#i've noticed it's harder for me to sit down to draw lately

[kissentz]

i'll never be enough

[redr0sewrites]

i love you most - Jason Todd x reader

🥀A/n: based on this, basically this is jason comforting u when ur having an anxiety attack

🥀Word Count: 1k

🥀Cw: anxiety, slight disassociation, angst to fluff, incredibly self indulgent

acknowledging that it was a chemical imbalance was one thing, but using it as an excuse was another. you knew you should have taken your medication, you knew you shouldn't have stayed up so late, and you knew that pushing yourself too far would make you anxious, and yet you did it anyway. blame and guilt wriggles its way deep into your chest, lodging itself like a stone in your stomach and refusing to let go of its chokehold on you.

a small part of your mind, that sounds suspiciously like your lovers voice, whispers that it's not your fault. that your valid and loved. but the louder, raging, violent anxiety drowns out that tiny voice, like a tumultuous storm engulfing a small boat.

the only sound within the darkness of yours and Jason's shared bedroom is your own ragged, heavy breathing. you bite down on your lip hard enough to draw blood, struggling to muffle your noises. it was bad enough that you had let yourself get anxious again, for no real reason at all, but it would be even worse if you woke up Jason. it was so rare that he got to sleep so comfortably besides you, and it wasn't fair to him.

it wasn't fair at all.

and yet, that didn't stop you from selfishly wanting him. attempting to self soothe, you start rocking in place, ignoring the tears welling in your eyes and the lump in your throat. you were barely aware of your nails digging into your scalp, fisting themselves into your hair as your breathing refuses to level out. tears of frustration slide down your cheeks, you hate this, you hate feeling this way. the anger only makes you cry harder, but at this point you can't even bring yourself to care.

your barely aware of rustling besides you, too engulfed in your own self depricating thoughts to notice Jason stirring.

"baby? you okay?" he murmurs, voice husky from sleep.

no. no no no no no. you weren't supposed to wake him, it was selfish, it was wrong, he was asleep and never got to rest and it wasn't fair-

"hey. hey, it's okay, its okay- fuck-" Jason sits up, immediately moving to place a comforting hand on your shoulder before stopping himself.

"can i touch you?" he whispers, and you nod fervently, collapsing against his chest with a soft sob as he wraps his arms around you. one hand rubs up and down your back while the other cups your face. your nails dig into his sides, pulling him impossibly close, but he doesn't even flinch.

"shh, shh, 's okay, i got you doll, i've got you. its okay." his words help soothe the raging storm in your head, but it isn't enough. guilt is still bubbling inside you, and you cry harder, sobs wrenching from deep within your chest.

"m sorry, 'm so sorry- hic- i can't-"

"shh, i know, it's okay. you don't have to be sorry, it's okay." his voice is calm and steady, like an anchor that weighs you down and keeps you steady. he continues rubbing your back, holding you as you rock back and forth, struggling to breathe. instead of digging into your own skin, Jason subtly makes sure your hands stay firm on his sides or back, where you couldn't do yourself any harm. its not long before you begin to level out, and Jason, as attuned as ever, notices as well.

"i need you to breathe for me, is that okay?" you nod, and he grabs one of your hands, and places it on his chest. "just breathe at the same time as me. it's going to be okay, i promise." you nod numbly, listening to his instructions without a second thought. you shake and threaten to burst into tears as your breathing refuses to regulate, but you swallow hard, refusing to succumb to the anxiety once again.

you hiccup a little as you begin to get more grounded. you've exhausted yourself, and you slump against Jason out of pure and utter fatigue. your breathing matches him almost perfectly, and you can hear his heart beat rhythmically in your ear.

"i'm so sorry for waking you," you whisper, voice cracking slightly as you speak. "i tried to stop it, i really did, im sorry-" Jason cuts you off by wrapping his arms even tighter around you, nestling you into the crook of his neck and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"don't apologize. i want you to wake me up, i promise. i would much rather have you wake me up so i can help you than leave you to suffer in silence..." he trails off, and you sigh.

"m sorry."

"s'ok. i get it. you should go to sleep," he accentuates his words with another kiss on the crown of your head, squeezing you impossibly tighter. "you look exhausted."

Jason lays down on his chest, pulling you with him so that your laying on top of him. you're quick to snuggle in close as sleep sounds very nice at the moment, and with your anxiety mostly gone, exhaustion had appeared in its wake. Jason rubs your back absentmindedly as you begin to drift. your eyes are burning from all the crying, and you soon find yourself much less than conscious.

just as sleep begins to claim you, Jason speaks in a low rumble.

"i love you, doll. i hope you know that."

mustering up all of the strength you have left, you giggle softly. "i love you more," you whisper, inhaling his comforting scent.

"not possible. i love you most."

un proof read and un checked because um. yea. based on a real life scenario except there was no Jason and i made up with this mini fic idea in my head instead of actually coping lmao. i tried to keep the cause of the anxiety very ambiguous to appeal to readers, but overall this was definitely very self indulgent and based on my own personal experiences w anxiety. anyways!!!! hope u enjoyed, MY 2K EVENT REQS ARE DEFINITELY STILM OPEN I NEED MOREEE HEHE

[fishsticksloser]

Can I request

Hobie x fem reader

The reader tries to keep Hobie a secret from her toxic family but Hobie ended up meeting them.

Thank you ❤️

Family Business

Hobie x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, toxic family, angst, Hobit is a flirty bastard..., a bit of insecurity, Hobie tries to help you rebel cause that's what he does..., Mr. Hobart Brown is now a life coach...

A/N: I'm with you on this one, I wouldn't want him to meet some of my family. This became a lot longer than anticipated...

Sometimes it was a little exhausting keeping Hobie from your family. You tried not to be around your family at all, but sometimes it was unavoidable.

"Hey, Hobie?" You walk into the kitchen where Hobie was making lunch. You wring your hands anxiously. "My family is coming over so... Could you not be in the apartment tomorrow? I'm sorry its such late notice..."

"Oh?" He questions, turning to face you. "What's the occasion?" A wide grin pulling at his lip, eyes sparkling. He's never met your family, he finds himself intrigued by them though. Are they really that bad? "Sure. I'll find something to do." Hobie shrugs, it must be important if you're asking him to leave.

"They just decided they wanted to pop in. I just found out and they'll be here tomorrow afternoon." You sigh, a bit relieved that he was so understanding. "I'm really sorry."

"It's no big deal." Hobie reassures you with a smile. "Do they give you trouble or something?" He raises an eyebrow, concerned.

"Ah, well, yes..." You shrug lightly. "Mostly if they saw you, it'd be a whole thing." You make 'blow up' gestures.

"Oh, like a 'No Boys, Ever!' kina thing?" He asks, a bit of sarcasm in his tone. He chuckles a little, glancing down at you.

"No. No." You shake your head and frown slightly. "More of a 'why are you with this gorgeous man, you must be paying him' kinda thing and then it'll blow up, and..."

"Are you saying I'm too good looking for you?" Hobie queries, nudging your shoulder.

"You were a runway model, so yeah."

"Hey, I had to pay my rent somehow. They'll be up in your business about it, huh? I can handle that. No need for me to leave unless it'll make things harder for you."

"Believe me, once they see you and start asking questions, you'll wish you hadn't stayed."

"You can't be serious... They're not that shallow and superficial, are they?"

"Dead serious."

"Do you usually let them pressure you into doing things their way? Because if so, I think this is the perfect time for you to draw a hard line and not bend to their will. It could be good for you."

"I don't follow their rules anymore since I don't live with them, but if they knew that..."

"Would they disown you?"

"No. They'd keep me from seeing the family I actually do want to be around. If they knew about you, well... Are you prepared for them to accuse you of being in it for money? For only being here because I'm paying you?"

The words hit Hobie like a slap to the face, his eyes go wide as he absorbs what you've said. That's their first reaction? Why? What kind of family would ever consider saying something like that?

"So what... They think you're alone...? Single and celibate?"

"Uh... Yeah, yep." You confirm.

He's at a loss for words. This is... absurd. There are no words to describe how Hobie feels right now. How he feels about your parents, the situation you're in.

"You're family is f-" He starts, but quickly corrects himself. "Insane."

"Say it with your chest." Encouraging him to say whatever he wants.

He doesn't want to upset you, but this... this doesn't sit right with him. "Your parents are fucking crazy." He utters, glaring at the ceiling. His anger only seems to grow. "How could someone like you come from that? Who do they think they are controlling you? Dictating who you date, who you sleep with, if you can live your like freely? Have you ever thought about cutting them out of your life?"

"Pure luck?" You jest, trying to cheer him up with a joke to his first question. "I've thought about cutting them off, but that'll cut ties with family I do want to see."

Hobie snorts at your little joke, but he loses the small smile as you continued. "Still. You shouldn't have to do that. I mean, do you let them dictate the rest of your life? The way you look, they way you act, who you love?"

"Considering you're here... Absolutely not, but under no circumstances am I putting you in their line of fire." You answer quickly, shaking your head slightly.

"I can handle it." He replies with a shrug. He says that, but you know the thought of being in front of your family makes him uncomfortable. He was ready to do it for you though. That alone speaks volumes about how far he'd go to help you. "Your family can't keep getting away with controlling your life like this... What are you going to do? Just let them push you around for the rest of your life? Let them manipulate you into doing whatever they want?"

"What will pushing back accomplish? It'll cut me off from family."

"How is doing nothing better? You're just letting them walk all over you and control you like a puppet! Don't you want your life back?"

"It's not that simple."

"Life is never easy. Some people are luck, but others - like us- are born into difficult circumstances. But that doesn't mean we have to let the hardships stop us from living. Maybe it's not simple. Maybe it means making difficult decisions, taking a stand, or fighting for what we want. But we can do that - we have to."

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It'd been a month or so since that night, but you'd blocked your parents on everything. Now you felt more comfortable sharing your personal life, and Hobie. You had fought like hell to get to this point, but you did it. It was one hell of a victory to win and you celebrated.

At first you took your freedom for granted, maybe you still do. No matter what, you knew there was no going back. You were free and planned to stay that way.

You wandered together beneath the hot London sun, through the concessions during a Spider-Man festival, you found it a bit humorous since the man behind the mask was holding your hand. Hobie's mood is contagious, you find yourself smiling as well. How could you not? Everything is so energetic, everyone is so excited and in good spirits, ready to have a good time.

"Do you ever feel weird about all this?" You ask as you weave through the throngs of people. "People throwing festivals and stuff in your honor but having no clue it's you?"

"Honestly?" He answers with a soft laugh. "Sometimes, yeah. I never really get used to it. People are obsessed with Spider-Man, so when they start acting like complete geeks over him, it makes me feel like I'm in the Twilight Zone or something. I'd never complain about it though." He wraps his arms around your shoulders, pulling your back against his chest as you stand in line. "Especially if it means seeing you smile like this..."

"Cheesy bastard..." You huff playfully, wrapping your hands around his forearms.

"Damn right I am." He cackles, pulling you closer. "Admit it! You love my lame puns and bad one-liners. You can't get enough of them!" He dips his head down and kisses you, lingering for a moment. He's not done flattering you though. "See? You're addicted to me..."

You laugh, opening your mouth to start denying everything. "Y/N?" You hear a familiar voice call and you freeze. Hobie pulls his head back, immediately picking up on your discomfort. He pulls you impossibly closer, searching for the source of your anxiety. He finally spots it. A stranger, well to him at least.

"Do you know her?" He whispers, still holding you close.

"That's my mom..." You mumble. You turn away from her, hoping she didn't see you.

"What do you think she wants?" He asks in a rushed whisper. "How do we deal with this?"

"I wish you could turn invisible..." You mutter, trying to think of something.

Before Hobie even has a chance to think of a response, your mom is right in front of you. "Y/N!" She cries, pulling you out of Hobie's grasp and into a big hug. "You're so skinny! You're not eating enough, that explains why we haven't heard from you in weeks!" Her eyes flicker over to Hobie as she lets go. "Who the hell are you?"

"This is Hobie... My... um..." You try, but Hobie doesn't like labels. There's no word to really describe your relationship.

Hobie immediately picks up on your issue, his eyes narrowing in contemplation. "We're together. An item..." He answers, a bit hesitant but firm.

"An item? You can't even tell me what your relationship actually is?" Your mom asks, smiling almost smugly. "So... She's paying you?"

"Paying me?" Hobie grits, looking at you before shooting your mother a glare. He's livid, grabbing your waist and pulling you back against him. He can't believe she'd say something so underhanded and insidious.

"Oh please." Your mother rolls her eyes. "Like you'd ever go for someone like my daughter without some sort of payment."

Hobie's anger nearly boils over; he's ready to get in your mother's face and start screaming. Instead, he takes a deep breath and speaks calmly, his voice dripping with sarcasm and spite. "What do you want from us, lady? An apology? An explanation? Because I'm not apologizing for loving your daughter and I don't owe you a damn thing."

"Loving my daughter?" Your mom laughs snidely. "Look at her. You could have anyone and you 'picked' her?"

Hobie's anger gives way to confusion as your mother's cruel words register. How could someone be so heartless? Who says something like that about their own child? As though you were some sort of object - an object that isn't worth any sort of love. "You have no idea what you're talking about so why don't you keep your mouth shut?"

"Excuse me?" Your mom glares daggers at Hobie.

"Did I stutter? Is your hearing okay?" Hobie snaps, his tone venomous. His jaw clenched with anger, he doesn't care what your mother thinks of him. He wants nothing more than to tear her apart, but he holds himself back. Refusing to stoop to her level.

Your mother huffs angrily and stomps away, you finally relax against Hobie's chest. "You didn't have to do that..."

"Yes, I did." He replies, frowning. He can still feel the residual anger and hatred radiating from him. "I'd do it a hundred times over if it meant protecting you. No one - and I mean no one - is going to talk to you that way while I'm alive. No one."

You turn in his arms, wrapping your own around his waist in a tight hug, hoping to relieve some of his anger. Hobie immediately accepts, pulling you closer. For a moment all he can do is hold you, breathing in the sweet smell of your hair. His grip tightens around you, his anger fading away. He rests his head against your head, eyes closing as he keep ahold of you.

"Did you mean what you said?" You mumble into his chest, your voice slightly muffled.

He goes still, pondering your question. "Of course I did. Why wouldn't I?" His voice is calm and soft. "It's the truth. I won't let anyone treat you that way." Hobie kisses the top of your head, his voice filled with determination.

"Not that." You laugh, shaking your head. "You said you 'wouldn't apologize for loving me...' Did you mean it?"

"Oh. That." He pauses for a moment. "Um... Yeah. I meant it."

"That's good." You nod thoughtfully. Hobie seems a bit anxious, waiting for you to reciprocate. "I love you too."

After a few seconds, a smile breaks out on his face. He leans down and presses his lips to yours - a gentle show of affection.

[areyoudreaminof]

Golden Hour: An Elucien Week Playlist

It's all come to this. To say I've been waiting on pins and needles for @elucienweekofficial is the biggest understatement. I spent months curating every song, beat, and lyric to best represent Elucien for Day 1: Mates.

SJM said that Elain was the person that she and Lucien didn't see coming, and that they would find "tension, growth, and healing," together. How great of a love story will that be? So for this playlist, I structured the 20 tracks around that narrative. Side A is the tension and Side B is healing and growth. Listen to it here! And come with me behind the cut for the lyrics. I hope this playlist inspires all of you to write, draw, create, and just jam.

Just Pretend-Bad Omens:

I know the pain That you hide behind the smile on your face And not a day Goes by where I don't think I feel the same So will you wait me out Or will you drown me out? I can wait for you at the bottom I can stay away if you want me to I can wait for years if I gotta Heaven knows I ain't getting over you

S P A C E-Amber Marks:

I know, it is hard to comprehend Why won’t, you let me be in my head? Alone, I need to be So don’t, straight up come walking in I tried, to warn you many times Now I, don’t want to start a fight But I, can’t go on this way So why, won’t you just give me some time?

Sunflower-Tamino :

Oh baby, don’t you notice me? Notice me, so ready to lose everything Everything for your love Every day I’m getting closer to you But you never answer my song I know love does not come easy Oh there must be someone who hears me

I Wanna Be Yours-Arctic Monkeys:

Let me be the portable heater That you'll get cold without I wanna be your setting lotion (Wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean I wanna be yours Secrets I have held in my heart Are harder to hide than I thought Maybe I just wanna be yours

2AM-Foals:

It's 2am and I've gone and lost my friends But I can't sleep alone again No, I can't sleep alone, I just wanna go home And it's 2am again And all these years, I've been running from my fears But I can't sleep alone again And all my life, I've been looking for a light That I can't reignite again

It’s the nights When I keep you in my mind That I hoped that I'd be fine But I've started showing signs Of another late night Of another night time Oh, I hoped that you'd be mine

Old Stone-Laura Marling

Old stone Ten thousand years and you're still on your own Don't you love, don't you love me that way? And if you swear that you're alright I'm not gonna try and change your mind Because the same night I dream that I lose you I'll fall in love Oh, honey don't let me walk away from this If I'm trying to fuck up my own life Then until I figure out why I think it's best you keep your distance Lest I fall in love

1957-Milo Greene

The scent you wear moves in lines from your apartment into mine, You act like you don't know me My god you tempt my anxious mind, Takes me away, takes me away, takes me away

Shut Up, Kiss Me-Angel Olsen I could make it all disappear You could feed me all of your fears We could end all this pain right here We could rewind all of those tears I could take it down to the floor You don't have to feel it anymore A love so real that it can't be ignored It's all over, baby blue, I'm still yours

Spanish Sahara-Foals

Forget the horror here Leave it all down here It's future rust and it's future dust I'm the fury in your head I'm the fury in your bed I'm the ghost in the back of your head 'Cause I am

Waiting for You-The Aces

And I hope you know that I want you I've been sitting here waiting I've been waiting for you I've sent out invitations It's getting frustrating waiting for you I think you know, I'm waiting for you I'll take your hand and kiss your fingers So you don't have to break the ice No need for chill, just lose your filter I'm ready to dive in Melt the ice and just swim

Worship-Years and Years

Wanna be here tonight Wanna hide in your light Wanna cover my eyes I feel you reflecting me I worship all that you see

Just tell me how I can prove I'm the one for your fire And I'll take you higher I'll do it for you And you can worship me too

My My My! Troye Sivyan

Now, let's stop running from love Running from love Let's stop, my baby Let's stop running from us Let's stop, my baby Oh my, my, my I die every night with you Oh my, my, my Living for your every move

Butterflies-Kacey Musgraves

Kiss full of color makes me wonder where you've always been I was hiding in doubt 'til you brought me out of my chrysalis And I came out new All because of you

And now, you're lifting me up 'stead of holding me down Stealing my heart 'stead of stealing my crown Untangled all the strings 'round my wings that were tied I didn't know him and I didn't know me Cloud Nine was always out of reach Now, I remember what it feels like to fly

Cutty Love-Milo Greene

Time can over-complicate But darling I refuse to wait There's no way of planning For the fall All your paths will fade away Questions read by years in pain I can be the answer to it all

Even if your heart stops I'll be there to hold you up Even as the world turns I'll be there to watch the fire burn Burn us both alive

The Lamb You Lost-Jesca Hoop & Sam Beam

There is music in the sea And we swim into the sound Far adrift like I am free When your voice turns me around

Any heart could burst its shell Love is made for broken things Bring your hands to know me well Know my heart for what it sings

Moon in a tidal lock And I am born to love you

If It Feels Good, Then It Must Be-Leon Bridges

More than I choose to, I’m falling in love, And love I ain’t used to You give me that stuff No, I can’t refuse you You and I in the light, it’s alright Say you will, say you might If this is wrong, then nothing’s right See yourself like I do Oh, tonight looks good on you

Sunlight-Hozier

All the tales the same Told before and told again A soul that’s born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and a burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, my sunlight

Dog Years-Maggie Rogers

I spend my time daydreaming As sure as the sea It's just you and me Oh, and I'm the one that loves you

Come what may I'll still stay Inside your mind For all of time

Made to Love-John Legend

Oooh, I've never seen anything It's much more than you and me Extraordinary machine I was sent here for you We were made to love You were sent for me too We were made to love

Golden Hour-Kacey Musgraves

Baby, don't you know? That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You've set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright I used to get sad And lonely when the sun went down But it's different now 'Cause I love the light that I've found In you

I would not be here, writing or making playlists, were it not for Elucien. More importantly, were it not for Elucien, I wouldn't have met all of the wonderful people I now get to call my friends.

@acowarelucien @asnowfern @andrigyn @bookofmirth @bagelfyre @cursebrkr @c-e-d-dreamer @carmasi @damedechance @foundress0fnothing @iftheshoef1tz @melting-houses-of-gold @iheartfjords @krem-has-a-mess @kingofsummer93 @acourtdelaluna @lovingelucien @ofduskanddreams @mossytrashcan @octobers-veryown @panicatthenightcourt @reverie-tales @spell-cleavers @separatist-apologist @stickyelectrons @sunshinebingo @thelovelymadone @the-lonelybarricade @tuzna-pesma-snova @vulpes-fennec @velidewrites @wittyrejoinder @wilde-knight @yazthebookish @ineffable-resplendence @sideralwriting @ablogofbipanic @acourtdelaluna @foreverinelysian @filthyglamdoll @thesistersarcheron @ultadverb, @bellatrixship @potatocolada, @bennylavasbuns @lady-yenn @millameazza @acourtofthought

[icedkestrel]

Swim

A/N: Hey guys, I've noticed a lack of Zimo smut so I wrote some myself. It's not beta read or edited because my editing app broke so it's probably kinda bad. Title from that Chase Atlantic song

Posted on AO3 as well: Swim

I think letting that man help me with my stance at gun range that one time was the best decision I've ever made. We've had ups and downs but Zimo, my Zhiqiang has helped me become a better person for it.

The stress and trauma that comes from this job in Specgru leaves Zhiqiang with a lowered libido and the combination with insomnia leaves me writhing in my skin for more every long night. Everything about him, those starry night eyes, that dragon tattoo on his back and those little glimpses I get if he wears grey sweatpants, everything drives me insane and honestly maybe makes me a bit of a pick me girl to my own boyfriend.

Maybe the universe had heard my anguish or maybe she was just being nice tonight but I had noticed the signs. A day of sun in the midst of a barren February, a break from missions, the shine in Zhiqiang’s eyes when he stares.

He does that a lot, stare I mean. He stares at his friends while they talk, at supervisors when they walk by and at me when I do anything. Lately though, his stares have grown suggestive in nature, fleeting down to private areas and drawing my own gaze to unsavoury areas. Of course anyone who looked for more than 3 seconds could understand exactly what he wanted. Roach ended up teasing me for an entire afternoon once.

That’s how I ended in this position. I am leaning heavily against Zhiqiang as I straddle his lap. His hand runs across my back and down my spine in a comforting manner as he keeps me lifted with my cunt directly over his red hard cock.

“Your first time, we’ll do this slowly, Ok? Nice and slow.”

He slowly pushed me down by the hand on my back while pulling me off of him slightly to gain access to my flushed sweaty face. There was a sudden stretch as I tried to accommodate the cock now breaching me and I made sure to let him know of the pain by trying and failing to grip his buzzed hair.

“Awwww poor little soldier.”

However, he continued to push me down against the blunt head of his cock. Almost unbearable, the pain continued as he bottomed out inside of me and stilled for a second. To distract me, Zhiqiang leaned forward and took me in a gentle kiss then swallowed my pathetic whimper as he rubbed his finger over my clit just right.

Pleasure blossomed throughout my whole body and nulled the pain from the stretch to fit him in. More moans fell out from my lips as he flicked my clit in a way that had me believing he could have been a fertility god. Suddenly he grabbed the flesh of my hips and pushed me up again, finally properly fucking me. My legs shake as his cock hits every sensitive spot deep inside of me and sends waves of pleasure that leave me breathless and soundless.

I squeak and wrap my arms around the man in front of me for stability. Zhiqiang let out a little raspy laugh that permeated straight to my chest and kissed me on the cheek.

“Feels good, right?”

“Mmm hmm” I mumbled into his shoulder and kissed his neck as I felt him continue to fuck up into me. The familiar knot in my lower stomach begins to grow and I move my hips up and down slightly in a rhythm like Zhiqiang. A growl escaped with his lips and I could feel him twitch inside of me. Still with care, he starts to thrust into me harder and suddenly the knot snaps. I grip Zhiqiang’s shoulders and scream silently while my eyes roll back into my head from the sheer overwhelming pleasure flooding my body. As tears prick my waterline, I could feel Zhiqiang hold my hips down and fill up the condom placed around his cock. He slips out of me and smiles at me again, petting my hair like a cat.

While he takes off the condom and throws it out in the small garbage can, I slowly sit up and stretch out my limbs as I regain feeling in them. My boyfriend walks back over to me and helps me up by my armpits so that we could go to the bathroom to shower. Of course I ended up groping him at least once.

Afterwards we cuddled like we had many times before. On top of him with my head in his neck, his arms around me and calm conversation filling the space between us. We fit together like puzzle pieces and it didn't take long for me to fall asleep. He took a little longer due to his insomnia but in the end he ended up sleeping, holding me like a teddy bear.

[artemisrogers]

Stone Cold Crazy Lars Ulrich x OC (age gap, food, Vanilla play and Load/Reload era)

Diamond Newsted doesn't know how to express the feelings she has for Lars. When she ends up seeing Lars kissing Kirk she shuts herself in, but little does Diamond realize the truth gets revealed.

I couldn't be any more uncomfortable with everything right now. My social anxiety was high and I fiddled with my fingers. I was sitting next to James and across from Kirk at the restaurant, while Lars was at the end of the table in the booth in a chair. Dad sat next to Kirk and everyone was talking to each other. It was a few hours after the concert so the energy was still high. I mixed my drink again for the fifth time in the past 30 mins I've been in here!

Of course I had to distract myself from the fact that Lars was here. I really liked Lars but of course I'm too much of a scary cat to tell him or anyone that, not even Dad. Dad shot me a look asking with his eyes if I'm ok? I gave him a soft smile and felt my stomach drop when I heard Lars' cute laugh, at some corny joke Kirk made. I just wanted to eat and get out of here at this point, as I let my hair fall in my face to hide my blush. One day I'll confess.

After a late dinner and a few drinks we finally took the bus back home. I was about to sit in my seat when I looked back at Lars. I saw what I was hoping wouldn't happen, as Kirk kissed Lars once right on his pink lips. Sitting down a little too hard I winced in pain as I felt my tailbone hit the plastic on the seat. James shot me a look of confusion at my actions.

Great.

Lars kissed Kirk. Kirk! I felt an emotion that I didn't think existed as I glared daggers out the window. I didn't want him to be with Kirk, Lars was supposed to be my man! My little Dainish man, but no I had to keep my mouth shut like a bitch. Once we got home I went upstairs a little bit too fast hoping no one noticed. I closed my door and cursed when I heard it slam shut. Shit, I just had to draw attention to myself and let people know I'm hurt and jealous.

Listening for any signs of people coming twoaefs my room. I decided to go to my dresser and open the one drawer I had, specifically for if I was stressed, in a bad mood, or just hungry. Sometimes I either don't or forget to eat. I took out my can of wip cream and a thing of tapioca pudding. I sat back on my bed and enjoyed my little treat shaking the can of wip cream and squeezing the fluffy food on the pudding. I know that Dad and everyone knows I have snack and shit like that in my room, but I still feel self conscious about it.

A soft sigh escaped my mouth as I had my dessert. About fifteen minutes go by and I'm on my third pudding so I know I'm stressed out like a cat and a vacuum cleaner. I almost dropped my spoon and empty pudding cup when, I heard a knock on my door. Quickly shoving the closed wip cream under my blankets and tossing the spoon and cups in my bin to kick under my bed. I gave whoever it was permission to come in.

I swallowed softly as Lars Opened my door. I could never get over how handsome he was! Those blue eyes always full of emotions and thoughts. Perfect lips that I crave to taste. I pulled myself back to reality as to not give him any hints of how much I wanted him in that moment. I felt the jealousy hit me like a freight train and almost said something.

"Hey Diamond you have a couple of minutes?"

"Y-yeah what's up?" I stuttered.

"Well it's kinda important. I know it's kinda gonna sound crazy and shit, but I can't ignore how I feel around you anymore." He said running his fingers through his hair nervously his cheeks turning a bright pink. It dawned on me that he was confessing his feelings for me. Right to my face!

"You l-like me?!"

"Yes Diamond, a lot more than you think. I can't stop staring at you, it's like your a magnet towards me. Pulling me in and falling harder for you." Lars said smiling sheepishly.

That's when my intrusive thought kicked in and I leaned in and kissed his cheek. Quickly pulling away I blushed red as a tomato. Lars' eyes widened for a sec then he softly chuckled at my kiss. What I didn't expect was for him to get up and close the door quietly, nevermind locking it as well. I looked down my heart beating fast as a rabbit. I felt him sit back on the bed and grab my chin making me look up at him.

"Look at me darling, I know what's going on behind those beautiful eyes of yours. I'm more than willing to do that if you're comfortable with that."

I couldn't believe what he just offered to me. My hips shifted as I scooted a little bit to him. Completely forgotten about the wip cream can I jump. Lars caught a glimpse of the lump under my comforter and smirked. Fuck even his smirk was hot! I felt myself clench my thighs as I bit my lip.

"Hiding something I should know about?"

"Just um...a wip cream can." I said my voice cracking softly.

Lars laughed softly at my little display as he pulled back the sheets and grabbed the can. My eyes watched curiously at his movements. Lars grabbed my left arm and pulled up my sleeve of my shirt, exposing my forearm to him. He sprayed a little line of whip cream on my forearm and leaned down to slowly lick it off me. I gasped softly feeling his warm tongue slide up my forearm.

"You like that lille blomst?" Lars said speaking dainish.

Little flower.

I nodded my words stuck in my throat. He took that as a yes from me and tiled my head and pushed my hair back so my neck was exposed to him. I licked my dry lips my breath shallow. Again he put some on my neck and began to suck my neck this time. A moan escaped me, my nipples hardened under my top. Lars pulled away and traced the mark he made on my neck.

"So fucking responsive to me. I have a feeling you like it rough."

"I'm not sure. I-im still new to all of this." I confessed. Lars' eyes showed me that he understood what I meant.

"You're a virgin? Or you never had experience with a Dom before?"

"I'm not a virgin. I just never been with someone this kinky before."

"Ah I understand, well how about this? We'll start vanilla for the first time, then work up to rough sex in the future ja?" Lars said as his hand ran down my chest.

I nodded and feeling bold took the whipped cream can from him. I looked in his eyes as if asking permission to even look at him. Lars chuckled and held out his arm. I sprayed some on like he did and licked it off his forearm, causing a soft moan to come out of him. I felt him pull me into his lap as I straddled his hips. He leaned in and kissed me deeply his tounge seeking entrance in my mouth.

His taste is just as good as I imagined it would be! Sweet from the whip cream with a hint of whiskey from earlier. I felt his hands go under my shirt and run down my spine. I felt the heat of my pussy and pulse of my clit, causing me to moan softly against his neck. Lars growled softly in my ear as he unclasped my bra underneath my shirt.

"Such a good girl. Let me take care of you tonight." Lars said as he pulled out my white strapless bra.

A soft moan left my lips again when I felt my hard nipples, stick up after being covered up. I need to feel him inside me. Lars grinded his hips against me eliciting a whimper when I felt, his erection. Lars said something to me in Dainish again. I loved hearing him speak his native tongue.

"I need you Lars."

"I need you too lille blomst." Lars said his voice was rough with need.

Sitting me back on the bed he stripped down to his boxers, giving me a good view of his body. I wanted to touch and explore him so badly that, I made grabby hands like a child with their parents. I heard Lars make a clicking noise wagging his finger at me. I let out a whiny noise at his denying, I knew he was teasing me trying to get me riled up.

"Strip."

"Y-yes sir." I said as I pulled off my top and bottoms leaving my damp pink panties on.

I heard him hiss softly as his eyes raked my body. I'm not much to look at with my small breasts and kinda fat but still flat tummy. I whimpered his name loudly as he grabbed both my breasts, squeezing and running his rough fingers over my nipples. I was practically soaked in my panties as he kissed and nipped my skin.

"Fuck your gorgeous lille blomst. I can't wait to taste you."

"hah ngh Lars."

"Aw so needy! Just the way I like my submissives." He teased slowly pulling my panties off exposing my wet pussy.

He groaned his breath hot against my cunt. I wanted to see what was under his boxers.

I put my hands on his back, his skin soft and warm. I moaned his name loudly when I felt his tongue plunge into my cunt's wetness. In and out he lapped up my juices, making me make all kinds of sounds I didn't think would come out of me. I hoped that no one could hear us. My nails dug into his back and I moaned his name as I came hard.

"Mmm you taste so good when you cum baby. I can't wait any longer."

Lars sat up and pulled his boxers down his hard cock standing at the ready. Fuck he's big! I clenched my thighs again my breathing in short gasps. Lars gently grabbed my ankles and spread my legs open wide. I whimpered my clit swollen and my pussy glistened. I heard him groan in the back of his throat.

"Such a pretty pussy. Don't worry I'll be gentle Lillie blomst." Lars said as he got in-between my legs and pushed inside me slowly.

I moaned as I adjusted to his size and girth. Once I was comfortable he slowly thrusts his hips hitting my g-spit every time. I finally was having sex with him, my danish boy. I gripped his shoulders trying to push him deeper in only to, feel him gripped my hips tightly. He thrusted faster still gentle with me and his soft grunts and my sounds filled my room.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum baby. Gonna cum. Ohh fuck!" Lars moaned as he let out a grunt as I felt his dick pulsing inside me.

As he filled me up both of us heard a knock at the door making me panic. Lars shushed me thrusting once finishing emptying his load inside me. I heard the door open and Kirk swearing. I tried not to breath and Lars kissed my neck helping me relax.

"Jesus Christ Lars! Y'all know what a lock is?!"

"Aw shucks maybe I forgot."

"You know what nevermind I'll talk to you later." Kirk said mumbling under his breath as he closed the door. Both of us softly laughed as he pulled his softening cock out of me. I was happy that this happened to me. I felt Lars kissing my lips as I kissed him back.

"You want to go for round two?"

"Y-yes please!"

[gnomeskillet]

Alright, since @augmentedhuman posted some Bloodweave art, I'm upholding my end of the deal and posting some of my writing.

The context is that it's a loosely modern AU based on Duran Duran's Save a Prayer because it has SUCH VIBES. At some point I would like this to be a full fic, but for now, this is what I have written

In the evenings, Gale liked to sit by the window looking out over the street while he graded papers. It had the best view of the sun as it sank behind the towering silhouettes of the city, the sky fading from blue to pink to purple as the buildings threw shadows over the rooftops. Tara liked it when he sat there too, the gregarious calico settling in his lap to watch the birds that perched on the windowsill. 

Lately there was another reason why he liked sitting in that window. A tall, pale man wearing a leather jacket had taken to lingering by the corner. Sometimes other people came by to talk to him, exchanging a few words and flirtatious smiles before he led them off into the night. Sometimes, he'd pull out his phone and grimace, sliding his tongue over his teeth before stuffing his hands in his pockets and sulking off into the night. The rest of the time, he just kind of stood there smoking a cigarette and looking like he was waiting for something.

Normally, Gale didn't pay that much attention to the people who passed by his third story window, but one night he happened to spare a glance down at the street and found piercing red eyes looking back at him. He'd waved awkwardly, unsure he was even the focus of the man's gaze, and he thought he got a smile in return, but he couldn't be sure. Now Gale found the man's presence magnetic, his eye drawn towards the street with a distracting frequency, hoping against hope to catch the man's eye one more time.

Gale often wondered who he was and what he was doing standing there all night long. Though he knew he could always go down and strike up a conversation, part of him balked at the prospect. After all, what was he to say? 

"Hello, I live in the apartment across the street and I've noticed you around. You're so handsome and mysterious, would you like to get coffee with me sometime?"

Well, it probably wasn't the worst pick up line the man had ever heard and it wasn't as though Gale was without his charms. It just never seemed to be the right moment.

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Astarion muttered to himself as he leaned back against the brick wall, hands stuffed into the pockets of his well worn skinny jeans. Petras had started edging in on his territory despite his repeated warnings. With the introduction of the Steel Watch, it was getting harder and harder to pick up victims for Cazador, and so the siblings were starting to bump into each other, causing rising tension and flaring tempers back at the coven. Astarion had started spending less and less time at home, braving sun as it began to sink beneath the city's horizon and the buildings began to cast long shadows over the streets.

Absent-mindedly, he glanced up at the window where the man with the cat liked to sit. He was usually wearing some flavor of robe that draped loosely over his shoulders and fell open at the chest, showing off just enough to make Astarion smirk. Every now and then, light from the sinking sun or a passing car would reflect off the lone earring dangling near the top of his jaw. It was that earring that had caught his eye in the first place, that little flash drawing his attention up from the street to the third story window.

If Astarion was being honest with himself, that man was the reason he was so protective of his territory. He didn't know anything about the man other than the fact that he had a cat, he spent his evenings drinking wine and reading, and that according to the apartment directory, his name was G. Dekarios. That was it. Sure, there were plenty of ways Astarion could find out more about him if he wanted, but the mystery was what made the man so enticing. He was like a beautiful bird tucked away in a cage that Astarion could admire while he worked and fantasize about when nights were slow.

What did he smell like, and how soft was his hair? What would he sound like if he was laid out on his back while Astarion pinned him down and sunk his teeth into his neck? Would he struggle? Would he acquiesce willingly, thrilled and aroused by the thought of being claimed by a vampire? So many of Astarion's victims were lured in by the subtle flash of fangs behind his lips, perhaps Mister Dekarios was just like the rest of them, sitting up there in his windowsill reading bawdy vampire romance novels.

Snorting to himself, Astarion tipped his head back and sighed, letting his thoughts wander further. The man in the windowsill seemed to enjoy Astarion's presence just as much if the long glances shot in his direction were any indication. How long would it take for the man to give into his curiosity and come down to speak with him? What would he wear when finally made his approach? Would he cross the street wearing one of his silky looking robes, one loose shoulder slipping down to expose a little extra skin? Or would he throw on something mundane and boring and ruin all sense of mystique that ignorance afforded him. 

Perhaps it was better not to know. That was the risk you took when you fantasized about strange men in windowsills; there was always the chance that the man of your dreams is actually capital D dull. Luckily, Astarion didn't really care one way or another. This was just a little game he played while he waited for his next mark to come along.

[invisibleraven]

Late Last Night

Luke can't sleep, so he goes for a walk, ending up in Los Feliz. Who he meets there will end up changing everything.

Honestly this idea came to me late last night and I've been pecking away at it all day. I dunno if it's going to go anywhere from here, but I thought I'd post it and see what the reaction was.

On AO3!

Luke held his breath as he eased open his window, praying it wouldn't creak and alert his mom that he was sneaking out.

Again.

They had already gotten into it once tonight and Luke wasn't eager for a rematch.

It's not that he hated his house or anything, he just needed to get out for a bit. He and sleep weren't on speaking terms right now, and he found a walk usually calmed his restless mind.

Slipping through the window, he made a soft thud on the ground, and he stilled, not hearing anything but his own shallow breathing and the vague late night traffic that never seemed to stop in LA. Not even in his sleepy little suburb. And nothing ever happened there.

He felt a chill in the air, pulling his flannel tighter around himself as he ambled down the drive, looking back only once to ensure his house remained quiet, dark, and still. It remained solitary so he continued on. The neighborhood had an eerie quality to it this late... Or was it early? Luke figured he was just one owl hoot away from being the atmospheric start of a slasher film.

He kept walking, enjoying the quiet of the world, though his brain was still going a mile a minute. What he needed to do was write, get his thoughts down on paper in some form so they would plague him no longer.

His travels brought him to Los Feliz, and as he walked by the picturesque houses, and he stopped when he noticed light coming down the driveway of one. Through a dense in line of vegetation, he could see a spacious garage, and light coming from within, accompanied by soft piano music.

Lured by the siren song of another night owl musician such as himself, he took cautious steps towards the sound. The door was open a crack, and he peered in. He could see guitars hung on the walls, amps and mics in a pile by the stairs, and the centrepiece of the room, a grand piano.

Sitting there with a glimpse of a smile on her face was a middle aged Latina woman, a long head of dark curls streaked with silver, traipsing down her back. She looked up at him and he saw her sparkling brown eyes, drawing him in. "Hello mijo, what brings you out at this time of the night?"

Luke took a cautious step in, amazed that she was still shredding the complicated piece on the piano while talking to him. "I couldn't sleep, so I went for a walk, ended up here. Then I heard you play..."

"A fellow music lover I take it?"

Luke bit back a smile as he got closer to the piano and her. "Yeah. Me and my friends are in a band called Sunset Curve. We're pretty good."

"Show me then," she said, waving to a guitar on the wall. "Play me something."

Luke pulled out his phone, "I mean, I have our demo right here if you wanna hear it."

The woman nodded to the guitar again and Luke bit off a smile before taking it down. The instrument was still in tune, the strings giving a satisfying twang as he struck them. He picked out the melody he had been working on, a haunting ballad about a late night together, sharing everything two people could. But then it ended, as the sun rose in the sky, a new beginning bringing about an ending.

When the last chord rang through the air, Luke's breathing was heavy as he glanced up at the woman who looked stunned before erupting in rapturous applause. "I think you're more than pretty good there mijo."

"Thanks," Luke said with a blush. "Did you write the piece you were playing earlier?"

She laughed. "Oh no, that was Mozart. But I'll give you a Rose Molina original if you want." She then played a soft lilting piece, then transitioning to a harder rock style, her voice raspy and sweet, her accent coming out more as she belted.

Luke let a cheer as she finished. "Wow... That was incredible!"

Rose ducked her head, her hair obscuring her face a little. "Thanks... What's your name sweetheart?"

"My name's Luke."

Rose smiled. "Well Luke, as fun as this has been, it's well past my bedtime, so I can't imagine how long ago yours was. How about you head home, try and get some rest?"

Luke rubbed the back of his head, blushing. "Yeah, you're probably right." He made his way towards the door. "Thanks for letting me hang and play for a bit Ms. Molina."

"Rose," she insisted. "Come back any time Luke, feel free to make as much music as you want here. In fact..." she paused then, thinking, then lit up with a smile. "My daughter, Julie, she's about your age. I think she'd love to hear your music. Just don't tell her I said that or else it'll become some lame band her mom likes."

"Well then, I'll be sure to come back," Luke assured her. "Maybe not in the middle of the night though." They both laughed at that, and Luke waved before exiting the studio, turning back at the end of the drive, only to see it dark and lonely. Rose must have booted it to bed once he left, so Luke shrugged and went on his way once more, finding sleep came much easier this time.

The next day after school, Luke found himself walking the familiar path once more, stopping at the top of the drive. Only this time, the music was halting, mixed with curses and tears. Luke approached cautiously, not being a huge fan of girls crying; he always felt so useless because he was never sure how to help them. A charming smile and offer of a song usually didn't go well in those instances.

He knocked gently on the door to the studio, though it swung open against his fist. There was a girl there, swiping tears away from her eyes and looking up at him in embarrassment. Luke could see this must be Julie right away, she looked so much like her mom. "Sorry, it's just... I was passing by, and I heard music, and then crying... are you okay?"

Julie sniffled and have him a weak facsimile of a smile. "I'm alright. I was just trying to play and I can't. It's like I'm stuck."

"You wanna duet?" Luke offered. "Might help unstick you. Or I could call the rest of my band, we could jam together and you can join or not, less pressure that way."

"Yeah, that'd be nice. I'm Julie by the way."

"Luke. Lemme call the guys, they'll load up the van and be here in a jiffy."

The minutes between the phone call and the van pulling up were long and awkward, Luke and Julie filling it with idle chit-chat. Thankfully Reggie all but burst into the studio, a beaming bolt of sunshine that burnt away the air of gloom that had been permeating the space. He all but bounced over to Julie, and she gave him a much more genuine smile than she was able to muster earlier.

Bobby and Alex followed behind, lugging the gear and grumbling at Reggie about helping, but were cordial enough to Julie. Set up was quick, and soon Sunset Curve was playing a concert with an audience of one.

Julie grinned wide at them, bobbing her head and then getting up to dance as they played, and when Luke offered her the mic to sing along, she snatched it up, belting the words. The music almost faltered as she began to sing, Luke exchanging glanced with his boys.

Was this girl for real?

Her voice was gorgeous, hitting every note with ease, sounding angelic and devastating all at once. She elevated their sound and Luke felt his heart give a little skip as Julie sang at him, showing the gap in her teeth. Followed her with his eyes as she twirled around Reggie, the bassist blushing as she granted him attention, and Luke was tempted to drift over to join them as they sang the bridge together.

Alex shimmied in his stool as Julie rocked out in front of him, adding in a drum frill that Luke honestly loved. Bobby was a bit too cool to give her any more than a wry grin, but when her back was turned he sent Luke a look that clearly read 'holy shit dude'.

Luke knew now why Rose told him to seek out Julie. Her talent deserved to be heard, and all she needed was someone to elevate her. He wondered what she would say if he asked her to join the band.

Finally the song ended, all of them smiling and breathing heavy. Julie looked at them all, "Thank you for that really. It's just what I needed. Thank goodness you happened to be walking by when you were Luke."

Luke bit off an impish smile, and blushed. "It wasn't all me honestly. You can thank your mom, she's the one who told me you would like our sound."

Julie froze at that, turning to Luke. "That's not funny."

"I-it wasn't meant to be?" Luke stammered.

Julie turned to Luke, hands on her hips, and her next words turned the blood in Luke's veins to ice. "Luke, my mother died a year ago today."

[iwillgiveyoumyhappiness]

Sincerely, Your Fellow Choi

@yyxgin Happy birthday, my beloved! I know this is way too late to be justifiable, and I have no real excuse. Just life and oversights, but never once do I want you to think I forgot about celebrating your birthday <3 It was literally on the list of things I most wanted to do this year—celebrate an amazing friend like you. So I hope you enjoy!

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April 16th, Saturday 11:55 PM

For the past couple of weeks, I've been getting an email every Sunday at 12AM exactly, like it's scheduled.

Taehyun kept telling me not to open them 'cause they could be viruses, but I'm dumb (as he likes to playfully remind me), so I didn't listen to him.

I opened one a few weeks ago, which led to opening all the ones I'd received up to that point. And now I'm sitting here, anxiously scrawling down whatever I can while waiting for the next one to show up. My leg is shaking like crazy.

They weren't spam like I originally thought. They're very well thought-out and written with love. Each email is an instruction manual of how to fall in love with (Y/F/N).

I wouldn't say we're friends, but we know each other from high school (which is something I've tried to leave far, far behind me), and we talk sometimes.

We have one or two overlapping classes, but we're not lunch buddies by any means necessary. She's nice enough. I remember her making chocolates for me once for a school-wide Secret Santa thing we did.

They were pretty good. Nothing to write home about, though.

But for some reason, someone out there who signs off all their emails with the phrase "sincerely, your fellow Choi", seems to want me to think that she's got a massive crush on me and we're a match made in heaven.

At first, I thought it was silly—maybe a prank from one of her friends or something. But y'know how you just get vibes sometimes? It just feels too absurd not to be true.

I'm not saying I've fallen for her just because of a few emails, but I am saying I've learned a lot about her through these email, and I can't really tell if that's creepy or not.

How is it that I've never once noticed her before reading these emails? She's been walking in and out of my life for well over 6 years, yet I've never given her a second thought.

She was always just there, doing her own thing. She had her friends, and I had mine—if you could really call them that. None of them cared enough to keep in touch with me after high school.

I don't know why this random Choi is trying to get me interested in this girl from a past that I'm trying to forget, but I'd be lying if I said it wasn't working.

Oh! Hold up.

The new email just came. Gotta go—I'll try to write more tomorrow.

April 18th, Monday 10:31 PM

Okay, so obviously, I forgot to write more yesterday. My bad. But no one's ever gonna see this anyway, so it's okay.

This works out though, 'cause I did something kinda crazy today. I decided to join the art club, 'cause (Y/N)'s a part of it. Taehyun thinks I'm insane, and Kai kindly reminded me that I can barely draw a stick figure, but I think this will be good for me in the long-run.

I can get closer to her in my own time, and I can see what she's actually like—not just what the emails want me to believe.

And maybe I can finally face high school again in a new light. Maybe now that I'm an adult, I won't be so scared.

April 19th, Tuesday 6:22 PM

Art is way harder than expected. I thought I'd pick it up pretty fast, but nah. I was wrong. This looks like chicken scratch.

On the upside, I talked to (Y/N) today. She could tell I was struggling, so she scooched over and whispered some shading tips while the team leader went over the assignment. She even offered to give me some drawing lessons on the weekends.

She didn't ask why I joined an art club, even though I'm a terrible artist.

It was nice. She was nice.

And she wasn't like how I remembered. I remembered someone more rambunctious and self-assured, and I guess that's why she always intimidated me.

Not to say she's not self-assured now, just more quiet about it. I can't tell if she's grown up, or if she's changed.

I also can't figure out why I haven't done either of those things yet.

April 23th, Saturday 3:00 PM

I had my first drawing lesson with (Y/N) today. She's such a good artist—it's kind of scary.

The emails keep talking about this hidden crush she's got on me, but I don't know if I fully believe it. I don't think I make her nervous at all.

She just smiles and talks and hums while she sketches. I don't seem to have an affect on her. She's just nice to me, like she is to everyone else.

And for some reason, that upsets me. The emails have been so accurate about everything else—her favorite colors, her hobbies, her favorite song, her allergies—yet it feels like they got her feelings for me all wrong.

I don't know why I'm upset about this. I've already told myself I'm not catching feelings, just seeing for myself what all the fuss is about. But still... I'm a little disappointed.

I guess I just expected more.

May 24th, Tuesday 8:01 PM

Wow, I kinda forgot about this. It's been a while since my last entry, but don't worry—it's for a good reason. (Y/N) and I have actually been hanging out a lot these days, and it's been fun.

Most of the time, it's for club things or art lessons, but sometimes we walk to class together or grab some coffee. And remember how I said we weren't lunch buddies? Well, we are now.

And we get along pretty well! She's funny. And I'm starting to think the crush thing might be more accurate than I thought.

I don't have any solid proof, but sometimes I swear I can feel her staring at me when she thinks I'm not paying attention. And she's always respectful of my personal bubble, yet tries to sit as close to me as possible without touching.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it, or maybe it's my man brain trying to convince me, "oh yeah, dude. She's for sure into you", but either way, I'm kinda hoping I'm right.

In these few weeks I've spent truly noticing her and having her in the forefront of my life instead of on the sidelines, I've realized that I wouldn't hate it if she had a crush on me.

In fact, I'd be honored. She's cool.

May 30th, Monday 7:45 AM

This is gonna be a short entry 'cause I'm already late for class, but I just had to jot this down real quick in case I forget.

I think I figured out who the 'fellow Choi' is. The emails reminded me that (Y/N)'s close to that jock guy, Choi Yeonjun. They've been friends and neighbors since they were little, and he went to the same high school as us, just a year ahead.

I vaguely remember him as one of the hooligans she used to skateboard around with, but the memory's fuzzy.

I've seen them hanging out before, but I didn't realize they were that tight. If there's anyone who would know that much about her, it'd be him. I'm gonna confront him tomorrow, so we'll see what happens.

May 31st, Tuesday 5:53 PM

Yeah, so that whole confronting thing? It didn't go so well. I now have confirmation that he's not the fellow Choi, but I also have a bloody nose, so I don't know if I've accomplished anything.

It was a real 'one step forward, two steps back' kind of situation. From what I've seen of him around campus, he seems like a very chill, friendly guy, and you can tell he cares for (Y/N) like a brother.

So you can imagine my surprise when I said 'hi' and his first reaction was to grab me by the collar, shove me against a brick wall, and sock me in the nose.

What I hate most was the eyes it attracted. I just know there's gonna be rumors about us fighting for (Y/N)'s hand or some crap.

All in all, something tells me he doesn't like me. He told me to stay away from (Y/N) if I didn't have the 'right intentions'.

His exact words were, "The Chois in her life have already given her enough shit, and if you add on to that, I swear to God, I'll break so much more than your nose."

It was definitely a change from the guy I'd seen ruffling (Y/N)'s hair and giving her noogies while complimenting her latest artwork and calling her a nerd.

I'm scared and angry, for sure, but also just confused. I feel like there's more to this story that I'm not getting or hasn't been revealed to me yet. I feel left behind.

And also, I wish he'd been more clear as he threatened me. What are my intentions supposed to be?

'Cause I think I'm falling for her. And if that's not Choi Yeonjun approved, how am I just supposed to just stop these feelings from growing?

Would it even be possible at this point?

June 2nd, Thursday 9:10 PM

I emailed back the fellow Choi the other day. I wanted to see if they knew what I did to hurt (Y/N) and Yeonjun in the past.

They never answered.

June 13th, Monday 11:11 AM

(Y/N) made Yeonjun apologize to me. Not gonna lie, it was a little gratifying to see that tough guy all humbled and grumbly while she glared up at him and demanded an apology.

All-in-all, even though it was forced, he seemed pretty genuine. He even asked how my nose was doing. I told him it wasn't broken, and I think (for the most part) there are no lingering hard feelings between us.

Except for the ones he's hiding from me—the ones that I assume have been there for a long time. And he must've said something to (Y/N), 'cause she's been weird too. Not mean or cold, just distant. Lost in her thoughts, even when we're together.

I wonder if he brought up some memories from the past that she'd forgotten or repressed. I kind of resent him for that a little, 'cause things were going well between us, and now I don't know what to do with my feelings.

They're getting too strong to keep inside, but would it be insensitive to confess now? I don't even know anymore. I'm so confused.

More than anything, I just wanna know what I did. I must've been either really self-absorbed or incredibly insecure in high school, because I'm coming to realize that I never really noticed anyone.

It was always just me in my little bubble, and even with my friends, I never let them get too close. As I'm writing this, I also kinda realize that I'm the only person stopping myself from making genuine connections with others.

And that pretty much decides it for me. I'm gonna confess to her this weekend—just you watch.

June 19th, Sunday 10:30 PM

Today might be one of my favorite days ever. I spent the whole day with (Y/N), and for the first time in a while, it didn't feel awkward.

I would kind of consider this our first date. We went out for breakfast, then we talked for hours and realized, "Oh, we should probably get lunch." And after lunch, we didn't wanna say goodbye, so we decided to go for a walk. "Work off the calories," she said.

By that time, we were hungry again, so she invited me to her dorm for an improvised snack dinner. It certainly wasn't gourmet, but it was tasty, and it was fun to make it together.

She looked so pretty. She didn't even do anything special—she just looked nice. So I told her. Then one thing led to another, and I was rambling and going on and on, and then I finally got it out.

Those three words I'd been trying to spit out all day. "I like you."

And guess what? She likes me too. She actually, genuinely likes me. And before I left, you know that she did? She gave me a kiss on the hand.

Not on the cheek, not on the lips, but on my hand. I've never gotten butterflies like that before. It's so weird to think that now... I have a girlfriend. It's wild.

It was really cool seeing her place, too. I remembered her skateboarding back in high school (hard to forget with the emails proudly remind me every five seconds), but she actually has medals and stuff from competitions she entered in with her old team.

Yeonjun was on that team too, apparently. She had a framed picture of them proudly showing off their second place trophy with their arms slung over each other's shoulders.

Cute picture. A little small for the frame, though. Maybe I should get her a new one.

July 10th, Sunday 12:15 AM

I think I just got the last email. It felt ominous, like a permanent goodbye. "I can't have her back anymore, so I'm leaving it up to you. If you haven't fallen for her at this point, please at least just be her friend. I'm sure Yeonjun's all she's got. Be good to her."

And as always, signed off with that 'sincerely, your fellow Choi'. I'm not sure why, but when I read it this time, I got goosebumps all over my body.

It was like I'd been talking to a ghost. They were there, and then they were gone—like a cool breeze or a puff of smoke.

It feels empty.

September 3rd, Saturday 9:45 PM

(Y/N) got mad at me for the first time today. We were doing some studying at her place, and I was admiring the pictures and medals on her wall while she was in the bathroom.

But I'm a klutz, so of course, I ended up knocking something over. It was that framed picture of her and Yeonjun. The glass shattered and the back fell out, and I swear I felt my heart drop into my stomach.

All I could think was 'shit, shit, I just broke the important thing', and like a little kid, my first thought was to get rid of the evidence.

Now, realistically, there was nothing I could do about the glass in such a short time, but I thought if I could just pop the panel back on and make sure the framing wasn't damaged...

But that's when I noticed the picture, slightly peeking out from the broken frame. It was too small because it had been folded.

I wasn't trying to pry. I wasn't trying to look at it.

But it was there, unfolded right in front of me. And I could see that in the previously folded up corner, (Y/N) had her arm wrapped another guy. A guy with longish black hair, his nose scrunched up by a big, toothy grin, and a skateboard pinned under his arm.

The three of them looked so happy together. A perfect little trio. And when I looked at the guy, I couldn't help but feel a sense of familiarity.

When (Y/N) finally came out, she blew up at me. I couldn't tell if it was because of the fact that I broke her frame, or because I saw the other half of that picture.

Now, (Y/N)'s not a petty person, so if I had to guess... I'd say it was the latter. I wanna know who he is. I wanna know why he feels so familiar. And I wanna know why he hurts her so much.

So much so that she would fold him out of a picture, but not find it within herself too throw it away.

But I'm dumb, so I didn't say any of those things. We just argued. I stormed out.

I regret it.

September 7th, Wednesday 4:32 PM

We've made up. That's what we say, anyway. But it's awkward, with just a hint of tension.

I've tried talking it out with her, asking about that guy, but she says she doesn't want to talk about it.

I'm not experienced enough for this. I don't know what's right. I don't know when to push and when to let it lie.

I'm scared to mess this up.

Soobin laid dead asleep in his room, disturbed by an incessant tap-tap-tap.

With a groan, he rolled over in bed, flipping on his bedside lamp and instinctively checking the time on his phone. Two in the morning. He groaned again as the tapping only became more insistent.

In his bleary daze, he managed to glance at the window, doing a double-take as he saw a shadowy figure outside of it. His eyes widened, pulling the sheets up and over his nose as slowly as possible. The tapping stopped, and he could’ve sworn he saw the figure sigh.

Moments later, his phone buzzed with a notification.

“It’s me, coward,” the notification read.

With a start, he jumped up, swinging his window open with expert speed, successfully shocking the person on the other side of the glass. “(Y/N)!” he gasped, grabbing her wrists and pulling her back towards him as she lost her balance.

He reared backward, pulling her into the room and landing them both on the bed with a thump, Soobin splayed flat on his back and (Y/N) nestled somewhat comfortably into his shoulder. “What were you doing on the roof, you idiot?” he asked, hands instinctively going to rub up and down her back.

“I didn’t wanna wake your roommates...” she said sheepishly. “They probably heard me scream, though.”

Soobin shook his head, biting back the chuckle that rose in his throat. “Nah, don’t worry too much,” he said. “They sleep like rocks.” He took a moment to bask in the silence between them. This was the most carefree they’d been together in a while. “So what brings you here this cold evening?”

She propped herself up a little, examining his face with a hint of something in her eyes. He didn’t want to jump to conclusions, but maybe guilt? She cupped his cheek. 

“Have I ever told you why I like you?” she asked softly. Soobin only shook his head. “It’s ‘cause you care so much more than you think you do. You’re so humble, and you always underestimate yourself, but you’re the coolest, most kindest guy out there.” He felt butterflies whirl up in his stomach like the first time she kissed his hand. “I just needed to tell you that.”

Soobin could feel himself tearing up, but he willed himself to suck it in. “Well... Thank you,” he said. He wanted to say anything else. He wanted to list all the reasons he liked her and how he’d started finding peace and self-acceptance through her, but no words came out—like a blubbering fish out of water.

“Can I introduce you to someone?” (Y/N) asked, seemingly to instinctively know that he wouldn’t be able to get anything out.

Soobin blinked in confusion. “What, like... right now?” he asked.

She nodded. “If we don’t do this now, I’m worried I’ll get too scared again.”

Now, he could give a million viable excuses on why he couldn’t go. He’s tired, he has early morning classes, it’s nearly freezing—but none of that mattered. He wanted to do whatever she wanted to do.

It’d easily been an hour, and they were only getting further from the familiar territory of their campus grounds. Soobin could feel himself dozing off again, but he urged himself not to. Even if he felt like shit in the morning, he was gonna stay awake for this.

“Where are we goin’?” he asked from the passenger seat of (Y/N)’s dumpy old car that stubbornly refused not to die, like a spiteful great-aunt.

“We’re almost there,” she said cryptically, gripping the steering wheel ever so slightly tighter. “Just give it a sec. It’s on the left.”

Soobin blinked hard and mussed up his hair, trying to make himself more presentable. He was still in his pajamas, so the least he could do would be to look awake. He glance at all the signs as they passed by buildings, each one of them not likely to be their stop.

When she finally slowed down and flicked on her blinker, Soobin’s heart dropped, the words ‘columbarium’ staring him in the face like the barrel of a gun. “(Y/N)—” he started.

She shook her head. “Don’t say anything yet,” she instructed gently. “Just wait till we get inside.” She took a pause while she put the car in park. “And hold my hand. I haven’t been here in a while.”

With her hand tightly grasped in his and the car locked behind them, they made their way into the building. Already, it was a sad, humbling atmosphere—seeing all the urns, photos, bouquets, and letters from family pinned up on the wall. There was so much love and sorrow, all contained in one place.

Finally, (Y/N) stopped in front of one specific niche. ”Meet Beomgyu,” she said, a slight tremor in her voice. “One of my best friends, and your fellow Choi.” In the picture frame behind the cage of glass stood a very familiar boy with longish black hair, a toothy grin, and a crinkled nose.

Soobin looked at her with wide eyes. “How did you—?”

“You left your diary at my place,” she said. “I’m sorry I was nosy, but I couldn’t help but read it. And by doing that, I realized how much I’ve been making you suffer on your own, and I’m so sorry.” She gripped his hand tighter, making eye contact with him. “Will you forgive me?”

His heart ached. “There’s nothing to forgive, honestly...” he said, voice barely above a whisper. It felt rude to speak any louder in a place full of the deceased.

“You don’t have to lie to make me feel better, y’know,” she said. “It’s not a fair relationship if we’re always walking on eggshells around each other. So I’ll share some of my scars with you tonight, and you can share yours when you’re ready. I might not get all your questions answered, but I'll start.”

He felt his chest tighten. He couldn’t help but feel grateful to Choi Beomgyu for leading him to such a great girl.

He nodded. “Okay,” he said. “I promise I'll do the same for you later.” He looked back at Beomgyu’s picture. The longer he looked at it, the more bits and pieces of memories from high school came flooding back in.

(Y/N), Yeonjun, and Beomgyu. The kids who always rode into school on their skateboards, zooming past everyone on the way through the front gates while laughing and shouting jokes at each other. Soobin was pretty separate from their friend group, but out of all of them, he was most familiar with Beomgyu.

He was the class clown. Everyone loved him, and he loved making everyone laugh—even at his own expense. Yeonjun was always the one to back him up with a smile on his face, even when he called him a dumbass. And (Y/N) was always the one following quietly behind them, cleaning up thier messes.

But she never seemed to mind. She didn’t even care that as they walked down the halls, people would call out “Hey, Beomgyu!” or “Hey, Yeonjun!”, but no one ever called out for her.

“Tell me about him,” Soobin said.

She took a deep breath. “I don’t even know where to start.”

“How’d you become friends?”

She cracked a little smile, though he could still see the pain lacing it from the scabbed over wound on her heart that had yet to fully heal. “Yeonjun and Beomgyu were nextdoor neighbors, I lived across the street,” she said. “Their mom’s were best friends, and I moved to the neighborhood with my folks later on. Y’know how moms always want you be comfortable and have friends you can count on?”

Soobin chuckled. “For sure,” he said. “Even if I got a terrible report card, my mom’s first instinct was still to scold me on how I didn’t put in enough effort to make friends.”

“My mom was the same,” she said. “So about a week after we moved in, she said, ‘C’mon! Let’s go say hi to the neighbors’ sons!’ I was shy and I didn’t wanna go, but God, am I glad I did. They were both at Beomgyu's place, and as soon as I got through the front door, they dragged me upstairs to play Mario Kart and then outside to shoot each other with nerf guns.”

Her smile grew, more genuine this time. “I didn’t have time to be nervous, not with their hyper-active asses. From that point on, we basically grew up together. They were like my big brothers. Whatever they did, I wanted to do it too. That’s why I started skating, y’know.”

“Now, Beomgyu... I don’t even know how to describe him. He was like a whirlwind, y’know? He was crazy, confident, a little overzealous at times, but sweet. He always remembered the little things about you, and even though his loudness could be a little annoying at first, once he went quiet with you, you felt like something was missing."

She sighed through her nose. "I miss his voice," she said rawly, as if she hadn't allowed herself to admit that for the past couple of years.

“The three of us went through life, did everything together, talked about how we were gonna get matching tattoos once we graduated, and then one day, we were all skating—practicing for a competition, actually—and Beomgyu fell.” Her voice grew quieter at the end. 

“Beomgyu never fell. He said he felt dizzy and his head hurt. We thought he must’ve hit it on the way down, so we rushed him off the the hospital—a bunch of scared teenagers. And that’s where they discovered it. A weird hybrid type of acute myeloid leukemia.”

Soobin squeezed her hand tighter. She appreciated it. “Most people live at least 5 years after being diagnosed, but Beomgyu didn’t have that time. It was too late and too developed. He had a little under a year.”

Soobin’s heart ached. No wonder it was  painful memory. She lost her best friend when she was just a kid. “That must’ve been awful for you,” he whispered, stepping a little closer to her, just to let her feel his warmth.

“It was,” she agreed softly. “What’s worse though is that I spent those last 6 months lying straight to his face.”

 Soobin gave her a questioning look.

“Yeonjun cornered me one day. Told me that Beomgyu had been in love with me for a few years, but I never even noticed,” she said. In Soobin’s head, that made sense. And it explained the affection behind the emails’ tone. “And he never confessed ‘cause he didn’t wanna mess up our friendship, and then he thought he’d lost his shot, ‘cause I started crushing on you.”

“But Yeonjun looked me straight in the eyes as we stood by a vending machine in the hospital at almost 11:30 one night and said, ‘Beomgyu’s gonna confess to you tonight. Please accept him’.” 

She let out a dry laugh at the memory. “I didn’t know what to say. It’s not that I was disgusted by the thought of being with him or that I was particularly hung up on you—I just thought you were cute at that point—but I just didn’t feel... anything. No sparks. And that’s not how love’s supposed to be.”

“So I though I’d turn him down gently,” she continued. “Knowing Beomgyu, I thought he’d be happy to just get it off his chest, and then we could spend his last few months as we always had. The unbeatable trio.”

She leaned her head on Soobin’s shoulder, feeling drained and tired. “But when I got into his room, he’d prepared flowers, and balloons, and a handwritten letter, and a big romantic speech, and I just... 

She nuzzled closer into his shoulder. "I didn’t have the heart. He’d never had a girlfriend before, and I couldn’t help but feel like it was all my fault. Maybe he was waiting for me and I just never got to that point. So I accepted him. I’ve never seen him look so relieved. He almost cried.”

“So I went six months... Pretending to be in love with him. But I think he knew. I think he knew my heart wasn’t in it, and that’s what made it even worse. He would apologize all the time with that sad smile on his face, and it just made me feel even worse.”

“So I tried harder to be a good girlfriend, made myself feel even worse, argued with Yeonjun all the time ‘cause I felt like he was only thinking about Beomgyu, and overall, I just screwed everything up. He had less than a year left with us and I wasted it lying to him. I didn’t even do it well. It all felt pointless.”

“Especially when I knew for sure he knew. He told me he was gonna repay me someday for helping him live out his short dream, even though it was hard for me. I guess he held up his end.” 

She looked up, meeting eyes with Soobin, his dark orbs damp with sympathy. “He gave me you, the crazy bastard. Guess he knew five years would probably be enough for me not to totally hate myself anymore,” she chuckled. “That way, I could love properly again.”

She looked back at the niche, staring intently at Beomgyu’s portrait, as well as the smaller pictures laid out around it. Pretty much all of them had herself and Yeonjun inside of them, right next to Beomgyu and his dopey grin.

“He never let me kiss him,” she said. “I tried, but he never let me. He always joked and said ‘cooties’, but I know it’s ‘cause he didn’t want me to waste my first kiss on a lie. He was good like that.”

Without him realizing it, Soobin had started crying. Not a harsh sob or a broken whimper, just thick tears pouring out of his stinging, red eyes. He couldn’t tell if he was saddened by the story or thankful for the gesture.

Wordlessly, he faced the niche, giving a deep bow. “Thank you,” he whispered, “for giving me your best friend. I can tell how much you love her.”

In that moment, the air changed. It felt warmer.

Maybe somewhere out there, in a different timeline or dimension, Beomgyu was flashing his dopey smile, happy that another one of his hair-brained schemes worked out. 

[that-wildwolf]

[x] Behind Closed Doors chapter 13

Shepard set down her coffee on the coffee table. It was a short contemplation between the empty sofa and the armchair Garrus was sitting in, but it was early enough in the morning that she chose the latter.

"Uh… Shepard?" Garrus visibly stiffened when she sat down between his thighs. "What are you—"

"Shh," she shushed him gently. "Just… let me finish my coffee." She leaned back, resting her head on his carapace. Not the most comfortable of positions to cuddle, maybe, but it was so early that she didn't really care about that. Besides, as soon as he started purring, the soft vibration more than made up for the lack of softness in his body.

Shepard liked when he did that. It was like a physical affirmation of his affection for her. The sound had initially reminded her of the purring of cats back on Earth, but with time she'd learned to differentiate between the two. It didn't sound so similar to her anymore. Turian purring was far more subtle than a cat's. It was simply softer. Higher-pitched, too - though maybe that was just Garrus. And from what she'd noticed, it was something that could be consciously controlled—at least to some extent.

She looked up when she felt Garrus run his fingers through her hair.

"Bedhead got you interested too?" She chuckled. He really had something of an obsession with her hair.

"I was just thinking…" His words sounded weirdly melodic when her head was pressed against his chest. It was as if she could hear yet another layer to his voice. It was nice. Like humming. "About that thing you do when you pin your hair up." He gently pulled her hair from covering her face. "You had it on our first… official date. Remember?"

"That was five months ago, Garrus. Or six? Five." She took a sip of her coffee. It was not good. "I don't remember."

"It's not important. I just wanted to tell you… I love your hair." He chuckled and Shepard blushed at how rich it sounded with the added dimension of that background humming.

She smiled widely as a new idea came to her head. She put down her coffee.

"Wanna see something cool?"

"That depends." Garrus moved his hand down her arm. "How dangerous is it? And remember, just because you're not in the hospital doesn't mean you're not injured. You should take it easy for a while."

Shepard rolled her eyes even though he couldn't see it.

"It's not that kind of cool. Just… You'll like it, okay? Promise."

It took him a second to answer. "Okay. What do I do?"

She closed her eyes, hoping it would help her visualise.

"Divide my hair into three sections."

"Um…" She could tell he was hesitating. "What if I pull too hard?"

"Trust me on this one; it takes a surprising lot of strength to pull out human hair right from the scalp. And I'll tell you if it hurts."

"Okay," Garrus said after a while. "I think they're even."

"Great. Now put the right one in the middle. Then the left one and try to tighten it a bit." She could tell he was doing his best to follow the instruction, even if Garrus didn't pull on her hair at all. He was being careful much more than he needed to. She smiled. "Now you'll take the one on the right and put it into the middle again, and so on… You following so far?"

"Uh…" Garrus hummed a displeased note. "I understand the theory, but it's not working out so great in practice… It keeps unraveling."

"It's okay. These things take practice. It's probably harder with three fingers, too. Want me to show you?"

"I got it," he protested. Shepard smiled to herself. And there goes his stupid pride again. A short silence while he did his best to braid her hair properly. "This is kind of fun, actually. Turians don't do anything like this. I don't think I can even draw a comparison to— to anything."

"If you want, we can look up lots of different versions. Then you can braid my hair whenever. It'll be like having my own personal hairstylist."

Garrus stopped. He let go of her hair, too.

"Are you okay?" Shepard turned back. "Was it something I said?"

"No, I…" He looked away. "It's just… I've been thinking about something lately and… Never mind." He paused. "Thanks for showing this to me. It's calming. I really like it." He put his mouth plates to her forehead in an imitation of a kiss. "You awake yet?"

"I think so."

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THE GIFT | MYK X AMBW CHARACTER

1 :THE GIFT

“NGL, YUNKI's gifts are always intentional & meaningful.”

Paring: YUNKI x AMBW CHARACTER

Word Count: 3.7k

Rating: 18+

Genre: Established Relationship w YUNKI

WARNINGS: fucking, fingering, oral

CHAPTERS: 01 : 02 : 03

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YUNKI said he had a gift for me, told me to dress comfy & sweats is all I've been mostly wearing. Lately I had been kinda down; Nothing's wrong, just the season. It happens a couple times a year & my therapist said it's best for me to go through the emotions than to try to block them. It's Spring & the passing of my father seems to get harder every year.

I had been extra needy in the cuddles department with YUNKI & I told him I wanted to be held a lot more during times like these, but especially during the spring. I get dressed in black joggers, one of YUNKI's FG's black hoodies, & grab my black/blue high top vans. I head to our elevator & head to the lobby. YUNKI said the driver will take me to my gift & he'll meet me there after he's done at the studio. I spot the driver in the lobby & follow him outside to the SUV. I hop in & thank the driver as he closes the door. Once we started off I asked him if he had any idea to what the gift may be & he said no with a happy smile. He knew what it was, YUNKI loved gushing to the driver about the gifts he got me, THIS I knew. I said ok with a smirk upon my face.

NGL, YUNKI's gifts are always intentional & meaningful. So I started racking my brain on what it could be. There hasn't been anything I could recall that would move him to do such a thing but then again we never really needed a reason to get each other gifts. We would just do it, sometimes planned or not. The warmth of the other smiling from ear to ear was enough. Imagining his gummy smile with the last gift I got him, now has me grinning with the memory of that night.

I had noticed he started to doodle small things on anything he could find when lyrics would come to mind. He would tear them off ,if he could, and place them in another book. I had got him a book where it had perforated left edges & made a small binder with protected film pages so he could slide the drawings in there. I wasn't looking for the book but when I came across it at the bookstore one day, I had to grab a few. He goes through notebooks pretty fast so grabbing 4 wasn't too much. The look on his face when I gave it to him after dinner one night & how I had collected all his other drawings & made a place for them was so lovely. It wasn't until he kissed me is how I knew this meant a lot to him.

We were next to each other, diagonally, at the island in the kitchen. He had gotten up from the bar stool & turned me to face him. I was grinning from ear to ear seeing how happy he was, I was sitting on my hands trying to contain my excitement but he could tell I wanted to explode with joy. He lifted my chin & brought his lips to mine. At first I was just happy he enjoyed the gift, but the unforeseen intensity of the kiss shocked me.

His hand lifted my chin to graze my left jawline twice over. That same hand, with the lightest touch, graze down my left arm sending chills over me. His lips left mine & found a way down the right side of my neck to my collarbone & that right hand found the small place on my lower back. I had let out a combination of a gasp & moan. I hadn't notice but in that instance, he had moved me off the bar stool, my left hand in his hair, massaging & the other clawing at his back. He moved his mouth back up my neck, to my ear. Biting my ear lope, he says "seonmul gomabseubnida" in his low range. All I could manage was "mmh". His large hands still mapping my frame like he was slowing trying to find new areas to explore. He chuckles while he has me pressed against him & the vibration from his chest lets another moan escape me.

He attempts to walk me to our bedroom while keeping me entranced but my legs give way. His lips leave my neck as he scoops me up & he says "I'm going to thank you properly now." I could fully feel his erection now & with his lips back onto mine, I'm completely weak for him. Once in our bedroom he lays me on the bed, kisses still holding their intensity, his massive hands caressing my frame more, my legs rubbing against his sides.

Damn these clothes were blocking us. It was like we were expecting them to just fall off on their own without us breaking contact. His kisses moved down to my chest & I maneuvered his black fitted tshirt off. He lifted my yellow knit sweater to kiss my hips, leaving a trail across my stomach to the other side. He too, maneuvered my sweater off of me. His lips back on mine, his chest fully on mine & our damn pants! I moved my hands down his frame to his pants & ran a finger across the front & start to unbuckle them. He started to unbuckle mine & they are finally off.

He's back between my bare legs with our lips crashing into one another. Skin to skin contact for us always sent us to ecstasy but tonight it is so much more. A shockwave to our senses with every touch on each other's skin. Kisses that raises our body temperatures higher. It's getting hot. He presses his dick into my throbbing pussy & a soft moan escapes me. He takes my bra off & starts sucking one breast & massaging the other. My back arcs & my legs rub up against his sides, locking them around his waist. His right hand moves from my left breast, down my frame, & into my black lace panties. I squeeze his right bicep at the pressure of 2 fingers sliding into my entry & let out a loud moan.

"Mmmh, I'm starting to get thirsty." YUNKI whispers in my ear. 

I'm SOAKED. I knew I was wet, but tonight I am soaked. I could feel how wet I was against his long fingers but also the subtle sound she made with him pumping in & out. He would slowly circle my clit with his thumb when he would pump in & it sent my head spinning. He curved his fingers slightly & starting pumping faster. Playful bites on lips in between kisses, eyes locked onto each other. I can feel his dick pulsating against my thigh. My pussy throbbing, close to climax. My breathing got faster, my moans louder & he was eating it up. He would speed up & slow down just on the brink of my climax. & just when I thought I was gonna scream from not cumming, he whispers,"Cum,baby". On command I release, moaning & screaming his name of praise. A small shudder overcomes my body as if I caught a chill. He pulls his two fingers from me & sucks them clean while staring at me.

"Mmmh", he says, "I'm still parched, mind if I drink you?"

I bite my lip & say "Yes, Daddy."

His kisses are hot & cold leaving a trail from my ear, down the middle of my breasts, winding around my stomach, & his hands...his hands palming my breasts, massaging them slowly. I place my hands over his, caressing him, needing to touch him. I knew what was coming next but I was nervous this time. I let out a yelp once he kissed my inner left thigh. He chuckled. His hands left my breasts & found their way around both my thighs. Him leaving kisses on each one as he massages them. He spreads me further open for him to view me. He gives a sigh of relief, admiring his work from just moments ago. He kisses my pussy lips, making out with her & he slips his tongue in. His tongue making laps up & down, him sucking my clit.

"OH, DADDY!" I say loudly in a soft tone.

I'm starting to squirm under his grip on me. He pulls me closer to his face, locking his arms around my thighs. Thrusting his tongue in & out of me & Slurping up all my juices. He's started to roll his tongue on me & I reach to rub his head. Moving my hips in motion with his mouth. I'm starting to tense up & if I stretch it out, I may get a charlie horse in my leg. He's back on my clit & I can't take it.

"YUNKI?" I breathe

A hard slap against my right thigh from him, my manners.

"D-Daddy, I-I can't-OOOO-" I say

"Not until I say" he demands

I'm reaching out to either side of me, my back arcs, his tongue still doing laps against my clit. I'm starting to convulse under him & then-

"Cum, baby" he commands

"AAAAHHH! YUNKI!" I scream.

I sit up at an angle with him still devouring me, gazing up at me, keeping a tight grip on my thighs. Riding his face from this angle is INTENSE. This incredible high he has given me makes me want more. As I descend back to the bed, feeling he has left me vacant, pussy still throbbing with hella sensitivity, I feel him slowly enter me with his harden dick.

"YUNKI!" I moaned & another slap is followed but against my left thigh.

"FUCK,Babygirl! You're so tight right now, shit!" He grunts out feeling the pressure my pussy walls is putting on him

Oh shit! My pussy was still pulsing but she was tight. Slowly he pushes to his limited & thrusts his legs against mine to get me into position. He leans down & kisses me passionately, tasting my sweetness still on his tongue. He pulls away, only enough to get me to lock eyes with him.

"You ready for your 'thank you'?", He asks

I looked at him dazed from earlier but a little confused. He started slowly pumping in & out of me now.

"Wasn't my 'thank you' earlier & just now?" I ask

He chuckles, "No, that was mostly for me."

His pumping is getting a little faster now. The mixture of pain & pleasure is sending me to another plane of existence. I bite my lip, close my eyes & let out a moan. As he lowers himself into my neck, he lets out a low growl. It sends a chill up my spine that I had to physically follow with a body roll. THAT caught him by surprise.

"Oh?" He sucks air between clenched teeth. "You're ready."

As he continues to pump in & out of me, he palms my breast to massage them while I moan, I tousled his hair & massaged his back. He brings his lips to mine & we kiss, more teasingly. His pumping gets faster & I can feel the pull that she's getting to her breaking point again. He takes his hands off my breasts, remove my hands from him & I whimper from lost of contact. He slowly slides my arms above my head & holds them together at the wrist with his right hand. My small wrists fit so comfortably in his hand. With his left hand he traces the left side of my body & he watches as his hand causes me to squirm at his intoxicating touch. His hand round my left thigh & hikes it up towards my chest. YUNKI leans forward & starts pumping vigorously with the sound of skin slapping & my moans becoming more erratic. Looking down to see his dick coated from my juices & how he can make me feel the way I feel right now. My gaze following up his frame to land on his eyes. He's been watching me & it makes me nervous & hot. Knowing i can't touch him, I squirm my wrists a bit to let him know I wanna touch him.

"Not yet, baby, you haven't gotten your 'thank you' yet" he replies as he gazes over my frame

His pumping is getting faster & I'm starting to feel the height of my climax coming, at last. But YUNKI slows down again. Ugh! I can't take this. His long, drawn out strokes! He would pull out super slow & then thrust back into me fast.

"You don't like my long dick strokes, babygirl?" He coos into the side of my neck

"I love your long dick strokes" I coo back in a shuddered voice. "But what's making me whimper is this edging." I whine

"Well, you still need to be reprimanded for the incorrect name you've used twice tonight." He said with a teasing bit of dominance. It sends a chill over me that I cannot physically stop my body from reacting.

At that moment, he saw his chance. He held my wrists tighter, lifted my leg a bit higher & started pumping faster into me. Titties bouncing uncontrollably, the smacking of skin, his grunts, my moans, the tight pull my pussy is doing to warn us of my undoing. Just then YUNKI lowers his face to mine, foreheads touching.

"Cum with me & don't look away or close your eyes. Stay with me." YUNKI whispers

With his last three pumps, we came undone together. Screaming & grunting looking at each other. Him riding out my orgasm to the fullest. He kisses me passionately & cups my face & says, "thank you."

The driver has been calling my name for some time now & I don't know when I dozed off into that memory or when we arrive at the gift's location. The concerned look on his face goes away when I look up at him & yawn.

"Nice nap?" The driver asks

"Yes." Stretching my arms out

He holds out his hand to help me out & we are at a dance studio. What on earth could I possibly be getting at a dance studio? I chuckle to myself & follow the driver inside. We are greeted by two people who looks as if they just finished a class. Both of them glistening in sweat. They introduce themselves as Yoonyeon & Jun. The driver explains a private room had been set up for me for 2 hrs. He gives them my name & they locate it from a schedule at the desk. Yoonyeon said she would lead us to the room & explains they were instructed to start the time once the shoes were on my feet. SHOES?! I haven't expressed any need or desire to dance. All I could do was laugh. Yoonyeon looks at me questionably & I explain it's a gift from my boyfriend. Spring time is usually a sad time for me so he's doing a great job bringing a smile to my face. She places her hands over her heart & says, "awww, how sweet of him." We get to the room & she lets me in. I turn around to notice the driver didn't follow, so I start to speak but he beats me to my question.

"I'll be waiting for Sir Min so I can show him where you are." He smiles at me with somber eyes. He DEFINITELY knows what the gift is & I can tell by his face, I may cry tonight. I wave goodbye for now & the door is closed. I look around the room for a shoebox and see a black box in front of the mirrors with a cream envelope on top. I go and sit in front of the box, cross legged, to read the letter from my YUNKI.

The envelope reads To My Sweetest World

*opens letter*

Dear 𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖,

If you haven't opened the box, do so now, otherwise the letter won't make much sense.

I sat the letter down to open the black shoebox. Black tissue paper incase them & as I unfold them, they revealed deep forest green ballet pointe shoes. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. I had mentioned ballet to him maybe once or twice when we first met & that was over 2 years ago! I picked up the letter again & began to read.

Dear 𝙀𝙧𝙞𝙘𝙖,

If you haven't opened the box, do so now, otherwise the letter won't make much sense.

How do you like them? I hope they are as gorgeous as you are to me. It must come to you as a shock that I remembered something that you only mentioned twice when we first met. Min Holly running into you at the park must have been fate, because even then I had hope it would be you. When you spoke of wanting to be a ballerina as a young child & didn't get to try it out because you feel your parents fear of racism & oppression would hinder you more as a little black girl, I wanted to do something then. In that moment I wanted to see you shine with joy that I couldn't imagine just from seeing you smile from the memory of you in a sliver tutu, twirling around once your father got home from work.

At this point of the letter I'm in tears & need to keep them from getting the letter wet. How...why...he remembered such detail! After wiping my tears, I go back to reading the letter.

I know you've never had professional lessons & there's probably strict rules with new shoes, but I would like for you to try. Try putting them on, standing in them, or maybe a small spin. I'll be there soon to watch the joy stretch across your face as you enjoy this little piece of happiness.

Sincerely,

Your Min Yunki

I..I don't know what to say. Our gifts are always meaningful & intentional. Often than not, they aren't planned. THIS was planned. He’s calculated this since the day we met. I've been in this man's heart since day one. Part of that scares me because there were probably many a days where he doubted if I would give him a chance. As a black woman you can't get your hopes up about being with someone outside of your race, let alone with your own race half the time. To not be seen as person with the possibility of having the same interests as you & only as a sex fantasy/object, it's hard to drift. But HE did, the ENTIRE time. I put the letter back in the envelope, I took off my vans/socks & pull out one of the ballet pointes. I remember seeing videos of ballerinas bending the shoes & even burning the tips of the shoes. I was just trying them on but I went ahead and bended them. The color of them was so vibrant. Dark green is my favorite color but something about that color against my brown skin was so beautiful. I hiked up the bottom of my sweatpants & started to lace the shoes around my small ankles. Just then I heard the dance room door open, it's was him, MY Min Yunki. He was wearing black slim fitted jeans with a black button down shirt. He had zip up hoodie on & a wool coat over it. I got up and ran straight to him, tears re-wetting my face. I throw my arms around his shoulders, his wrapped around my waist.

"How?! How did you plan this? How did you even guess my size?" I cry into his neck

"I've been planning this for a while & I had to be sure you wouldn't expect it. You remember that random girls day you had with Hoseok's sister, Jisoo?" He states

I nod into his chest & he starts to walk us over to a bench adjacent to the door. We sit, me still holding onto him, him still holding onto me.

"Well, that day wasn't so random. Jisoo did want to hang out with you, but I added in some things to the day to help with my planning." As He spoke fondly as he remembered planning that day.

I looked up at him in complete awe of how far he went to do this amazingly simple gift, for me.

"The art gallery she was planning with you had an artist that solely paints ballerinas & IF you spoke of wanting to try ballet, I made the suggestion of going to a class later that day where they would size you. She,in turn,would relay that information to me. What I didn't expect was her description of the excitement you had when you were in class. It's something I've been wanting to experience the entire time I've known you." As he cups my face & I lean into his touch, he wipes the few tears that have escaped my eyes. I look back up at him & kiss him passionately. I have never been more lucky than I am right now with Min Yunki.

After a few intense kisses, I pull my lips away from him leaning my forehead against his.

"May I thank you properly now?" I ask him

He chuckles, "We still have about an hour & 45 min left. And I have yet to see my babygirl spin for me."

I smile & let out a little laugh, "Would you mind helping me up so I can get adjusted?"

I place another kiss on his lips & as he rises to his feet, he grips both of my hands, his palms facing up. He walks me away from the bench, I look at him, take a deep breath & stand on my tip toes. I smile at him with the biggest smile I've probably had in years since my fathers death. I pick my feet up one at a time & giggle at what I'm doing. Yunki looks at me & gives me a nod.

"Let's try walking, in small steps, in a circle around me." He says to me. The look I gave him of shock at losing his touch & fear I may fall. He reassures me as if he read my thoughts.

"I won't let go of you,ever" as he squeezes my hands, & he begins to walk me in a circle around him in my new ballet pointe shoes.

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seonmul gomabseubnida - 선물 고맙습니다 - (for the) gift thank you

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CHAPTERS: 01 : 02 : 03

THE GIFT MASTERLIST

[omnivorousshipper]

I dont know why I've been thinking about this alot lately but what if all the Shaws sibling had on elemental power that they had to keep a secret. Say Owen had fire, Hattie air and Deck water.

Would the secret come out, how would the crew and Luke react?!

Ooo! I always love writing the Shaws with superpowers! Especially with Owen having powers like Quicksilver/Flash

~~~

Owen smirked as he peeked around the corner and saw three guards lazing around the corridor. Almost too easy

Taking a deep breath, Owen let his powers flow off of him and raise the temperature around him. His powers reached incredibly distances and he could see the guards start to fidget with the increasing heat

When they were distinctly distracted, Owen pounced. All three went down with ease

Walking over the fallen guards, Owen smirked even harder

Far too easy. He didn't even need to draw a single flame

---

"You sure he can handle this himself?" Luke asked, glancing over to Deckard

He and the rest of the crew were sitting in their temporary hideout on the outskirts of the city and a few miles from the facility they were supposed to infiltrate. However, Deckard had convinced them to let Owen go in by himself and scope the place out

"He'll be fine." Deckard said flatly. There was no doubt in his mind that Owen could handle himself with ease

Looking back at the camera they had set up outside the facility, Luke wasn't quite so sure. Owen had a tendency for dramatics after all

---

It was only an hour later when they heard shouting come from Owen's radio

"I need backup!"

The crew didn't hesitate to pick up their gear and go running for their cars. It was only a short drive over to the facility, but when the crew drove up, their eyes widened

The whole place was on fire

"How the fuck did he do this?!" Dom shouted over to Deckard, who didn't even look at him. Both Hattie and Deckard took off in a sprint, ready to pull their brother out of the mess he made

Luke was only a step behind them, fearing what the other two Shaws were planning on doing. Especially when he saw both dive into the building, not even caring about the flames

Growling under his breath, Luke followed

The facility was quickly collapsing as Luke stepped through the entrance and was forced to pull his shirt over his nose. The smoke was thick and heavy around his head

He ignored all this in favor of following after Deckard and Hattie

They kept going through the facility, down several corridors and past guards who were shouting at them to get out. The smoke was too thick for the guards to even see that he and the Shaws weren't even supposed to be there

"Owen!"

Luke squinted through tears and smoke to see Owen struggling through the flames, stumbling and clutching at his side

But the strangest thing was that it didn't even seem that Owen even noticed the flames

They simply licked against him and didn't even singe his clothing

Deckard was the first to Owen as the younger Shaw collapsed to the ground. As Luke came to a stop next to the trio, he could see the large, dark spot on Owen's side

"Two bullets." Owen coughed and leaned heavily against Deckard

"Damn bastards!" Deckard hissed. He flung Owen's arm around his shoulders and pulled him to his feet

"Let me." Luke said, stepping forward to take Owen's weight. After a short staring contest with Deckard, the shorter man finally relinquished Owen to Luke

Easily hefting Owen, Luke followed after the other two. But quickly saw that they wouldn't be able to

"The building is too destroyed!" He shouted ahead of him

"Don't worry about that." Hattie shouted back at him as Deckard went ahead of them

Suddenly, Luke heard a sizzling noise

Before his eyes, he watched as Deckard moved his hand and water formed around him to smother the fire

Luke's mouth would be hanging open if he hadn't feared breathing in too much smoke

"How?" He shouted to Hattie

She simply turned to him and smirked

"How do you think Oh set all this fire?"

Luke blinked

Looking down at Owen, Luke shook his head. Predictable

Not dwelling on the idea, Luke dragged Owen out of the facility as he watched Deckard put out as much of the fire to get them out

Finally, fresh air blew into his face and he could finally breathe easier

The crew was standing a short ways away, no sign of the occupants of the facility in sight. The faint shrill siren of an ambulance was getting louder by the second

"Put him down." Deckard was suddenly at his elbow, grabbing at Owen

Luke gently put the smaller man on the ground and stepped away from the brothers. Deckard went to work on keeping pressure on Owen's wounds and keeping him awake

"Looks like he catalyzed the wound." Hattie mumbled next to him. "He relies on that trick too much."

Frowning, Luke turned towards Hattie as she glared at her brothers

"If Deck can control water, and Owen fire, you can...?"

Hattie smiled at him before twirling her fingers

A huge gush of wind slapped him in the face

Sighing, Luke should have guessed

~~~

I hope you enjoyed friend!

[brokemultidotexe]

Carry You Home Pt.1 | JJK [M]

↬ Pairing: Jungkook x OC [Dami]

↬ Summary: When Jungkook took a job in Syria to be a diplomat’s detail, he didn't expect to be assigned to her daughter, and he didn't expect to get along with her daughter so well. During an outing, Dami is taken and Jungkook doesn't know why or by who. Jungkook knows time is of the essence so he enlists the help of some friends with the right type of skills and does anything and everything he can to bring her home because it's no longer about his job...it's personal.

↬ Word Count: 3k

↬ Warning/Rating: None/M

↬ Genre: Action/Angst

↬ Part: 1 | 2

Jungkook flashed his badge to the guards at the gate while sitting in the black SUV he had been assigned while working at the Korean embassy. He didn't get it because it stuck out like a sore thumb and was too flashy to blend in, plus being in a place with mountains of sand made it impossible to keep clean. Not that it mattered, it wasn't his vehicle.

"You're clear." the guard in military fatigues handed him back his badge and waved him through the gate. The nice regal looking house stood before him as he pulled the car up to the front so the passenger side faced the door.

Jungkook stepped out slipping his shades on. He had truly come to hate sand. It got everywhere and when it would get windy or when sandstorms would hit, it was impossible to get clean. Being military detail for the Korean ambassador in Syria hadn't been his first choice, but with his mom, in need of money for her treatments there wasn't much option. Syria offered the most money for the least amount of time. No one stayed long and the risk factor was pretty high with things only getting worse as time went on. But he needed the money and luckily the family he was assigned to wasn't awful.

He walked inside the house and took his sunglasses off and slid them on the neck of his shirt. He nodded at the security detail that was on their way back outside, completely drenched in sweat. He definitely didn't envy them. He walked towards his first stop, which happened to be something he always looked forward to. He knocked on the door frame and peered in.

"Jungkook! I didn't know you were working today." he waved him inside with a warm smile.

Jungkook felt himself smile back, "Morning Mr. Yeo, I was requested by your wife. Apparently, Dami wants to go into town today and she asked if I would take her instead of the detail on duty."

He nodded, "Yes, Yeo-ah has been more worried lately. Of course, she can't tell us why, but she has tried limiting the time we're away from the house. Which of course Dami is giving her hell about."

"I would expect nothing less," Jungkook smirked.

"Yeah, I guess you wouldn't." He laughed.

"I'm going to head upstairs and save your wife the torment. When I get back, I'd like to talk to you about the book you lent me." Jungkook stated and Mr. Yeo beamed.

"Yes, of course!" Jungkook nodded and left the office. There were positives to the Yeo family, one being that Yeo Dongsoo happened to be a university professor of history and ethics. He worked remotely and mostly did online classes so he could be with his wife Minseo. Then there was their daughter Dami. Both of them had a rough start and constantly butted heads but within a few months, they started to consider each other as friends. So, it made working long hours a little more tolerable.

He made his way up the stairs and heard the godawful bubblegum k-pop music Dami listened to. He poked his head in and saw her drawing in the sketch pad he had bought her for her birthday last month. He walked in and turned the stereo off.

"Hey!" he watched her head pop up and minor annoyance graced her features.

"I'm doing you a favor in saving your ears from that god-awful racket." he walked over to her desk and sat down in the chair facing her, "I really need to get you into real music. American classic rock will speak to your soul Dami, I promise you."

"No thanks, I'll stick to my shitty pop music."

"Well in the car, I'm manning the radio. Last time will be the one and only time you touch the stereo in my car ever again."

Her face lit up, "Mom's letting me leave?"

"Looks that way, so get your shit and let's go." She scrambled from the bed and started searching for her shoes, "Where are you wanting to go?"

She smiled at Jungkook, "Jason wanted to meet for lunch in town."

He tried to hide his grimace. Jason was an American politician’s son and Dami and him had met at one of those fancy dinners for diplomacy and all of that. Jungkook couldn't stand Jason, everything about the guy just rubbed him the wrong way. He had tried to talk to Dami about it but it had ended in a fight and since then he kept his mouth shut and just made sure to keep an eye on him. Along with a threat that he would break every bone in Jason's body if he tried to pull anything with Dami. Jason had made the comment that Jungkook was in love with Dami, which was absurd. They were friends and enough of an age gap, that while legal, is only borderline socially acceptable. He also works for her parents and the Korean Government so with that whole list and the fact that they were just friends made his claim baseless. "Ready?" he asked as soon as she had her shoes on.

"Yup!" She smiled and followed him out the door and climbed into the passenger seat of the car. Jungkook pulled out of the gated estate and pulled out onto a paved road and headed into town.

He popped her hand when she tried to reach for the stereo, "Hey I wasn't joking. You lost DJ privileges." She stuck her tongue out at him and he rolled his eyes, "real mature Dami."

It didn't take very long to get into the busy part of town where Dami had chosen to meet up with Jason. Jungkook knew she tried to butter him up by choosing to eat with Jason at his favorite lunch spot. He found a parking space a little further down from the actual restaurant and parked the car. Both of them got out and started the small walk.

"Hey," Dami said softly looking over at him, "I wanted to thank you for taking me. I know Jason isn't your favorite person."

"My opinion doesn't matter. If he makes you happy then I can tolerate him." He gave her a smirk and she rolled her eyes but a smile followed.

Once her eyes fell on Jason, she hurried forward to greet him with a hug. Jason swooped down and gave Dami a passionate kiss before tilting his head back up, "Jungkook." he nodded towards his direction. It put him on high alert because of how territorial Jason was with Dami. He eyed him but nodded back.

"Dami I'm just going to sit over there," He pointed to a few tables down. He would be far enough away to give them privacy but close enough to keep a watchful eye on surroundings. The small restaurant had a patio in the front with tables and umbrellas that gave a brief relief from the beaming sun. He pulled out his phone and decided now would be a good time to write back to some emails from his mother and brother. He never spent too long with his eyes on his screen and always made sure to take a detailed sweep of the surroundings before going back to his phone. It was something had become second nature to him after being in the Special Forces. He made sure he was always aware of his surroundings. Once he was done he slid the phone back into his pocket and watched the two of them.

Jungkook never understood the appeal of Jason. He had to hear about how perfect he was and it irked him because no guy was perfect and they all wanted one thing, no matter what they told you. He had spent enough years in the service to read situations and read people. It was part of his job, a job that he was very good at. He had kept a watchful eye on Jason from the beginning. There was something that never sat right with him. Jason had issues with Jungkook since meeting with him and he never understood why. It had come across as jealousy until recently. He had started to look venomous at Jungkook every time they crossed paths. Jungkook noticed Jason trying to turn conversations to political topics, something he knew Dami detested. It wasn't long before Jungkook also noticed he would talk about Mr. and Mrs. Yeo and attempt to hold conversations that, to Jungkook, seemed like he was trying to fish for any information she was willing to divulge. Which wasn't much.

He was snapped away from his thoughts when he noticed the both of them stand up and Jason throws some money on the table. Jungkook stood up as well and weaved his way through the patio over to them when he noticed they had started to walk away and continued to put more distance between him and the two of them. He tried closing the distance between them but it seemed every person on the sidewalk felt the need to bump into him making getting to her a little harder. Once close enough he put his hand on Dami's shoulder and turning her towards him, "And where do you think you're going?" she knew better than to just take off.

"Jason wanted to show me a hole in the wall shop a few streets over." Dami bit her lip knowing she probably should have told Jason to wait for Jungkook.

"Hey, I've got her. She'll be with me." Jason interrupted grabbing DAMI's hand and pulling her closer to him.

"Not a chance in hell." Jungkook shook his head.

"I'm more than capable of keeping her safe from whatever dangers you Korean’s think is out here." Jason's slightly aggressive tone had Jungkook's training heighten his senses.

"Where she goes, I go," Jungkook said flatly.

"Dude, what is your problem? It's two streets over. She'll be fine." he pushed.

Jungkook felt the anger and annoyance start to bubble up in his chest, "I said no." his voice was low and he made sure to pronounce every single syllable. There was no way in hell Jungkook would let Dami take a walk without him. He knew more about the volatile dangers within their area than Dami did, but he had to keep it that way. He hated keeping information from her, especially when it would stop her from making rash decisions. Secrets were the one thing he hated most about his job.

"Look, you know Jungkook has to come. But he can stay a little further back so we have some privacy. Jason, you knew this was a thing from the beginning." She looked between them.

Jungkook shot her a look. She knew that he wasn't happy with her suggestion but her eyes pleaded with him and he fought within himself. He knew he shouldn't but he also knew she hadn't been out much lately and he didn't want her to feel like she was being smothered. He relented but his senses went on high alert. "I'll be a few paces behind, but that's it." He stared down Jason.

Jason's face was filled with anger and annoyance, but he also seemed panicked. Jason tugged on Dami's hand motioning her to continue walking. He pulled out his phone and was typing quickly his mouth in a straight line. He gently pulled on Dami's arm forcing her to walk faster which caused Jungkook to have to walk at a quicker pace. His eyes were sweeping the surroundings because something didn't feel right and he could feel it deep in his bones. He came to a group of men arguing and tried his best to go around them but each time it was as if he was being held up and lengthening the distance between Jungkook and Dami. His eyes scanned and came to a stop on a van. It was nondescript and he had remembered seeing it parked up the street when they had sat down at the restaurant and had kept an eye on it. He remembered seeing the tape that was around one of the side mirrors and the person in the driver seat had sat in the van but never moved or made any indication he was going to. This had put Jungkook on high alert, and he started watching people as discreetly as he could and hoping he could close the gap between him and Dami.

Jungkook reached behind him where his gun had sat all morning. He carefully turned the safety off just in case things went south and he needed to reach for it quickly. He made sure that the shirt that he wore laid back over it so it was hidden from view. He noticed Jason starting to look around and up and down the street. Jungkook heard the van before he saw it and he started rushing to close the distance between them.

“DAMI!” he yelled.

She turned to look at him while the van came into view and screeched to a halt right beside her. Jungkook broke out into a run and was weaving through people. He drew his gun with it pointed to the ground and watched as if it was in slow motion as the door slid open and someone reached out grabbing her. She fought back and went on the defensive just as Jungkook had taught her. She yelled for Jungkook and he pushed himself even harder and broke through the people. He stopped raised his gun and shot the guy's wrist that had a hold on her and felt great pleasure in hearing his howls of pain. His stomach dropped when he saw Jason start to fight her, forcing her into the van. She kicked at him and continued to yell. Jungkook couldn't take another shot without risking hitting her. She kicked out and came in contact with Jason's stomach causing him to bend over. Jungkook took that moment to line up his shot.

Two men rushed him from the alley with knives in hand. By instinct, Jungkook elbowed one in the face disarming him and kicking the knife away and the other came at him forcing Jungkook to pull the trigger as the guy had been ready to throw the knife at him. The man slumped to the ground. His momentum had been slowed and he called out to DAMI. Jason looked back at Jungkook and brought his elbow to her face and her body went limp. She disappeared into the van and Jason followed. Jungkook raised his gun and aimed for the tires as the van drove away but he was never able to get a clear shot.

"Fuck!" He yelled and within seconds he was running back to the SUV that was parked around the corner. He knew he didn't have long before he would lose them. He yelled for people to get out of his way and pushed the ones that didn’t move fast enough out of his way. He rushed to the driver side and climbed into the vehicle and started the engine and throwing it into drive not even bothering to check his mirrors the shift to drive was quick and gravel shot out from under the tires as he shot down the street with his seatbelt swings beside him, completely ignored. He ran a stop sign and turned right cutting off a car and speeding through the makeshift downtown area hoping to close the distance between him and the piece of shit van.

Jungkook pulled out his phone and held down the number three and turned it on speaker and tossing it on the dashboard as he weaved in and out of traffic. Within two rings he heard a voice that made him want to yell in triumph.

"What Jeon? I'm busy trying to get laid." a familiar voice floated through the speakers.

"Yoongi I need you to track a phone for me." He rushed out and laid on the horn when someone got in his way.

"Jungkook I'm kind of in the mid-"

"Yoongi, please! Someone took Dami and I'm so far behind them I'm not sure I'll be able to find them without it." He begged because his job was to protect her and he had failed.

"Alright, hold on." He heard shuffling and a muffled voice, "Okay what's her phone number?"

"96356891224 and I need it now Yoongi."

"I know Jungkook, I'm working on it. The internet isn't exactly top-notch out here."

"Yoongi," he warned. He didn't care if Yoongi was older he didn’t have time to care about coming off as an asshole.

"Okay, it looks like she's about ten kilometers west of you."

"West?" he was confused. He couldn't remember any threats that were west of their area.

"Yeah, it looks like they might not be on a road anymore."

Jungkook cursed, "Is there any way that you could try and keep her on GPS and try to keep me on course to intercept them? I'm sure I could probably ch-"

"The signal dropped."

"What!?"

"I mean it could be a satellite thing, but it's unlikely. My guess is they ditched the sim card." He could hear the sound of Yoongi’s typing.

Jungkook punched the steering wheel and yelled, "Goddammit!" He pulled off the road and punched the wheel over and over.

"I can keep an eye on her number and let you know if it pops back up." He said sympathetically.

"I'm headed your way." He shook out his hand and turned the car around heading towards Yoongi’s house and hoping that he could help and give him something to go on. At this point, he didn't have much information and he didn't want to call the Yeo’s yet without having more information and a plan on how to get her back.

AN: Pulling this from the depths of my writing folder and figured I could go ahead and post for the first chapter since I already have a few written. like, reblog, smile, all that good stuff.

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Request Tom Hiddleston x reader @disneyoncerlover815

Request: @disneyoncerlover815 Part one! Part two coming soon...

So for the imagine I commented on them on set. Yes like Tom & Reader working on set together.

Maybe like a run down on a day on set. Like Tom has to wake Reader up to get ready to go to set because she loves to sleep and he bribes her with coffee (that’s how it works for me) . They practice lines while getting hair and makeup done. They comment on each other’s costume. Flirt and joke on set & then come home exhausted but love it because they get to work together. Something like that lol. You can of course add more things that might happen but that was just in my head after reading your first imagine :)

Tom walked up the steps of Y/N's trailer opening the door slowly, you had flown in late last night from filming reshoots in Australia for another film you had been working on and decided on crashing here to save the time it took to get to the studio.

He almost tripped over your bags that you had tiredly abandoned in the walkway, laughing to himself as he saw the usual path of clutter that only happened when you were exhausted. You lived your life in an OCD state but if you were jet lagged and unsupervised tornado y/n occurred.

Clothes were strewn to the floor, a pair of black stilettos sitting on the kitchen counter next to your laptop, which still had an email opened from your manager you had long abandoned. He made his way to the small bedroom, smiling as he noticed you curled up on top of the covers using one of his hoodies as a make shift blanket.

"Hey," he sat down on the bed setting the Starbucks cup on the nightstand as he brushed y/c/h behind your ear, "wake up love." His voice made a small whine escape your throat as you stirred, your hand blindly reaching for his.

"Five more minutes," you whispered your fingers lacing with his as you kissed his knuckles curling your body around him.

"Hmm, as much as I'd like to say yes, we've got to catch up on today's scenes. Joss changed some things around yesterday, he said he emailed you..." he began but you interrupted him blindly holding up the sides (revised script pages) you had been reading and memorizing.

"I'm already ahead of you love," you smiled now rolling onto you back as you rubbed your eyes reaching for your glasses, your hair spilling over the pillows.

"There she is," he grinned as you finally shook yourself awake. "I don't know why you didn't let me pick you up from the airport or at least come to the hotel when you got in."

"My phone died and I didn't have a converter for "Omaha"," you mused rolling her eyes. You and Tom were proudly British, and although you loved being in the States, filming was supposed to take place in LA. Somehow the cast had been thrown to New Mexico for the duration of filming. "I didn't want to wake you."

"Coffee?" He pointed to the side table and you instantly brightened up taking a long drink, the hot liquid burning your tongue but you didn't care, you needed caffeine. "So we've got hair and make up in twenty minutes, I thought we could rehearse for a bit."

"So it's all business with you today?" You mused raising an eyebrow in his direction.

His blue eyes softened as he reached for you pulling you quickly into his arms planting a soft kiss on your lips, "I can mix business and pleasure, love."

Your hands held his face pulling him harder against you, your lips moving in a frenzy. Tom nibbling at your bottom lip, his teeth pulling it gently,"I missed you." He pressed his lips against you rougher this time, sliding his tongue in your mouth. Trailing your hands across his chest pulling into him tighter against your mouth drawing out a whimper in your throat. Tom continued kissing you, his hands reaching to pull you closer to him gripping your waist, as you pulled him down on the bed so he was hovering over you. You two were completely caught up in each other until a knock on the door interrupted your small reunion.

"Hey Y/N you in here? I've got your itinerary..." Casey the directors assistant filed in stopping short when she noticed you and Tom lip locked on your bed, "Crap! I'm sorry," she turned her face red, "hair and make up finished up with Chris so they sent me for you guys...I'm so sorry."

"Come on love," Tom smiled kissing you swiftly before pulling you to follow Casey.

You groaned sliding your shoes as you grabbed your phone, "I need more coffee."

Casey filed out of the trailer with you two on her heels, but before you stepped out he turned to you, "this will be finished later love." He leaned in pressing a soft kiss to your lips, making you dread today's work load even more.

Two more cups of coffee you and Tom were all smiles catching up and going over the script as the make up team went to work transforming you to your characters.

"Y/N do they not have brushes in Australia? You're all knotted," Lacey the hair stylist teased as she went to detangling her mess of blonde hair.

"Why can't I wear a wig like Tom?" She laughed tossing a make up brush in his direction as Sarah the other hair stylist began the process of fitting his wig cap.

"A proper lady should address me so," he smirked his Loki voice taking over as he eyed you in the mirror. "Do I need to ask you to kneel."

"Enchantress kneels for no man, love," she teased breaking into character. "Did they figure out a way to make my costume more movable yet?" She turned to the costume designer as they brought in both of theirs.

They went back and forth for the rest of the duration improving lines as well as going over the scenes for the day. Y/N was exhausted but being with Tom even at work was better than being stuck in Australia alone.

"My my if it isn't the most beautiful women in all of Asguard," Robert Downey Jr smiled walking in as he leaned down kissing you in the cheek. "And the second most beautiful women, Tom nice hair." He teased.

"You're way to extra right now, Downey," you laughed, "I'm working on three hours of sleep so please tell me the shenanigans will be at a minimum today."

"Me? I'm not the one who breaks character," he laughed popping a blueberry into his mouth.

"That's because you're always in character." Tom laughed.

"Well I'll leave you to it, if we can finish this up we're all going to have dinner if you guys are up for it," Robert smiled, "Text me." He waved his phone waltzing out of the trailer.

You stood now as they finally tamed your hair in rollers your makeup basically finished, you immediately started stripping to slide into the costume, "we have dressing rooms Y/Nickname."

You had already shed into just a pair of panties and you felt Tom's eyes on you. "It's nothing he hasn't seen," you let the costume girl move the corset on tightening it.

"Well I haven't seen it in a while," he teased averting his eyes as politely as possible, his eyes falling over the tattoos the make up artist tried to cover up as you zipped up in each piece of the outfit you were wearing for the fight scene. Once they finished you walked over behind his chair leaning down to kiss his pulse point, "12 hours love...can you make it 12 more?" She teased.