbolism, and realized that they of course can be rung for both funerals and weddings, which... plays pretty well into that whole thing. not to mention the circle of life thing is brought up again by mac in goes to ireland, like how it was featured in the gang texts, which incidentally also features goats (that are to be slaughtered to a lion... it's a whole thing, I feel like my friend @cutemeat can do this justice more than I can), but the point is, this theme seems to be back and in full force. even if you take in consideration the manatee story, it swam into a boat propeller because the guy didn't show up. and once again, the lack of love leads to death. the heart wants what the heart wants.

we have had a lot of death in season 15. the cat, the corpse, the beheadings, the manatees, dennis ending up in the hospital, you name it. hell, thinking about it now, and I know it's a stretch but I think it's neat, dennis takes offense at the "flies" bit in the song, and we all know flies surround what's dead, usually. which, by the way, dennis mentions that it sounds like he's asking her "to forget the flies surrounding me", which connects DENNIS once again to this whole meta thread, along with the fact that it's, again, Dennis, who can't smell the dead cat. something has gone bad, it's about dennis, and it's an elephant in the room that is being covered up/ignored. but that can no longer be ignored, because it's hitting dennis directly now, by choking, no longer being able to breathe, again something that's clogging the flow of things, and it's bringing HIM closer and closer to death. in addition to this I would like to mention dennis driving on the wrong side of the road, because I think that's once again going against the authentic flow of things. instead of things working how they should, they're going in the wrong direction, and no one will confront it, because "they don't wanna drive headfirst into a maniac".

menopause itself can be included in this, as it is the end of fertility, the end of your ability to create new life. which in the end brings me back again to the seeds, because those are a beginning, instead. new life. and new LOVE, too, as the song puts it

in which, again, life and love seem to go hand in hand.

dennis thought he had found the Life he was looking for in his son, the very essence of a new life and beginning if you think about it, but in the end he was still living a lie, walking in the shoes of a dead man, so it could never work. the actual, real new life he needs is for himself, and it has everything to do with his identity, like it did for mac in mfhp. in that episode, mac's dad misinterprets mac's struggle as him having had a son (thank you @cutemeat for pointing this out to me!), but you can't start again with a new life by running away from the one you have. it's not life you find in or give to others, it's one that comes from within. from being born again once you become confident in your identity. in the end, something new is born. I think generally speaking, this is the strongest theme that season 15 is tackling. identity, change and new beginnings, all three intertwined, and what you have to sacrifice in order to achieve them.

this actually reminds me of big mo. in that episode, they're afraid that going out there, breaking the borders, exploring etc, will bring a Death. in season 15, we learn that it's the opposite. much like the cat, that fused with the carpet and died because he could not exit the room. what kills you is getting stuck in your ways, even when that means going against the correct flow, swallowing every new opportunity that may arise and choking on it instead of letting it grow. denying that there's anything wrong at all just so you can hold up a false sense of control and status quo, when really you're losing yourself ("the monkey could do our job", dennis becoming possessed, dennis choking so hard he loses his voice/the ability to speak for himself, the gang handing creative control of lw to someone else, investing money in fictitious businesses and getting turned down when the loan was actually for their legit one) losing the humanity that's supposed to come with every decision. (jumper)

it becomes something you can no longer ignore, something that won't go down anymore (like the beers at Patty's teehee) or you risk killing everything you've built.

there was a fear that by breaking the borders you'd destroy what makes sunny the way it is, the gang at its core is supposed to be "stuck in the room", like in goes to hell, torturing each other, unable to escape, and in the end, almost dying... that is, until they are saved, and get a second chance at life. at least the way goes to hell went. kinda crazy how the season 11 finale could connect so well with the current themes. and thanks again to cutemeat for talking to me about this.

now, I haven't seen episode 8 yet, but the whole "carrying a corpse up a mountain as a ritual but it keeps rolling down" immediately reminds me of Sisyphus, and I think this fits perfectly with what I've said so far. a sisyphean task is at its core, repetitive and futile, according to wikipedia. the way big mo put it, it makes no sense to do something if you're not enjoying it, but instead of ending the show (beheading) because it doesn't feel authentic anymore ("the hair is a lie"), they decide to do it in a way that is enjoyable to them. breaking the borders, removing the wool, planting new seeds, breathing new life into it.

I also think the speech Dennis does, where he says "identity doesn't have to factor into absolutely every decision you make" follows the same thread as jumper, where they are also trying to make a decision, using an algorithm, and again, trying to keep feelings out of the equation. So in a way, it isn't identity that dictates your actions, it should be your feelings. and then, once you've assessed that, then you can think about adjusting to it, fitting your identity around that, not letting it control what you do. works for sunny, works for mac and dennis. it's all about allowing yourself to factor in your own humanity and emotions for the choices you make.

I think dennis almost dying from covid is what he needs to accept that he needs someone by his side, needs someone who will confront him and not just let him drive in the opposite direction, someone to keep him awake (grounded) and alive, because stubbornness and denial will be the death of him otherwise.

in chokes, the right way for mac to impress dennis was to make his own decisions, not following someone else's plan or indication, but doing something because it is what you want to do. and this, again, ties with dennis' speech about identity. actions should be taken because you're following your feelings, not depending on a plan (from someone else's or god's plan)/algorithm/identity that you have predetermined. the action should be motivated by feelings, it should come first, and the rest will naturally follow. "don't ask, just do". and I don't think mac wanting to become a priest is a choice motivated by his true feelings, it is a choice based on what he thinks he should do. even the leaks called it "being a priest for all the wrong reasons".

instead, he needs to listen to what his heart truly wants, he needs to speak from the heart. and get dennis out of this jam.

unless... unless he doesn't. because here's the thing. this conclusion to things still left a fear bubbling within me. I started thinking... what if dennis gets himself out of his own jam? what then, will he think he no longer needs mac? because mac didn't prove himself to him like he feared in chokes? and another phrase from still in ireland was hanging over my head. when frank FINALLY gets the seed out, shows it to charlie, and when charlie is grossed out, frank says, "I thought you'd be happy for me."

something still wasn't clicking, and it was making me nervous for a negative outcome, so I brought this concern up to @cutemeat hoping to connect some dot that was escaping me.

and we did. the wrong reason as to why mac is joining priesthood, it's not from his identity crisis, or rather, not entirely. not just that. it came as a direct consequence of dennis snapping at him because he brought up sleeping with guys. mac skipped over that part of his identity because of it. and that's something dennis has done other times in the past, so much so that in tends bar, mac's idea of it is that he's uncomfortable with mac being gay. even in the monkey episode, as soon as mac brings up the idea of introducing a new guy to the bar, dennis shoots that idea down immediately. in short, what I think could be happening here, is that mac is joining priesthood so he never has to have sex with another guy again, and that will finally draw him and dennis closer together.

Mac is clogging things up on purpose, to draw him and Dennis together, because he thinks this is what Dennis wants, what will make him happy, and we all know all Mac truly wants is to see a smile on his face at the end of the day.

But here's the kicker, that's not going to make Dennis happy. That's doing something for the wrong reasons, that's doing something, again, not because you truly want to, but because of someone else.

And most of all, that's doing something because of a massive misunderstanding, because that's not why dennis snaps at mac, "it's something else", and I think we'll uncover that, when dennis tries to stop mac from joining priesthood. Because dennis finally got the seed out from almost dying, and he needs to show mac, so they can sow it together.

or, well, it doesn't even have to be relevant to them at all, that phrase, because while it's true that charlie+frank and macdennis have always been (and continue to be) parallels, they don't always go in the same direction, and usually, while charlie and frank's plotlines are positive and they get along, mac and dennis' not as much. that has been a thing in the past, but now it's charlie and frank who aren't getting along anymore, so I think it's perfect that mac and dennis would, and they'd switch places in the gang dynamic. it still overall ties with the meta I have discussed in this post so far. something has to die, so that something different can be born, instead. sometimes, in order to save something, you have to destroy something.

love and life will have to win because that's the whole point, since macdennis meta and sunny meta are so closely linked (as previously established), the fact that sunny promises to go on forever and has already been renewed for 4 more seasons tells me all I need to know, with the show basically being born again after the fake ending that was big mo.

okay, I think this analysis/wild speculation post has gotten long enough. big thanks to @cutemeat again for discussing this all with me which helped me put everything into words.

#iasip #it's always sunny in philadelphia #season 15 #analysis #always sunny #s15 spoilers #s15 #this is a long and mostly disconnected stream of consciousness in the end #but hopefully someone will get something cool out of it #i don't know what came over me to give me the boldness to make predictions about the finale when #it airs in 2 days lmao im embarrassing myself and will most likely be wrong #the rest of the meta is legit tho . im just riffing. can i riff #and as always feel free to add onto this . please im desperate. thank you #see you on the other side i guess.....#im just gonna release this into the wild and see what happens lmao enjoy #if im wrong about things dont get mad at me this is first and foremost my own insane ramblings im deluding myself with #''mark my words''#ok thats enough from me #forgot to insert ''youre just being honest about how you feel'' in there somewhere but #i have enough crazy words for one post i think we're good #also the entire lyrics from Cant Fight This Feeling #like all of it . go take a look #I CANT FIGHT THIS FEELING ANYMOREEE I FORGOTTEN WHAT I STARTED FIGHTING FOOOORRR #ITS TIME TO BRING THIS SHIP INTO THE SHORE AND THROW AWAY THE OARS FOREVERRRR

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tolkien-feels · 2 years ago

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No please tell me more about your Eowyn is the Beren to Faramir’s Luthien agenda 🥺

I will try to keep this short but I predict I'll fail.

Okay so, the core of it is that there's a very, very strong theme of winter turning into spring that is repeated in both stories, in very similar ways. I would dismiss it as being a fairly generic metaphor, except, check this out

[Beren] did not fear death, but only captivity, and being bold and desperate he escaped both death and bonds; and the deeds of lonely daring that he achieved were noised abroad throughout Beleriand, and the tale of them came even into Doriath.

Which should bring to mind

‘. . . I can ride and wield blade, and I do not fear either pain or death.’

‘What do you fear, lady?’ he asked.

‘A cage,’ she said. ‘To stay behind bars, until use and old age accept them, and all chance of doing great deeds is gone beyond recall or desire.’

It's not just that, though. It's much more prominent in the poetic Lay but Beren's reaction to the massacre of the Outlaws is described in very similar terms to Eowyn's arc. After burying his father in an unmarked grave and shouting promises of revenge, we're told

And then [Beren] turned, and did not weep:

too dark his heart, the wound too deep.

Out into night, as cold as stone,

loveless, friendless, he strode alone.

Almost each of these words actually has a matching passage for Eowyn in LotR, but it'd make this post too long to quote them all. But she's described as "a figured carven in stone" on the same chapter as she expresses her anguish over always being left behind - actually, the very scene where Aragorn offers her pity rather than love or even friendship, and she stands alone. And of course, that Eowyn doesn't weep and seems made of ice is such a recurring theme I don't even feel like I have to give you a quote.

When Beren first meets Luthien, he begins to cast away some of his despair almost immediately

A night there was when winter died;

then all alone she sang and cried

and danced until the dawn of spring,

and chanted some wild magic thing

that stirred him, 'till at last it broke

the bonds that held him, and he woke

from dreaming deep and cold despair.

The very first time Eowyn speaks to Faramir, this happens

She did not answer, but as he looked at her it seemed to him that something in her softened, as though a bitter frost were yielding at the first faint presage of spring. A tear sprang in her eye and fell down her cheek, like a glistening rain-drop. Her proud head drooped a little.

There's also a whole thing about how Luthien comes to Beren again and again, not unlike Faramir who has Eowyn walk with him in the garden. But that's pretty circumstantial.

More interesting I find a different parallel. It's too long so I can't quote either, but it's just before Eowyn and Faramir learn the war has been won, and in the Leithian, it's the beginning of Canto IV (iirc). There's a whole discussion of fate and darkness both times, and both Beren and Eowyn raise the possibility that maybe they were wrong to have hoped for the return of light.

What is even more interesting, though, is the extremely similar body language:

. . . she came

at the sweet calling of her name;

and thus in his her slender hand

was linked . . .

Which is mirrored by

And as they stood so, their hands met and clasped, though they did not know it.

And then also this

her arms about his neck did go,

and gently down she drew to rest

his weary head upon her breast.

Which, while not an exact parallel, reminds me a lot of

And he stooped and kissed her brow.

Like. Any one of these parallels could easily be a coincidence, but there are so many, that if Tolkien wasn't consciously making a parallel, he was at least thinking of similar concepts.

I'll also point out that when Beren and Luthien get together after their death and everything, they retire to "Tol Galen the green isle" and Beren nopes out of any further Great Deeds™️ and instead

. . . the Land of the Dead that Live became like a vision of the land of the Valar, and no place has been since so fair, so fruitful, or so filled with light.

Which should bring to mind

‘I stand in Minas Anor, the Tower of the Sun,’ she said; ‘and behold! the Shadow has departed! I will be a shieldmaiden no longer, nor vie with the great Riders, nor take joy only in the songs of slaying. I will be a healer, and love all things that grow and are not barren.’

Also, I couldn't find anywhere to include this, but both Faramir and Luthien walk a fine line between being kind and merciful and being unflinchingly brave and strong to the point where they're dangerous if pushed.

It's not exactly that Faramir and Eowyn parallel Luthien and Beren in the way Arwen and Aragorn do, it's more like... How to explain it....... It's almost like Tolkien gave Arwen and Aragorn the Leithian story arc and Faramir and Eowyn the Leithian character arc. More or less.

......I should shut up about it because I promised I'd be brief. But as you can see I'm very normal about this

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mochikeiji · 3 years ago

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Request: "For your event can I have my bby, Inumaki Toge (sorry for being so predictable) and prompts 50 and 6 🥺👉👈"

50. "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you"

6. "No, don't cover your smile"

↠ Pairing: Inumaki Toge x F!Reader

↠ Warning: mini make out session in the end, mostly fluffy soft times, italicized fonts are Inumaki's lines through texts

↬ Word Count: 1.3k

↳ from Go! Go! Gogatsu Event

As much as you find the certain white haired but quiet ball of sunshine, there was one thing that sometimes bothered you. It wasn't major— Inumaki was alright as he is now. If not, perfect you would say. The only thing you don't comprehend is that he kept wearing that long sleeved, collar that reached his mouth. Even you find your annoying teacher was wearing the same thing as your boyfriend after yelling hysterically how he's found his long lost twin while poor Inumaki was dragged out of the blue.

You get it's for hiding the tattoos on the corners of his lips. Maybe there was more to it, but Inumaki wrote it on a paper; a way of communicating, that it wasn't at all that sacred or anything to hide. He just grew fond of hiding his mouth for a long period of time. Though he admits it does kind of make him insecure of the times people saw him in person while walking down the streets with a normal attire. All you could ever have in order to read his emotions were his eyes. There were moments you'd catch a peek of his full features during missions. But it hasn't even reached a minute or so he's already hidden himself like a turtle.

Staring longer at him while laying down on bed bored, it dawned to you how you've never caught on what he'd look like if he smiles underneath that suit he wore. This made you tempted to zip down the little zipper in display, but you know better than to pry in his comfort zone. But oh, can you imagine, just a cute kitten like smile. Or even a pout when he's clinging onto your waist during mornings for more over time cuddles. You needed to see that.

"Hey, Toge."

Fingers tugging down the hem of his suit, Inumaki's attention drifts off of his phone from what Yuta was sending and peered at you, "Shake?" he starts, fiddling with your fingers with his. He does this a lot even in public, so intrigued at how much it has an affect to make his insides all giddy and warm from the playful gesture.

"Can I please see you?"

He snorts a little as he types something on his phone. Lucky you, yours happened to be right next to you. The screen lightening, pinging a notification coming from him,

You already are, you dummy.

Inumaki chuckles a bit when he earned himself a pout and a huff from you. Pinching your cheeks gently in a way of saying sorry and waits for you to explain, "I mean, I want to see you. You know," widening your palm a bit, facing it near your own mouth and began waving up and down at him. "Without the thingy in the way."

He messages again,

Thingy? Really? Aren't you cute.

Sitting up from your position, you waddled closer to his body. Inumaki shifts himself to sit comfortably at the edge of the bed for you to settle yourself on his lap. His hands roamed for a good seconds behind your back, occasionally trying to be sneaky once he's reached a bit lower, but settles nonetheless on your hips.

"I wanna see you smile." while playing with the dangling zipper, "I've never really seen you take this off whenever we're together. Don't get me wrong! It's not ugly! I just, you know."

It startled you when he coos quietly. Squinting his eyes and booping your nose softly. If you weren't mistaken, did he just wiggled himself? He resumes to typing once again something quickly and flashes his screen towards you.

You're just precious.

But I'm not gonna do it.

Kind of bummed from what he said. Then again worried you may have been pushing him on, but then you see his index scroll up from his notepad to reveal the other, large bolded text underneath his last reply,

You do it for me.

"Are you sure? I don't mean to sound pushy."

He types again,

You're not. It's nice to hear that someone can't resist my charms.

Gasping dramatically, you slapped his chest with the back of your hand softly. His shoulders jolting from stifled laughter before grabbing your wrist up to the zipper. It was stupid to have your breath held in. What can you say, it was anticipating really. Giving you a firm nod that it was very much okay for him, you slowly zipped down the collar to unravel half of his face. Your smile was wobbly from failing to hide the embarrassment, more now because he kept arching his brows as if he was teasing you.

When it came to a stop at his chest, your hand automatically reaches out for his jaw. Thumb tracing over the swirly marks now that it was up close and woah, do you want to know if he uses some kind of lip balm or lip gloss. They were so pretty! Probably near as the blubbering blindfolded male.

If you could only see yourself so dazed at him, like any other guy, the corners of his lips rose a tiny bit from all the attention he was gaining from you. He could feel his naked soul burn from the sparkles of admiration through your eyes as you stared at him agape, "You're really handsome."

And like any other guy, to be called handsome hasn't occurred in his book until now. Of course, it's a bit more different if someone you love says it, right? Suddenly feeling quite hot underneath your gaze and comment, his fingers threaded through his bangs to push away from his sweaty forehead. Looking away when he feels the blood in his face circulate to paint his cheeks.

No different than he is, you quickly slapped a palm on your mouth, "I-I mean, you're always handsome! It's just, wow." unable to keep your eyes out of his face, so close you could count the lashes on his eyes, "You're wow. Like, wow. You're with me?"

Couldn't you stop already? It's not often he gets someone praising him. It's always Maki and Yuta that gets the spotlight, occasionally Panda if he's down in the dumps. But couldn't you tell by the way he's suddenly the one who's nervous because of you? It felt too good to hear, he had to gulp down the butterflies that were prying his lips into a large grin. Boy, does he want to hide himself as he lowered his hand from holding his bangs up to cup his mouth. Upon witnessing that, you shake your head with a smile,

"No, don't cover your smile." pinning his hand down, planted on his sides as you leaned closer, "I love your smile."

Nothing but pure sincerity came out from you. What choice does he have to deny you when the reason why he can't even contain himself from smiling was because of you? Shyly tapping on his revealed chest random patterns and scanning each part your eyes could reach, he takes advantage of the closeness you two shared just by the lips. Squeaking between the kisses, his arms circles to your middle to pull you in deeper, your hands acting as a support that held onto his shoulders. Unlike the quick pecks that go by in a flash, he savors this one the most knowing he's got nothing to hide from anything or anyone. No one would've guessed he'd kiss as if it was full of raw, hungry emotions.

Even when you pull away to breathe, he still sneaks more littered kisses on your lips until he was satisfied witha goofy smile on his flushed face. Fumbling to grab his phone open for the prepared text he's put in earlier and pushing it between your faces, "Oh, sorry. You were so cute I had to kiss you."

"You planned this from the start didn't you, you jerk." scoffing playfully to mask your own lovey dovey state from floating to the clouds. He shows you another text briefly before throwing his phone out of the way, resuming back to business in a more intimate position feeling himself become in much need.

Take less, more kisses, cutie.

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mylittlesyn · 3 years ago

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I wish you would write a fic where Kakashi dicks me down so thoroughly I can't walk for four days.

Does that count? sksksskskskkssks

A little drabble. Does writing smut at work make it safe for work? Probably not.

This drabble got out of hand but here it is.

This was the ninth day straight that you worked, and you were utterly exhausted. Dealing with people all day had you not wanting to interact with anyone at all... But there was something you wanted more. Luckily you now had a few days off in a row and you could finally seek out what you craved for the past month.

Despite being exhausted and feeling less than a person, you slipped into a little black dress that hugged all of your curves. Bending over in front of the mirror, you upped your makeup from a work look, to a night look. You ran you fingers through your hair, teasing it slightly before reaching for your phone to call an Uber.

There you went to your bar. The one where you found the peculiar man sitting outside on his break. He had a scar over his left eye and he was reading smut of all things. Sure, it was night, but you never expected to find a man doing that for everyone to see. Still, it was that very boldness that attracted you to him. You had gone there the next day during your lunch break, only to find he was a bartender and that he wouldn't be in until later that night.

You fiddled with your phone in the Uber, hoping that the ex military man would be at the bar. When you arrived you searched for him, but clearly the universe was not on your side as he was nowhere to be found.

"Looking for someone?" A deep voice that you recognized came up from behind you, tantalizingly close to the point where you could feel his warmth in an already crowded bar. Heat rose to your cheeks as you spun around, feeling caught. Of course you wouldn't let him know, so you jutted your lip out with a pout.

"Maybe I came to find someone new." You taunted, his smug smile fading for the briefest of seconds, but not before you noticed the pain in his eyes. When it returned it was even more smug than before, only it didn't stay smug, it turned into a devilish grin that made your heart pound in your ears. One of his hands gripped your hip and swiftly pressed you to the nearest wall, your wrists suddenly trapped in his hand above your head with his knee pushing between your legs as he pushed himself up against you. His chest rumbled with his breath teasing along your neck, the hairs on your back lifting as your hips bucked forwards.

"I doubt that... Aren't you the one always telling me how you can still feel me in you even after I leave?" He smiled against your ear while you felt yourself shudder, bucking your hips again and letting your dress ride up as you humped his leg. "I have the night off... Now why don't we skip ahead and you can come back to my place."

"Your place?" You questioned while pulling your head back, your eyes widened. He had always ended up at your place, going over to his never even crossed your mind.

"Yeah... You're always complaining that you can't walk after, so why don't you let me take care of you...? You have the next few days off, don't you?" Your mind was racing as you watched his eyes grow soft. Were you really that predictable? Him? Take care of you? The idea was nice but... You never thought about him like that. It wasn't until you felt his lips tracing along your jaw that everything faded away. Leaning into him, he let go of your wrists and wrapped his arms around you while sucking on your neck. Your hips bucked into his, letting you feel his length growing as it hardened.

"Let's go." You sighed into his ear.

You followed behind him into a small apartment, nothing particularly out of the ordinary in the apartment... Except for the tall bookcase filled with various different smut novels. You couldn't help but giggle at the sight as he placed his keys on the kitchen counter. "Laugh all you want but how do you think I make your legs give out?" He mentioned with another smug look as he peeked out at you from the corner of his eye. Turning on his heel, he walked towards you with a certain swagger as you let your purse fall to the ground before he breathed you into a kiss. His hands cupped your face as he forced his tongue past, rough and eager as always. It was always this that turned you on the most: someone who wanted you so much, they couldn't contain themselves. He was pushing himself to you, forcing you up against the door that you just came through, his hands moving down and caressing all of your curves. You could feel his girth growing against your thigh, hardening once again after that agonizingly long ride filled with sexual tension. He broke the kiss with a tug of your lower lip and he gripped tightly onto your thighs, lifting them up, letting you instinctively wrap your legs around him. His hips bucked up into yours making you gasp a moan that quickly turned into a mewl when he started to suck on your neck. He did so with such hunger and fervour that you found yourself clawing at his back trying to ground yourself from the pleasure. When he finally stopped his attacks, he carried you in this position up the stairs with your little black dress now up to your waist and your heels falling down the stairs behind him.

He tossed you onto the bed, with you quickly scrambling to take off your dress. You propped yourself up by your elbows as you watched him undress. He started by rolling down the sleeves of his black button up to then unbutton his shirt. The light grey chest hair poked through as his his chest became exposed before you could see his abdomen. Scars lined his skin, but that only made you squeeze your thighs together for this rugged man. He undid his belt and his jeans before pulling the belt through the loops, quickly folding the leather in half before placing his hands on your knees. He pushed your legs back and spread them apart before tracing the folded leather along your thighs. "You wear something so pretty for me?" He teased with a smirk while you nodded meekly with your hands held to your chest. He dipped his free hand into your black lace panties from the side, squeezing it in his hand and pulling up so the lace slid tightly between your lower lips.

The leather stung as it made contact with your heat, causing you to yelp and arch your back. Before you could even look at him again he smacked both of your inner thighs with his belt. Inhaling through gritted teeth, you hissed in response. Just as you were about to glare at him, he sunk two of his fat fingers into you, thrusting in and pushing upwards into that sweet spot. "Kakashi!" You cried out his name as he was quick to move to a dizzying pace. You rapidly grew light headed and when his thumb pressed to your nub, you squealed while reaching your high, your juices releasing on his sheets.

"Fuuuuck..." He groaned while kneeling down, grabbing your thighs and pulling you to the edge of the bed to then hook his arms around them while he lapped up your juices. He gave your sensitive bundle a quick suck before smiling against your lower lips.

"The towel." You both breathed at the same time to then chuckle. You stared at his ceiling while letting your heartbeat slow, catching your breath while you heard his footsteps. When he came back, he gently tapped your outer thigh and you lifted your behind quickly to feel him placing it underneath. Just as you propped yourself up on your elbows, you noticed him kneeling before you. In one swift move, he wrapped his arms around your thighs and he pulled you to him once more, having you fall back onto the bed. Unhooking one of the arms, he thrusted his fingers back into you, his tongue swirling around your sensitive bundle. You moaned out curses as he went back to that dizzying pace, your body trying to contort, but him using his free hand to keep you in place with a bruising grip.

"Kakashi!" You yelped when you felt him start to suck on your nub. "M'gonna-!" You gasped as your muscles tightened away. "M'gonna!" You squealed, feeling release crash over you, your body melting into relaxation as his flattened tongue ran against your slit. His tongue left your heat and soon found its way into your mouth, letting you taste yourself on you as he pressed his fulled hardened girth between your lower lips.

“Ready?” He breathed as he pulled away. Truthfully, you were never quite ready for the man handling he always gave you, yet you found yourself nodding away anyways. With one hand on your knee to keep your legs parted, he used his free hand to maneuver into you. Just the tip of his length in but it stretched you so. With his hands on your knees, he closed your legs before sliding in the rest of his length. Your walls tightened around him and he took in a sharp gasp. He parted your legs again while pulling out, watching where you both met as your eyes rolled in the back of your head. Gripping onto your thighs, he lifted your butt into the air as he thrust into you. His hips pressed forward into yours, sending him even deeper, so much so that you could feel him in your throat. You could hear him mumble curses under his breath as he thrusted into you while holding your thighs, pulling yelps that came out as moans from you.

When he pulled out, he let go of your legs, only to grip onto your hips and flip you over without a word. His hand pressed against your upper back while the other gripped tightly onto one of your lower cheeks. Bruising fingers sunk into the flesh with how tightly he was gripping onto it, pushing back so your back contorted. You felt him slide in again, his hips meeting yours and reaching just as deep as before as you let your moans be stifled by the sheets. Soon enough he started up a bruising pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in your ears. Though your moans were muffled, he could still hear them clearly, and he loved how loud you were. Your muscles tensed as you felt him continuously rub against that perfect spot within you, your hands fisting onto the sheets as you lifted your behind further to angle it more to his that sweet spot. A bruising hand came down onto one of your cheeks as you reached your high again, letting your juices trickle down your thighs and stomach. You heard him groan as he slowed for a moment, enjoying how your walls felt around him. He pulled out, giving your behind a light tap once you calmed and you lifted yourself off of the bed, turning around to sit back on the towel. He crawled into bed behind you, and you were quick to straddle him, lowering yourself on his girth.

“Come on… Bounce for me.” He murmured with his hands caressing your thighs. You planted your hands on his stomach to help balance yourself, as you lifted yourself off with your thighs. “I wanna watch you squirt all over my stomach.” He mumbled while letting his hands roam to your hips. Bouncing on him, you felt everything jiggle, but you didn’t care. His eyes admired your form, watching your beauty and you found yourself lost in the moment. You were in absolute control, pulling moans from him as you let out your own. Shifting back, you planted your hands on his thighs behind you, finding that in that position, his girth pressed up into perfectly.

“Fuck.” You gasped as you quickened your pace, to hear him mimick you and mutter out curses. Your pace quickened as much as your body would allow, with him thrusting up to meet your hips. The loud lewd sound of more skin slapping took over as you found yourself reaching another high again. Schlick sounds continued as you rode through your high, want more as you greedily continued to bounce on him with your eyes squeezed shut. Feeling his calloused hands on your hips, he held you still before wrapping his arms around you with your chest pressed against his, his lower lip dragging along the skin of your neck. Your juices coated your upper body as you felt the mix of sweat and everything else, slicking both of your skin.

“You’re just a little slut, aren’t you? Enjoying riding my cock that much.” He teased with his lips grazing against the outer shell of your ear. “I’m not done with you yet though…” He readjusted you both so that your ankles were now by your head, pressing down as he drove into you with fervor. Your lower lips were puffy and abused, but none of that mattered with the way he was reaching into you. His tip was hitting your womb with each thrust, a certain roughness that added to the pleasure. Your whines were deafening as your muscles tightened again, with him wasting no time reaching to a dizzying pace. His grunts and groans rapidly moved to whimpers as he himself started to grow close. Lips crashed into yours as you felt hot ropes flood into you, lips that melded with yours as you felt him release your legs. Tongues danced and heartbeats slowed as his actions softened. He snaked his arms under you and rolled you both over so that you were resting on top of him. “Fuck, you’re still on birthcontrol, right?” He questioned while stroking your hair.

“A little late to ask that.” You told him with your head lifted and a brow raised. “But yes I am.”

“Sorry…” He chuckled awkwardly while scratching his head. “Probably should’ve asked before.”

“If I’m going to stay though… I’ll need the morning after… I didn’t bring my birth control with me.” You explained while resting both arms on his chest and your chin on your arms as he stuffed the pillow under his head to prop himself up.

“I uh… I’ll get one for you in the morning…” He hummed before going back to stroking your hair. “Hey… Go out with me… Will ya?” He questioned with softened eyes that you stared back into before he looked away.

“Go… Out with you…?” You blinked a few times before pushing up on his chest.

“Uhhh… Yeah… I… I want more.” He confessed with his cheeks reddening while he continued to look away. You pressed a kiss to his cheek and nuzzled into his cheek.

“Ok.” You whispered. His cheeks grew warmer against your lips, and he went back to stroking your hair.

“Round two?” You felt his cheek shift with his lips moving into a grin. Instead of saying anything, you nibbled onto his ear. “Round two.” With one swift movement he flipped you both over and pinned your wrists above your head, pressing his forehead to yours before kissing your cheek sweetly.

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bellamuerte1987 · 2 years ago

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Summary: Chan always wanted to find love. He wanted that love that even time itself stood still for. Once he found her. He couldn't let her go. Until Charles changed it all.

Chan/Christopher- Current Boyfriend who she has fallen madly in love with. Who saved her from the darkness with his compass and showed her the true meaning of love.

Charles- Stalker ex boy friend who is obsessed with the idea of loving her and wants to seek revenge after she refuses to be with him.

Her- will not have a POV. It will only be these two characters.

Also, please remember this is all fictional. Chan and this song is used as an inspiration.

The first portion will be in Chan's POV. I will be changing to Charles POV in some parts so you can get a feel of how he is. His Pov will be in BOLD print.

Warning: Death, Dark, Stalker, Murder, Gun violence, mentions of blood loss, Heartbreak, and Depression.

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I sat in front of my piano staring at the white keys as my hands played.

"Please don't go anywhere and stay by my side

Even if I say this, it's too late

The you I've pictured even in my dreams

Have already changed, well

Who knows, maybe you can come back

What's the use of saying this, this happened last time too

From how I see it, it's already done for

The one who made this collapse is you, yeah.

I don't want to admit it

I still miss you

How could I forget

We made a promise

I don't want to admit it

It's hard to understand

How could I forget

The day you lied to me"

The words cut as I sung them. Memories played like a movie in my head. Her smile, laugh, her beautiful brown eyes and her voice. The way she said my name was like heaven to my ears.

But here I sit. Alone and heart broken. How could she leave me? I blame myself. Everyone tells me that it isn't my fault. No one could have predicted this outcome. It was his fault. He took her from me.

My heart is shattered into pieces, will they ever be put back together and will my misery ever end?

"I'll be honest

I want to givе up but

I don't know

I can't give up on you

I will wait a little longer

I'vе been doing it till now, woah"

I lifted my hands off the keys and buried my face in my hands. The wounds of losing her is all still too fresh. I let my mind wonder back to that dreadful memory 6 months ago.

"I'll be there soon, lovey. I'm heading out the door now. Food in hand." She said. I smiled. This woman was the answer to my prayers. God, she was perfect . "Drive safe, baby. It's raining pretty good out there. And please be safe. He could be lurking" she let out a heavy sigh. "I know. My eyes are open."

"I really wish you would let my company handle security. Baby, I think you should have a guard with you." She was so stubborn when it came to her Independence. I love this about her but also hated it. Her ex has done some shady things to her lately and quite frankly he made my skin crawl.

"Channie, if he was going to do something. It would've happened by now. I think we are safe. I am safe." She started the car "I'll be there soon"

I wait for her at the front entrance. She got out of the car and started to make her way over to me. I opened the door with a smile "Channie!" She yelled. My heart races everytime I see her. My gosh this woman is beautiful. And she's mine. We embraced each other with a hug and a kiss.

"Chan, hey bro! We are gonna go get something to eat, wanna come with?" Felix asked breaking me outta my head. I looked up at my friend "Naur, I'm working on something. I need to get this out. But thanks though."

He looked at me with sad eyes and nodded. He left along with the others. Leaving me back to my thoughts, back to her. Back to the awful night.

●●●●●●●●●Charles POV●●●●●●●●●●●●●

How dare she be with him? How dare she deny my love for her. Deep down he didn't love her the way that I did. He didn't Hunger for her. He didn't need her.

Watching her with him was sickening. She was mine and only mine. I watch them embrace each other. Anger fuel my blood.

I stood there from afar. I hated that he was tainting what was mine. I hated that she kissed him. I truly loved and adored her and she betrayed me.

I wanted her dead and by everything I worship, I'm gonna get my fucking wish. I flash a grin as she took her lovers hand and my smile widen more as I felt my gun. She did the one thing I hated and took me and my love for granted.

She deserves this, "Thou shall be willing to die for love and thou shall seek revenge on those who wrong you" am I right?

The rain beating againt my hoodie while my eyes shot daggers at her as I made my way to them.

I screamed as I pointed my gun at her. Their joyful smiles faded and terror now took over. I looked in her eyes and pulled the trigger.

He let out a scream as he caught her in his arms. My goal wasn't to kill him. My goal was to take her life. I couldn't have her then no one else could. I took the rose from my pocket and let it fall from my hand, I bent down and smiled.

"Tell me suga, what's life like bleeding on the floor?" I stood up and looked down at the soulless body and in my own way I was grieving for her too. Even in death she was beautiful.

I heard screaming coming from behind me. I looked down at that man who held my angel of darkness. My eyes looked into her lifeless ones. "We will meet again. I'll see you soon, suga" and with that I took off leaving him alone with her dying corpse.

♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡Chan's POV♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

I hear the faint screams of my friends behind him. He looked at her one last time and took off. I took of my sweat shirt and used it to cover her gun shot wound. Everything was intensified.

"Baby, please don't leave me. Oh God. I can't do this without you. I LOVE YOU, lovey! Please!" I screamed. She laid there not moving just trying to gasp for air. The pain in her eyes were like a knife to my heart. "Chan! Holy shit!" Minho yelled while rushing next to us.

I looked at my friend, covered in my lovers blood. Blood stained tears dripping down my face. This can't be happening. "Changbin, call the ambulance. NOW! Felix demanded.

Everything was muffled. I looked at her. My beautiful girl. The woman turned my world up right. Made me believe in love and made me believe in myself. Our connection ran deep. We understood each other in ways others did not.

Time seeming to slow down. Light seeming to fade. I felt like my soul was dying with her. "CHAN!" Han said snapping his fingers in face. "The cops are here!" I looked up at the officer, his words seemed like they were distant. "Are you shot, young man?" I shook my head. "What is your name? He asked. "C-C Christopher bahng, my girlfriend's ex boyfriend did this. She has a protection order against him. He, he was Stalking her and leaving death threats."

I kissed her forehead. I knew I had to move away from her. The ache in my heart when I did was so unbearable. I let out a sob, "His name is Charles Harrison, please catch this fucker."

The officer gave me a stern look and then looked at my friends. Each one gave their statements and what they knew about Charles and his Stalker habits. "Sir, can we take him home? Hyunjin asked. The cop nodded. "We will keep you updated. Mr. Bahgn. I suggest you amp up your security"

The ride home was silent no one knew what to say. I cry quietly to myself as I watch the rain crash against the car window. I notice us pulling into our dorm parking lot.

Without saying a word, I head to the washroom. I washed away what was left of her. My fingers brushed against my lips. I could still feel hers against mine.

After my shower, I brush my hair and teeth. I put on my sweats and a hoodie.There was a quiet knock on my door. I lifted my head and saw Felix. He was the closest thing to home. I stood up and walked toward him.

"Felix, she's gone. I watched the love of my life die. Fucking Christ! I saw her pain, her last breath" I fell to the floor hiding my face in my hands and sobbed. Felix met me on the floor and held me as I grieved for the life that was lost.

I lifted my head and placed my fingers back on the keys and begin to play. I closed my eyes and let my emotions take flight.

"I don't want to admit it

I still miss you

How could I forget

We made a promise

I don't want to admit it

It's hard to understand

How could I forget

The day you lied to me

Da da da da da da

I stay awake the whole night

I can't stop thinkin' 'bout you

Da da da da da da

Just stay with me

I don't want to admit it

I still miss you

How could I forget

I don't want to admit it

It's hard to understand

I might as well forget"

"That was beautiful and so heartbreaking, channie" Seungmin said, I turned to look at my youngest friend. Sorrow and sadness filled his eyes. "I'm so sorry with what happened to you. We all loved her. We all miss her." He sat next to me and I pulled him into a hug.

"She knew how to make anyone laugh. Not only did she win my heart but everyone else as well. They say time heals wounds, but mine will never heal. A piece of my heart will always be missing. That piece died with her."

Seungmin released me from his arms and gave me a small smile. "We are here with you. Let us be your compass for once. Let us care for you the way you've cared for us. It's okay to grieve. You loved her with everything you had. She was taken from you in the worst way. Karma will soon catch up to him. Just you wait."

The rest of my friends gathered around the piano. All with sad eyes. We are grieving in our own way for her. They all adored her and she adored them. I.n said "Channie Hyung, she lives in all of us. She left her mark on all of our hearts, please let us sit and grieve with you. You aren't alone" I looked at my friends and couldn't help but give them a tear filled smile.

Changbin looked up from his phone with wide eyes. "They found him." He looked back at his phone and began to read, "Charles Harrison was found dead with a single gunshot wound to the head. Police said no foul play was involved. He took his own life 6 months after the killing of the k-pop idol's girlfriend. Upon further investigation they found pictures of the couple who he was Stalking. They also found some of the victims' personal items." He paused while he tried to hold back his tears.

He cleared his throat and continued to read, "The cops found a note that Harrison wrote, "If you found this, I set out to do what I always wanted. I have no regrets. Now She's forever mine just like it was supposed to be. They gave us two shots to the back of the head and we are all dead now."

I took a deep breath as I wiped away the tears that fell. He truly was a sick and twisted man. "They are calling this case a crime of passion. And that justice was served." Minho said. I shook my head. "That's bullshit! That coward took the easy way out. There's no justice in this. My girlfriend was murdered in cold blood! Him killing himself doesn't bring anything back. He deserved to rot in a fucking prison cell!" I screamed.

"Take a breath, Chan. We all agree with you. Justice wasn't served. But there's nothing we can do. Now all we have is our memories, videos and photographs. Her memory will live on through us and through you." Hyunjin said.

I ran my hand through my curly locks. He is right. They all are. She was a beautiful soul who was taken too soon. I placed my hand on my chest and looked at her picture. "I'm gonna let you know, that I'm gonna go and hold you so. I'm never letting go. I can't explain this emotion. 143, baby. I love you."

(Author's note: Please do not copy my work. Legal action will be taken if you do so.)

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neptunetheplanet7 · 3 years ago

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐨 - 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

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;mikasa ackerman x fem!lesbian!reader

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You took a shaky breath in as you stopped midway of putting a clean sheet on the bed Mikasa would be sleeping in. The room still had some of her old stuff in it, it's just no one ever came in here after she left. You looked around at all the items she left behind. Smiling fondly at an old picture of you two, you noticed a small figure crossed out in the background. Glancing at the rest of the photos on the shelf, you noticed that every photo had something crossed out.

After looking at each picture, you came to the conclusion the figure was Jean. She must have only taken the photos without him and did this to the rest. You frowned and walked back to the bed. Carefully, you climbed onto it and propped a few pillows up to support you as you leaned back.

For the first time in two years, you got a good look around the room. On the side of the room with the door, there was a large glass window overlooking the balcony above the living room. You always found it strange that she chose a room like that when she usually kept those blinds shut. Her bed was in the middle of the room with a tv mounted on the wall across from it. On the other side of her bed, there were a couple of bean bags below the bay window that looked out on the driveway.

You sighed and took out your phone, pulling up old texts with Mikasa. The last time you texted her was three months ago when you got too drunk at one of Reiner's ragers.

mikasa

mikasas pleasdse

come home

i miss you

i miss you so much

we all miss you so much

come home to me.

She didn't respond to that and you wouldn't know if she even looked at it. She turned her read receipts off for everyone after the first week of trying to contact her. The only time she had ever contacted anyone was two weeks after she left the house.

Don't look for me. Don't contact me.

You got a lot of your friends asking if you got the same message. She sent the same thing to everyone who tried to get in contact with her. You still didn't know where she was or what she was doing. The only thing you knew was that she was coming home the next day. You sighed. Suddenly, you didn't feel like cleaning anything else. You briskly walked out of her room and dialed the number of your best friend.

"Hey, Y/n! What's going on?" Sasha's cheery voice rang through the line.

"Hey hey, Sasha. I'm doing great. At least, I think I am. Do you wanna go somewhere? You can pick me up? Or I can pick you up if you like."

"I'll come to pick you up, honey bunny, don't you worry." You heard her struggling with her keys on the other side of the line and snorted at the noise.

"Need some help, Sash?" You grinned while skipping steps.

"Fine, thanks." She grumbled. "I'll be there in fifteen! You stay put!" She briskly hung up.

Sasha had been your best friend ever since Eren's nineteenth birthday party. She caught you and Eren coming back inside just as she was about to leave, with half the pantry in her arms. She asked for your number to make plans to hang out and chat sometime. You happily obliged, which was probably the happiest thing you had done that night.

You tossed your phone onto your bed as you walked into your room. Your room was on the first floor. You got first pick since you were the one who inherited the house. The house was big and beautiful. It was also on a lake. Perfect for the parties Eren and Jean loved to host. Perfect escape from paparazzi.

Your room had big glass doors that opened to the balcony that wrapped around the back of the house. You had a great view of the lake. The room was painted white. There was a black marble fireplace in one wall with a small wardrobe you used for storing memorable items to the band. You didn't need to use it for clothes since you had a walk-in closet in the big bathroom you partly shared with your bandmates. Jean liked to use the large bathtub.

You collapsed onto the bed and stared into the vanity mirror next to it. It was then when you realized you were still in your pajamas. "Oh shit." Your eyes widened as you hurriedly stumbled over to the closet, falling over once.

You grabbed a pair of baggy sweats and a big t-shirt. With duck socks, of course. The outfit didn't look much different than your pajamas but Sasha would probably be wearing something similar.

You threw your hair into the easiest hairstyle you could muster. You grabbed your boots and hopped up and down while trying to put them on while also leaving the room. "Jesus." You muttered.

Your phone vibrated, signaling that Sasha was here. "I'm heading out with Sasha! You're on your lonesome!" You called out to wherever Armin was in the house.

"Okay! Don't be back too late!" He shouted back.

You laughed aloud as you realized how much he sounded like a dad. You opened the front door and ran to Sasha's car. "Let me in!" You knocked on the passenger window as she reached around to find the button that unlocks the door. Once it was unlocked, you swung open the door and hopped inside.

"Nice outfit," was the first thing she said to you. You glanced at her outfit and scoffed. Your predictions were correct, she was wearing something similar.

"Gee, thanks." You gave a lopsided smile and rolled your eyes.

"Where to, honey bunny?" Sasha said, giving a mock salute while her other hand rested firmly on the steering wheel. You giggled and thought about it. You called her on such a whim that you forgot to even plan anything.

"Uh how about Brain Freezes? I could really use a catch-up with Connie right about now." You suggested.

"That sounds like a great idea! Turns out you do have a brain up there." Sasha snickered.

"Oh good one, because you're the real genius here, clearly."

After a lot of lighthearted banter, you arrived at Connie's workplace. Sasha aggressively grabbed the door handle and slammed it open, causing the bell to fall off its perch and land on your face. "Oops." You grimaced and bent down to pick up the bell. You rang it in front of her face.

"Sasha! Y/n! My two favorite customers!" Connie jumped up and down on the other side of the counter. "How can I assist you ladies today?"

"I'll have the usual." You gave a half-hearted smile, head still impaired from the bell. Sasha had quite the habit of accidentally hurting you.

Sasha snatched the bell from your grasp and started ringing it. She announced her very long order that you could barely keep up with, but Connie was used to this kind of thing, especially with her.

You noticed one of his coworkers scowling at Sasha. You didn't like Floch, to say the least. He was always inviting himself to your parties but he was rude to all of your friends at the same time. He noticed your gaze and smirked.

He strutted over to where you stood, pretending to become very interested in toppings. "How are you, Y/n? It's been a while huh?" He leaned over your shoulder in a way that workers shouldn't with their customers. You made a hasty effort to slip away from his presence.

"It really hasn't. I came here last week. I come here every week and you say that every time." You usually tried to be nice to Floch, but today you didn't feel like being nice.

"Well, even a day without you feels like an eternity." He flirted horridly. You stared blankly at him until he awkwardly cleared his throat and traded spots with Connie at the register.

Connie took off his apron and handed you and Sasha your orders. "Sorry about him. That guy really can't take a hint even if it's right in front of his face." He shot Floch a venomous glare. "Luckily, you guys got here right as my shift ended! Wanna get out of here?" His previous anger seemed to dissipate in an instant.

"Yeah, I do! Where should we go?" Sasha beamed with her spoon still in her mouth.

"Can we just drive around? I've got something I wanna tell you guys." You played with your spoon in the ice cream, averting eye contact.

"Sure thing, Y/n. Let's go." Sasha and Connie said in unison.

Sasha let you drive her car since she was preoccupied with her mountain of ice cream. Connie didn't have a car, he failed his driver's test every time he took it. You'd think he'd learn most of the material by now. "Hey, Y/n?" He asked from the backseat.

"Yeah?" You nodded to him.

"Are you gonna finish that?" He said, referring to your cup of ice cream in the front cupholder. You sighed.

"Go ahead." He thanked you over and over as he leaned over and snatched it.

"So, Y/n? What was it you wanted to tell us?" Sasha wiped her hands on her pants and set the empty container in an extra cupholder.

You gripped the steering wheel harder then relaxed. You took a shaky breath in. "Mikasa is coming home tomorrow."

Connie started choking on your ice cream. "I know, I had the same reaction." You quipped.

"Mikasa..is...WHAT?" Connie managed between coughs.

"After all this time? It's been two years. Tomorrow? That's so sudden! Are you even ready to see her?" Sasha's mouth was gaping open. You leaned over and shut it for her.

"Yes, tomorrow. I still have to get the house ready. I couldn't even make it through her old room without calling you. Jean told us this morning. I don't think we should be worried about me being ready to see her. I think we should be more concerned about her and Jean." You informed. "But, then again, she told Jean about her return first. Plus he's picking her up tomorrow at the airport. So based on that, I think they're on better terms."

"You don't think they'll get back together, do you?" Connie said, his eyebrows furrowing.

You snorted. "Of course not. You know Jean is with Marco now, and he seems pretty happy with him. They've been together for two years now, probably longer if I'm being honest."

"Then what do you have to worry about?" Sasha asked, confused.

"Are you joking? I mean, what if she has found someone? What then? What if she quits the band forever? What if we argue? She dropped off the map two years ago. Completely. She stopped responding to me, to all of us. For two years I thought she lost her interest in everything and went to live a new life, with people better than me. And now she's coming back, out of the blue! It's too much." You stressed.

Connie and Sasha made quick eye contact. "Y/n, I think you're reading too far into it. I doubt anyone could lose interest in you. You're too cool! Let's look on the bright side, she's ready to come home and you finally get to see her again," Sasha said in an attempt to lift your spirits. You smiled graciously. You really were lucky to have a friend like her. "Right, Connie?" She gestured to Connie who looked very deep in thought.

"Didn't you and Mikasa go out in high school?" You almost crashed the car from the shock of the question.

"Briefly, yes. But we weren't 'going out' so to speak. We just, like, made out a couple of times." You could feel your face grow hot at the subject. You thought you were over your crush on Mikasa, but after hearing that she was coming home, the familiar feeling was coming back.

"You're going red, Y/n. I think it was more to you than just a make-out." Connie grinned while Sasha wiggled her eyebrows.

"You're totally in love with Mikasa!" Sasha sang.

"Shut up, you two. I don't wanna get into the details right now." You couldn't even try to hide your heated face since you were the one driving the vehicle.

"Not right now? So maybe somewhere down the line, you will?" Sasha raised her eyebrows and broke out into another infectious grin.

"Whatever, Sash. Enough about Mikasa and me. I really wanna hear about you and Niccolo." You gave her a similar grin while she slowly turned red.

"Nice one, Y/n!" Connie cheered.

"You idiots should just shut it!"

posted: 8/24/21

no reposts, edits, or modification to my work by anyone other than me.

#mikasa x reader #mikasa x you #snk fanfiction #aot fanfiction #mikasa ackerman #band au #modern au

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1-800-channie · 4 years ago

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Guardian Angel (Final)

PAIRING | Angel Chan & Female Reader

GENRE | Cute / Angst / Very Suggestive

WARNING: This part contains heavy make out sessions

TYPE | Long Fiction

WC | 5000+ Words

SUMMARY | “After suffering more than you could handle, God sends you a heaven made gift. He sent you a Guardian Angel. His name is Christopher Bang Chan and he is the most handsome creature you have ever laid your eyes on. Will you be able to live with him everyday without any kind of second thoughts? Will Chris be able to take care of you without falling for you? Something tells me that it won’t be. But if, the both of you fall in temptation, there is a punishment that will hurt more than death.”

[Part 1] [Part 2]

( 40 Days Left)

It was predicted to be one of the hottest days in summer, the sun would be very high and the temperature would rise all to the top. That’s why you choose the beach as the location for your date.

Chan’s eyes had a special spark that day, they were shining as he gazed out of the window. The both of you were on the train on your way to the beach. He was sitting across you, a wide smile that could save the world placed on his lips. His adorable dimples were popping out in the most adorable way. His blonde hair was curly and healthy. His locks were longer, which caused him to push his fingers through his hair to get it out of his face.

“Y/N, you're staring…” Chris said, smiling.

“I was admiring you… You look so handsome today.” You complimented the Angel, and he hid his face behind his hands cutely.

“Stop, you're making me shy!” He complained adorably, giggling at you happily. Truth being said, Chan has never felt so happy and in love before. You made him feel soft and mushy and he loved it. He loved everything about you.

When you reached the destination, both of you went looking for a place to stay. The beach was crowded, everyone enjoying the sunny day to rest and relax their minds. There were people sunbathing, eating and playing on the salty water. Chan was inspecting everything like he has never been there before, and you found it lovely.

Under the sun umbrella, Chan had his large hands on your back, applying the sun cream as best as he could. When he was finished you felt his hand tapping on your shoulder two times. You turned around and started to apply some of the cream on him too.

"We gotta be safe, my Love." You joked, talking about the sun cream, but biting his earlobe just to get a reaction out of him.

"I don't know if I can be safe if you keep teasing me like that!" Chan remarked annoyed.

The only thing you did was kiss his lips and run towards the water, keen to refresh your heated body. You loved the feeling of the sand between your toes and the smell of the wild ocean.

As soon as your toes came in contact with the freezing water, you took several steps back and cursed under your breath. Chris was right behind you, and when he noticed that you took some steps back, he was confused.

"Baby, won't you get in? Is there something wrong?" His smooth voice interrogated you, worried.

"Oh... It's just... The water is really cold..." You giggled shyly, as the sun started to burn your back.

"Oh really? Then this is my revenge from teasing me then..." Before you could process what he was talking about he picked you up, bridal style and made his way into the immense ocean.

As you were about to complain, he threw you into the water which resulted in your body going completely underwater. The cold liquid made you shiver, but soon enough your body felt much better about the heat.

You immersed yourself from the water looking incredible and surprised your annoying date. Your hair was dripping wet and pushed back, the water drops falling from your body was just a perfect sight to admire.

"See? You can try to tear me down, but I will come back stronger and prettier." You said lifting your chin in a superior way as you pouted. Chan made a disgusted face.

"That was cringe. Don't say it ever again." Chan warned you as he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a salty kiss.

The kiss was gentle and engaging. His lips acted slowly, his tongue was gentle against yours, making you want to whine. Your lips parted, so you guys could get your breath back, and Chan bit your bottom lip to tease you.

"Chan, stop..." You whine timid, an adorable grin on your lips.

"I stopped... See?" He nudged himself from you, moving the water around him. As you were about to praise him, he pushed you inside the salty ocean once again.

(30 Days Left)

Chan and you became sort of a couple, but with no labels. This was the kind of life you wish you had forever: the angel would wake up by your side every morning, kiss your forehead and prepare you breakfast. Every time you came back home after a long day, he would be waiting for you, so he could hold you and kiss you with his talented lips.

Even though it was a sunny Sunday, you and your angel decided to stay home and maratone on the Twilight movies. Chan had his head in your lap, as your fingers were lost on his soft blonde locks. His eyes were completely glued to the screen.

Knowing exactly what scene was next, your heart started to beat faster, not ready for the questions Chan would do. He always questions everything. As soon as Bella and Edward started a full makeout session you felt Chan shift in your lap. Suddenly he stood up straight in front of you, blocking the view of the movie.

“Does being kissed on the neck feel that good?” He asked, eyes analysing your face carefully looking for signs.. You felt your cheeks paint in a warm red from the risky question.

“Yes, Chan… It does. Now please, stop blocking my view. I want to watch the movie.” You said, avoiding his eyes. Chan pressed his lips together and took a couple of steps closer to you, not convinced by your answer. His next action made your whole body scream in embarrassment. Chan sat on the sofa next to you and gripped your hand while he said: “Sit on my lap, please.”

You stared at him with widening eyes: “What- What are you talking…about?” Chan looked at you with an annoyed face. Tired from your shyness he wrapped his arms around your waist, lifted you from the sofa and settled you in his strong thighs.

“Make me feel good…” Chan demanded somehow innocently, not knowing what road he was choosing.

You chewed the inside of your cheek and closed your eyes while a long sigh left your lips. Your hands gently settled on his strong chest while you leaned forward, ready to have a taste of him. Chan wasn't expecting your warm lips to have such an impact on him… but he loved it.

Seductively, you started planting little kisses all over his neck, starting softly so you don't scare him. After a few kisses, Chan seemed relaxed in your hands, so you took the action further. You licked the side of his neck, tracing the sexy big vein. That seemed to excite him because his hands moved to rest on your waist heavily.

“Y/N…” He moaned, but you were too busy to give him an answer. His skin was soft and it was driving you crazy. You wanted to mark him up, so your teeth bite his skin gently but enough to mark him. After the bite, your tongue traced the fresh mark. Loving the way his skin smelled, your nose brushed all over his neck.

After a few kisses and bites, Chris’s neck and collarbones were beautifully marked by you. Finally, you let your eyes open and stared at the angel. Eyes closed, lips parted and red cheeks. Feeling your eyes on him, Chan also revealed his orbs and stared at your eyes for what felt like an eternity and then kissed you.

He wasn't gentle like he used to, he was hungry. His big, veiny hands pulled your waist closer so you're sitting on him fully, and not on his things. His hands were resting under your ass, feeling you.

Air was caught in your lungs and you moaned against his lips, loving his bold moves. Chris gave you only a few seconds to get back your breath before he was after them again. You sucked on his bottom lip, and Chan took the lead of the kiss again as his tongue entered your mouth, looking for yours. Slowly and almost like they had their own life, your hips started to move against his.

That seemed to catch Chan by surprise and he pulled away from the kiss. Lips red and wet, eyes sparkling and uneven breathing. Again, he stared at you like you are a heaven made creature. He stared at you like he was trying to make a mental map of you. Overwhelmed he told you to stop everything.

Worried that you took a step further than you should, you stood on your feet and avoided Chan’s eyes as you hugged yourself feeling guilty.

“I'm sorry if that was too much…” You apologized, teary eyes and hurt voice. Too scared to face him.

Chan remained silent for a few seconds, trying to calm down his racing heart. Then he also stood up and involved you in his strong arms.

“It's okay. You did nothing wrong.” He whispered in your ear, trying to comfort you. His hand found your jaw, and he lifted your small face, so he could look at you. “Let's finish the movie?” He asked with a caring smile. You nodded and sat next to him.

( 20 Days Left)

You never thought Chan was the jealous type, but apparently, he was. Everything was going perfectly fine until you mentioned that Changbin came to visit you at work earlier that day and gave you a warm hug. You never intended that he was touchy with you, nor that you like him in any way but that is not what Chris understood.

“Well, if you like him that much, you should be with him,” Chan mumbled while he washed the dishes, avoiding you.

“I don't like him that way, Chris.” You assured him. Wanting to help, you walked closer to the sink but Chan made eye contact with you and pushed you away.

“Why are you acting this way? I told you I don't like him. I told you I don't want him!” You explained again, your voice louder. The situation was pissing you off.

“That is not what you hinted with- he gave me such a warm hug-” Chan copied you, voice louder just like yours. He was mocking you now. Great.

“I don't wanna argue with you. You are not my boyfriend, wait, you are no one to tell me who I should be close with!” You yelled at him, and then, when he stayed silent, you knew you went too far.

You thought taking a shower would help so you let your body stay under the warm water, hoping it would wash away all that angriness inside of you.

“Am i not important to you?” Chan asked, standing by the bedroom door when he noticed you finished showering. His eyes fixed on you while you brushed your hair. Usually, he was the one to brush it.

“Of course you are important to me. I never said the opposite thing.” You responded coldly. Your sighs were avoiding his because you know you would start crying otherwise.

“Im sorry, Y/N… I never meant to hurt you.” Chan apologized in a low voice, while he sat on the mattress of your bed. “I’m just scared you find someone better than me…”

When you heard those words, you left the hairbrush on the bathroom and ran to Chan and hugged him. That reaction caught him off guard, but soon, he wrapped his arms around your waist, and brought you to his lap.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his chest. With your head hidden in his strong thorax, you confessed shyly: “There is no one better than you, Chris.” With that, he smiled and hugged you tighter. Knowing that you may feel the same as him.

( 10 Days Left)

A few days later you decided to go grocery shopping with Chan. Unlucky as you are, when you were leaving the store it started raining. You ran from the water with Chan by your side, holding your hand. Arrived at your place shortly after.

Chris was laughing like a little child that just got a present. He loved the way his blood rushed to his veins from the adrenaline. He missed this.

“I loved it!" He giggled, while drops of water rolled down his face dropping from his hair.

“You loved to run in the rain?” You asked, and Chris nodded his head cutely. “We should shower, or we’re going to get a cold!” A shiver ran quickly on your body from the cold clothes.

Chan’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Can we bath together?” He proposed with a smirk on his lips. Truth is that he has been acting riskier than he used to. His touch lingers longer than usual in your skin. His kisses feel more powerful and hungry, unlike the first ones, soft and sweet.

“Are you sure it won't be too much?” You asked worried. The memories of what happened last time clouded your mind.

Chris walked towards you and cupped your face with his freezing hands. “Of course not. You know I trust with all my heart…” You felt your cheeks burn by the affirmation, but you smiled while your cheeks were squished by his long fingers.

Excitement filled your veins as you stared into each other's eyes. Chan's hands were suddenly warm as they started to unbutton your shirt after you gave him permission. Button by button, the tension started to grow between your bodies. Inside the small bathroom yours and Chan's heavy breaths were the only noise, but outside it was still pouring.

When your damp shirt was fully unbuttoned, Chris reached for its sides and slid it off of your arms slowly, leaving you only on a bra in front of him. You couldn’t handle yourself and kissed him, devoured his soft lips like they were cotton candy. As your lips distracted him for a few seconds, your hands reached his sweatshirt and you pushed it up, hinting that you needed it off.

Chris left your lips for a brief moment just to take it off, and then his lips were on you again, but this time, they were busy loving your neck. He kissed, bit and left bruises all over your tender skin, loving the way you tasted.

He reached for your jeans and unbuttoned them after you gave him a small nod and a shy grin. He should probably feel nervous, or embarrassed, but Chris was calm and enjoying every single second. He loved you, so he wasn't uncertain or scared, he was safe.

As you stood only in your underwear in front of the angelic creature, you felt yourself get shy all over again. Your body was heated and aching, aching for his touch.

“Take those off…” You murmured, pointing at his jeans. Chan smirked, somehow finding cute your nervousness.

While maintaining heavy eye contact with you, Chan’s skilled fingers unbuttoned his jeans, and pulled them down, seductively. Your eyes were very curious,so you left your orbs admire his muscular body.

Wide shoulders, tan skin that glowed under the dimed light, perfect abs and strong thighs. This man was truly a work of art. You wanted to worship him, feel him, touch him, devour him.

Impatient, you reach for your bra and undo it. You sighed when the tight feeling faded away and tossed it on the floor. Without making eye contact, your shaky hands also pulled your thong off.

You were fully naked in front of Chan, and he wasn't holding back his curiosity just like you. His eyes were admiring all your shapes, curves but especially your perky nipples, that always seemed to excite him in a special way.

“You are so sexy…” Chan whispered, taking your hand on his as his eyes focused on your sighs. “My turn.”

Instantly your heart started to jump rapidly. You will see Chris fully naked for the first time… You closed your eyes nervous, and he laughed.

“It's okay, love.” He assured you. His hands gently cupped your face and he forced you to stare into his eyes. “Are you sure this is alright? For me, it's all good.”

“Yes, I want this. I want you.” You said certainly. There was no more shyness, no more uncertainty. You pecked his lips and turned the water so it would start filling the bathtub.

The water started to pour, hot like you were feeling. A thick fog started to settle all over the tiny bathroom. Soon you got in the tub and let the water warm your whole body. Your hands pushed your hair back and you took a quick glance at the Angel:

“Aren’t you coming?” You asked sarcastically, knowing really well that he was starving for you.

He didn't answer, he just got in the water and sat down in front of you. You approached him and attacked his lips in a sensual kiss. Your lost hands found its way to Chris’s scalp, and you started to pull his hair just enough for him to feel you.

The position you were in was uncomfortable, so Chan invited you to sit on his lap. You bitted your lip as you sat on him, even though you wanted him, you were still nervous.

“You alright?” The Angel asked, his hand reached for your cheek and he caressed it, lovingly.

“Yes.” You responded with a smile. Your eyes were fixed on Chan’s, as you tried to look behind them. You just needed something to assure you that you are safe in taking this step forward.

“I love you,” Chan said, almost like he read your mind.

“I love you too.” You confessed, satisfied.

There was no more hesitation, you are his and he is yours. You are one. You trust him enough to love you fully.

( Last Day )

Chris knew his purpose. He was supposed to be your protector, the one that stays by your side and takes care of you, he was supposed to be your guardian angel, not your lover.

He thought all that of this was stupid. He knew from the very beginning that this would be the death of him. How is he supposed to hear your laugh, see you smile, hear you sing, see you every day, and not fall in love? It was impossible.

When Chan finally built up some courage and told you that he was going back to heaven because he broke the rules, you couldn't believe him. You started crying, your whole body was shaking in fear.

He will be taken away from you, after all of this… You thought begging would help, so you begged, desperately.

"Please, please Chris don't go..." You begged in tears, even though there was nothing he could do, you still hoped to be with him.

"Baby, I can't do anything... We broke the rules..." He whispered close to your red lips as your hurtful sobs started to echo inside the bedroom.

There was nothing else he could do unless accepting his fate.

"I can't live without you... Chris, I love you..." You confessed to him with sour tears rolling down your cheeks as you locked eyes with his.

His heart started to beat incredibly faster against his rib cage. He wished he could go back in time and not accept the plan, he wished he could love you freely. You were his love, you were the girl he was waiting for all this time, and it's unfair that he was an Angel and you a human.

"I love you too." He said certain of his words, as his lips started to peck your wet face. Chris's plump lips felt cold against your cheeks as warm tears kept on falling from your eyes.

He will be taken back to heaven, and then receive his punishment. He couldn't fall in love, it was his most important rule... but you always gazed at him with so much passion that he couldn't help it, he loved you.

The Angel sat on the bed, his large back on the wooden headboard and pulled your weak body against him, your back upon his muscular chest. As his voice sang you your favourite song, you pecked his hand, that had his fingers intertwined with yours.

His usual warmth was gone. His body felt frozen and distant, he wasn't the same anymore, he will never be the same, not when he witnessed what love is, not when he touched you, not when he thought you could be his... But you can't.

The drops in your eyes didn't seem to stop falling and your head was starting to ache from all the crying. Your heart was broken, and the pieces were scattered all over your body and you could feel it beating irregularly inside your brain.

After the song ended, your lover stayed silent. He was able to hear your heartbeat, he was able to hear the raindrops falling from the sky, as sad as the tears escaping your eyes. At that moment, he could feel and hear everything, but it all felt empty.

As if your body knew that the end was close, all the memories with Chris passed in front of your eyes fastly like a depressing movie: the first time you saw him you were so scared and impressed with his holy body and features. He was always so pure and sweet; You remembered all the times he cooked for you, the food was always tasty and missing a bit of spice but you didn't mind; All the times he prepared a warm bath for you when he knew you needed to relax. He even washed your hair for you, those angelic hands never failed to make you feel better.

You remembered how it felt to kiss him for the first time. It was magical like your soul was dissolved with his and you guys become one. It felt so warm and sweet, it felt like it was meant to be.

You remembered the first time he made love to you, he was so scared to hurt you. The Angel kissed every inch of your frame and made you feel like you were in actual heaven. He knew all the places to touch you even though he had never touched you before, he knew you so well.

The rain that was falling from the dark sky strongly, suddenly stopped. A calm silence spoke for brief seconds before a bright colour filled your cleaned bedroom.

"The time has come... I have to go." Chris whispered in your ear as you felt his safe embrace leave you on the cold bed.

"Chris..." You cried loudly, your whole body trembling. You stood up on your bare feet and an urge to throw up suddenly hit you. "I love you so much..." You sobbed as you ran towards him, ignoring the symptoms that your weak body was giving you.

You just want to hold him one last time.

You couldn't feel his flesh because his body was vanishing at a slow pace in tiny shiny dust. At that moment, it hit you. That was real, he was going to be taken away from you, and there is nothing you could do to stop it. You wanted to cry aloud and yell for him to stay, but it wouldn't change a thing... Not when the worst sin was committed.

"You won't remember me, so it's ok. It won't you hurt anymore." He smiled melancholy, tears in his caramel-coloured eyes. "Your memories will be erased and I will be nothing..." There was a visible sadness in his happy voice and it was breaking you even more.

"I won't ever forget you..." You grabbed his veiny hand. "I WILL NEVER FORGET YOU CHRIS... YOU ARE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE..." You yelled in pure horror as you watched him smile for the last time, before vanishing completely.

You fell on your knees on the clean purple carpet that was on the wooden floor and yelled as loud as you could with your hands in your head and a painful hurt voice. An idea came to your mind and with shaky legs, you ran all over your apartment, looking for something to sign. You find a black permanent pen, so you write on your wrist, in big black letters, a small note that will help you remember him, tomorrow.

But right after you finished writing the last word, your head felt like it exploded and your body fell on the floor lifeless.

You woke up naturally, without your alarm, on the bed. Your body felt heavy and lonely. Your mind was calm but your heart was anxious. As if your heart knew something was missing, it started to beat stupidly fast and an urge to cry hit you like a cold shower.

You held on to your shirt right on the heart spot as you cried your eyes out. The reasons were unknown but you felt like you needed this, you felt like you needed to mourn. A black thing on your wrist caught you by surprise, and your eyes stared at it for a while, trying to comprehend it, but nothing came to your mind.

« You must remember his name, Chris, he is the love of your life. » You read in your mind, and as soon as his name was pronounced by you, you felt empty.

What is this? Who is he? Why is your body reacting to him this way? Your mind was a mess, and even if you wanted to think about it you couldn’t. Work was calling for you. So you got up from the comfortable bed and got ready for work. An empty feeling consuming your whole body from head to toe and clouding your eyes.

You locked your front door and walked over to the sidewalk. There were just a few people on this cold winter day, and they were too busy to notice you.

They were either lost on the warm coffee cup; talking to someone that was walking beside them or playing on their phones. You checked the busy road two times, your eyes scanning the cars as they passed by. Your head was still heavy from the mysterious crying, so you could barely open your eyes. You signed, before taking two fatal steps forward into the wet road.

A loud honk woke you up, and you shut your eyes completely waiting for the car to hit you. Instead, you felt something on you, pulling you back gently and saving your life.

Your eyes scanned all over the road once again, and no one was by your side. There was no one close to you… What just saved you? What pulled you back…? Your heart was beating against your chest brutally and your whole body trembling, scared.

A sudden feeling of safety filled your heart and you felt yourself calming down.

Chris smiled at you, standing right there in front of you as his hand tried to touch your cheek, but you couldn't feel him. His eyes were sparkling and he wanted to hold your body, but you wouldn't feel a thing.

His punishment was to be close to you, every single day until you die, without being able to talk to you or touch you. His punishment was to see you laugh, but not for him. His punishment was to see you fall in love, but not with him.

It was so much worse to be there and not being able to touch, talk to you or smell you, than dying completely. But he couldn't do anything, because he committed one of the worst sins an Angel could do, even though he knew the consequences. It was his fault that he fell in love with you.

Maybe there was a way to make him come back to you, but he would have to trade his light, for darkness.

A/N: Hello beautiful Stars! I am back. The part 2 is here, i hope it was as good as you imagined. I had so much fun writing this and im proud of myself for finally posting it.

Again, I need to give a special thanks to @xiaojunssmile for helping me revising my work. I appreciate you a lot, you are the best. I love you ❤

Rebloggs, likes and comments are always appreciate it. Thank you.

#stray kids #kpop #bang chan #chan #stray kids chan #chris bang #stray kids bang chan #bang chan smut #leader chan #skz chan

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starshiningsirius · 5 years ago

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The meaning behind a game of chess (Part 2)

Someone wanted a part two so after procrastinating even more with Ap work I don't want to do I came up with this piece of work. I'm surprised that the first one made it over 100,😅😭 it was worth my tears. I also realized that I could add color and bold words, wow. Thank you to @moonlight-spoilers!

He seriously didn't like this feeling. It hurt his pride and when he finally met her the next day they did the same as usual, playing another game of chess.

"Hello Leona."

He was still deep in thought so when her voice was heard he visibly flinched.

"Hm? It's only you, sit and play." His voice sounded a bit colder she could place it as a demand but, the female did as she was told though couldn't help her uneasiness.

When she made her first move Leona made sure to carefully examine every last detail. He made his first move rather quickly though. The next move was what made him pause. She didn't move the queen, usually she would by the second move, instead it was just a pawn.

It took him by surprise as she wasn't predictable, this go around. Even though the Queen and King would be together eventually at the beginning of the game she would always maneuver it away coming up with some clever strategy, that'd give the second prince a run for his money, of course he wouldn't admit that even on his death bed.

The taunting voices were having a field day.

"Would you look at that?"

"The King's at a lost for words!"

"How pitiful, she must have you wrapped around her little finger, doesn't she?"

"The Queen is the most powerful piece in the game, after all."

Y/n had noticed her friend's mind went elsewhere. He was acting strange when she got here.

"Leona are you-" Y/n was immediately cut off.

"Why didn't you move the Queen?" He was restraining himself, questioning what she could be thinking.

'Was she mocking me? Was all this some sort of prank, does she really think she can get away with teasing the King?' He clenched his fist clutching the grass of the Botanical Garden as if it would quell his rage. The questions wouldn't stop their not until he heard the voice that resonated in his ears.

"Hm? Why? I just wanted to try a different strategy."

The game then continued on like nothing and when it ended he lost. The same way he had all those other times, with the white King and Queen side by side.

Mocking him silently he finally snapped.

He stood up abruptly which startled Y/n seeing as they'd usually set them up again and keep playing until lunch was over.

Leona's face had an overcast to it even though the bright sunny sky gleamed through the glass making up the Botanical Garden, he couldn't look more like a predator ready to feast. His green eyes had clouded over and he remained silent for a second. Just as Y/n was about to speak he beat her to it.

"Do you think the Queen's the most powerful piece?" He took a step toward her.

"What about the King, what's his worth?" He took yet another step toward the female who had begun to feel weary.

With each question he'd take another step not even bothering to give her time to answer any of the questions. His final one was the one that stood out the most to her.

"What would you say to becoming a queen?" He was far too close, invading her personal space enough to where she could feel his breath fan on her face.

"Leona! I don't know what's wrong but you need to stop this!" She demanded but it was more like a plea. Either way it didn't send a good message to the prideful prince.

"What makes you think you can command me?" His tone had caused shivers to travel up her spine. He easily pinned her to the ground without any effort.

Her arms above with the shadow of the lone King looming above her. He lifted one hand effortlessly and placed it on the checkered board. She watched as the pieces turned into sand except for her white Queen and the black King that she had tipped over in an attempt to checkmate him.

"Such a shame how my queen thinks she has the power to make that choice." He said barring his fangs right over her neck.

Oh temptation, sin of greed and lust cloud the judgement of one only to overtake the entirity. That's simply just insanity. Over a few words and the overlooked meaning of a simple yet complex game.

"The King and Queen are supposed to be together right, yet you think you have all the power in this game, I'll show you just how wrong you are."

The End

Masterlist

#leona kingscholar #twisted+wonderland+leona+kingscholar #twisted wonderland #yandere leona #yandere leona kingscholar x reader

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pickalilywrites · 5 years ago

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I'm always happy to see more of the Peaky Blinders AU. Don't feel like you have to include the Garrison lol - I do just genuinely like Levi, Petra, and the rest that are already in there.

have been meaning to write this lil garrison gang prequel for a while now xoxo

You Should See the Other Guy

Dot Pixis. Gang AU.

2469 words.

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Dot Pixis fiddles with the glass in front of him, staring at the two empty seats at the other side of the table. As the minutes pass, his frown grows deeper, and he grows more impatient. He takes a quick glance at his watch - half an hour past ten - and grumbles to himself. The woman beside him, Anka, ignores the old man’s mumblings, and instead stares straight ahead at the door where their guests should have arrived long ago. Aside from the distiller, the two are alone in this place. Together, they sit in silence with only the sound of Hannes tending to the moonshine in the fermentation vessel sitting behind them.

“Pour me a drink, Anka,” Dot Pixis says suddenly, gesturing at his glass. “You may have a glass as well if you wish.”

“It’s rude to drink before your guests arrive,” Anka replies, but she’s already heading towards the racks of rum. She selects an unopened bottle without looking and returns, pouring the golden liquor until it almost fills the entire glass. However, she refrains from pouring herself a drink, setting the bottle down instead and returning to her place beside Pixis.

“You’re quite right,” Pixis agrees, but he takes a slow sip of his drink anyway. When he sets his glass down again, it is half empty. He looks disapprovingly at the other empty glasses. “Of course, I’m sure you would also agree that it’s rude for guests to arrive over half an hour late.”

“Perhaps they’ll have a good reason for their tardiness,” Anka says, but she knows this is unlikely. It is more likely that their guests think very little of Dot Pixis and his crew. It’s an unfortunate opinion to have, but it wouldn’t be the first time that people have underestimated the old gang leader.

Pixis merely grumbles, although it’s clear that he doesn’t agree with his second-in-command by his displeased expression. With every impatient glance of his watch, every move of the minute hand is another strike against their absent guests. Another fifteen minutes pass, and Pixis has emptied his glass. Should this meeting ever begin, Anka knows for certain that it will not end well.

There’s a knock at the door, and one of Pixis’ men enters. “They’ve arrived, Pixis,” Mitabi says. He waits for his boss’ command. When he sees Pixis wave his hand, Mitabi nods and proceeds to let the guests in.

Two men stroll in, not bothering to apologize. It could be that they’re unaware of their own tardiness, but Anka believes that it’s more likely that they don’t care. The expression on their faces is far too smug to be innocent, and they don’t bother to greet the old gang leader as they sit down across from him. They sneer at Pixis, believing him a senile old man, and one of them turns to Anka, gesturing for her to pour them all a drink.

Anka only moves when Pixis waves her forward. As she pours the gin, she keeps her eyes on the two guests, a neutral expression on her face. She remembers them from previous meetings that Pixis had held with their gang, although she recalls that they’re merely henchmen. It’s evident that the leader of this particular gang does not find this matter important enough to attend himself. It would have been better if nobody had come.

“You’re late,” Pixis says. He leaves his drink untouched. It might be that he’s had enough alcohol from his previous drink, but Anka believes it’s more likely that Pixis wants to deal with these poor fools first. “We were scheduled to meet an hour ago. Is there a reason for your tardiness?”

“Huh, an hour?” one of the men say, glancing down at his watch. He simply laughs when he sees the time, unashamed at his rudeness. He looks up and grins impishly at Pixis, the expression of someone who hasn’t acknowledged that he’s done anything wrong. Like his partner, he wears a black bowler hat on his head. Anka finds his boyish face and golden curls familiar and recalls his name as Edward. “Were we not supposed to meet at eleven? We were certain the meeting was at eleven, not ten.”

“It was ten,” Pixis says. Unlike the other two giggling fools, Pixis sits without so much as a smile on his face.

“Well, at least we’re here,” the other man says with a wave of his hand. He’s probably barely out of his twenties, if the peach fuzz on his upper lip is any indication of his age. When he takes off his bowler hat, he reveals a head of messy brown locks. Anka would like to say his name is Fred, although she thinks she’s merely grasping at whatever familiar name is available in her mind now. “There’s no point in getting angry about us now. It’s not as if losing your temper will fix things. Let’s talk about what we came here to talk about shall we?”

They must be incredibly bold and incredibly stupid to speak so brazenly to Pixis, although there’s a chance that it’s a dangerous mixture of both. Anka can’t recall the last time someone has ever spoken to Pixis in such a way. She’s sure that whoever had met an unfortunate fate. She’s surprised when she turns and sees that Pixis wears a calm expression on his face. She watches as he takes his glass, holding the top by the tips of his fingers, and swirls it around. He hasn’t even taken one sip yet, but the men across from him have eagerly gulped down their drinks.

“Then let’s talk about more important matters, shall we?” Pixis says, sitting back in his chair. He taps his fingers against the table, watching the two young men carefully. “Last month, the Citystreet Bowlers purchased 200 cases of beer, 100 cases of liquor, and 100 cases of wine from the Garrison Gang. However, the money we’ve received so far hardly covers your expenses. By now, your group should have surely sold enough to pay for at least 75 percent of what is owed, and yet we have received less than half of that money. Why is that?”

The blond one - Edward - tilts his head, feigning an expression of surprise as if this is new information to him. “Is that so?” he asks. He takes another swig of his drink, finishing off the rum. With a lick of his lips, he then says, “It’s true that much time has passed, but perhaps you’ve overestimated the quality of the product you’ve sold us. It isn’t doing nearly as well as you have predicted, Pixis. How can we possibly pay you back when it isn’t making as much as you believe it’s worth?”

Here, Hannes stops his works and looks up from where he stands at the open fermenter, and both he and Anka watch Pixis’ reaction. Rather than looking at his distiller, Pixis continues to look at the two men. The old man strokes his silver mustache, watching the men carefully. After a moment, he says, “A few of my men had the luxury of stopping by your bar the other night, and it seemed that business was well.”

The smile on the brown-haired man’s face falters for just a second, but his companion breezily answers, “There can be more than one reason for a business to succeed. In the case of the Citystreet Bowlers’ new establishment, we were lucky enough to have additional entertainment to attract customers - music, gambling, beautiful women, and the like. Much of our sales are attributed to these other attractions rather than your drinks.”

“Then you should have been able to sell drinks regardless of how good they were,” Pixis says, completely unruffled. He takes a small sip before he continues. “If you’re entertaining your guests well, their throats are sure to get parched eventually. The wine could have turned to vinegar, and they wouldn’t notice at all.”

The man continues to give Pixis his false smile. “We admit that we overestimated the popularity of your drinks. Why can’t you admit it as well?” the man laughs. His glass sits empty in front of him.

Pixis narrows his eyes at the man and his companion. “Tell me what you really think about these drinks,” he says. His eyes flicker over towards the men’s empty cups - all empty save for a drop or two of rum at the bottom of each glass - before his gaze returns to his guests. “Be honest this time.”

The dark-haired man looks nervous, his eyes flitting over from Pixis to his companion, but the man with the blond curls is as confident as ever. The blonde man rests his arm on the table as he leans over, a fiendish smirk on his face. “Frankly, Pixis, your drinks are complete shite,” he says, his words echoing through the cellar. Behind them, Hannes winces at the insult, but the man continues. “You could replace your beer with a bottle of piss, and I wouldn’t be able to tell the difference.”

“Is that so?” Pixis asks. His eyes return to the empty glass in front of the blonde man. “Perhaps your palate is not as refined as you think it is.”

The man’s eye twitches. He’s clearly annoyed by Pixis’s comment, but he disguises his annoyance once more with his overconfident smile. “Don’t you believe it’s more likely that your products are poorly made?” He looks around the room - first at Pixis, then at Anka, then at Hannes. “After all, the people you’ve employed here can hardly be called reliable.”

“Enough,” Pixis says. He slams his hand on the table, and the glasses shake from the sudden jolt. The two men look at Pixis, startled, but Anka is hardly surprised. She had watched his anger grow and grow with every word that came out of the blonde man’s mouth. It was only a matter of time before the old man lost his temper. Now that he has, his stern gaze and the fire blazing in his hazel eyes are proof that the old gang leader still possesses the authority and power that he had held in his prime. Even though the two men had mocked and disrespected Pixis only moments earlier, they now shake in his presence.

Anka puts a gentle hand on her leader’s shoulder. “I’m afraid they’ve had a little too much to drink, sir,” she says quietly. It is not so much that she cares about what happens to these men. It’s just too much trouble to clean up afterward.

Pixis, however, isn’t having it. He rises from his seat, his chair scraping across the wooden floor. “On the contrary,” he growls, “I believe that they haven’t had enough to drink.”

“Sir,” Anka says, but she knows it’s far too late.

The gang leader grabs the angel-haired man by the collar of his shirt. It seems that the men have underestimated the old man’s strength, for all they can do is cry out in surprise as Pixis drags the man over to the open fermenter that Hannes is tending to. The man struggles as he’s dragged backward, reaching back and trying to tear himself away from Pixis’ grip, but he’s not strong enough. At least his companion has enough sense to fumble for his gun - a weapon stands a far better chance against Pixis’ fury than bare hands do - but he only has the opportunity to point it Pixis before Anka shoots it out of his hand.

“You bitch!” the brunet hisses, holding his other hand in shock. His head turns towards where he had dropped the gun. He reaches for it, but Anka is much faster.

Anka doesn’t say a word to the man. She simply steps on the gun, trapping it under the heel of her boot. She gives him a withering glare, making it clear that she would crush his head her heel if given the chance. The man has no choice but to watch helplessly as his friend’s head is submerged in a large vessel of alcohol.

Pixis holds down the man’s head, his eyes cold now. At first, the man struggles underneath Pixis’ grip as he tries to free himself, but his movements become weaker and weaker until he gives up completely. Pixis is deaf to the shouts of the man’s companion, and he’s oblivious to the look of alarm on Hannes’ face. His eyes are fixed on the rum that the man is being drowned in. It’s only when the bubbles have completely disappeared from the alcohol that Pixis lifts the man’s head. He raises the man up, his expression full of disgust as the man coughs out all the rum he had ingested. After the man has finished coughing, Pixis throws him on the floor. With his hands in his pockets, Pixis walks over to where the blonde man - his curls once a golden yellow, now a dirty blonde - has fallen. “You’ve insulted me,” he says, his voice gruff. “But far worse, you’ve insulted my gang and their work.”

The man on the floor splutters and coughs. He had once been so confident, but now tears stream down his face. Although he had strolled in like a grown man, he looks just like a boy now. He’s too afraid to even look up at the fearsome gang leader. He keeps his blue eyes on the floor in front of him as he mumbles, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, sir.”

“Get out of my sight,” Pixis says. He watches as the two men scramble away - the brunet holding up the blonde. As the two near the door, he calls, “And tell your boss that I’ll be expecting the money by the end of the week. If he hasn’t paid me by then, the Citystreet Bowlers can kiss their business goodbye.”

The brown-haired man nods frantically before he rushes out the door, half-carrying his comrade with him. Those guarding the doors on the outside look at the two men curiously, wondering what had transpired in the basement, and watch as the two hurriedly leave the building.

Pixis returns to his seat, leaning back in his chair. “We’re done with doing business with the Citystreet Bowlers, Anka,” he says calmly. He looks over at his second-in-command. “You’ve heard of Levi Ackerman, haven’t you? He’s just returned from the war. I hear that his clan is thinking about opening up a bar as well. Look into it for me.”

“Yes, sir,” Anka says.

“And pour me another drink.” He looks behind them, gesturing for Hannes to fetch them another bottle of rum.

Anka raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you think you’ve had enough to drink, sir?”

Pixis scoffs. “If you think I had too much to drink, you should see the other guy.”

#dot pixis #anka rheinberger #gang au #snk #quietcelt #asks #answered #requests #i loveee pixis #and anka

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MAKE OVER

Chapter 8: Saturday Night

Jung Hoseok x Reader

Reader as Kang Hyeonji

SUMMARY: When Kang Hyeonji transformed herself into a striking redhead, the entire male population of Seoul stood up and took notice. But her make over was for Jung Hoseok’s benefit alone. He began to show interest in the new look but not in the way she wanted. Suddenly he was over-protective, perhaps a little jealous. It seemed that the idea of having a relationship with her couldn’t be further from his mind. The girl however wants more. So it was time for an ultimatum. If Hoseok didn’t want Hyeonji to lose her virginity to another admirer, he had no option but to make love to her himself.

Hyeonji could not concentrate on her work. How could she, with Choon Hee besieging her with suggestions from the moment she arrived at work on Monday morning and spied the newly made-over Hyeonji.

Choon Hee's main advice was directed at Hyeonji's choice of clothing for the big night. The trouble was, she changed her mind every day. On Monday she insisted Hyeonji buy black. Lace, preferably. Black lace was so-o-o sexy!

Hyeonji didn't think she could carry off black lace and told Choon Hee as much. So on Tuesday Han Byeol came to the office and butted heads with Choon Hee, they now moved into getting Hyeonji a red satin...before they realised red would clash horribly with Hyeonji's new hair color.

From Wednesday to Friday the girls went through every possible color in the rainbow, plus every possible style from strapless and sexy to tight and slinky, then finally to white and virginal.

This last, desperate idea was an attempt at reverse psychology, since Tinashe would never dress in such fashion. Hyeonji was glad to leave work on Friday afternoon, having informed her avid friends thay she would simply buy something that suited and flattered her. Choon Hee had pulled a face before pressing the solemn promise from Hyeonji that she would finally wear the perfume she and Han Byeol got for her on her birthday.

"And buy yourself some drop earrings," had been Han Byeol's last hurrah. "I was watching this body language expert on television the other day and he said dangling earrings projected highly sexual messages on some subtly primitive basis. Apparently there's this tribe in Africa where women stretch their earlobes with heavy rings and weights. The ones with the longest earlobes are considered the sexiest, so the longer the earrings the better."

Choon Hee laughed out loud yet nodded to have Hyeonji wear some drop earrings for more appeal. Hyeonji had sighed and agreed to wear long, dangling earrings as well as the perfume.

Saturday dawned slightly overcast but the sun came out during Hyeonji's short train trip up to the shopping center. The forecast that morning had predicted twenty-eight degrees, average for their small little town in March. Fortunately, the humidity was low so Hyeonji would mot have to worry about perspiration ruining whatever dress she bought.

She arrived just as the shops opened, her mother's gift of five hundred and forty-five dollars tucked safely in her purse. Four hours later her mission was finally accomplished, and her purse was pretty empty. Hyeonji could hardly contain her excitement on the train ride home, hugging the parcels on her lap.

She would never have thought she could look so good, or sexy. Of course, it was to be seen what Hoseok would think of her, but she could never reproach herself for not pulling out all the stops. She hurried home from the station, puffing a little as she struggled up hill with her bags. It was one thirty and Hoseok's car was nowhere in sight. His mother was, though, Mrs Jung waving from where she was attending to her pot-plants on the front porch.

"Been shopping for tonight dear?" She called out, her smile bright just like her son. Hyeonji was grateful to stop for a minute. "Yes, Mrs Jung. I've been very extravagant," she confessed rather breathlessly. "New dress. New shoes. New everything, actually."

"Oh you must come in and show me. I'd love to see them," says Mrs Jung. Hyeonji hesitated, then glanced back down the hill. She didn't want to be caught by Hoseok coming home. She didn't want him to see her today until she was ready.

"Don't worry," Mrs Jung said "Hobi's not due. He has to work all day today. He just rang to say he'd get ready down and arrive straight to your place. Come in. You can have a cool drink while you're at it. You look hot."

Hyeonji was hot, but it wan't from the shopping. Suddenly, tonight was all too real. It was also her last chance. If nothing came tonight with Hoseok then she would give up all hope. Total failure was less than a few hours away.

"What lovely dress!" Mrs Jung exclaimed when Hyeonji drew the silk bit of nothing out of the bag. Mrs Jung held up the clothing "Oh yes, that's just the thing." She chuckled delightedly.

"You're certainly going to make that boy of mine sit up and take notice in that dress, aren't you my dear?" Hyeonji's eyes rounded at Hoseok's mother, who gave her a softly knowing smile in return. "You think I haven't guessed all these years that you're in love with my son?"

"I...I..."

"You don't have to say a thing. Just listen. Hoseok does not love Tinashe. She is, however, a beautiful and clever girl who panders to his not inconsiderable ego and knows exactly how to handle him." Hyeonji was all ears as Hoseok's mother went on. She'd been riveted from the moment Mrs Jung had said Hoseok didn't love Tinashe.

"I know my son very well, Hyeonji. I know his strengths and weaknesses. Basically, he is a good, kind, loving boy, but he has an obsessive workaholic personality with a one-track mind. I'm sure you've seen evidence of this yourself. I used to have to set an alarm clock next to his computer to get him to school reasonably on time. When he becomes absorbed in a project nothing can distract him, not even his male needs, which I might add are as strong as any other normal red-blooded man's."

This wasn't any news to Hyeonji. She'd seen the trail of girlfriends, all of them not exactly the types you just talked to on a date.

"You think Hoseok has only ever been attracted to the most beautiful girls," his mother went on. "That he's like a moth drawn only to the brightest of flames."

"Well, his girlfriends have all been stunners, Mrs Jung." Hyeonji pointed out.

"True. So I suppose if I said it was their personalities which won him you would be sceptical?" Mrs Jung chuckled.

Hyeonji laughed.

"I understand your cynicism. Nevertheless, what I am saying is true. The only girls who've attracted Hobi have been the ones who had enough confidence in themselves to break through his absent-minded nature and force him to notice them. I have no doubt most of them approached him first, made none too subtle passes and flirted with him outrageously in order to win him away from his other, all-consuming passion."

"Naturally, the only girls who have such a degree of confidence are usually very beautiful ones which gives them that added edge. Once they have Hoseok's attention, they have the equipment to ensnare his sexual desire as well. Even so, he usually tires of them rather quickly. Either that or they themselves become frustrated with his tendency to forget dates, and they leave the relationship of their own accord."

Hyeonji intensely listening and nodding to every word Mrs Jung had to tell her, felt like having a fairy god mother by her side.

"Tinashe, however, has hung in there. I think she must be very good in bed. I also think she knows Hoseok's net worth and wants to hitch her wagon to a star. I suspect this so-called trial separation is suppose to frustrate Hoseok enough for him to agree to marry her. I don't know if it will work. I sincerely hope not, because she does not love my son and it will make him miserable in the end. He doesn't believe in divorce, you see. Hoseok needs someone who truly loves and understands him. In short , Hyeonji, he needs you."

Hyeonji was speechless.

"You have the perfect opportunity to put a spanner in Tinashe's work tonight, my dear," Mrs Jung continued in a conspiratorial voice. "But you must be bold. And daring. Make him notice you, in more ways than one. Flirt with him. Let him know you want him. You do want him don't you?"

All Hyeonji could do was nod.

"Then go after him, with as much cunning and ruthless as Tinashe did. In short SEDUCE him."

Seduce him?

Hyeonji went home with those daunting words ringing in her ears. How did an inexperienced virgin seduce a man like Jung Hoseok? According to his own mother, he'd had coubtless sexy, beautiful women do just that and do it superbly! What chance did she, Kang Hyeonji, have?

Made-over she might be, but that was only a skin-deep transformation. Inside, she was still a quiet, reserved kind of girl. Basically, she was not bold. Or daring.

Okay, so she'd spoken up for herself a few times recently, but only in private and with people she knew well. The thought of openly flirting with Hobi in a very public place at a well-attended formal dinner sent frenetic butterflies fluttering around in her stomach.

At six-thirty she still found those butterflies still in full flight. Yet her reflection in the dressing-table mirror went some way boosting that confidence Hoseok's mother had insisted she find. Outrageously long, the green crystal drops hung nearly to her shoulders, swaying seductively whenever she moved. They've been worth every cent of the fifty dollars they'd cost.

"Oh Hyeonji, you look gorgeous."

Hyeonji swung around at her mother's voice, the A-line skirt of her dark green silk dress flaring out before settling into more discreet folds against her thighs. Not that a skirt that short could ever be discreet. It ended a good five inches above her knees. When combined with the four-inch heels of her strappy, bronze-colored Jimmy Choo's shoes she looked all leg.

"Do you think so, Mom?" Hyeonji was desperate of reassurance, her own eyes not to be trusted. Zil's admiring gaze traveled from her daughter's shimmering hair, down to her perfectly made-up face, past the flamboyant earrings and finally to the little sexy dress which showed off Hyeonji's recently reshaped curves to perfection.

The low, scooped neckline hinted at a very adequate and perfectly natural cleavage, the tight bodice nipped-in waistline showing that Hyeonji could rival Scarlett Johanssen in the hourglass figure department, and with out the help of a corset.

"Turn around," her mother said. "Let me see the back again."

Hyeonji did so a little tentatively. She knew the lace-up back was daring, exposing a deep section of creamy flesh right down her back to her waist. This was part of the style of course, but it precluded the wearing of bra, even a strapless one. The only underwear Hyeonji had on, in fact, was an expensive set of lace silk panties.

Hyeonji turned back to find her mother frowning slightly. "What's wrong?" She asked, panicking. "Do you think the neckline is too bare? Should I wear a necklace instead of these earrings?"

Zil smiled reassuringly. "Not at all. Those earrings are perfect. No. I was just hoping everything turns out right for you tonight."

Hyeonji scooped in a steadying breath. "I do too..."

Zil came forward to take her daughter's hands in hers. "Whatever happens, you look absolutely beautiful."

"Thank you Mom." Hyeonji smiled at her mother fondly.

"You smell lovely too. What's that perfume you're wearing?" Zil tilts her head in curiosity. "It's the one Choon Hee and Han Byeol have me for my birthday. It's called....SEDUCTRESS."

Zil's eyebrows shot up. Mother and daughter looked at each other, then laughed. "Let's hope it has a secret ingredient," Hyeonji said, shaking her head ruefully, "because I think I'm going to need it."

"You'll do fine my love. Just be your sweet lovely self and Hoseok will be enchanted." Now Hyeonji felt confused. She had Hoseok's mother telling her to be a vamp, her own advising the natural approach she had an awful feeling neither would work. The only time she'd had a real response from Hobi was when he'd been jealous of Mr X.

Maybe that was the way to go. Mr X had been very useful so far...Hyeonji had been speculating on how shw could use Mr X to further advantage tonight when the doorbell rang. Her stomach immediately crampedm oh, dear heaven.

"That will be Hoseok," her mother whispered. "I won't come to the door. Say I'm in the bath or something. If he has those papers for me, just put them on the hall table. Oh and don't worry about how late ypu get home. I won't. In fact i won't worry too much if you don't come home at all."

Hyeonji's hazel brown eyes rounded at this amazingly broad-minded mother she'd suddenly acquired. "Mum," she said. "I'm shocked but I love you for being so understabding. Still, I think you'll find I'll be home soon after midnight like a good little Cinderella."

"I don't know about that," Zil said wryly with another glance at her striking-looking daughter. "Now off you go," she added when the doorbell rang the second time.

Hyeonji picked up the bronze clutch purse which matched her shoes and made her way carefully downstairs, taking her time lest she trip over in her new high heels. Be confident, she kept telling herself as she approached the front door. And bold. And daring.

Schooling her face into a cool smile, she swung open the door, prepare to accept Hoseok's surprised admiration as though it were the most natural thing in the world. Unfortunately, she hadn't prepared herself for being confronted with Hoseok standing there looking blistering handsome in a superbly tailored black dinner suit.

Most men looked good when dressed in a tux.

Hoseok however was breath taking.

She stood there in speechless admiration of his beauty and missed his initial reaction to her own appearance by the time she recovered sufficiently to look into his eyes he was shaking his head at her with a mildly rueful reproach.

"I can see this is going to be a long and difficult night."

Hyeonji was taken aback. Did he like the way she looked or not? "What do you mean?"

"You know very well what I meant you minx, my God, are you wearing any underwear at all under that excuse of a dress?" Hoseok says.

Hyeonji blushed and bristled at the same time "I'm only following your suggestions. You told me you don't like women who wear pants."

His shocked brown eyes zoomed to where the hem of her skirt ended at mid-thigh. Hyeonji rolled her own eyes. "That's not what I meant. I do have pantyhose on with built in panties," she said dryly. "I was talking about my wearing a dress and not pants suit."

"Oh, that's a dress you're almost wearing, is it? I thought it was a left-over from a lingerie party." Hoseok added furiously.

"Very funny. Truly, Hobi, you're acting like some over-protective big brother, though I don't know why. You never have before." Hyeonji getting all frustrated as Hoseok answers back. "Well you've never looked like THIS before."

"Is that a compliment or an insult?" She replied. "It could be a damned problem." Says Hoseok.

"I don't see how," she said airily. But she wasn't as thick as she was making out, and the reality of Hoseok's brooding reactions thrilled her to bits. He was perturbed by how she looked. And really jealous of any other man she might attract tonight.

His own mother's words popped into her mind. "Go after him, with as much cunning and ruthless as Tinashe did..."

"So," Hyeonji went on, twirling around and mercilessly pretending she had no idea of the effect the back of the dress would have on him. "Will I knock 'em dead at dinner?"

"I don't know about the others," he growled, grabbing her wrist to stop her from twirling around again "but I'm in my grave already."

She feigned a flustered frown. "But I'm not talking about you, Hobi. I was thinking of all those successful and possibly available businessmen at this dinner night."

Hoseok glared at her. "So that's why you changed your mind about partnering me tonight? Because you want to parade yourself for other men's eyes, like you're in some kind of meat market?"

"Well...I wouldn't put it quite crudely. And I'm really only interested in ONE man's eyes." Hyeonji only meant she wasn't the sort of girl who played the field, but immediately Hoseok took it the wrong way.

"One man?" He frowned, then scowled. "Oh my God. Don't tell me your infernal Mr X is going to be in this bloody dinner tonight!" He bit out.

Hyeonji tried not to color guiltily, but failed. For the first, the use of Mr X had backfired on her. "Damn it Hyeonji!" Hoseok exploded. "You should have told me."

"Why? Would you have refused to take me if I'd said he was going to be there?" She asked, even while her mind raced Mr X simply had to be disposed of once and for all, she decided he'd been very useful up till now, but suddenly he was beginning to get in the way.

Hoseok opened his mouth to say something, then snapped it shut again. "It's and irrelevant question anyway," Hyeonji went on swiftly. "Because Mr X is NOT going to be there. Mr X has been wiped from the planet from this moment onward. I've decided to take your advice Hobi, and move on. This is me moving on. Now, do you think WE might move on and get going? Or do you want to be late and make a grand entrance?"

"With moving-on-Hyeonji by my side?" He mocked. "Heck, no. I'd prefer to slink in the back door."

"There's no pleasing you tonight, is there?" She snapped as she stepped outside and banged the door shut behind her. "I only did everything you told me to do. I happen to think I look very nice."

Hoseok gripped her nearest elbow and began urging her along the path. It set her crystal earrings swinging, along with her unfettered breasts. She kept her eyes straight ahead but had a feeling Hobi was staring daggers at her highly mobile bust. She hadn't realized till that moment what substantial movement did to bra less breasts. Ones of her size, that was.

"Nice is a very ineffectual word to describe how you look tonight" Hoseok muttered. Hyeonji extracted her arm from his grip once they reached the passenger door of his car. "So how would you describe how I look?" She challenged.

His brown eyes blazed as he yanked open the door and waved her inside. Not a word passed his lips while she lowered herself into the seat, but his eyes spoke volumes when they dropped to take note of the way her skirt rode up dangerously high when she sat down.

"Provocative" he snarled at last, then banged the door shut.

"Good" she snapped back, once he'd settle himself behind the wheel. "That's exactly the look i was looking for tonight."

Hyeonji dropped her purse into her lap, noting with some dismay that the smallish bag covered almost half of the minuscule skirt. Had she gone too far with the dress? She wanted to attract Hoseok, not revolt him. She'd had no idea he could be such a prude. He certainly wasn't around Tinashe. Good God, some of the gear that girl wore was downright disgusting.

Still...at least she did have his attention that was something. Pulling the seat belt out, she was in the process of buckling herself into place when Hoseok's hand shot out and gripped her chin she gasped when he wrenched her face around this way, then gasped again when his mouth was suddenly covering hers.

His lips pressed down hard, insistent in their demand for surrender she yielded more from shock than any immediate passion. Her lips fell apart again his tongue plunged deep into her mouth. Her whimpering moan seemed to snap him back to the reality pf his quite savage kiss, for his head whipped back abruptly, his eyes widening. She just stared at him, the back of her left hand coming up to cover her still stunned mouth.

He groaned and shook his head, clearly appalled at himself. "I'm sorry Hyeonji. I don't know what got into me." Hyeonji didn't believe him. He knew darned well why he'd done what he'd done. By adopting ignorance of his very male actions he was throwing the ball in her court. How she acted now would set the tone for the whole evening.

Her hand trembling slightly, she removed it from her mouth and reached out towards him, letting it come to a shaky rest against his cheek. She twisted and leaned towards him till her mouth was only inches away from his. "I'm not," she whispered, and made the momentous decision to close those inches.

His shock was even greater than hers had been. For a few excruciating moments his mouth froze under kiss. Hyeonji hesitated herself. Good God, if he wrenched his mouth away, what would she do? Impossible to laugh it off. She would utterly be crushed.

Don't be tentative, came the voice of desperation. Be bold! Be daring!

She lifted her mouth from his and smiled. "What's the matter, Hobi? Haven't you been kissed back by a girl before?"

He didn't say a word, just kept staring at her as if she were a stranger. Sighing, she dropped her hand away from his face and settled herself back in the passenger seat. If nothing else, she'd taken the initiative and salvaged her pride.

"It's not that," he growled as he fired the engine. "Let's be honest, Hyeonji. It's not me you really want to be kissing anyway is it? Look I won't say you're not a temptation, looking as you look tonight. But might I also remind you that I'm supposed to be getting back with my girlfriend tomorrow? I don't like complications in my life, and if I don't watch you might become a complication. So let's just keep our old status quo going, if you don't mind. We're good friends. Nothing more. I'm sorry I kissed you just now. I promise you it won't happen again."

Hyeonji bit her bottom lip and turned her face away to stare through the passenger window. Her immediate response to Hoseok's words was to sink back into herself and oblivion. Underneath, she'd expected failure, hadn't she? Game, set and match to Tinashe.

But is seemed her new appearance had imbued her with more confidence in herself that she would ever have believed. Or maybe it was everyone else's confidence in her. Whatever, her mind gradually turned more positive, clinging to the fact that Hoseok hadn't mentioned Tinashe as his first excuse for backing away. His initial withdrawal had been because he thought she didn't really want to be kissing him. He mistakenly thought he was just a substitute for Mr X.

Hyeonji's frustration was acute. She heartily wished she'd never invented Hoseok's mysterious alter ego. She toyed with telling Hoseok the truth during the tensely silent drive down to the event. That he was Mr X, that she was crazy about him and would do anything for him.

But by the time Hoseok turned into the club car park ten short minutes later she'd abandoned that idea. It smacked too much desperation and would send any man running the opposite direction. No, her mission tonight was to seduce Hoseok, not openly declare her undying devotion.

Tomorrow several hours away and she aimed to make the most of them. Now, what worked best for her this past week or so?

Jealousy...

Not over Mr X this time, she decided. Over some other man. Hyeonji hoped and prayed there would be a suitable candidate at this dinner tonight, and that he would find her as provocative as Hoseok had...

Chapter 09

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I Am Alive 🖊 (Bendy x reader)

Chapter 1 - "Go away!"

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Chapter 1 - "Go away!"

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"Mm?" I opened my eyes, looking around at where I was. I found myself sitting by a desk with a drawing of a cute creature, smiling back up at me. To the left of the desk there was a cardboard cutout of a full-body character, with a smiling face and a bow tie to top off his friendly look. I snorted and stood up, searching for anything hinting as to where I was. Eventually I found a note, crinkled and ink fading. I curiously picked it up and read it.

Dear Henry,

It seems like a lifetime since we worked on cartoons together. Thirty years really slips away, doesn't it?

If you're back in town, come visit the old workshop. There's something I need to show you.

Your best pal,

Joey Drew.

I furrowed my brow and pocketed the note. Apparently I wasn't the only one here, or maybe I was? It doesn't matter, all that does is the fact that I don't know this Henry person whatsoever. More importantly, I don't know who this Joey Drew is either. Could they be good? Bad? I don't know.

I looked around the area, determining within the first five seconds that this place was too creepy for my liking. Very little light came into this supposed workshop, and ink stains were everywhere. Not only that, but the color scheme wasn't very enticing. The only colors were brown and black, and a little bit of white every now and then. There were more cardboard cutouts of the creature I had seen before, which didn't help give me a reassuring feeling.

Nope, that's it. I have to leave, and I have to leave now. This is no time for games. I started to wander the building, hoping to find some sort of exit by the walls. Eventually I found a room with a wolf-looking creature, chest cut open and ribs exposed. It had no organs or a heart, which I found to be surprising. However, I still cringed when I saw the body of whatever this was meant to be.

I looked closely and saw that this wolf was tied to an operation table, hinting that some sort of experiment was in progress. I looked to the right and saw a quote, scrawled with something black. Ink, I assumed. My hand immediately flew to my heart when I saw what phrase was listed.

"Who's laughing now?"

I backed up and ran out of there as fast as I could. At this rate, I didn't care where I ended up, as long as I got away from that creepy quote. I eventually bumped into one of those cardboard creatures, creating a red bruise on my cheek. I stared at the creature in front of me, wondering why the cardboard didn't fall like anything else would. My fears started to rise even more, and I glanced up.

I saw multiple posters, ads of certain shows. The first that caught my eye was a printed body with a tutu, with the advertisement where the head should be. It read "Bendy in The Dancing Demon", giving me the assumption that the creature in front of me was called Bendy. I could tell because this body sported gloves and a bow tie, which nothing else I had seen had.

The second poster I saw said "Bendy in Sheep Songs, with Boris the wolf!" From here I could guess that the half-dissected wolf was called Boris. Boris the wolf held a clarinet, so I also predicted that he could play an instrument.

The third poster featured Alice Angel, a smiling girl with both devil horns and a halo. Beside it, there was one last poster, showing Bendy's gloved hand. Each poster had their own show title.

I gaped for a moment, before continuing on my way. At least I had a general idea of who the characters were, but then what was Boris's supposed body doing here? Cartoons aren't alive, they're drawn and put together in a quick-paced movie. It doesn't make sense.

I walked into another room and saw some sort of machine, with a note on the top. I snatched it and saw that this was titled the Ink Machine, along with instructions on how to turn it on. First I had to go to the Power Room and turn on the machine. I followed what the note told me and eventually found the Power Room, with six pedestals and a sign that said 'Low Pressure'. There was a caution sign above a switch, and a big ink stain on the ground.

Wondering what to do now, I consulted the instructions. I was told to find six items. I shrugged, then looked at the items I needed to gather.

I needed to find a cogwheel, a Bendy doll, 'The Illusion of Living' book, an ink bottle, a record, and a wrench. After this, I had to put the items on the pedestals, then go to the Projector Room to restore the ink flow. After I was done doing that, I had to return to the Power Room and flip the switch.

I rolled my eyes. My work was sure cut out for me. Oh well, better get started.

-o-+-o-

After I found all the items, I set them on the pedestals, wiping my hands on my jeans. The ink flecks stained my clothing rather than my hands and I let out a puff of air. I then regarded the note once more and head to the Projector Room. The projector was on, and displayed on the wall was a continuously crouching Bendy character. I smiled and rolled my eyes, then felt around the walls for a lever of any sort. Instead I found a button, which had one bold word shown.

Flow, in all caps.

I pressed the button and heard a whirring sound, shuddering at the new noise. I then walked back to the Power Room, walking up to the lever. I took a deep breath before flipping the switch, resulting in all the items on the pedestals conveniently disappearing.

Eyes wide, I thought about what to do next, and eventually decided on going back to check on Boris. I passed the ink machine and heard water-like sounds, but ignored it. I just assumed the Ink Machine was working again, nothing to be worried about.

I reached Boris's room and saw a sight that made me start freaking out again. Ink was squirting from where Boris's heart should be, and splattering on the floor. It never seemed to stop. I stared for a moment, then shook my head and walked out. I continued to wander the workshop, forgetting the main task at hand.

Well, until I saw the solution.

The exit door was down a long hallway, as if it were taunting me. My jaw dropped and I started bolting towards it at full speed, focusing only on my way out of this creepy place. It was a mistake to eliminate any other features of the area around me, for I fell down a trapdoor and scraped my legs.

"Ow!" I hissed, rubbing my knees. I looked up and saw an axe hanging from hooks on the wall. I stood up and ignored the stinging pain in my knees, then snatched the weapon from its holder. I weighted it in my hands and focused on some wooden boards in front of me. They were blocking another exit, which could or could not be beneficial.

I decided the axe would be useful and started to chop through the area, finding planks after planks. I continued at my work, clearing a path, until I came to a strange room. It had a pentagram on the ground, with small candles surrounding it. The lights were dim, and there were three coffins around the area. There were a few chairs, as if this would be a place to rest.

I tried approaching the satanic drawing, but when I did, the ground started to shake. When a piece of wood fell from the ceiling, I backed up, staring at the floor with eyes wide. When I was at a safe distance from the devil's circle the building stopped shaking, and I released a breath I never even knew I was holding.

Suddenly, I heard the sounds of soft, distant chuckles. I tried turning around, but something stopped me from moving.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" A voice asked, from the darkness. I turned my head so that I was looking over my right shoulder, face contorted with fear. I looked down and saw something black and sticky at my feet, looking fairly similar to...

Ink?

I started to struggle, hopelessly thinking that I might be able to get out of these restraints. The snickers just got louder as a figure emerged from the darkness.

"Go away!" I snapped, launching my axe into the gloom. Laughs followed the clumsy aim, and I guessed that I missed. No surprise either, as I didn't have a good structure to throw and I couldn't see the target in front of me. Either way, it was a feeble attempt.

The creature appeared from the darkness again, advancing on me faster than before.

I saw horns, a tail, and a pointed smile.

When the person lifted his head I knew exactly who it was.

Bendy, the cartoon devil.

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Hey guys, thanks for reading the first chapter of this book! The whole story is being edited on my Wattpad account, where my username is LovesitGirl. However, if you want to see more here, then I'll post sneak peeks and chapters as they come out!

Thank you all!

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A Flamboyant New Year

Epiphany Sunday

Matthew 2:1-12

January 6, 2019

We don't know all that much about the magi whose arrival at Jesus' bedside marks the day of Epiphany. The “magi” have been variously identified as “kings,” “wise men,” Zoroastrian priests, and astrological scholars. Matthew identifies them simply as “magos” or “magi”—recognized scholars who claimed to have special abilities to interpret dreams and predict futures. Most of what we “know” about these “magi” comes from tradition, not from the biblical texts. Matthew does not specify that there were only three. We assume there were three because of the three gifts that were presented to the baby Jesus. Any group of notable, treasure-toting authorities taking a long journey would certainly have been accompanied by an entourage of servants, guards, animals, and caretakers. The magi would have been traveling in quite an extensive caravan. And if these magi were, in fact, Zoroastrian priests, that means that some of these “wise men” might very well have been women, since women also served as priests in that tradition.

What Matthew’s text does tell us for certain is that these star-gazers had witnessed the rising of a new “star” (a supernova? a comet?) and had, as their tradition taught, associated this sighting with the birth of a new “king of the Jews.” This is a title, an identity, the child has been born with. It is not some political appointment in his future. Thus, the magi wish to welcome this “king” and pay him “homage” as soon as possible.

Although they were bearing treasures, the magi themselves were on a “treasure hunt,” seeking their king. When they found him, Matthew tells us they opened their treasure chests. The only treasure chest I ever got anything out of was at my dentist's office growing up. After each check-up, we could pick a trinket like a tooth shaped eraser or spiffy pencil. At the time I thought they were a lousy reward, given how no one likes going to the dentist. But it turns out, writing implements were actually appropriate things to stock a treasure chest with, because the Greek word for treasure chest is thesaurus! A thesaurus is a treasure chest of words, isn't it? I love that connection.

Anyway, the wise men opened their thesaurus and pulled out gifts fitting for Jesus, the Word of God. This was no ordinary baby shower! Gold was a gift given to kings, and they saw Jesus as the King of Kings. Incense was what believers, through the centuries, used in connection with their prayers to God. The rising smoke and the sweet smell are symbolic of how God hears and enjoys the fragrance of the prayers of his trusting ones. Thus, the gift of incense meant that the Wise Men saw Jesus as God! Lastly, myrrh was often used in powder form to sprinkle on corpses before burial in order to retard odor. Thus, the Wise Men’s gift of myrrh showed that they knew Jesus would, somehow, be dying for their sins and the sins of the world. What marvelous gifts of faith!

On the day of Epiphany, we celebrate the gifts of faith brought by the wise men. But every day we celebrate an even better gift. The greatest gift did not come out of the “treasure chests” that the magi brought to the baby Jesus. The greatest gift was the presence of Jesus in this world, for our sake, to save our sins, and for making it possible for us to reconnect in a right relationship with our God and Creator. The gifts of the magi were a promise of abundance to one child. The gift of Jesus the Christ was the promise of boundless riches for each and every child in the whole world.

The most well-known Epiphany hymn is "We Three Kings", which we sang at the start of our worship service. It was written in 1857 by John Henry Hopkins, Jr., who was the head of music at the Episcopal Seminary in New York City. He composed the hymn for a Christmas pageant at the seminary. I guess he wrote it because he couldn't find many other songs that talk about this important event! I have been thinking about the wise men, how they brought their gifts, not just to "shower" the newborn baby, but to WORSHIP him. They give us a really great model of faith for starting out a new year. They followed a star of wonder, which Christians are still following today. The Light of Christ. They brought incense and prayer and praise, encouraging future generations from all over the world to worship Jesus. The somehow new this king would be called upon to sacrifice, prompting them to behold him with even greater tenderness and honor. Is that how we see Jesus, too?

Since the time of the wise men, the light of Christ has been carried across the globe. Christians are still following that star of wonder, and opening their treasure chests of gifts to serve their king. Isn't that amazing? We are an Epiphany movement. We are Epiphany people. We are people who are following the star, following the light of Christ, to new places, so we can worship Jesus with the best gifts we have to offer.

And because we are always following that star, we know things will always be changing. In less than two months, delegates from around the world will gather for a special General Conference to hopefully find a “way forward”, putting an end to decades of debate and division over human sexuality. We don’t know what the outcome of that General Conference will be, but we do know something will change as a result. But what will not change is our desire to follow Jesus as closely and faithfully as possible.

This week I tapped in to a demographics tool our Conference gives us access to. I drew a circle around our church to see who’s here and what the predictions are about the future. Did you know that right now, within a 3 ½ mile radius of our church, there are 51,000 people in our “neighborhood”? Five years from now, the prediction is that there will be 54,000 people in that same circle around our church. Some of those new people will live right across the street, and according to the website for that apartment complex, will be moving in this year. We don’t know exactly who is coming, but we do know that things will change as a result. And we know we want to do the best we can to welcome them.

We are Epiphany people. Guided to Christ by a special light, and sent out in to the world by a special light. They say there is one prayer that God can never answer, and that is the prayer that things will stay the same. Things can not stay the same, because God is always doing a new thing, always enlivening people toward growth and change. This is a new year. We don’t know what it will hold. But we do know, it won’t be a year of everything staying the same!

So that makes me wonder. If we know this is going to be a year of change, what kind of attitude do I want to bring to that? Last week, my daughter Adrienne and I did a little after-Christmas bargain hunting. I was reminded again of how I always buy more if I go shopping with someone else! Anyway, as we were checking out at one store, the clerk wished me not just a happy new year, but a “flamboyant” new year! I was surprised and said I would have to give that some thought. Adrienne laughed and said how she didn’t think that would be possible for me, considering the fact that I wear tan pants almost every day, usually with a solid color top, often purchased at LL Bean. No one would look at my wardrobe and accuse me of being flamboyant!

But for some reason, the word stuck with me, and I started to think, why not have a flamboyant new year? It’s so much better than a boring new year. And for Christians, maybe we should be flamboyant. After all, we are Epiphany people. Wasn’t the star in the sky flamboyant?

When we got home, I looked up the word flamboyant in the dictionary. It means “strikingly bold or brilliant; showy.” Looking in the thesaurus, I was wowed by the list of synonyms for flamboyant, which include bombastic, brilliant, dazzling, and resplendent. I’m not saying we need to invest in some gold lame clothing. I’m not going to exchange my black clergy robe for a Liberace style outfit! I’m not talking about being flamboyant in outward appearance or actions. But what I can picture is God calling us to be so filled with the light of Christ, to follow the star so carefully, that we appear in our dark world as strikingly bold and brilliant. So filled with joy that we dazzle. So filled with hope that we are resplendent. So filled with love that we present a bombastic contrast to the hate in apathy in our world.

Today is Epiphany, which marks the end of the Christmas season in the church. Next week there will be no more poinsettias, no more nativity scene—everything will be "back to normal". But "back to normal" in the church is really pretty extraordinary if you think about it. It's been 2,000 years since Jesus was born, and people are still talking about him, and worshipping him, and believing in him. And not just Jewish people. Jesus came for ALL people! That truth is like a star that guides us every day. Toward what brilliance is God leading you? Toward what flamboyance is God leading us? Let’s not just have a happy new year. Let’s have an amazing, faith-filled, even flamboyant one. Amen.

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