#inspired by the beautiful heartbeat mv

[longlive-electraheart]

ʙᴀɴɢᴛᴀɴ | sᴇɴsᴇ8 ᴀᴜ

seven strangers are thrust into each other's lives, each other's secrets, and in terrible danger. They share a connection, feelings and abilities as they try to avoid their extermination.

[gopeachllama]

Cuban Cigars and Cardinal Kisses

a.n/: ... ok in my defense, its still nessian month somewhere....

This fic was inspired by the mv of suit & tie by justin timberlake (the source of this AMAZING gif). its honestly one of my favourite mvs of all time. i watched again recently and it just screamed nessian to me so i wrote this. if you wanna get into the vibesTM of the fic then i highly recommend watching the mv before you read it!

reblogs and comment are highly appreciated!

Fandom: A Court Thorns and Rose by Sarah J Maas

Relationship: Nesta Archeron & Cassain

Warnings: Explicit sexual content

Word Count: 5500

Ao3

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Like most other nights at Velaris Lounge, there was already a drink waiting for the man at his arrival. Picked from their finest, and most expensive collection; a finger of Lagavulin’s sixteen years-old single malt scotch whiskey in a crystal tumbler, as so directed by the gentleman. Cassian Khan, six feet and two inches of fine grooming and tailored suit, strode inside through the exclusive entrance way. Liquor in hand, he stood for a moment, lazily scanning the scene before him with deep inhale. He welcomed the soft ambience lighting, the sharp scent of spiced tobacco smoke and the quiet chatter of wealthy men and women overlayed by the sensual drawl of jazz instruments. Cassian’s blood thrummed in time with the low rhythmic thump of the bass. Day light did not reach this place. The place where night – its sole ruler – became something wholly living, pulsating, breathing. This was Cassian’s home. His fucking castle. Sending a roguish smile and a wink to the waitress still standing-by, he headed for his preferred seat by the foot of the stage.

He spotted Rhysand before he sat down. His childhood friend was draped elegantly over his throne of cushioned velvet, one leg crossed over the other, and taking long drags from the joint between his lips. Wicked delight glinted in Rhys’ dark eyes as he watched his friend unbutton his jacket and drop into his own lounge chair across from him. There were no strobe lights directly over the area where they sat; the darkness surrounding Rhys wore him just as finely as his thousand-dollar suit.

Rhys picked up his own, amber-coloured drink and tipped it in Cassian’s direction, “brother,” He greeted. Opaque slivers of smoke curled out and around his teeth and dissolved into the air as he spoke. “Just in time.”

So, it seemed. Their other friend, Azriel, was nowhere to be seen. Cassian’s gestures mirrored Rhys’ as he toasted his friend and took sip from his drink. The liquor ran down his throat, smooth as honey, and he sprawled against the back of his seat. He reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and fished out two slim packages, handing one to Rhys and working on the other. Once the plastic wrapping was removed, he brought it to his faced and dragged the length of it under his nose as he inhaled. The aroma of spice and rich wood flooded his senses and he let out a low, satisfied hum. With an eager smirk, Cassian prepared the crisp Cuban Montecristo No.2 with sturdy, brown fingers. When he was done, he raised the lit cigar to his mouth and took a deep breath. Coating his tongue, expanding his lungs, and coursing through his veins, he allowed the heady fumes to fill him. And he came alive.

Cassian scrutinised his companion through the tendrils of smoke as he exhaled, “looking a little eager tonight, Rhys. A special night?”

“Isn’t it always?” Rhys drawled as he watched the sinuous bodies on stage from the corner of his eye.

Cassian couldn’t argue with that. Nights at Velaris Lounge seemed to exist in an entirely different space and time.

Cassian and Rhys’ continued talking, and there was no shortage of subject matters, with Cassian being the head of security for Rhys’ company. They usually avoided mixing work and pleasure, though Rhys’ often proclaimed that both could be the same thing under the right circumstances. Cassian was inclined to agree.

Soon, the conversation was swallowed up by a lull in the music and a dim of the lights. Cassian readied himself by settling further into his chair. The music quickened in tempo, and anticipation charged through air as trumpets beckoned the start of the performance. His arrival was announced through the speakers, in a sweeping, grandiose declaration.

His best friend since childhood, and the remaining member of their trio; Azriel glided onto centre-stage with hard forged confidence. A lit joint in one hand, and a crystal tumbler in the other, Azriel sang. Smoothing, melodic sounds as he moved around the mic stand with loose limbs and an easy smile on his face. It always warmed Cassian, seeing his friend like that. Seeing how he changed when he was on his stage. So different to the man he was outside of this place. To how he used to be. It was a gentle, endearing reminder to Cassian, of their struggles, their triumphs. Of how far they’ve come – how far he’scome and never looked back.

The bass thrummed, trumpets shrilled, and drums pounded. The timbre of Azriel’s voice streamed effortlessly alongside the various overlaying pitches of the backup singers. The song was all jazzy and funky at the same time, that had Cassian idly tapping his foot in time with the beat. This performance was unfamiliar to his ears. Usually, Azriel made the effort to rehearse his potential performances with his brothers present. And though this wasn’t the first time, it still occurred rarely enough that it had him slightly arching his eyebrows up in surprise.

Before he could think anything more of it, the tempo of the music changed, lowering in pitch and slowing to a steady beat, the rhythmic thump of the bass vibrated the ground at his very feet. The lights flashed before going out completely, blanketing everything under darkness. There was a charge of bated breath in the air, but Cassian was never afraid of the dark. Blood thrummed through his veins in anticipation.

A single spotlight turned on and landed on centre stage. Revealing Azriel’s silent retreat, as if he had melted into the very shadows. But she stood there, in his place. Cassian’s breath hitched at the unfamiliar figure. Burnished gold hair spilling down her back, long legs clad in thigh-high stockings and stiletto heels. And black laced lingerie, covering across her generous breasts, her perky ass, and a garter belt strung around her at the dips of her waist. Piercing steel-grey eyes.

She stood for a breath. One, two, three. And then shemoved.

Cassian catalogued it all. Every flick of her fingers, every sway of her hips, every arch of her back. The gleam of her pearly-white teeth anytime she smiled just wide enough. And Cassian knew, that even when this was all over, she would continue to haunt him every time he closed his eyes.

The pale strobe light casted over her in black and white. Highlighting the curves of her body, with shadows mingling in every dip. The valley of her breast, the ridge down the middle of her toned, flat stomach, the notches of her spine. Cassian felt the phantom press of marble on the tips of his fingers, and they flexed uselessly on the arm of his chair. He wondered if it would feel just as cold if he caressed her unblemished skin. Every now and then, her skin would shimmer; it was beads of moisture that got caught under the spotlight. Perhaps it was droplets of her perfume, that he could smell the barest hints of this close to the stage. Or maybe it was her sweat. Cassian couldn’t tell the difference with the scent. Not that he cared one single bit.

He blinked, and in the next moment, she was on the ground, hands and knees on either side of the turned over mic stand. She dipped low, her cleavage only a breath away from the cool surface of the stage. Then, she reached down her body, and thrusted the mic stand through her splayed open legs. Cassian bit down on an audible groan. She was steel forged in fire and melded under the steady beat of a synth bass drum. It was a brutal, devastating kind of beauty. Cassian may have been a little bit in love. And undeniably rock-fucking-hard in his pants.

In on final turn, she was on her back and propped up on an elbow. Then, so slowly, in time with the bass, much like his own thundering heartbeat, she raised one leg. It stopped for a beat when it was perpendicular to the ground. And she waited, like she knew there was not a single breath being drawn in the room. Like she knew all eyes were latched onto her. The movement was slower, again, when it continued. She stretched herself, and Cassian lost the battle to look away from the thin strip of black lace nestled between her thighs. Her leg eventually rested on her shoulder, held there with a single finger twirled around the heel of her stiletto. The music dropped out completely, and silence consumed the Lounge. The air went heavy, a tangible taste in Cassian’s mouth. And then she tipped her head back, hair flowing to the floor in golden waves, and basking the length of her neck to the single spotlight above. The corners of her mouth curled, oh so slowly. Her cardinal red lips standing out on her pale skin, like blood spilt on pristine marble. She smiled, shamelessly, secretly. The sight of her wide open to the patrons of the Lounge and filthy promise stained on her lips; so debauched, Cassian could hear Rhys shifting in his seat breaking through the silence. He felt the burn in his lungs from the lack of air, but he didn’t dare to move in the slightest. Afraid he would shatter the moment completely. But before Cassian could think to greedily take in every inch of her, the stages plunged into darkness once again. And when light returned, she was gone, and Azriel was there. The mic stand up righted, and a casting knowing smirk. At him.

The music went back to its previous tempo, as strobe lights flashed and soft chatter resumed within the audience. But it was all a dull noise in his ears.

“Who is she?” Cassian sounded a little breathless.

Rhys continued to watch the space she had just vacated. “She showed up a week ago, asking for a job. We told her that we weren’t looking for any new dancers… And she just stripped right there, down to her under-things and started moving. She didn’t even wait for the band,” He turned back to Cassian, and that wicked smile was back in full force, “Az hired her before she even finished her piece.”

“Why didn’t you tell me about her?” There was a slight edge in his voice, but Cassian never got his answer. The music ebbed, cueing the end of Azriel’s performance. As usual, He didn’t linger for the moderate applause. Grabbing a glass of liquor off a tray waiting for him at the base of the stage, he stepped off, and headed straight for his two friends.

“Spectacular as always, Az,” Rhys remarked as Azriel loosened his tie and dropped into the remaining empty seat. Cassian saluted the arrival his friend with a tip of his drink in his direction before upending in one swig and signalling for another one. He pulled out a fresh, new Cuban from his pocket and passed it to Azriel. The latter knowingly took his time. Getting it ready with deft, scarred fingers before finally bringing it up to his lips before, again, taking a slow drag from it. Cassian’s whole body thrummed with question; the words mingled on his tongue along with the sharp aftertaste of expensive whiskey. But Azriel beat him to it.

“So, Cass. How do you like your birthday present?” flicking an eyebrow upwards, he smirked around the cigar propped in the corner of his mouth.

Cassian tensed and waited a moment, carefully choosing his words. “My birthday is in July, jackass.” But Cassian was never the careful type.

Rhys gave a short laughed before replying, “we’ll take that as a thank you.”

“Hello, boys,” A sweet voice came from behind Cassian’s ear. It was once of their long-time waitstaff-turned-dancers. A gorgeous, lithe, little thing. Dressed in sleek, black slacks and a sheer-laced bralette. And even though they smiled politely at both Cassian and Azriel, and placed a new drink in front of the former, Cassian knew the real reason for their appearance.

“Doll,” strobe lights glittered in Rhys’ eyes as he reached for their hand and pressed a kiss onto delicate fingers, “you were absolutely exquisite tonight.”

The dancer melted as they dropped into the space under the man’s arm. And even Cassian marvelled at the way the ambient light made their black skin glow like obsidian.

Azriel sent a soft smile in their direction, “Tarquin,” he greeted with a slight nod. They went to answer, but words were all for naught when Rhys began ghosting his lips along the crook of their neck and shoulder.

Cassian went back to the important matter at hand, “her name?”

Toying with the lace at the edge of Tarquin’s bralette, Rhys didn’t bother to look Cassian’s way as his smile turned feline, “Narcissus.”

He waited for more but when his friend didn’t go to elaborate – more interested with tracing his tongue in the hollow of Tarquin’s collarbone – Azriel did it for him. “It’s an alias, of course. But she had that look in her eyes, you know? Like she was one of us. It didn’t matter to me what her name was.”

Narcissus. The word struck a chord deep within Cassian. And even though he didn’t know her real name, he had to have her. He may go mad if he didn’t. Perhaps he already had. One of the staff girls melted from the shadows and spoked into Azriel’s ear. His gaze shifted to behind Rhys’ head and Cassian followed it with his own to a couple sitting a few tables down from them. She was halfway on her partner’s lap, rubbing idle circles into his splayed thigh and giggling at whatever he was whispering into her hair, while he met Azriel’s stare from the corner of his eye with wicked promise. Azriel’s lips tipped up lazily from one corner when he returned his heavy gaze back to his friends.

“The couple over there would like to express their praises,” He just said.

Cassian scoffed and Rhys waved an idle hand, “I’ll see you in the morning then, brother.”

Azriel stood and drained the rest of his drink before meeting Cassian eye with a slight tug of his mouth and flicking his chin in the general direction of the bar behind him. Cassian jerked his head over his shoulder and scanned the length of the bar. His attention snagged on a familiar small back, and stockings and stiletto clad legs hooked around the leg of a bar stool. He almost lurched from his seat as he looked back to the two men with him. But Azriel was gone. Already at the other table, one hand placed on the man’s shoulder and pressing a kiss onto the woman’s cheek. Tarquin was straddling Rhys. His friend lightly caressed a single finger up and down their spine while his other hand remained draped across the back of the lounge as the pair traded deep kisses that would have been inappropriate in any other public setting. Cassian and his two closest and longest friends; well, they never made the habit of saying goodbye to each other. He left the sitting area and headed for the bar.

Cassian stepped up to the bar just in time to hear a low voice ask the bartender, “scotch. Neat.”

He didn’t miss a beat. “From the finest bottle for the lady. And make it a double.”

The lady did not move to face the newcomer. Only with a slight tip of her chin, she watched him with piercing, unreadable eyes as he watched her. All of her: loose golden hair, long neck, straight back, legs crossed, one hand on her knee. She sat on that bar stool like it was her throne. She wore a slim black dress now, hiding nothing Cassian hadn’t already seen for himself when she was on that stage. He flexed his hand at his side and sent her a cool, suave smile.

“On the house,” he said as he settled into the stool next to the dancer. “For your captivating opening performance at the Lounge.”

When both drinks were handed to them, Cassian tipped his toward the woman and took a generous swig. “I’m-”

“I know who you are. Mister Khan,” she cut him off, luscious lips in a straight line and manicured nails rapping on the bar surface.

Cassian was thankful that he had already sat down, for he would have been rendered to his knees at the mere sound of her voice had he not. It was the slight curl of her tongue, and a curve of her lips, that gave it a breathy, raspy sound. She had a faint accent. French. If Cassian hadn’t already decided to take her to his bed, he most certainly did now. He wanted to know how his name would sound from those sinful lips. He wanted to know what her moans sounded like. Her cries of extasy. Her laugh.

“You are my boss, no?” She asked, peering over the rim of the crystal glass at her mouth.

I am if you want me to be. “Technically.” Along with Rhysand and Azriel, they all own equal shares of Velaris Lounge. “But I prefer the term benefactor.”

There it finally was. A small tug at the corner of her mouth. And Cassian relaxed, satisfied at the sight of it. She eyed the Cuban cigar that was still between Cassian’s fingers. Without any further prompt, he offered the unlit end to her. She took hold of it between two lithe fingers and brought it to her mouth. And Cassian watched in utter reverence. As if the scene unfolded before him in slow motion. Her lips wrapped around the thick end of the cigar. And Cassian’s hand curled hard around the edge of the table. shadows swarmed into the hollow of her cheeks, as she inhaled. And Cassian stopped breathing entirely. Her eyes flashed as she watched him the whole time. As if she could see. Somehow, in the dim, ambient lighting. The cinch in his jaw. The sudden, unbearable tightness in his pants. As if she could hear. Somehow, over the entrancing melody of jazz instruments. The depraved thoughts going through his mind. Of the way he ached to know what her lipstick would look like smudge all over his cock. And then, as if she knew. She curled her lips slightly around the cigar, before removing it from her mouth. Leaving behind a perfect imprint of her cardinal stained lips. Teeth grinding together, Cassian had to physically force down a groan.

Doing anything at all to wade through the thick haze of arousal clouding his mind, he rasped, “so how has the lounge been treating you so far.”

“This place is called the city of dreams, no?” she said, “I never believed that, until I came here. That it could be this simple.”

Cassian couldn’t help the pride that bloomed in his chest. One of us. Azriel had said. “What do you dream of?”

Her eyes wandered behind them to the stage, remained there for a heartbeat, then returned to him. Resolve glinted in them. “To have everything I’ve ever wanted.”

A dangerous smile overtook his features, “well, Velaris is the kind of place where getting everything you want is just the beginning.”

She turned in her seat to fully face him. The slit of her dress shifted in the process, exposing the entire length of her thigh and the laced hem of her thigh-high stockings around it. Cassian’s eyes dropped to it instantly. And like some compulsion, his idle hand went to ghost a single finger over it. She didn’t move away.

“And what is it that you want, mister Khan?” those words ran smooth from her lips, like the expensive scotch she held in her hand.

Cassian wanted to be set ablaze by the heat in her ember eyes.

“I want to know your real name, sweetheart.”

The woman blinked slowly. “Why should I tell you?” she breathed. Her voice now barely over a whisper. The casual glances to his lips occurred far more frequently.

“Because,” Cassian’s words turned heavy as the atmosphere became sharp, like a kindle before a flame, “I need to be able to remind you what it is when I’m fucking you so hard that you won’t remember it.”

If she was flustered at his crude language, she hadn’t shown it. Cassian had no doubt that a woman such as herself was used to receiving such propositions from all kinds of people. She only regarded him; one second, two seconds. Then, her eyelids fluttered, and her lips curved slowly. She smiled; that same secret smile she had given earlier. To no one in particular, on that stage where no one could take their eyes off her. She brought the cigar back to her mouth and took a long drag. The glowing end that illuminated the space between them was nothing compared to the inferno of desire raging within Cassian. Pinning him with an unwavering glaze, she leaned forward, as delicate tendrils of smoke curled around her blood-red lips like silver flames. The last of it danced along Cassian’s cheek when she drew close enough to whisper his damnation.

“Nesta.”

***

The first time he fucked her that night, they barely made it to the couch just beyond the foyer of his penthouse apartment. Cassian took Nesta as she was when he first laid eyes on her. Midnight laced lingerie, garter belt, thigh-high stockings, stilettos, and all. Her dress and coat, and his tie and suit jacket were promptly discarded somewhere by the front door, as he pushed her down on knees and elbows, and pressed her face firmly into the soft, cool surface. Cassian was enthralled, possessed, savaged. And he barely had half the mind to rip open a condom and roll it onto his cock, as he moved aside the damp slit of her panties to reveal a swollen, throbbing cunt. Nesta was ready for him. He had made sure of that when he spent the better part of the drive home with his hand up her dress, as cunning fingers rubbed at her clit over the rough material of her panties. He was pretty sure there would soon be a speeding ticket with his name on it. But he couldn’t bring his self to give a fuck. He only hoped that the image taken by the speeding camera; of Nesta moaning and writhing in the passenger seat of his European sports car, would dissuade the cops from sending it. Cassian wound his hand around the back of Nesta’s garter belt and fisted the other into her hair, as he fucked her in ruthless, powerful thrusts. He came, harder than he ever had in his life. Spilling into the condom inside of her with bruising fingertips and clenched teeth. And Nesta followed not seconds later, with Cassian groaning and uttering filthy fucking promises into her skin.

He fulfilled those promises, just moments later. When Nesta was barely over the throws of her earth-shattering orgasm. Her ruined panties and stilettoes were gone, and her lace bra was push down beneath the curve of her breasts. Her sensitive nipples puckered from the earlier onslaught of Cassian’s tongue and teeth. She mewled at the feeling of the heated skin of her ass pressing onto the cool granite surface when Cassian lifted her onto his dining table. Anticipation pooled in her eyes like molten silver when two rough hands spread her knees wide apart. Cassian never considered himself a religious man. But there was something so unequivocally holy in that moment; Nesta’s gasping and moaning her pleas in abandon, while Cassian knelt and worshipped her flesh. Fingers and tongue worked in expert harmony, as he tasted every inch of her sopping cunt.

When they finally made it to the bed, Nesta was bare down to only her stockings – at Cassian’s adamant insistence. Her soaked panties were left with his thousand-dollar suit; crumpled on the dining area floor. Her bra and garter belt were practically torn off and dumped along the way of their frantic journey to his bedroom. Her long, burnished gold hair was spread generously over his charcoal bed sheets, like golden silk on molten rock. Briefly, Cassian wondered if those lavish strands were long enough to brush against the plush carpet on the floor, while her head was tipped over the edge of his bed, and his hard length plunged deep into her awaiting mouth. Cassian banished the thought instantly, lest their latest coupling end far too soon for his liking. One stocking clad leg was thrown over his shoulder. While the other, was pressed into the memory foam mattress, held down hard by a large, muscled hand. Cassian was drunk on the sight of Nesta like this. She was wholly stretched out by him; beyond anything he has ever attempted before with anyone else. And he silently thanked whatever depraved God watching over them, for her lithe, dancer’s body that could take it, and then some.

The blush that began at her cheeks, slowly made its way down her neck and to her chest. Mascara was smudged around her glazed eyes; faint tracks of it running down her face and into her hairline. The sleek lines of her dark red lipstick were nothing but whispers of what it once was on those beautiful, luscious lips. Perfect, cock-sucking lips. No doubt Cassian would find the rest of it imprinted on his plush, Italian leather couch. At that point in the night, Nesta’s mouth was open in a constant ‘O’ shape. Her pink, wet tongue periodically coming out to tangle with his. She was a sight of pure debauchery. And it was nothing short of a masterpiece. With each powerful thrust, Nesta body jerked with the force of it, her supple breasts bouncing in tandem. And Cassian was hypnotised by the rhythmic movement of her hardened nipples.

Cassian had taken many women to his Californian king-size bed. Beautiful women. Exquisite women. Some of them shy, some of them playful. And most were downright sinful. But Nesta. Nesta, Nesta. Cassian Khan felt like one of the greats. Like fucking Michelangelo, like Sandro Botticelli. Seeing how he was making her writhe beneath him like that; manicured fingers twisted in the bed sheets, arched back, neck bared, skin painted in the soft glow of the spectrum of city lights glittering through the floor to ceiling windows. Seeing how she was open completely, and unyieldingly to him. Taunt flesh rippling under the pearly skin of her flat stomach. Her soddened, swollen cunt, stretched deliciously around his considerable girth. She was priceless renaissance painting that belonged in a museum for the world to see. The Dance of Narcissus, he would call it.

With a guttered groan, Cassian broke through the moans, the pants, and the slick sounds of rock-hard flesh rubbing against soft, wet flesh. “Sweetheart, your pussy is perfect. Like it was made for me.” He couldn’t look away. At Nesta stretched out before him. A precious oasis to a dying, dehydrated man. He would do anything. Give anything – his cock, his time, his money – to keep her coming back to his bed.

“One day, I’m going to fuck you raw. Would you like that, sweetheart?” Nesta could only whimper in response. Which spurred Cassian to go faster, deeper. Harder. “I’ll fuck you so hard. Stuff you so full of my cum, you won’t walk properly for a week.”

Cassian snaked his free hand up her body, fingers caressing over her sensitive skin along the way. He drove it into her hair and gripped harshly onto the strands at the back of her head. “You’ll get up on that stage, and dance for all those filthy-minded men. But it’ll be me dripping out of your tight, little pussy and down your gorgeous legs.”

“Cass!” Nesta cried out. Desperate to touch him, she reached out, digging her sharp nails into his tensed bicep. Cassian welcomed the pain.

“Fuck Nesta. So, fucking perfect for me.” He knew he was close to his release, but he wanted her clenching around him before that. With hard tug of her hair, he made Nesta look him in the eye. Cassian felt the muscles of her thigh trembling at her impending climax beneath the hand that held down her leg to the mattress. “One more time, sweetheart. Come for me, I know you can.”

Nesta shattered around him, just like that. Never taking her eyes from him the entire time, as she gasped and thrashed beneath him. Incoherent words spilt in between each heaved breath. Cassian could only comprehend a word here and there; it was mostly in French. And he didn’t stop. Even as she cried out, begging for reprieve. Begging for more. Cassian pushed her legs even further apart, driving deeper into her limp, pliant body, brushing against places that had never been touched. A bead of sweat rolled down the length of his forehead and nose, before landing in the valley of Nesta’s breasts. Cassian breath stuttered as his cock tightened. And there were barely seconds for him to pull out completely from her over-sensitive flesh. Nesta choked at the sudden loss, but Cassian ignored her muffled protests. In one swift motion, he ripped the condom from his throbbing cock, and pumped the exposed length, once, twice, thrice. And Cassian came undone. He shouted Nesta’s name as ribbons of cum painted her breasts and stomach. Nesta. Nesta. Nesta. He chanted her name over and, and over again. Until he was nothing. Until her name was but an imprint forever in his memory. A promise.

***

They had fucked one more time. Hours later, in the watery, grey light of dawn. Cassian awoke to soft mounds pressed against his back. To tongue and teeth dragging along the stubble on his jawline, and a delicate hand wrapped firmly around his erection. There was nothing separating their skin from head to toe. Nesta’s stocking were nowhere in sight. Not that Cassian cared to look anywhere beyond what was right in front of him at that moment. They shifted in unison, and she straddled him. Somehow, in all their lazy moments, Nesta had already rolled a condom it onto his shaft, while his eyelids were still heavy with sleep. And before he had the chance to touch her, she wordlessly sank onto him, teeth embedded into her bottom lip. Nesta waited, impaled on Cassian’s cock. Adjusting to his sheer size despite already having him twice before. Her flush was gone, but her skin was littered with the evidence of their carnal frenzy from merely hours ago. The first light of day, lit hair up like a golden vail spilling over her shoulders. She was breathtaking, so he told her. But she had not paid attention to his adorations. No, for the first time since they met the previous night. Nesta drank the entirely bare, magnificent sight of him. Her eyes ran over his rich brown skin. Every mountain and valley of muscle in his arms and abdomen. The notch of his throat. The sharp, brutal planes of his face. His molten, hazel eyes. The intricate black lines of ink that spanned his pectorals and biceps.

“Homme exquis.” Nesta murmured softly, as she lifted her hips.

Bodies, supple and hard, moved together. Deeply, and slowly with the rising sun. Chasing any lingering tastes of Cuban cigars and single-malt scotch. Once more. Cassian would want to have her once more, to match the frantic, carnal passion from the previous night. But he restrained himself. Being too content with that moment in the silence of an early morning. With Nesta tracing his tattoo with fingertips and tongue, and Cassian’s nosed buried into her damp hair. She must have showered while he slept. And he was consumed with the scent of him on her. He thought of her using his shampoo, his soap, his towel, and something small and warm burrowed deep within his chest.

They found their releases with each other, Nesta right after Cassian. And when Cassian emerged from his bathroom fifteen minutes later. A towel wrapped low around his sore hips, and tendrils of steam following his steps. Nesta was gone with the final shades of night. But promises of her remained, littered all over his apartment. Stockings draped over the bathroom rack next to a damp towel. A lace bra, hanging off his bedroom doorknob. Black panties laid out on his granite dining table. A garter belt slung over the back of the leather couch stained with cardinal lipstick kisses. Cassian kept them all with a secret smile on his face. Later, when the night would return in all its magnificent beauty. He would put on a fresh, expensive suit. And He would return to his castle. To his friends. To Nesta. And he would do it all over again.

[restlessmaknae]

slipping through my fingers

Jibeom is certain that he’s doing totally fine after the incident from a year ago, but his heart doesn’t forget.

♦ Characters: Jibeom x OC

♦ Genre: angst, slice of life, drama

♦ Words: 2.7k

♦ Warning: mentions of an accident, blood, death

♦ Inspired by: the ONE (Lucid Dream) MV

“Look up at the sky! Isn’t it beautiful today?”

Her voice filled the air with the same sweetness as the fragrance of the blooming trees around, ringing joyfully in his ears. Her words were like a melody that he coudn’t quite put a finger on, but he enjoyed it nevertheless. His heart was filled with warmth and hope as he listened to her, but just as she was about to turn around, the scenery changed, and he woke up, drenched in sweat, shivers running along his skin, dressing his body in cold numbness.

He had no idea what was this dream, what was the reason behind it. He didn’t remember that he had heard this voice before, but there was a pang in his chest as he replayed the dream in his head. Why was he feeling so bitter and lethargic? Why did it feel more like a nightmare than a sweet dream? It shouldn’t be anything terrifying. After all, his dream self felt safe and happy beside her. Whoever that girl was, his dream self knew her and enjoyed her company. He could feel the sincerity and empathy radiating off of her, and he could feel just how heartwarming the moment they shared was.

So why did just the thought of it make him want to forget about it all? Why was it so hard to pacify his heartbeat? Why did it bug him that he couldn’t see her face? Why could he see only this much and why only this particular setting? Why, why, why…

Jibeom pushed himself off the bed to head to the bathroom, the feelings from the dream still lingering on his skin no matter how much he stood under the showerhead, letting the cold water wash away the last remains of his previous dream and all the confusing feelings that it triggered in him.

It was no more than a dream, it couldn’t be.

“Why have you never been anywhere else but Seoul?”

The question fell from her lips curiously, but Jibeom was staring far ahead, watching as the waves hit the rocks on the shore. Somehow, he found such sceneries calming, and it was safer to watch the scenery instead of her face because he was afraid that he might be blushing under her stare. He didn’t know what was in her that made him feel this way, but it was an odd, unfamiliar feeling. Even the slightest interactions with her made him feel giddy.

“Seoul is big enough, you know,” Jibeom teased, his tone playful and cheeky. She let out a joyous laughter, something as light as the breeze that ruffled his pitch-black locks, and as beautiful as the sight of the crystal clear sea in front of them. He found himself smiling, something that seemed natural beside her.

“I know, but there’s just so much to see elsewhere. Like why haven’t you been here before?” she inquired, a hint of seriousness hiding behind the curious question.

“I’ve never really had a say in it. We’ve always gone abroad for holidays with my family, and besides that, I went to schools that didn’t organise school trips because everyone could allow it anyways,” he found himself saying, suddenly feeling ashamed. He had never gone against what his parents had wanted, but sometimes, he wished he would have been born into a different family. Then again, if he had tried to say his disapproval out loud, he would have been called a disgraceful son.

He could feel the atmosphere shifting, the brightness of the spring day and the beauty of the scenery suddenly feeling distant, almost detached from him. As if he was hovering over the scene, as if it was about to end soon. This growing distance between his surroundings and himself grew even wider and wider just as he was about to turn his head and catch a glimpse of her face, reality sucking him in, dreamland letting go of him for now, letting him fall to the ground, nails digging into his skin, heart beating loud and wild.

Jibeom reached to wipe the sweat off his face, the dream feeling too real, too personal. How could he dream something so vividly when he was sure that he wouldn’t have met her before? There was only once he had been somewhere in Korea apart from Seoul, and he knew that he hadn’t met anyone significant there, let alone a girl with whom he had dared to share such things. So how could it feel so real? Why couldn’t he see her face? Why did he feel so heavy and so… guilty?

Jibeom shook his head when his thoughts went into overdrive, and he pushed himself off the ground, catching his reflection in the mirror as he did so, seeing nothing but questions. Was she a made-up fantasy in his dreams? Why would she be? He wasn’t a lovesick fool.

Or was she really something more? Was she actually real? Maybe... a memory?

Her hands were in his, sharing the warmth beside the campfire, and it felt so right, so natural. Jibeom had never felt so light before. She felt her heart beat beside his, serenity dictating the rhythm of their heartbeats. By this time, her melody seemed familiar, personal, almost as if it was played just for him, just for them.

“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Her voice was quiet and serene this time, almost doubtful. It pained him to see her worry, worry because she was different from him when she was the one who accepted him for the way he was. Why wouldn’t he do the same?

“Yeah, don’t worry,” he tried to soothe her nerves by squeezing her hands a bit tighter, but he could feel her body shifting beside his, a bit restless. She was resting her head in the crook of his neck, holding his hands that were on his thighs, watching as the flames licked the edges of the accumulated wood. Just like the campfire, her heart was so warm, and he had never believed that he would be capable of welcoming such light into his life. Not from someone who could love him for real.

“But you’ve said your parents aren’t too supportive of you being around others who aren’t like you,” she objected, and he didn’t need to be told what she meant by that, he knew that all too well. Someone who was not from high society. What once felt like a classification to him now almost seemed like a stigma.

“They can’t do anything once they meet you. I don’t live with them anymore, so worst things worst, we’ll go to my place after visiting my parents,” he explained to her, gently caressing the smooth skin of her hands in the meantime. He would never want her to feel ashamed of who she was when she was the first one who had made him feel accepted for who he truly was. Just a boy who didn’t want this life, just a boy who wished to sing instead of studying business, just a boy who wished to be heard and understood.

“I have to admit I’ve envied you when we first met. Just the way you carried yourself gave away where you had come from, and it just didn’t make sense why you had wanted to stay at the resort. But I guess I was just judging you by your looks,” she reminiscenced about their first encounter, and Jibeom cracked a smile thinking back to the day when she had looked up from the folders at the reception desk, and when he had told her he had booked a room under his name.

Back then, he hadn’t understood why she had looked so dumbfounded, but it had turned out that the owners of the resort had thought that he would come for a business trip seeing how he had come in the middle of the week and how formally he had written all those emails beforehand. Surely, based on her boss’ words, she had also expected someone older, more business-like, and instead, she had looked up at the boy her age, his expensive clothes seeming so out of place at the typical, colourful beach resort.

“I know I’m way too powerful when I show my forehead,” Jibeom teased to dissolve the slight awkwardness in the air, and he was successful because she couldn’t stop giggling afterwards.

Her giggle was the last he could hear before his alarm went off, and he bolted up in his bed, reaching for his phone, opening his photo folder, only to realise that he had gotten a new phone because his old one had been damaged during the incident. If he had really met her like in his dreams, he must have taken photos of her, but if it had happened at Jeju just like in his dreams, then he wouldn’t be able to find those pictures anymore.

He bit down on his lower lip before walking to his shelves to rummage through its contents, looking for his booking confirmation for Jeju, but when he found the paper and decided to ring the place a few times, they didn’t pick up. Could they have closed down? His Jeju trip had been a year prior after all. A lot of things could happen under a year.

Damn it, how was he supposed to find this girl if she was actually real? He didn’t even know her name. And why would he forget about her? The doctors said that he had seemed to remember everything prior to the accident. So why? And how? And why did his memories come back only now?

And why her?

Jibeom dreaded going to bed afterwards. He tried everything to avoid closing his eyes, letting the dreamlead suck him in because he was afraid of what he would see in his dreams and how damaged he would feel after each one.

On the other hand, not being able to sleep also had its effect on him, and he found himself wandering on the streets, mindless and numb, fighting a war within himself. There was such a heavy weight on his chest, he felt suffocated, empty and lost. It was as if a part of him had been taken away from him, and feeling so many things so suddenly was terrifying. Why had any of these dreams never appeared before? Why had they shown up in his life only now? What did they want to indicate?

Being buried under the unanswered questions, he almost collapsed onto a bench at a bus stop, his legs giving up for a bit. He had been walking and walking, trying to forget and trying to get away from the feelings - oh those damn feelings! - that wanted to consume him from within. He was afraid what more he could see, what more he could feel, but his legs couldn’t take it anymore, so he sat down, catching his breath.

He let out an aghast sigh, wanting to scream, wanting to be small and invisible. He was merely staring far ahead, not paying attention to anything until his eyes found a scene that broke his heart into tiny pieces: a couple on the passing bus sharing earbuds, chattering and laughing as they were listening to music together.

He needed to hold onto the edge of the bench, another memory taking hold of him alongside the deep, bitter and excruciating pain. Him and the same girl from before, fighting over what song to listen to next, and finally, he could see more than just her smile. He could see the dimples around her mellow lips, the shoulder-length wavy locks that framed her heart-shaped face, the shooting stars in her midnight orbs, the moles on her face and all those edges and curves and shapes and colours.

He could see her smile, he could hear her laugh even over the song they were listening to, and he could feel her subtle touch on his skin.

“I’ve told you! No more One Direction songs, Haneul!” Jibeom heard himself say, tone light and playful, and the mention of the name spread another wave of longing and hurt through his body. He found it difficult to breathe, to just suck in a short breath, his lungs seemed to be filled with thorny roses.

“I’ve thought you love me no matter what I listen to,” she chattered, sticking a tongue out at him, and she was so beautiful, so bright, so full of life, he could feel his heart beating for her in that moment.

Then, her smile wavering, eyes filled with terror, pretty features turned into a grimace, her hands holding onto his as the bus became uncontrollable, drifting towards the unknown due to a loud crash. He remembered the horrendous screams, he could feel the panic in his bones, he could see the way her head slammed against the window, pieces of glass piercing through her pale skin, leaving bloody patches like newly added burgundy spots on an empty canvas.

In a heartbeat, he could feel her hands letting go of his, and as she slipped through his fingers, body detached from his, she got further and further away until he could see and feel nothing but darkness.

Without her.

Then and now, the same darkness welcomed him with open arms.

Jibeom woke up in the hospital after having a trauma-induced episode, and he needed to run through two rounds of check-ups before he could get himself discharged, already searching for a way to get to know how she was doing even though he was afraid what he would find.

But with her name and the connection between his memories and the incident, he knew where to start, and he didn’t even need to search a lot, he could find her name on the list of the deceased of the bus accident in an online newspaper article.

“No way…” Jibeom breathed out, heart heavier than even before, heavy with the newfound hopelessness. Because until it was sparkling even with just a tiny bit of hope, it beated loudly and lively, but now, even his heart seemed to beat slower, wearily.

“It can’t be…” His voice rose as the first teardrop slid down his cheek, and he pushed everything off his table, wanting to destroy, wanting to fight, wanting to feel like he was in control of something - anything - in his life. As much as his brain wanted to forget her, he couldn’t. The memories resurfaced, it would have been just a matter of time they would come back, but it didn’t help his pain and guilt.

Why had he been the one to survive the accident? Why had she needed to sit in the window seat instead of him? Why had they needed to get on that exact bus? Why had it needed to end so cruelly?

His first love, his only love… She still had so much light and love to share, how could she just disappear? How could she not burn more, not light up hearts as she had done so with his? How could she not smile anymore? How could she not hold his hand anymore, making it seem like he was safe and understood? How? Just how could she die out like shooting stars in the sky?

Jibeom’s legs gave out and he slid down onto the ground, his screams mingled in with his tears, the sorrow of losing someone again after his memories had come back even worse than the first time. How could his heart be broken so many times, he didn’t know. Just how much pain a human being could bear, he didn’t know.

He only knew one thing.

That he would never ever forget her again after he had regained his memories with her, after his heart had tried so hard to make him remember.

Yes, Haneul. The sky is beautiful today, too. Only you are missing from it.

[aquaticalay]

Centurion .Chapter Two.

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sequel to For Something Greater

Summary: (Y/n) is an active duty Navy SEAL Commander, the first and only woman to ever become a SEAL. After successfully stopping a genocide with the help of the Avengers, she becomes a bridge between the military and the earth's mightiest heroes. But even as her relationship with Bucky grows, she decides not to tell him about the nightmares and trauma that haunt her. Both their secrets begin to unravel when Bucky accidentally stumbles upon a piece of dangerous information about (Y/n) that she doesn't know about herself— something she must never find out about.

Genre: Action, Drama, Romance

Warning/s for the series: cursing, violence, death, eventual smut, PTSD.

Warning/s for the chapter: mentions of anxiety symptoms and death.

Word count: 2.4k

Note: The plot is heavily inspired by the song 'in the dark' by Bring Me The Horizon, and 'Mercy' by Muse. So yeah, go listen to it if you want to :)))  I'll post a new chapter every two days.

THIS IS A SEQUEL TO FOR SOMETHING GREATER,' SO IF YOU HAVEN'T READ THAT, THE LINK TO THE MASTERLIST IS IN MY BIO.

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TRIGGER WARNING! THIS SERIES REVOLVES AROUND POST-TRAUMATIC STRESS DISORDER. (Including, but not limited to: anxiety/panic attacks, extreme mood swings , nightmares, intrusive thoughts, insomnia, irritability, hypervigilance, and hyperarousal)

Gif is from 'in the dark' mv by Bring Me The Horizon

You arrived in SEAL team 6 Headquarters in Seattle an hour early. You decided to use your precious time to change into a set of military issued clothes: A green shirt and cargo pants. Very practical.

You entered the briefing room fifteen minutes early. Everyone else was already seated around the mahogany table; Diego Miller, Logan McCoy, Collin Harris, and Nolan Woods. 

They greeted you with a salute, standing up from their seats. You returned the gesture, a habit you've picked up after a million times of doing it. “At ease,” you said assertively, and they sat back down. You heard a clank hit the ground. Suddenly, you tensed. You had to remind yourself it was just Miller's prosthetic leg to calm yourself down. To remind yourself that this room is secure, that there is no threat here.

 You took your usual seat, between Harris and McCoy. 

“How’s Mia?” you ask Harris. 

Mia was his feisty five-year old daughter. When he adopted her, heappointed you her godmother.

Mia was sweet and strong, learning and following her father’s example quickly. She also got quite attached to you fairly fast. The last time you met her was a month ago, right before your peacekeeping mission. You went to their place to give Harris a ride to SEAL team 6 headquarters. Before you knew it, she was running into your arms excitedly, “Auntie (Y/n)!” She exclaimed, scrambling up for you to carry her. “Hello, Mia,” you greeted, pushing her curly black hair to you could see her adorable face clearly. She had a button nose, one of her most striking features. Her skin was dark, the color of a pine cone, and her eyes were almost pitch black. You were sure she will grow up to be a strong and beautiful young woman. “Where’s Uncle Bucky?” She tilted her head.

Mia was infatuated with Bucky. At first, He didn’t know what to make of the child. He didn’t have experience with kids, and he was scared of hurting her. It wasn’t long before he eased into interactions with Mia, letting her stick fridge magnets on his metal arm, spelling out random words on it like 'cake' or 'kandy.'

“She’s asking for you,” Harris answered with a grin, “she misses her Aunt (Y/n) and Uncle Bucky.”

You chuckle at the thought of her looking for you, and Harris making some silly, probably magical, excuse to avoid disappointing her. 

“How’s Barnes? And the rest of the Avengers?”

You shrugged. “Bucky is fine,” you said shortly, “And Sam and Wanda are doing fine, too. Didn’t meet anyone else, though.”

When Harris met you, he was a wide-eyed 17-year old boy aspiring to be the best sailor he can possibly be. He has known you long enough to read emotions through your voice. He could tell you wanted more time to rest, to spend time with the person you love. You needed a break, both mentally and physically. It was so obvious  a blund man could see.

“This mission won’t be long,” he reassured, somewhat trying to comfort you in ways that he can. You nodded, hoping that he is right.

Before you knew it, a Special Operations Command Officer walked in the room to brief you for the mission. You recognize her almost immediately. Her quirky smile was unmistakable.

Naomi Tanaka. She was an old friend who trained alongside you in Navy bootcamp, one of the only people who believed you could become a SEAL. One of the only people who had faith. One of the reasons you took the risk. It paid off, didn't it?

You hadn’t seen her for a long time, since she just finished recovering from her gender reassignment surgery. 

You gave her a knowing nod, a greeting. She acknowledged it with a smile, mouth drawn from ear to ear; it was sincere.

The briefing went well. Tanaka explained the mission pretty clearly. She told you that there was an abandoned Hydra genetics lab in an old Soviett Union military base in Ukraine, and your job was to bring back intel and information, as well as making sure it was really abandoned. 

“Wheels up in an hour,” Tanaka ordered. 

When she dismissed the team, your squadron scrambled out into the locker room to prepare themselves. One hour wasn’t a lot of time, but it has to be enough.

You trailed slower behind to talk to Tanaka. You wanted to exchange a few words with your old friend.

You hugged her enthusiastically. “How are you?” You asked.

She let a joyous smile take over her expression. “Never felt better. It’s good to be back.” Sighing, she squeezed your arm, “We really need to catch up some time.”

You agreed, but right now, you need to prepare for the mission.

-

The flight to Ukraine was smooth. No turbulence, and you arrived in the cover of night. 

You landed in a valley near the Eastern Carpathian mountain range, just a few miles away from the abandoned Hydra base. Though no assault was expected, you asked the team to be alert and to check and recheck their ammunitions for the third time, for good measure.

You ordered Woods to scout ahead, and he tells you through the comms that there is no danger. There is nothing to worry about.

“Are you sure?” You asked, supersoldier-enhanced adrenaline pumping through your veins.

“A hundred percent,” you hear Woods say reassuringly through the earpiece. You had a doubt, but if your years of experience taught you anything, it’s that doubts are the main reason of failure.

You signal the rest of your team into formation, nearing the underground bunker with your weapons alert. You lowered your night vision goggles. Other followed your example, doing the same.

“McCoy, Miller,” you called, “Stand guard outside. Watch out for threats.”

The two of them looked at you like your insane. It was unusual for you to ask two of them to stand guard. It wasn't efficient. It seemed like you were wasting men on generally unimportant jobs. Besides, protocol did suggest not having more people on look out than necessary, and in this case  one was more than enough.

“Only one of us should be on the lookout,” Miller suggested, hoisting his gun up.

“No!” you bark aggressively, catching everyone in your team by surprise, “Two of you out, now!”

For a split second, all activities stop, and everything is silent except for your pounding heartbeat. You try to breathe, but your breath comes out raspy and dangerously fast. 

You were never frivolous. You were always calm and collected, as you were trained to be. But this time, it seemed like you had pulled a pin inside of you that triggered an explosion.

And frankly, having you exclaim something so out of character, so unexpected, was terrifying.

“Commander,” Miller said cautiously, “Are you okay?”

“M’ fine,” you insist, averting your eyes from any staring gaze, “Just be on the lookout, two of you.”

If McCoy and Miller want to question your authority, they decided not to. They complied to your order without question.

You lead Harris and Woods into the bunker. 

The only way inside was by a set of stairs. The walk down was terrifyingly agonizing. The icy footsteps were starting to drive you insane. Thankfully, you don't have to hear more when you got to the bottom.

“Split up,” you say, and this time, no one says anything.

You found yourself moving forward the small bunker, Harris and Woods going their own ways on either side of you. 

Tanaka was right. The place was almost empty except for a few empty tubes on the dusty metal shelves. The stainless steel showed signs of breaking down, you could clearly smell the rust.

The floors were dirty. What used to be white ceramic looks gray now. It was filthy, and you were grateful your uniform provided the coverage from whatever disease might be lingering here.

It was clear that no one has stepped foot in it for at least a decade.

“Find anything?” You ask. 

"No,” Harris reported back. “Me neither,” Woods said.

Nearing the end of the bunker, something finally caught your eye.

It looked icy. You adjusted your night vision.

Squinting and carefully coming closer, you realized that it wasn’t ice. It’s water contained in a long transparent tank.

As you got closer, you heart dropped. The tank was filled with water the shade of translucent milk. 

A female human being was floating inside. Her hazel eyes were wide open but unmoving, her skin was as pearl-white as her platinum blonde hair. A thin cloth covered her otherwise naked body. A silver tube on the bottom of the tank frame traced to a non-functioning life support system. You weren’t sure if she’s dead or alive. She’s neither floating nor rotting, but you can’t imagine her being able to survive with these extreme conditions, especially if the bunker has been abandoned for as long as it seemed to be. 

One other thing that seemed to disturb you is how eerily familiar this condition was. You could imagine vividly what it felt to be her. You shake off the thoughts. You need to focus.

You placed your hand on a corner of the tank and wiped the dust. There were words engraved into the thick glass: PROJECT MERCY #21

“I-“ you start to say, trailing the pad of your fingers on the marble-smooth glass, “I found something. Get this back to base.”

-

The flight back was uncomfortable filled with numbing silence. It went hand-in-hand with a few worried stares they gave you.

They knew something was unspoken; something that caused your outburst. But they didn’t ask. Perhaps they were too afraid to ask.

When you gave the covered tank to the base, you waited patiently in front of forensics.

Usually, you’d wind down in the locker room with your squadron, but today it just didn’t feel like you want to. You were too restless to do so. 

You were starting to think avoidance was your coping mechanism for the guilt you felt after that outburst.

It didn’t take too long for forensic to determine that the woman was dead, but that was pretty much the only information they gave you. Everything else was supposedly confidential.

No, you thought to yourself, you need to know more about project Mercy. You don’t know why, but it was a gut feeling that you had, like an instinct planted in your mind by nature. 

Besides, it was a product of Hydra. You needed to know more.

You took out your phone and called the only person who could possibly have an answer, or at least is willing to help you find answers.

“Bucky?” You said through the line urgently. It must be in the middle of the night in New York. He didn’t sound too tired, though.

“(Y/n),” your name escapes his lips like a sigh, breathing with relief. Little did you know, he hadn’t been able to rest before knowing that you’re okay.

“I- Do you know anything about Project Mercy?” You said quietly, trying to make sure no one could hear this conversation.

You were aware that this was illegal. You weren't exactly allowed to share what you find in your operations to the avengers. At least not until they agree to the council.

“Project what?” Bucky asked, his voice sharp.

“Project Mercy,” you repeated,”It has something to do with Hydra.”

The line went silent for a while. You called out his name worriedly.

“It’s a covert biological engineering project Hydra has in collaboration with the KGB,” He says flatly, “I don’t know much about it. All I know is this that none of the subjects came out successful.”

You cursed under your breath. There must be something more to it than that. "Can you please research old SHIELD records for it? We’ll review it together tomorrow night when I get there.”

You could sense Bucky’s hesitation. “This isn’t allowed, right?” He breathed through the phone, “I read the council files you gave Sam. We’re not supposed to exchange any information until the deal is done, right?”

He was right. The only problem is that you didn’t care. Not right now.

“I know,” you admit with a hint of guilt in your stern voice, “But I need to know. I need this, James. Please.”

Bucky never had the heart to say no to you, even if he wanted to. Certainly, this time is no different

“I’ll do what I can,” he promised. 

That was all you needed to hear.

-

Bucky immediately activated the hologram projector in his room. "Friday, lock the room," he said. He heard a confirmation from the AI, followed by a click.

"Dim the lights," he said.

As the blinding neon calms into a soft hue, he can now see the hologram clearer.

"Show me decrypted Hydra and SHIELD files," he requested the AI.

"The one Agent Romanoff dumped to the internet?" Friday asks, making sure to do all the right things.

"Yes," he confirms.

The blue semi-transparents hologram shows millions of files.

"Search for 'Project Mercy," he says again. The hologram changes, a few files left on the hologram.

"Project Mercy was a Hydra bioengineering project in the 1980s. It's goal is to make a fully functional supersoldier from artificial lab-grown cells. These cells were fertilized and grown in a tube that resembled a womb. After nine months, the subjects are ready to be "born." None of them successfully had supersoldier characteristics, and most of them are dead."

Buciy stopped in his tracks.

"Most of them?" He raised his voice, wondering if he heard Friday correctly.

"According to the data, the first and second subject of Project Mercy are given to Hydra agents to raise and observe. Both subjects are alive as of 2014, living normal lives."

Bucky narrowed his eyes. "Where are they now?" He demanded.

"Their records have been wiped out. All that's stated is that Mercy One is female and Mercy Two is male."

"Is there any way to recover the information?" Bucky asked.

Friday calculated, searching the possibilities, "There might be physical records of Mercy One and Two in old private lab of the Hydra scientist named Michail Petrov."

Suddenly, his eyes widened. He recognizes the name, and it sounded just as bitter as it used to, engraved into his half a century of memory. Bucky's human arm curled into a grudging fist.

Petrov, as he recalled, was once the Winter Soldier's handler.

~

[coveredinyou]

TS7 FOREVER THEORY

((( sidenote: i also think it might be called forevermore but that’s the same typa vibe )))

upon further inspection of literally everything and burning my eye sockets while staring at the beautiful piece of art that is the ME! music video, i have decided that ts7 WILL be called FOREVER......

ps: there may be typos because i had a heart attack connecting all of these dots...ok back to the regularly scheduled program.....

first stop: why she disappeared

if you watch the reputation stadium tour on netflix about 13,000 times like i did, eventually you notice that at the end, there is something ~very~ interesting in the credits.... when you look right underneath the why she disappeared poem, you see this:

SEQUEL TO “... MORE” UMM OKAY

when i think of something that comes before more i go right to forever... oh and what does taylor sing in the very last song of reputation? “you and me FOREVERMORE”

alright if you aren’t already shook, here comes more..

stop two: taylor’s abc hint video

yes i watched it a million times and cried a million tears but there is one part that REALLY stood out to me... when taylor is at the bluebird she talks about how it is a sacred spot in music-dom and then she says “i hope it stays this way forever” hits us with the smirk and then BAM video over.... significant? i think yes...

up next is where we stretch it a little but it’s fine....

stop three: ME! music video

taylor said we were missing a big easter egg and i don’t think that’s what i found but i did find this... in the middle of the song brendon opens his jacket unlocks a heart-shaped door that leads into a heart-shaped kaleidoscope.... what song does this remind you of? hmmmmm maybe welcome to new york when she says “kaleidoscope of loud heartbeats under coats” but what else does she say in that song.....

the scene immediately after the kaleidoscope scene is taylor and brendon dancing, probably to a beat.... the other welcome to new york lyric “i could dance to this beat beeeeeaaat forevermore” ope there she is folks... a stretched forever reference

i really do think there’s something bigger that i missed in the mv bc i am oblivious so let me know if you see anything

now we shall flashback to insta of the past.....

stop four: the palm trees

ahhh yes the infamous palm trees.... as we all discovered before, palm trees can represent eternal life and taylor wore a dress that said eternal on it.... what does eternal mean folks? why, it means forever

one last minor sighting because why not...

stop five: elle uk article

when explaining songwriting, taylor mentions how it captures a feeling so that it can last forever and she has been talking about songwriting a lot lately. here’s the what she said (and it ties back to those pesky hearts):

in conclusion:

i think ts7 will be called forever and here are the receipts.... this theory is definitely kinda (five fence) hole-y so feel free to add on but i think it’s pretty legit.... thank you for coming to my ted talk and i’d like to leave you with this: TS7 FOREVER :”)

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stop six: the christmas trees

y’all remember how taylor put the christmas tree on her story and said it was a clue.... well, what type of trees are christmas trees? right, evergreens or should i say FOREVERgreens

the following update is brought to you by ME! (like me the person.... the song didn’t tell me this)

stop seven: counting

forever is seven letters.... that’s it.... that’s the update

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stop eight: ME! music video...again

as we all see, the end of the video is inspired by singing in the rain and that may remind you of some lyrics that have to do with, say, rain? perhaps this rings a bell “oh, and it rains in your bedroom everything is wrong it rains when you're here and it rains when you're gone” from the song – wait for it –FOREVER & always

also, if you think about this song, she’s reflecting on someone who promised forever & always but then left...... but now she actually has forever & always with joe :”)

the following update is brought to you by ME! (the person.... again...)

stop nine: reputation prologue

in the reputation prologue taylor talks about finding your forever... as we all know she has likely found her forever in joe :”) which would make this title even more fitting

[itslilliansnow]

“What do you say?”

Okay, folks! This is for my gorgeous Mars @iwillgiveyoumyhappiness. I know we said: “slowly walking towards death,” but I just had inspiration, and this popped out of my mind. I hope you’ll like it as much I loved writing it! I love you! I know it isn’t that long, but this is just a little part xD Pairing: Yuchan x Reader  Genre: FLUFF, FLUFF, FLUFF. Did I say Fluff????  Words count: 1,8k+

Have you ever met someone who even with a smile can fill your heart with infinite joy? You had an answer to this question if ever someone had asked you one day. Kang Yuchan. You and Yuchan - you still laugh every time you think about it - met in the most uncommonly way, but from that moment on, your friendship was the most precious "thing" for you. Obviously after the music, dance and Studio Ghibli. Exchanging a mobile phone - thinking about it now - was really stupid on his part but knowing him it didn't surprise you at all. He could even forget to go to bed if someone didn't remind him. Swap two almost identical phones? Nonsense for him. Honestly, you wouldn't have changed for any reason in the world the hangout in the middle of the night, the walks through deserted streets, the memes that you even exchanged at four in the morning. There was something about your friendship that made you complete, and you hoped it would be the same for him. Perhaps because of that reason, that exact day, you hadn't said a word yet and kept brooding over your thoughts. Lying on a matter in the rehearsal room, staring at the ceiling. Sappherios' Beyond repeatedly rotating thanks to your iPod and everything else outside your world. Everyone noticed your weirdness. Especially the absence of your reaction. All five of them had learned to understand that when something was bothering you, you would talk. Or you danced. Or you sang. Emotions came out of you somehow, but you looked like an abandoned mannequin. Look off and absent. "We'll leave you five minutes alone, okay? Try to understand what's going on... she scares me like that," muttered Byeongkwan, giving a slight pat on the shoulder to the maknae. Maknae that was extremely worried, but he had been quietly waiting. He was very good at waiting. Waiting for your answers, your smiles, your hand that started to slip under his shirt just to tickle him. When it came to you, he would have waited a lifetime. Yet he didn't understand why. You were his best friend, but... There was something in his heart that bothered him. It took away his sleep sometimes, it prevented him from concentrating on the words of the songs, it built problems of concentration. Yuchan simply nodded, and when his hyungs were out of the room, he approached the mattress and dropped dead weight next to you. As he took off an earbud, he slipped it into his ear and closed his eyes, absorbing that melody that caressed the strings of his soul. Instinctively he slipped his arm under your head, turning a little with his torso toward you. "What's going on?" he mimicked with his soft lips since your face was facing him. "Nothing," your lips just moved, but he understood the meaning, arching an eyebrow to throw his gaze "don't bullshit me" at you. "Okay, okay." You turned off the music and set your body entirely towards him, resting your hand on his side as his own slipped on your forearm. His fingers began to run on your bare skin, as they always did when you needed security. A small gesture that contained a thousand words. "I was thinking about our friendship. You know, sometimes looking at you guys I see an incredible relationship. Yet what I feel between you and me is more. So... is our friendship as good for you as it is for me?" 

He listened to you in silence, observing your face and the slight redness on your cheeks. Or that little wrinkle between your eyebrows, it only became visible when you squeezed your eyes tight to hold back your emotions. He observed how even your body, stretched and almost bent on itself, was screaming to him your concern. "Are you stupid? Are these the questions you ask yourself when you go to sleep?" "No, usually not. I do believe, however, that sometimes small assurances are to be given away." "Our friendship is everything. I wouldn't trade it for anything, not even a better version of you." "Yuchan!" Raising his arm, he covered his face and waited for the blows that you had begun to give to his response. But the laughter in the air, your laughter, reassured his mind. If you laughed, the clouds had abandoned your thoughts, and the sun had returned to shine again. The problem - you can never live in peace, you both knew it well - was that Yuchan had lied. Yes, your friendship was everything to him then why did he felt to have told the biggest lie of his life?                                                           ꧁꧂ 

   "Why do you have to come to my house at 3:00 a.m. and drag me there?"

Yuchan's laughter was suffocated by the black mask he was wearing - for what reason you didn't know since there was no living soul in the streets - but you could still feel the warmth that emanated. It was such a beautiful sound that you had secretly recorded it and listened to it from time to time, realizing that negativity wouldn't win against you. "I don't think you've ever complained about our nightly escapades!" "You usually tell me before," you crossed your arms to your chest, puffing and pointing your feet to block you, "Come on, you have a comeback to prepare, and I've got practice tomorrow." "Has this ever stopped us?" He asked, lowering his mask and bowing to your height, his face extremely close to yours, so much so that you could admire the small golden straws that shone in his eyes. That was true. The time had never been a problem, but the worry that he would get too tired was a lot. "No... but..." "Then nothing, though. Where is my best friend? The reckless one who always says yes to everything I say?" "The stupid one then? The one that indulges even the most idiotic bullshits?" You looked into each other's eyes for a few moments, both feeling your mouths open slowly and drawing a smile on your faces. Raising your eyes to the sky, you pushed him and started running, without a goal or a plan. It was just the two of you in the night. What more could you have wanted?

                                                         ꧁꧂

Your destination turned out to be the sea. You didn't even know how you ended up there, but after an eternity sitting in the comfortable seat of a taxi, the smell of salt had awakened your tired mind. Checking the clock on your phone - fortunately, no one was worried about your disappearance -  you would soon be able to admire incredible dawn. A dream of all time, to be able to enjoy the colors of the sky change. What's more, by the sea. Yuchan had been quiet, strangely more than usual, in the last hour of the trip but you hadn't noticed much. You just wanted him to rest and recharge his batteries for the heavy days ahead. His hand took yours in its delicate grip, beginning to drag you to the beach to reach that exact spot where the waves tried to capture the world, inch by inch. "Wait!" you stopped it and bowed, unhooking your favorite converse and savoring the soft feeling of the sand under your bare feet. "There, now it's better!" nodding, you started walking again, dancing with your eyes on every point you could reach. You had left his hand, and Yuchan stood by and watched you. Were you always so damn beautiful as to take the breath away? Or did he just never notice? Had his heart ever beaten so fast, or had it been that small, innocent and kind smile that you had "given him" just before the cause of that irregular heartbeat? "Fuck." The awareness suddenly fell on him. The nightly calls. His eternal desire to be with you. The little but unforgettable moments when he can hug you without you complaining that he was sweaty. He was madly in love with you, and that's what he wanted. It was sharing his life with you, not as a friend but as something more. That's why he would change your friendship. To be able to hold you and scream at the world the fortune he had in having his best friend at his side that allowed him to love her. "Fuck, fuck, fuck... HEY, YOU, STOP!" He screamed, chasing you at the moment the first rays of the sun began to turn the blue of the night into the pale blue of the morning. "WAIT!" he finally reached you, squeezed your wrist, and set you towards him. 

He slipped his arm behind your back, supporting your body because he had caused both of you to lose the balance. But it wasn't enough, after a few seconds you were both lying on the sand. A few layers of clothes to divide you and strange electricity in the air. Immediately Yuchan laid his hands on the ground, holding himself up so that he wouldn't hurt you while you tried to catch your breath looking at him with curiosity. "What did you have to scream about?" "Marry me." Your heart stopped for a few moments, astounded by the only word that had left that mouth from which honey came out every time he sang. Did you hear well or was your imagination - because of your tiredness - playing tricks on you? His eyes were veiled with intense emotion, you read it correctly, but you knew he was a good actor after his various experiences with the group's MVs. "Yuch--" "Marry me." "Are you serious? What the hell is wrong with you?" You struggled to set free the arm from under his weight - albeit light - resting the palm of your hand against his forehead, avoiding to start stroking his soft red hair. A color you found divine on him. "Yuchan.. you shouldn’t joke about things like that." "Does it seem like I'm joking?" he asked, and the silence fell on you two. Yuchan could have been many things, but what he said was never accompanied by veiled lies or half-meanings. "Yuchan... Before we get married, we should date, you know?" "So let's date. Even every day, spend it with me," he began to whisper, getting closer and closer with his face to yours. His breath tickled your lips, and you were sure he could feel how his approach was making your heart beat faster.  "Spend every moment with me, share every fear and joy. Anything you want, but promise me that one day you will marry me. That I can look at you with the eyes of a madly in love man, who wants nothing more than to spend the rest of his days with you."

"God... you're serious." "Before... before I understood." he murmured against your fingers, now still and wavering against his slightly cracked lips, "that there can be no one else in my life. It's you. It's always been you. So... What do you say?" "To what?" "Will you marry me one day?" "That I'd be a fool to say no, Kang Yuchan."

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PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE STOP SAYING 1989 IS OVERRATED NO ONE TALKS ABOUT 1989 THE AUTUMN ALBUMS ARE SPEAK NOW AND RED BEING IN LOVE IS LOVER BAD BITCH HOURS IS REPUTATION DEBUT IS TO LISTEN TO OLD TAYLOR AND EVERYONE LOVES FEARLESS BUT NO ONE GIVES 1989 ANY IMPORTANCE 1989 IS A DANCING QUEEN THERE IS NOT ONE SINGLE SKIP ON THAT ALBUM NOT ONE WELCOME TO NEW YORK? DANCE TO IT ID LIKE TO JUMP AROUND MY ROOM BLANK SPACE? NICE TO MEET YOU WHERE YOU BEEN? CHERRY LIPS CRYSTAL SKIES? STYLE?WE NEVER GO OUT OF STYLE BABEY AND NEITHER SHOULD 1989 OUT OF THE WOODS? A QUEEN? REMEMBERWHEN WE HIT THE BRAKES TOO SOON 20 STITCHES IN A HOSPITAL ROOM? ALL YOU HAD TO DO WAS STAY? SHE TURNED HER PAIN INTO A BOP A SONG YOU CAN THROW SHIT DOWN TO SHAKE IT OFF? RELATABLE AS HELL? AN A BOP OKAY DANCE TO THAT I WISH YOU WOULD? THE MUSIC IN THIS? BEAUTIFUL? THE LYRICS? AMAZING BEAUTIFUL LOVE IT. BAD BLOOD IS AWESOME WE LOVE MISS SWIFT GOING OFF!!!! WILDEST DREAMS? THE VISUALS? THE BEAUTY? UM? AMAZING? THE HEARTBEAT? THE LYRICS? WE LOVE HER HOW YOU GET THE GIRL? FREAKING AMAZING I DONT KNOW HOW TO SAY THIS ENOUGH SO AMAZING !!!!!! THIS LOVE? SOFT AND BEAUTIFUL AND THE MEANING BEHIND IT UM AMAZING MAAM I KNOW PLACES? THEY GOT THE CAGES THEY GOT THE BOXES THEY ARE THE HUNTERS WE ARE THE FOXES AND WE RUN !!!!!!!! CLEAN? PERFECT END? THE DAYLIGHT PARALLEL? EVERYONE IS A DAYLIGHT STAN BE A CLEAN STAN NOW BECAUSE ITS AMAZING AND DESERVES EVERYTHING. AND ON TOP OF THIS SHE WENT OUT AND DROPPED FREAKING 3 SONGS ON THE DELUXE EDITION MA’AM WE DID NOT DESERVE THOSE? WONDERLAND IS AMAZING BEAUTIFUL AND I LOVE IT TO THE ENDS OF THIS EARTH AND YOU SHOULD TOO. YOU ARE IN LOVE WAS INSPIRATION FOR LOVER MV ALSO YOU CAN HEAR IT IN THE SILENCE SILENCE SILENCE SILENCE YOOOOOOOUUUUU ARE IN LOVE !!!!!! AND NEW ROMANTICS? BABY I COULD BUILD A CASTLE OUT OF ALL THE BRICKS THEY THREW AT ME? AMAZING? AND BEAUTIFUL AND PERHAPS I LOVE HER

this has been a psa. stan 1989

[earthtocaptainsky]

It’s Jin! I had to draw him with a betta fish after watching the Heartbeat mv. Heartbeat and Lights are both such inspiring songs, I love listening to them while I draw. BTS never disappoints me with new music, each one is beautiful and meaningful in a unique way As for this sketch I actually used more than my mechanical pencil for once lol I used a b, 5b, and 6b along with the mechanical pencil Remember I take one request every Teusday so comment down below and maybe I’ll draw yours!

[istgimamess]

Label: sm entertainment

Stage name: bella (because you're beautiful~)

Debut year: 2015 (3 yrs active)

Debut concept: aggressive bubblegum synth, dance heavy, vocal heavy, bright, pop!

Number of members: 4

Group name: strawberry jam (sj)

Fandom name: jammers

Position: main vocal, visual, dance line

Male bestie: Jongin (EXO)

How you meet: you are a hard worker, always putting your best foot forward, giving it your all; putting all your effort into anything you do! Which is such a great quality, you're told! Lord knows, you've benefited from that personality trait thousands of times, mostly in your career and personal relationships! However, alot of the time, it tends to have a negative effect! Mainly on your health! You put so much effort into whatever you're working on at the moment: new choreography, new music etc. that you tend to neglect your personal health! This lands you in the hospital alot; its not ideal, but you can't complain, your doctor is probably your favorite! Which is where you end up meeting (*cough*...fighting with) Jongin! You had a really important public appearance coming up, a couple of variety shows and another comeback all scheduled within a weeks time; and you knew your health wasn't at its prime, so you were basically in mental panic mode! You were hoping to get in and out of your check up as fast as possible, because you had things to do! Long story short, that wasn't happening! You ended up sticking your head in to the doctors office, to confront the patient before you! Which happened to be Jongin! "Hi! Yeah, sorry! Could you, I don't know, hurry up!? I've aged quite drastically since being here.." "He's my doctor and I was here first!" "Yeah, well he likes me better!" After a few more minutes of back and forth, a kindergarten-like tantrum and some overdramatic whining on both of your parts, you were left by your very flustered doctor to "..Work things out!.." You quickly end up bonding over your mutual lack of priority when it comes to your health, your whiney childlike mannerisms when you're sick or hungry and a love for the theater! He ends up becoming one of your best friends and you're almost always together! You're both quite determined and hardworking, both tending to over work yourselves and this is usually the cause for most of your fights: scolding eachother for not prioritizing your health! He ends up worrying about your health more than he does his, and vice versa! But you're constantly supporting eachother in anything you pursue! "Jongin, I heard Bella from Strawberry Jam is your best friend, is that true!?" "Yeah, she's my best friend!" "Cool! I also heard she is the biggest EXO supporter, is that right!?" "Yes, she is! I made a joke the other day about her leaving music to work for EXO and help us promote our new album!" "Really!? What did she say!?" "It was so funny, she took the album and walked over to the street corner and just stood there like this...(^ gif ^)..I couldn't stop laughing!" Your friendship is really goals!

Female bestie: Jennie (Blackpink)

How you meet: you love singing and you love theatrics but sometimes you feel like dancing and choreography, in general, can be very confusing and frustrating! So you decided to take some dance classes on the side, for some extra practice! That's how you meet Jennie, through a friend of a friend! One day after class, you accidently trip over her bag and take her down in a mess of legs, elbows and sweat! "Oh my god- I'm so sorry!...Ouch! Sorry! Yikes- are you okay!?" "Yes, of course! I'm clearly living the dream!" "Oh, well...glad I could help you do that then..." you stared at eachother for a few beats of silence, still sprawled out on the floor, and then busted out laughing! You ended up attached at the hip! It's an inside joke that you were split at birth and that you're actually twins; that's how similar your personalities are and your sense of humor! You're both really sarcastic and it's 100x worse when you're together! The fans love it! And despite how goofy and silly you both are when you're together, everyone can tell you both care about eachother immensely! You're always supporting eachother and you're always both genuinely happy for eachothers successes! She calls herself your "only fan!" And she lives up to that name! "Jennie! Did you hear yet!? Strawberry Jams song 'Pink' has hit the Billboard charts!" "..(^ gif ^)..What!? Seriously!?! I have to call Bella!!..." Such a cute friendship!

Group bestie: NCT OT18

How you meet: this probably, most definitely was the weirdest encounter you've ever had! You love to skateboard; you wouldn't say you're that great at it, I mean, you're no Tony hawk! But it is a hobby of yours! And when you have a stressful, busy day, full of dance practices and studio visits- you like to sneak out in the middle of the night, when the streets are empty, go down to the local park and skate to de-stress a bit! It's kind of like your secret rendezvous self-care session! Not even your group members know about it! The park, Seoul in general, is usually dead with no soul in sight at this time of night! Which is why you're so startled when one second you're minding your own business, practicing an inward heel flip and the next second you're surrounded by a bunch of guys who look like they've just stepped straight out of an Avril Lavigne MV! It startles you so much you trip backwards over your board and land flat on your back! You say about every curse word in every language you know, on the way down! "Oh my god! I told you we would scare her!" "If anybody scared her, it was you with that stupid pedo face!" "That's so rude! Taeyong, tell him that was rude!" "I mean..I did tell you to shave this morning.." "Yeah, you kind of look like an asian yeti.." "Or a pedophile, definitely a pedophile.." "Seriously?! Is this attack necessary!?? I mean-" "Umm, so sorry, pedi-yeti and friends..could you possibly, I don't know...help me up!?" They ended up hauling you up and bombarding you with questions left and right! Questions about your skateboard, questions about your skating technique etc etc. The more they asked, the more you answered and the more you answered, the more they asked! It was pretty much down hill from there! But it's all good, they quickly became some of your biggest supporters and closest friends! They always cheer for you the loudest at award shows! And sometimes, Taeyong or Ten, will send you little videos and clips (with the funniest captions) they filmed, on the down low, of the rest of the members singing and dancing to your music, unaware the were being filmed! "..[Bella, your music is hurting innocent bystanders! RIP Jeno]..(^ gif ^).." They're such a mess and it's the cutest!

Boyfriend: Taehyung (BTS)

Ship name(s): tella, bae couple, baehyung

How you meet: the way you 'officially' meet is kind of funny! And the time and location is a bit obscure! Anytime someone asks him when and where you met, he says Italy in June! You say it was definitely paris, late July! Both of you would be right and wrong! You love traveling and any time you have the opportunity, you jump on it! This is no secret! You first noticed him in Paris, he first noticed you in Italy, you both noticed eachother in Chicago! By the time you ended up back in the Incheon International Airport - you were 98.7% positive you had picked up a stalker abroad! "Are you following me!?" "I was going to ask you the same thing!" "Well I asked you first, so answer!" "I don't take demands from potential stalkers!" Some threats to call the police and a couple defensive hand gestures later, you eventually both settled on fate being the reason you've bumped into eachother over and over again! As cheesy as it might sound! You quickly bond over your artistic and creative sides, and a strong love for traveling and then there is no going back! He's one of your biggest supporters and you both often credit eachother as being an inspiration and muse! You eventually, after realizing how important and serious your relationship was becoming, went public! You figured your close friends and family would be the most supportive, and they were, but in actuality it was the fans that became your biggest supporters! "Tae-oppa!! Over here!! Taehyung-oppa!! You and Bella-unnie are the cutest couple ever!! I will always support you!!" "...(^ gif ^)..." It's so heartwarming!

Biggest fan: your biggest fan is probably Junhoe from IKON! He's always covering your songs, he even covers the songs you cover! He says it's only because he wants to prove he can harmonize with you, always calling you out in interviews hoping to get the chance to meet you and collaborate! "Bella from Strawberry Jam is my favorite! She has the best voice, even better than me! And she has good taste in music, I would love to collaborate with her if given the chance!" He's always showing support for your comebacks as well and even your solo projects; watching every drama and CF you do and streaming your music, constantly singing along with you at the top of his lungs! He's a dedicated and loyal fan and he's pretty loud and proud about it! So much, that it's even a running joke in his group that he would leave the rest of the members for even just a chance to perform with you! Well, it's a joke to them! Him, not so much! "Junhoe! I heard that you're a huge fan of Bella from Strawberry Jam, is that true!?" "Yes! She is my favorite singer!" "Oh really!? I heard that you would leave IKON without a second thought, if she ever wanted to perform with you!" "Yes, I would! In a heartbeat!" "What the-...you answered that so fast! You would really leave us, huh!?" "Yep!.." "...(^ gif ^)..." It's pretty funny!

Scandal: it's really no secret you have been trying to break out into the acting industry for a while, and make that cross over from idol to actress - auditioning and taking acting classes and workshops in your spare time! It's also no secret that you're good long time friends with Jaebum from GOT7! You've know eachother since before your debut and he's one of your closest friends, almost family! He's always helping you practice and reading scripts with you to help prepare you for auditions, giving you advice and direction on characters! So it's really not shocking when dispatch comes out with photographs of you two, on multiple days, coming out of your apartment and/or restaurants! What is a bit shocking is the headlines that are attached to those photos! "Strawberry Jams Bella and GOT7s Jaebum! Are they together!?" "Does GOT7s Jaebum have a sweet tooth for Strawberry Jam!? New couple alert!" It's ridiculous! "Are they serious!? A sweet tooth!? Who is writing this mush!?" "What I don't understand is how they got us mixed up!? I mean, I'm clearly the more desirable one in this relationship.." "Are you trying to make me throw up, or does that just come naturally when looking at your face?" "I'm a masterpiece and you are blessed to be in my presence.." What a dork!

Other activities: it's no secret you live for the dramatics, and the theatre is almost like your second home! So when SM suggested you audition for a couple of upcoming dramas, you jumped on the opportunity! And it was the best thing you could've possibly done! You ended up, not only booking a role, but booking a lead! You got to act along Seo Kang Joon (^ gif ^) who is the sweetest and most talented! You made new life long friends, won a couple of awards and gained a whole new following! Sure, they made you dye your hair a darker shade a red and teased you a bit on set about your sense of humor, but it was totally worth it! "It was so fun! And the hair color choice is actually kind of growing on me!" "Oh really!? Quickly, say that again into the camera! In 10 years when you're bald, I want proof that you were once satisfied..." "JB, I will literally push you off of this rooftop..." You didn't, but you were close to it!

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@suchqt here is your idol ship~ thanks so much for the request and I hope you like it! 😅 Let me know what you think!

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Football Fic Writer Profile - Utami (thebluesideofmyworld)

Hello lovely people! We hope that you all are having a great week so far. We meet again in another article, featuring one of the fic writers from the football fandom.

Have we told you before that we felt like there are so many fic writers who were born on February? Here’s another one who was also born on February. On February 14, to be exact.

People, please welcome Utami. And yes, people. It’s her birthday today!

Happy birthday, Utami!

You can find her on her Tumblr ( @thebluesideofmyworld )  where she posts her M/F fics, or you can also go to her AO3 account where she posts her slash fics.

Now let’s refresh our memories about her writing by reading an excerpt from one of her fics

She curled up on her couch, staring at the TV without really looking at it. It was one of her favorite TV shows, yet she could not seem to get excited about it anymore.

Her phone went off. Mats name flashed on the screen. She stared at it for a while, the ringtone sounded so loud, too loud in the living room.

After a while the phone went silent again.

She stared at her phone, thinking that maybe Mats would just be like the other people. Those people who would leave her anyway at the end.

(People always left her anyway. No one wanted to stay with her anyway.)

(Can You Hold Me)

Utami is originally from Indonesia, but she has been in the US since 2013 to do a postgrad degree in Environmental Engineering. She is currently having a massive crush on Asa Taccone, the vocalist from Electric Guest, and spends her times listening to songs from Troye Sivan and Fall Out Boy while waiting for Voltron S05 to be released. She is a supporter of Manchester City and Real Madrid. Those of you who might have checked her blog out would not be surprised to find that her favorite player is David Silva.

She started writing by writing her thoughts in a diary since she was 8 years old, because she said that it had always been easier for her to express what she felt by writing it. In late 2009, she found a fansite for a talent show in her country where she found some fanfics posted there. Out of curiosity, she tried to post the first chapter of a fic there. She ended up writing more and more for that fandom. She said that even though the fandom faded out slowly after the talent show ended, she would still remember it as her first experience in writing fics.

Writing is something that she enjoys because she said that it’s really a good way for her to express herself. She has always had a wild imagination since she was a kid, probably because she loved reading so much. She often has imaginary scenes and conversations in her head, and writing them out is something she find to be soothing. “Lately, I also try to remember what my therapist once told me, that I should see writing as a self-care method and coping mechanism for me, as I feel through writing, I can be a better version of myself.”

Even though she has been watching football ever since she was a kid, the first time she encountered football fics was in 2012. She read the fics and started wondering whether she could also do one. In December 2012, she decided to give it a try, and her first football fic was about David Silva with an OFC. “I cringed whenever I read it,” she said. “I changed the POV every 2 paragraphs, the dialogue was unnatural, and the description was so so bland.” However, she said that it was her fic that was written in English so she felt like it’s something that she should be proud of.

Besides one-shot, she also used to do requests where she would write 100-word drabble based on a song requested by someone. “I love the challenge of trying to understand the meaning behind the songs, then put it into a limited number of words,” she said. Since 2015, she also started writing slash fics. She personally found that it had a different kind of challenge. “In slash fics, the pairing usually already had some sort of chemistry that’s shown through their interactions in real life. So the real challenge is how to put those chemistry into words.” Besides the football fandom, since last year, she has also written for the riordanverse fandom. For this fandom then, she said that there is another kind of challenge, which was how put the characters into her story and head-canon without making them OOC.

Her inspirations mainly come from songs, and music videos. Whenever she found a song that she liked, she would look up the meaning of that song and try to analyze each line of the song. “I love MVs that have some sort of story line,” she said. “Some of my fics for the riordanverse fandom were inspired by MVs, like Wildfire from Seafret, and First Time He Kissed a Boy by Kadie Elder.”

Once she gets an idea for a fic, she will jot down some things that she thought would be essential in the fic in her journal. Music is a big must whenever she writes a fic, along with a cup of coffee. One of her strategies in writing is by making herself write at least 500 words every day. She finds it to be quite effective, especially when she is working on a multi-chaptered fic.

While she really enjoys writing fluff, she said that she can’t write some angst. According to her, real life is already hard enough, so she doesn’t want to put more sadness into something that supposed to be an escape. She particularly loves AU fics. “It takes quite a lot of imagination to put the characters into a whole different set of universe, yet you still have to write them as who they really are canonically. I enjoy both reading it and writing it.” When it comes to the kind of AU that she likes, she said that she is a sucker for Soulmate!AU fic and Coffee Shop AU (Well, considering that she drinks at least 4 cups of coffee a day, we was not really surprised about this).  She also mentioned that one of her favorite tropes is Fake Dating. She told us that one of her fics that she’s most proud of is The Thin Line. “It’s about  David/Joe which is one of my favorite pairings, it’s an AU fic, and it’s a fake dating one. And somehow I managed to squeeze in Fernando Torres to give a shovel talk in the fic.” Here’s an excerpt of that fic:

David looked up at Joe and his eyes were wide and warm. But the look in those caramel eyes were a mix of longing and sincerity and something vulnerable. Joe absently thought whether it was the same kind of look that David found in his eyes. Joe cupped David’s cheek with one hand, gently ran the pad of his thumb over David’s jaw. They were still swaying along with the music but their feet moved slower and slower, like the way the final notes of a symphony faded away before it ended. He slowly leaned forward and everything was starting to blur into slow motion. Joe could see each and every single one of David’s lashes. A little part of his mind realized that at some point they had stopped moving but at the moment Joe also felt like they were inside an invisible bubble, mist and cloud around them. Joe stopped moving right when the tip of his nose touched David’s. David’s breathing was warmly ghosting, almost like teasing, against his skin.

David’s eyes fluttered closed and his hands slid up Joe’s neck, threading his fingers between Joe’s curls. Joe closed his eyes but behind his eyelids he saw the cherry red of David’s cheeks, the rosy red of David’s lips.

In her writing, some of the lines can come in such a lyrical, almost poetical way, even when she was only using simple words. For example, let’s have a look at an excerpt from one of her fics here:

They were close enough that their shoulders sometimes brush each other. But the silence between them stretched like an unbearable distance.

They were so close, Marco could reach out for her hand to hold it.

He didn’t.

(He knew he wouldn’t be able to let it go had he done it)

She never asked him to stay anyway. So Marco left.

(That night Marco dreamt about winning the Champions League with Real Madrid. He won the cup and brought the cup home with him. The home was big and beautiful but it was empty. Marco hated the dream)

(Dream)

Utami said that one of her biggest insecurities in writing is her English. She said that she always finds her grammar is all over the place, especially when it comes to tenses. She also admitted that she felt her vocabulary is really limited, and she often scared whether she’s using the right word with the right context. “But I guess, one of the ways that I can do to improve is by reading even more and just keep on writing,” she said.

At the moment, she is working on two fics for the riordanverse fandom, in which one of them is a Musician!AU. She also mentioned that she has started a Creative Writing challenge last year, and she is considering to continue the challenge this year for the football fics.

We asked her for one tips she would like to share with us, and this is what she gave us.

The best way to improve in writing is just by doing it. It would be much better if you like, really write something, anything, other than just keep on saying that you want to write. Start small. Having 100 words scribbled on a piece of paper is still much better than nothing.

Well people, it has been a great pleasure to know more about Utami. And we hope that you also enjoy it as much as we do!

And as always. Let’s close this with another excerpt from one of her works, that she claimed to be one of the fics that was really dear to her

“So,” James said as they both standing on the pavement. “Well… It was… Nice…” he said, turning his head to look at David.

“Uh. Yeah,” David said, nervously smiled back at James.

His heartbeat started racing like crazy.

Thump thump thump.

He couldn’t do this. He shouldn’t do this. It was barely two weeks ago he had his heart broken. He was not ready for this.

(What was this, anyway?)

( The Color of the Sky)

[miss-pearlescent]

Please do a scenario when you have dinner with Kai's parents and you guys sit next to each other. He gets horny and starts touching you because you were wearing a skirt.

When You Attend Dinner with His Family feat. EXO’s Kai

You patted your stomach one more time as a reminder to keep it sucked in. You hadn’t dressed up in weeks and doing so again felt a little foreign. Before you had left the house, you had nearly walked out with your sweatpants still on.

It would have been a shame to forget the sequined skirt you splurged on just for tonight. Your boyfriend and his family had been overseas for a whole month and just arrived back this morning. Despite dating for a full year, you still wanted to impress the family at this welcome-back dinner.

Entering the restaurant, your fears instantly heightened. Suddenly the clutch in your hand seemed to weigh 100lbs as you pulled out the invitation. Fumbling around, you stood to the side, trying not to get in the way as other guests filed through.

You didn’t think it was going to be such a grand party. Sure, Kai’s parents were financially comfortable, but they had left for only a month. Why the audience?

With your invitation in hand, you joined the end of the line. Some faces you recognized but only by association. Nobody here was even an acquaintance. You just hoped Kai would arrive soon so you wouldn’t be milling around awkwardly all alone.

A warm breath tickled your ear and you stiffened. “Hey, sparkle butt.” You nearly jumped out of your skin as quick fingers pinched your behind.

You turned around, ready to point fingers. But you couldn’t even feign a hint of annoyance when you saw your boyfriend’s sly smirk.

One that turned into a mischievous grin as his eyes travelled down your legs and back up to your face.

Every inch of your skin suddenly burned hot and you nearly forgot how to breathe. Not only did his gaze heat your insides, the man himself made you weak.

In a black fitted suit trimmed with subtle gold, he looked like a king ready to take his throne.

A king that made butt jokes.

“Hey,” you said breathlessly. “How have you been?”

He shrugged and pressed a hand against the small of your back, guiding you past the line and into the bustling dining hall. “Good. You?”

“Good.” You could see an empty table near the front and it was clearly marked for Kai’s family. “Are we sitting there?”

“Of course.”

Yet when the two of you reached the table, your nerves didn’t calm. You licked your lips and played with your drop earrings. You watched the band set up and picked up your water, looking everywhere but at your handsome boyfriend who was playing with your fingers.

“You seem nervous.”

His words nearly made you drop your water.

“Hm?” You set your glass down and wiped at nothing on your lap before mentally telling your hand to stop shaking. “Do I?”

You finally looked up and saw that he was looking at your lap as well. “Yeah,” he muttered.

You fingers laced with his as you cleared your throat. “I’m really happy that you’re back.” You pressed the back of his hand against your racing heart. “It’s a little hard to stay composed,” you told him sheepishly.

The sides of his beautiful lips curved and he leaned in. “Then don’t.” He placed a quick peck on your lips. “And you’re not the only one trying to stay ‘composed’.”

Before you could ask what he was talking about, he leaned back and you saw his parents approach the table. The two of you stood to greet them, along with his sisters who trailed behind.

“Kai, you can’t just run off and leave us in the parking lot!” One of his sisters chided.

You raised an eyebrow as Kai shrugged and took his seat again. “Sorry, I wanted to be early.” He threw you a smirk before taking your hand again as you sat down.

-

Dinner went by with steady conversation. You listened intently as Kai’s family spoke about incredible plane service and delicious local food. They presented you with little souvenirs—a hairpin and a small mirror. You even tried to give some input when they began talking about the hotels they stayed at.

Tried. Because every few minutes, you found Kai’s distracting hand sitting idly at your knee. The first few times, you looked over to see if something was the matter.

But he was always in conversation or nodding to the live band or simply listening to you talk. His hand was just moving by itself.

You decided to ignore it until his fingers began to stroke your sensitive skin. You nearly put your hand on his wrist until his mother, sitting directly in front of you, spoke.

“This band is really talented!” she said, scooping some scallops into her mouth.

Kai said something in agreement.

You nodded and continued to eat, not wanting to attract attention to whatever was going on under the table.

That was doable until Kai’s rough fingers disappeared under your skirt and smoothed over the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Your legs clenched and you looked up to find Kai’s heavy-lidded gaze burning into you.

His thumb, the only finger that was free from the grip of your legs, continued to stroke back and forth, as if trying to coax you open again.

Your breath quickened and you didn’t fail to notice that his lips parted as well to catch his breath.

You shook your head just slightly.

This couldn’t happen in front of his family.

Kai extracted his hand and stood to whisper something to both his parents. They looked over worriedly at you before Kai led you by the hand away from the table and into a dark hallway.

“Kai?” you asked when the music was far enough that it was just a soft lull.

He turned and pulled you into his arms in one fell swoop. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest match yours. His heartbeat was racing as well. His erection… making itself known against your stomach.

Your breaths mingled as his thumb caressed your cheek. “We need to leave.”

“We can’t.” You gulped nervously. “The main course hasn’t even arrived yet.”

He gave a pained smile. “Then we’re doomed. I’m about three seconds away from lifting up your skirt and licking my way to dessert.”

You flushed. He might as well have been doing whatever he was talking about because you suddenly felt something dampen your underwear.

“Help me,” he begged, his nails digging into your hip. “Tell me why I shouldn’t fuck you right here, right now, while my parents enjoy the band out there?”

“Because…” you gasped for air as he rubbed his leg against your aching centre. It was getting hard to breathe, let alone think about reasons for him to stop.

You let out a small whimper as his lips travelled down your neck, suckling and licking. Demonstrating everything he was going to do to you down there.

Instead of giving in, you tightened your grip on his shoulders to keep steady. “Because…”

He gave a hard pinch to your ass and you did squeal this time. Immediately, you buried your face in his neck to hide it.

Kai chuckled. “Did you like that?”

Your answer was a hard grind against his erection until he hissed. Revenge was sweet.

“I think you are looking for a little punishment, sparkle butt.”

The nickname made you giggle and look up. “I like my skirt,” you said.

He cocked an eyebrow, obviously not following the direction of the conversation.

“I don’t think you should fuck me here.” You broke away from the embrace and pushed down your skirt. Thankfully, it lay perfectly flat and all the sequins hid any wrinkles. “I like this skirt, and I don’t want you to ruin it so soon.”

When you looked at Kai again, he had a blank stare on his face.

You kissed him, because he was so hot and cute and handsome and charming at the same time. You lowered your voice as you led him back toward the dining hall. “But when we get home, I’m expecting dessert.” You fixed his tie before stepping through the threshold. “Lots of it.”

—

This request was sent in a while ago but I was inspired by all the sequined skirts I see in MVs and in stores these days. And I can’t say that the MAMA performances didn’t influence me to scroll through my inbox hehehe this was a fun and quick write. Hope you guys liked it :)

[yg-got7scenarios]

Fool Series – Jinwoo

Mini-drabble series

*inspired by WINNER’s Fool MV.

Seunghoon.  Seungyoon 

Characters:  Kim Jinwoo (WINNER), You (Reader/OC)

Length:  2,264 words

Rating/Genre:  Angst, Mentions of mental problems, Dual personality, Bipolar personality, etc., Minor Violence

Same person, two different minds. Same person, two different insights and beliefs.  Same person, two different heartbeats.

You looked at the man lying next to you and you smiled ruefully before biting on your lower lip.  His long eyelashes and perfectly thick eyebrows, his prominent cheekbones and his gorgeous lips.  Jinwoo seems to be one of the most beautiful person that you ever laid your eyes on.

Aside from the fact that he is gorgeous as hell, he is also part of the CIA – one of the most trusted and profound members of the team. At the tender age of 26, he has achieved so much – being the most renowned agent since he started on his journey in the said department – it says a lot about his determination and hard work.

Most of his colleagues admire his intelligence and passion – but there will still be some of them who were insecure, but he brushes all of them off, which made you fall in love with him more.

You were a colleague of his in the CIA – but your job is in the support system – not dealing directly with the cases and the like. You never think that he will notice your presence, but you were told by your other co-workers that he has been eye-ing you since you set foot in the office – hence, he didn’t hesitate to ask you out a few weeks after you started.  You were pretty smitten at the first few dates that you broke the rule of “no make out ‘til third date” because at the second one, you guys are already doing it in his bed at his luxurious apartment.

“It’s rude to stare.”  He mumbles in his sleepy voice and you blushed deeply; not knowing that your boyfriend is already awake and he just caught you staring at him.

“Will you blame me?”  You said with your voice sounding like melted honey and Jinwoo smirks, his doe eyes staring right back at you and you squealed when circles his arms around your waist before laying on top of you, his naked body pressing against yours as he spreads your legs using his knees.  His lips grazing yours softly.

“I’m going to make love to you.”  He kisses you deeply and passionately, your whole body melting underneath his when he started touching you everywhere, multiple moans of pleasure leaving your slightly chapped lips.

“Oh, God, I love you.”

 It has been all over the news.  A masked man in a Fedora hat has been moving around the town – sending crippling fears towards the citizens.

A few dead bodies are found in the sidewalk – several stores have been set on fire and it’s been a week since the man first attacked. Being in the support team – your responsibility is to go through all of the CCTV cameras where the attacks and incidents have been made – ensuring that it has been compiled perfectly, notes taken down completely before sending it over to the investigation team.

Jinwoo has been so busy – being the lead agent to take care of the cases – so you had barely seen him.  You understood this side of him – really – and you are busy yourself, so you didn’t really mind much.

The next morning, you quickly rushed to the office since you got a call that the man attacked again in the wee hours of the night. They wanted you to review the CCTV footage immediately.

You get to work, downloading the footage quickly. You went over your confidential emails and it says that the man set the grocery store downtown on fire, which is just a few blocks away from where Jinwoo lives.  You only received one text from him that morning saying that he was rushing to work because of the same reason why you were at work early.

The footage was completely downloaded so without further ado, you played the video.

The man is still dressed the same way – the signature hat becoming his unique identity.  The store was already closed but you’ve seen that he went through the back doors.  He immediately shoot the three men at the storage room while holding a huge gallon on his other hand.

He began splashing the liquid, which you assumed to be gas, all over the room, and you noticed that he specifically landed lots of it on either paper, wood, or cotton.  The other video showed him walking towards the stack of goods where he continued sloshing the strong scented fluid.  He reached one corner where the fridges are; he looked up to where the CCTV camera was installed.

You cannot see his face because of the hat, but unlike before – he doesn’t have any mask on.  The shot is blurry, so you still cannot make out the guy’s face so you need to zoom it in closer.

To your surprise, the man walked closer and closer to where the camera was and he lifted his head high enough to expose his face.

Fuck.

 Your jaw dropped when you paused on that particular scene.  Your fingers are shaking and you forced yourself to zoom the photo in – your boyfriend’s face blocking the entire screen of the multiple televisions in front of you.

“J-Jinwoo?”  You murmured as you tried to take it all in.  You looked even closer, if possible, and it really looks like him.  It also looked like he did it on purpose.

You are still trying to take everything in – the top CIA agent is also one of the top criminals in town?  Or is he just a doppelganger?  It was quite impossible though – you are pretty aware of Jinwoo’s features and it will be hard to have someone who looks exactly the same as him.

You stood up, mulling over the shocking revelation you’ve managed to find out.  You are still in a deep haze when the door of your office suddenly opened.  You didn’t look right away but when you heard deep, harsh, and whiny breaths which you assumed is from the person who just entered. You turned to look at the person who entered and a loud gasp left your lips.

A breathless and messy looking Jinwoo appeared in front you and you held on to the back of your chair for support.  Your eyes scanned his body and you’ve noticed that there are a lot of similarities with what the guy on the CCTV footage was wearing. The hat on his hand also looks to be the same.  However, his aura and the way he looks at you is completely different – though his face is still the same, his presence made you feel like you are in a company of a stranger.

“J-Jinwoo?  A-are you okay?”  You whimpered, your knees shaking with unknown fear.  Your boyfriend lifted his eyebrow and the side of his lips quirked up.

“You must be pertaining to the perfect and handsome CIA agent, miss.”  He laughs sardonically and your eyebrows furrow in confusion.  What is he talking about?  Apparently you voiced it out loud because he stopped laughing and his lips form a thin line before gazing at you.

“Well… Let’s just say, pretty lady, that you are not talking to your boyfriend right now…”  He drops the fedora on top of the table across you before removing his gloves, walking straight towards your still amused form.

“Kim Jinwoo, is not here… I am not sure if I want him to be present again… I wanted to kill that side of me because he was trying too hard to be good.  He is always the successful one, the handsome one, and I fucking hate it!”  His voice grew louder at the last statement and your whole body is shaking with fear and the words that are leaving your boyfriend’s lips are driving you insane.

Your breath hitched when Jinwoo looks at the huge monitor in the room, where you have paused the scene zooming out the face of the criminal.  He let out a small laugh and when you’re about to shut your system down to prevent him from seeing more, you felt a hand on your wrist before you are swiftly and roughly pushed against the wall behind you.

“J-Jinwoo, please, what’s happening to you?  You’re not like this, this is not you, please – come back to me, come back to us-“

“Jinwoo is fucking dead!”  He is crowding your personal space and he is shouting directly at your mouth and you closed your eyes, your hiccups getting louder and louder and it seemed to drive the man in front of you even madder.

“Why are you fucking crying?  Scared that your CIA boyfriend will get convicted of multiple murder and all the likes?”  He whispers against your ear and it send a chill run down your spine – however, it is the total contrast to the usual shivers that you feel whenever your boyfriend talks to you.

“W-what did you do to Jinwoo?”  You cried and he laughs before shaking his head.

“Nothing, it’s just that he is not dominating this body, that’s all.”  He says before leaning towards you further, his nose grazing your neck and you quickly pushed him away.

“Why?  Jinwoo does this to you a lot of times, right?”  He stares at you and your body quaked as he inches closer to you again, his breath grazing your lips. “W-who are you?”  

“I-I am Jinwoo, your boyfriend.”  He mutters before laughing out loud and suddenly he was cradling your face and pressing his lips to yours, his chest clashing against yours painfully, the cold wall behind you adding to the tenseness of your body.  You gripped on his shoulders hard – this is not your boyfriend, I mean, physically, he is, but he will never treat you like this.  His mouth is demanding and his kisses are no way the same with how your boyfriend kisses you.  Your tears are falling freely from your eyes as your boyfriend-turned-stranger continued to kiss down your neck, your hands being lifted above your head without your consent.

“You taste so sweet – just like how I remembered… Maybe you didn’t notice that sometimes I took over whenever the two of you fuck… Remember that one night when you were spanked?”  He grumbles against your ear and you stiffened, fuck.

“It was me.”  He laughs before biting on the base of your throat and with all the strength you have remaining, you hit his groin hard using your knee before pulling your hands away from his grip.  You slapped him loudly before you made your way out of the room – making sure to lock it from the outside to trap the previous boyfriend-now-stranger inside your office before you call for help.

Jinwoo held his groin and growled in pain.  He hit the solid ground when you slapped him and his head started to throb instantly.  He closed his eyes for a few minutes and when he re-opened them, he looks confused.

He stood up, carefully scanning the room, his clothes, everything.  Damn.  He was unconscious again and he didn’t even remember how he got there.  His eyes grew even wider when he saw his picture on the monitors displayed inside the room.  He went to sit on the chair in front of the computer and played the video from start to finish and he had noticed what he was wearing, the smell of gas and fire on his clothes,

So it was me?

He was the lead agent for the case, without knowing that he is also the criminal – he was hunting himself.  He doesn’t understand how it happened, but maybe this explains the reason why he finds himself passed out on such unknown places?  Or from get-away cars?

He also became conscious of the fact that he is inside your office, the support area.  He saw your bag and your other things on top of the table – so it means that you were here.  A few moments later, he hears the door opening, making him stand up from his seat.  He holds his hands up high when several of his colleagues went inside, their guns in hand.  He also saw you from the back, your eyes misting and head bowed slightly, but you are still looking at him.

“Get on your knees, agent.” “I-I can explain, please, I – I didn’t know I was doing this-“ “I said get on your knees with your hands behind your back!”  Another officer yelled and Jinwoo cries and you gaped at him, feeling guilty.

“I – I didn’t do any of these, please believe me! I – I think I have a problem- Guys, please.”  Tears are running down his face and the other officer gave him a final warning but Jinwoo is already lunging, forcing his way out of your office and you were forced to stay behind another male agent but you are worried.  You wanted to see what he’s about to do.

“______, it’s me, I don’t know what’s happening to me, I didn’t do this, please!”  He reaches out for you but two male officers already have their arms around his neck and torso, forcing him out of the room.

“______, please!”  He calls out for you and you force your way out of the other agent’s grip as you look at your boyfriend’s face – what is going on?  Why does he sound like your boyfriend again?

“J-Jinwoo?”  You called out for him but he was already crouched on the floor, a heavy blow on his stomach rendering him motionless.

When lifted his gaze to meet yours, the same, dark, different eyes met yours along with an evil smirk.

He was a fool.