#its my fourth try at uploading this

[bangytell]

A cheating way jk| m

Don't believe in fairytales, but we got our fantasies And it's me and you, no she. Doja Cat— You right

Summary: Marriage isn't always a good fortune, or perhaps its only the person you married.

Genre: Strangers to lovers, smut

Rated: mature

Pairing: Jungkook x f!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: Non idol au! Infidelity, mentions of domestic violence, mentions of the use of alcohol, pet names, mentions of Namjoon, oral(f! receveing), unprotected sex, praise kink and I think that's all

a/n: I know some of you might have already seen this, im re-uploading, please be nice with your comments. Enjoy

The music pounding waves through your now drunk body as you dance along to the beat, and you feel a warm body approaching from behind you, too drunk to care that you sway your hips along his warm body, he chuckles into your skin and you feel a tickle. 

“Didn't know you're that fun to be around” his voice was deep and hypnotic

You didn't reply, but you looked as his curious look traveled up and down your body, the music was still so loud, and the dizziness of your thoughts made you believe that the best decision you could make is to kiss him.

You don't. You sit with your friends and try not to be wasted any longer. Your friends are laughing at some joke, and you focus your attention on the dance floor. He's not around anymore. You begin to feel that he was just some fantasy of your imagination. 

“Are you [Name] Kim?” The question comes from the man next to you. It's none other than him 

“Why would I give you that information?” he smiles wide, and your heart skips a beat 

“Well, gorgeous, you don't really have to, I know that is you” you arch an eyebrow

“How can a kid know me” his smile never leaves his mouth as he answers back

“How about I show you?” You shake your head in denial

“Look, honey, just get yourself home and forget about me”

“That's impossible” you chuckle “Even if I leave, you'll be in my mind” You show him the ring adorning your ring finger. He chuckles as you look confused 

“I'm not jealous” he leans in, and you get a soft sniff to his cologne. It's sweet and intoxicating 

As the night continues, he doesn't leave your side he tells you more about himself and he listens as you answer to his question, he looks and focus on your eyes, your friends are on the dancefloor and after another five drinks and the smell of his cologne closer and closer to your body lets him leave a hand on your thigh, you're laughing and his face is next to yours, his hot breath on your temple and you smile as you ask him: “And what's your name?” he chuckles and leads a hand to cup your face 

“Jungkook, and don't worry, you'll be saying it a lot tonight” You chuckle again, and he kisses you softly and hungrily his lips are soft, and so are his hands all over you.

The ride holding his back as he drives off on his bike to the nearest yet decent motel makes your stomach bubble up in excitement, you're married yes, but at this point there's no turning point.You arrive, he pays and leads you inside the room. He kisses you, and tries as hard as you can, to forget all your life's problems, and he notices how stiff your movements are and how difficult it is for you to live in this moment. 

“Is everything okay, doll?” You sit on the bed and cover your face with your hands

“I'm sorry, you're probably thinking I'm pathetic” he shakes his head in denial and kneels in front of you 

“Talk to me” you lock gaze with him, and he seems to have forgotten about the horniness in his body 

“I don't think this is a good idea” he nods and you talk again “You're amazing, and you make me feel wanted, desired, like a woman and not like someone's trash” 

“Why would you have such confidence in you?” You huff

“My husband, he's been unfaithful since the fourth month of our marriage, and we've been married for ten years now” you sigh, reminiscing how happy you were the first months 

“And why haven't you divorced?” You huff 

“It's a long story” his hands are on one of your thighs, caressing it as you sigh exasperated “Our families practically set our marriage from our cribs, he's been a heartthrob and I just play my part” 

“Is there any reason why you couldn't leave now? You must have some money of your own, and I know you have a career, so maybe you, you can…” you hold his hands 

“Don't feel so frustrated for me, we can forget about each other the next morning” he sighs 

“And if I don't want to?” You look at him in surprise. He cups your face and leans for a peck 

“Jungkook… I don't think this is good for you nor me” 

“Then just give me this night, give me just one chance to make you think of me” You sigh. His sweet touches and kisses make you agree as he hovers your body on the bed.

His kisses are wet and sloppy as your hands travel around his back, discharging his shirt, you take a moment to look at his wingspan and just at the sight your cunt yearns for him. He helps you take your dress from your head and notices the lack off bra, he cups your breasts with his hands and your body quivers at the cold breeze of the winter, soon his mouth has your nipple around his teeth, licking and sucking on one another making you moan his name and he hums into your skin, as a meal he enjoys. One of his hands is caressing your stomach, traveling down to discharge your panties and your hands are pulling his hair, the sound of his mouth making a wet mess all around your breasts makes you shiver. And he adores the taste of you, the smell of your perfume as he leaves a trail of kisses making his way to your pussy. 

He might be young but he knows exactly where and how to get you started, his tongue presses against your clit and loud pants leaves your mouth, soon, his licks become precise and slowly. He's taking his time eating you out, making your toes curling, and a moaning mess. Your hands are once again on his hair, swirling the strands of hair as you moan and mewl his name. 

He adores the way you say his name, the saccharine moans that leave your mouth and the way one of your hands is gripping the sheets in a attempt so stop the way your body keeps meeting his mouth, the way you close your thighs and try to swirl around him, his hands hold you in place as you shout “ ‘m cumin!” He continues the pace he has as you close your eyes, gripping the sheets stronger and letting your juices go through Jungkook's tongue. You're panting as he pulls his pants down, he gets you comfortable as his tip slides against your clit and he moans at the sloppiness of your cunt. He gets inside of you with a guttural sound from his mouth, he grips from your arms as he pounds into you, harder yet slow. 

“You take me in so well… almost like ngh… almost like your pussy made for me” he moans your name and looks in your eyes, he enjoys the way you're not able to maintain the contact, the way you're saying his name and the way your skin sounds every time he crashes into you.

he's pounding, bullying your walls as you scream at the overstimulation, his hands are now around your neck and you know he's done this before, by the way you're feeling the lack of blood through your head, his pace fastens, his movements are less precise and he cums into you with a guttural moan. The weight of his body on you and the heavy panting makes you feel in bliss. He chuckles as he pulls away from you and the sticky feeling has him giving you a worried look. 

“Don't worry ‘bout it” you chuckle, he gives you your clothes and as you dress you feel his gaze upon you “you're going to wear me out” 

“You're so beautiful” you chuckle and pat the empty space in bed, he lays with you and cuddles as you doze off to sleep. 

In the morning the bed was empty, only a small trace of his cologne makes you remember the night before. There's a small note on the nightstand, he has pretty handwriting. 

If you still want to give me moments to remember, call me

His phone number with a small heart drawing. 

The ride home was automatic, nobody was waiting for your arrival and that made your heart clench.  

You call the number on the note, wondering if it was the right decision, you're getting yourself full of bad decisions. 

“Hey, doll” you smile 

“How did you know it was me” he chuckles 

“I've been answering every call from my work hoping that it was finally you” your heart skip a beat 

“Are you free tonight?” you bite your under lip anxiously 

“For you, I'm free now” you chuckle 

“No Jungkook, I have some meetings today, so at night maybe…” he might believe I'm pathetic

“Alright, but I'll take you to dinner before, don't worry I'll text you the address, bye doll” he hangs up and you hear your front door opening, is your husband. 

“Hey [name] I'm just looking for something don't wait for me tonight” you huff 

“Your mom called, she wanted to know if-...” he cuts you mid sentence 

“I know, she called me earlier, since you can't leave even a text” you scoff 

“Go to hell Namjoon” he smiles and grabs his coat on the door 

“Already there babe” a loud thud leaves you alone in that big house again. 

Your day is filled with the reminiscence of the memories from the amazing night he gave you. You have a smile like no other, and as the night arrives, you're back at your house. He texted the address of a nice restaurant, you hear the front door, and your husband appears at your dorm.

“going somewhere?” he grins, and you find that… odd

“not like you care” you answer bitterly, and he chuckles 

“you wouldn't like to be messing with your perfect reputation, are you?” You chuckle this time 

“stop acting like you even care about me, ‘m out” you leave, and his words are a muffled sound as you walk away, you won't allow him to walk you like that ever again. 

The restaurant is further away than what you had in mind, but everything looks perfect as you arrive, there is a host welcoming you and you realize as the host walks you to his reservation that every table is inside a room, you couldn't hear nothing more than the sounds of your heels hitting the floor. 

A slide door opens, and Jungkook has a rose in his hands as he welcomes you inside. He gives you a peck on your cheek, and you feel the heat coming through them. 

“You look beautiful, angel” you smile and sit down. The host has long been gone, and as you too chat about your day, a waitress comes in 

Jungkook orders, asks you if that's okay with you and you nod in agreement, the fact that he's so considerate about you, he cares about your opinion, and overall he just seems so good to be true. 

The night goes smoothly, you laugh and be touchy with him all the time, around his chest, his back, his hands, and he does the same with you. It is an impossible task to try and keep your hands to yourselves.  

“Is there a way I can have you tonight?” you giggle as he caresses your back, the wine in your system has you dizzy enough

“ ‘m here” he chuckles, you're sitting besides each other and yet, he pulls you to his lap, his hot breath on your neck and his hands are on your waist.

“You know what I meant gorgeous” you shake your head in denial and he kisses the gap between your neck and your shoulder, your body shivers. 

“I do know, nevertheless, ‘m not positive this is a great idea” he nods, kissing your neck and stealing a sigh from you 

“Don't think about it, do you like me?” you lock gaze with him and nod “Then just do it” you cover your face for a second, unsure of how this will impact in your future, his warm hands take yours out of your temple “ can't force you into wanting this but” his hands pull you to him, his hot breath now on your breasts as he leans for a kiss on your skin “I think that you shouldn't think about good or bad, but what actually makes you feel something” you nod and pull him into a needy kiss, his lips are always soft and his breath smells to wine, his cologne is intoxicating every reasonable thought in your brain. 

After that night, many more had come, for a week you've been seeing him in motels and the restaurant, he texts you how much he misses you during the day, and he fucks you dumb at night just so you won't miss him that much the next morning–which you actually do–Two long weeks now and for this one night you can't see him, your husband hosts a party at you house and you have to attend.

You wear a beautiful champagne dress with your hair up and every guest gives you compliments as you walk through the room. Your husband has you from the waist as you try to smile to the guests he's going on and on about how gorgeous you are, and how he feels he won the lottery–all lies of course– the night goes smoothly, at midnight almost everyone is out, your husband is holding hands with a pretty young woman, he's too drunk to even care about being watched, you say goodbye to your guests as you see them walk off, to your bed. You follow them, the girl giggles at some stupid joke he just made, you hear the door opening and you rush yourself to not let them use the bed you're sleeping in tonight. 

“Namjoon, you better not be planning on fucking her on my bed” he scoffs

“It's also my bed, so I do what I'm pleased” you sigh, grabbing the girl from her arm and pulling her beside you 

“Leave, both of you” she looks scared and you try to look calm to her, she nods and walks away as your husband stands and push you “You didn't just do that to me” 

“You always ruin my fun” you scoff

“Namjoon, just take the guests room, and get away from me” 

“I thought that by giving you someone to fuck you'll be more accessible” your breath stucks on your throat, you look at him perplexed at his words

“What do you mean?” he looks at you 

“You actually believed that a young handsome man would wanna fuck you for free?” he spits and you shake your head in denial 

he wouldn't, would he?

“You're too old for that” he chuckles and your blood boils in anger. 

“Leave” he scoffs “you can't hear me? leave!” he stands  and walks towards you

“you'll regret this” he walks past you and leaves your house.

you cry your eyes out all night until the sun travels to your eyes making you wake up, your phone is buzzing, the name of your mother on the screen and after a long sigh you answer.

“can you explain to me why Namjoon’s mother just called me all hysterical?”

“well mother hello to you too, good morning” you huff

“This is a serious matter [name] they’ve been our friends since high school”

“So, you're telling me that she’ll stop being your friend just because I don't wanna continue being married to his stupid son?” You scoff

“no! is not that, but… we have a business they are our biggest investor, we could…”

“if this is ‘bout money, I have money” she sighs, and your doorbell announces a guest “gotta go mom”

when you open the door, you wouldn't expect it to be Jungkook, messy hair and heavy breaths, and that desperate look on his eyes… It is also filled with guilt 

“Am I welcome in?” You lift an eyebrow in response 

“Why should I let you in?” You scoff, and his soft features soften at your harsh tone 

“listen, I know that idiot made me look…”  

“just as an idiot, such as him” he nods at your interruption 

“ ‘m aware, but please listen and understand me” 

“I shouldn't” he nods in response and gazes at you with his big doe eyes

“but please…” you sigh and let him in. You close the door behind him, and as soon as your hands are free, he holds them. “he did offered me money, we had a deal… and ‘m a stupid college student with two part time jobs he sweetened his deal” you don't talk, you only gaze upon him in disbelief “he told me to get you to bed and then he'll give me the money” 

“how much?” he shake his head in deny 

“I didn't got a penny from him” you look surprise 

“but you…” 

“I wanted you to feel the same way I felt by meeting you, you changed me, changed my view of the world, my life wouldn't be the same without you” his words sound sincere and his desperate look makes you believe in him

“he said…” your voice gets muffled by his lips, he holds and cups your face and waist closer to him

“Angel… please believe me” he kisses you once more, gently and caressing your blushed cheek 

“I dunno Jungkook, I'm older than you and…” he scoffs

“You're only like eight years older than me and I really don’ care ‘bout that” you chuckle 

“ ‘m only twenty eight Koo” he chuckles

“see? even better, and yes, keep calling me that” you chuckle as you give in to his embrace 

“I was thinking maybe calling you… love” he hugs you closer, the strands of hair touches your face and his hot breath lights something within you 

“You believe me?” you nod, even if Namjoon has told you something he's always looking for a way to hurt you, Jungkook kisses you once more and you feel like melted ice cream into his arms, your hands try to grip from his shoulders as the kiss deepens his hands wander around your back till one of his arms helps you from the knee for him to carry you to the bedroom–by your directions– You're quite unsure of the moment, you've only decided to believe in him, this is still being in an affair, he's still that young man and anxiety kicks in. his lips and hands undressed you as he kissed every inch of skin he found. 

“Is everything okay doll?” you nod and he stops his movements “you don't seem good” you sigh 

“I don’ wanna think ‘bout that now�� you kiss him and pull his shirt and notice a playful grin on his lips, he’s so husky and big for a man his age, you caress his soft and warm body as the rest of the clothes that remain on each of you leaves your body. 

You don’t care, it has only been two or three weeks. You know your feelings are true and even if he doesn’t feel it in the same intensity you can enjoy it while it lasts.

Soon his mouth found the way to your dripping cunt he licks and sucks in the way he knows you'll see stars sooner than later. your hands grip to the sheets while saccharine moans escape your breath as his tongue rides you along your orgasm. He licks off the rest of the juices that left your pussy and he hums in content at the sight of it, you're drunk of his features, of his husky body embracing you closer to slide his cock along your folds, with a pant and a moan from him as he slides inside your walls his thrust are slow and his gaze is

fixated on you, the way you are hugging him closer and your hot breath is on his ear as his movements become faster and harder. 

“You feel so good doll…” he moans as your nails grip his back youre leaving mark for sure and he doesnt care at this point, he loves how desperate you sound as he fuck you dumb. his hands are between your ears and the silver chain moves along him, he’s so dreamy you wanna make sure you're awake to be feeling this way, to be so filled with him. 

Jungkook pulls away from your body but his pace doesn't change, now his thumb caresses the nub of nerves to pull you into another orgasm, only the sound of your skin crashing each other's body fills the room. He praises at your moans, at the way you call his name in a desperate mewl. You need him deeper if that's even possible. You need him to fill you up and as he continues you soon reach another orgasm as he, with a guttural moan fills your cunt with his cum. You're dripping while he enjoys seeing the way your hole clenches in search of his cock once more, as if its never enough, cause its not. He gets up to dress again, you cover yourself with your favorite silk robe as the door opens and your husband gasps in surprise.

“You… whore…” he attempts to reach you, but Jungkook quickly steps up in front of you, he’s only in pants and you notice the way he’s almost bursting in anger.

“Don’t call her that” he’s voice is harsh and almost too deep

“And who do you think you are kid?” he tries to push him, but Jungkook doesn’t move 

“C’mon Namjoon, don’ do this” he gasps and step away

“You fucked in my bed and you have the audacity to ask me not to do things” you scoff

“You've done it too, many, many times, and I just got tired of your cheating ass” he huffs

“I’ll ruin you” you scoff and step up from behind Jungkook “And your family too” you scoff at his intent to try to intimidate you

“Leave my house” you say in response, he gasps and tries to grab your arm “Aint saying things twice Namjoon”

“You'll never see the end of this” you huff as he turns and close the door while he leaves

He can’t scare you anymore, you made sure to have things your way, to have most things under your name and his attempts of threat would go unnoticed. Jungkook hugs you when he notices the way your body trembles, he kisses your forehead as he sits on the bed with you on his lap.

You sigh, feeling relief and warmth within you from the man holding you dearly. He hums in your ear as you calm down, you know you want to be with him, for real and as long as he lets you.

“Jungkook?” he gaze you and nods 

“Yes princess?” you sigh fidgeting your fingers

“Can we… date?” he huffs

“No, I'm supposed to ask you that!” he holds you by your waist, closer to his body “Date me [name]” you nod and giggle at his question 

“You're not… unsure, given how everything went between us?” he shakes his head in deny

“No princess, I wanna be with you, doesn't matter how things were” your heart beats with joy “Sometimes you gotta cheat your way through”

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[unholywriters]

Addicting Taste

WC: 8.2k

Summary: Everyone wants power, but what about afterwards? When you have everything you've killed for and worse. When you've gave up everything and gotten so much more in return to the point you have nothing and you're just alone with only your thoughts and the empire you've built? Choi Soobin, someone who became known in the crime world as someone to never even think about crossing or he would grab you and torture you for even thinking about running and trying to turn him in. But he never would just pick someone random from the streets to torture, and it was getting boring. So he decided to wear something that wouldn't give him away and would go to a coffee shop to sit and observe. But he wasn't aware that there was now someone new working there, and when he locked eyes with the boy, there was nothing anyone could do to stop his obsession from growing rapidly.

Tags: Mafia soobin, male reader, stalker, blackmailing, obsessiveness, possessive, unprotected sex, overstimulation, bl00d, some torture scenes {the beginning and mentions of one later}. dark read. Minors do not interact.

Credits: @sweetmelodygraphics and @xurengu0 for dividers

AU: I went back and fourth with this one, wanting to keep it a male reader but also a yeonjun but decided on the male reader since that's mainly what my page is for, so this will be a dark Soobin x Male Reader. I'm sorry these took a while, I went on a cruise and there was so many things to do between having fun and having to quickly pack to leave, let along getting logged out of my account on my phone and not bringing my computer or tablet with me, But I will try to crank this one out soon to upload the Demon's desire, that will be a series in itself so there might be separate post between those and other one shots like this one. All of these are full works that I don't want to rush out but hope they still make since every now and then. Please do enjoy this one along with the others.

Everyone will always do their best to get the power they want. Whether its having to dance on poles for money, sell their body or souls or even have to pick up the lies of a double life in order to make ends meet just to get to their dream goal. This mafia boss was no different, he grew up in an orphanage and was often always brought back because he had never gotten along with any of the other kids in the houses he was brought to. Sometimes he would tear the parents apart because of his thoughts and ways, but the last family was determined to keep him no matter what. They did the same things some of the other families did, they showed him love, they gave him everything that they could while also making sure he was lectured enough to understand why some things were wrong and other things were okay to do. But he still ended up in the hands of the dark world. He ended up bumping into a dangerous mob trade session, but he wasn’t scared of the man who threatened to kill him and his family, he did nothing but smile at the man. Something he rarely did and when this little kid was old and stable enough to move out within his adoptive parents trying to follow him anymore, he left and moved in with the boss and started right back at the bottom of the latter. 

But he was also fast enough to move back to the top of the position, claiming the title just as he turned 23 years old and seemed to even have things figured out. He had his own ways of keeping people quiet if they tried to bring up things he didn’t want to hear, like an arranged marriage for one. He didn’t want a pointless marriage that would lead to him losing his family, he worked hard to build overtime just to be painted as another villain later in life. It was so secure that his circle of close people only considered 4 people who he considered very close to him who he allowed to do whatever they wanted, if they were careful of their doings, personal lives and all things of that nature. While he continued to do as he wanted. His mornings consisted of an hour-long jog outside of his house, then doing the same back to his house in order to take a relaxing shower in his bathroom before getting dressed in more baggy and relaxed clothing before going to his favorite little coffee shop throughout the day, he mainly foes in the morning first before going in the afternoon before having to deal with a lot more dangerous things that now he finds to be boring. Then again for the late night before they close just to help relax before he walks inside to his close friends having a chaotic night and dragging him into joining the fun.  

And right now was around the time he would head to his coffee shop, but in a little bit more serious attire. He kept his classic black and white suit; he wasn’t looking forward to this meeting simply just because he wasn’t going into a boring old meeting. He had to set yet another example and continue with his day as normal. His driver would walk to this coffee shop and then have his driver pick him up and he enjoyed it because he could enjoy his coffee without needing to make any unneeded movements that could spill his coffee on himself or on someone else. The coffee shop wasn’t small, but it also wasn’t entirely too big either. Walking inside he gave a slight wave to the manager behind the busy counter and made his way to his corner booth. He would sit there and look out the window with a book sitting there with his old bookmark in his spot. There he sat with one leg crossed while waiting for someone to either ask what he wanted or if they would come over with his regular. But given how crowded it was he knew that he would have to probably recite his order to someone new and someone in the back would make it to his liking, He would just have to wait a while. 

“Good afternoon sir! Sorry for the wait, I’m Y/n! What could I get you today?” the male asked with a happy customer service tone, smiling as the boss turned to look at him, ready to tell the order but caught himself staring for a minute as if he were trying to remember what he wanted. Looking at their name tag and smiling even, which was rare for him to do. “It’s fine, I usually take a medium black coffee with sugar and cream on the side. I heard there was a new snack on the menu today? Have you tried it before?” Watching y/n quickly write it all down and seeing their head nod, their voice began to ring in his ears and smile even towards it. “Ah yes our mint green cake with buttercream frosting! Not to brag but I came up with it and the boss said if I got enough sales on it we could make it a permanent thing!” “Then I’d love to try that, give you an honest review.” Watching them write it all down, with an excited nod y/n left and powerwalked back to the counter to write it all down and started to get mixed within the bodies behind the counter all trying to work on orders for people to have their items and make room for new people as everything finally started to die down.  

Y/N was working on the order along with some others to provide a helping hand before coming back out with the bosses order, a smile still on his face as y/n carefully set down the coffee before setting down the new treat, which was part of the reason why today was so busy but it was a good thing. The boss looked at the treat to see that it was cooked while his drink was steaming hot and the way he had requested it to be. The boss gave a curious look while looking at the treat before using the fork to cut the treat in half before finally taking a bite. Letting it carefully sit in his mouth and taking slow chews to make sure he was tasting everything since this bakery thrived on feedback, whether it be good or bad they needed it to make sure everyone was able to learn and grow. 

Tilting his head to the left slightly, the boss swallowed and looked over to the curious and excited worker before carefully wiping his mouth with the napkin before clearing his throat. “It’s very...moist which is a good thing, not too moist but also not too hard. Buttercream is the best option since a lot of people love sweet things here, you did amazing with this y/n, this might just become part of my usual.” He answered, seeing y/n smile at the feedback before having to run back behind the counter. The boss happily enjoying his new meal, but there was just something about this one that got the boss thinking. He smiled at this person, gave them more feedback than he usually does and felt more...relaxed after his workout before waiting for his car to arrive to take him to work. It was something he almost never done before yet here he was as if this was a natural thing for him to do. It made him question what this one worker did, out of the many people he had seen time and time again, what was so easy about this one worker that made everything change? All the boss had time for was to shake his head before seeing the black car arrive right on time. The boss stood up, his plate with only a few crumbs and his cup empty. Leaving a note with y/m’s name on it along with some money as a tip. The owner knows that if this man leaves a note and cash for someone, if they don’t get the note and the cameras are checked, deepening on what he sees, he will make sure every lesson is learned before considering inviting you back into working. 

He left before the next rush could come in and sat in the car in the back seat while his driver slowly began to drive to his next meeting spot, which was something he was going to dread just because this was going to be about more land and a trade offer to see if anyone had anything he would want, Afterall he doesn’t just give things away for free. But since the driver had certain plugs so they could never hear anything the boss was saying since they weren’t allowed to hear it. So the boss took out his phone and called his hacker and tracker in order to figure out things about someone he was curious about. “Yes Boss, who am I looking for this time?” “Good morning to you beomgyu, you sound peachy as always.” Hearing a huff on the other side of the phone before the sound of a monitor turning on along with his mouse quickly moving around. Knowing he was about to have to get to work on finding information about someone. 

“I’m ready as ever Hyung, which criminal am I looking for now and this early nonetheless.” “I have a surprise, t’s not a criminal this time I want you to look for, this one might be an actual challenge that will take you a while.” The computer was finally one, all three screens turned on at once, each with their own screen ready to be used and show what he was looking one. The left screen being a grid of the entire city with airways for airplanes, the middle one being used for pictures, media, and just searching for anything and the right screen would be to listen in for any conversation with any device and camera's just to be sure there was nothing that beomgyu was missing and would be able to give an entire report on and not miss a thing. And hearing that this one wasn’t a criminal, but maybe just a regular person. “The cafe we go to has someone...new, I want everything you can find on them. You’ll know exactly when you get the screen pulled up. I want everything, I don’t care how embarrassing it looks, and I don’t care how long it takes you.” Hearing the faint sounds of clicking, both from the computer and from the mouse, it was easy from Beomgyu that this person was something else, especially for the boss to want everything before getting to see anything. “This must be a special person for you to want everything like this, it’s going to take me a while before you get everything that you’re wanting. Are they going to end up dead soon?” “No, but we will need to change everything once I have what I need, then yes.” 

To say that the boss was annoyed with how most of his work day ended was an understatement. Walking into his meeting place was enough to already make him mad because why did he have to be here? Because someone messed up with some of his trades and tries to steal from him. Which was already making him mad as is, having to now keep more people off of his back and whatnot, something he hated dealing with because now he had to pick up their mess and set things back on track the way it needs to be. Especially when it now comes to this certain someone who was able to magically come into his life and make him start to feel things after so long of not feeling it. It was hard for him to fully stay focused while thinking of this person, wanting to see them all over again and not be bothered by anything regarding work, at least so far that is. 

How does one simple person suddenly make it hard to do anything that you were so used to doing? Letting the others do their jobs easily without pressure or stress of doing anything else before getting here? All of those around the boss could see that he was zooning out in through, something he rarely ever did unless something was truly only his mind about to drive him crazy and he needed to find out what it is and figure out how to handle this in the ways he knows how. But he can’t get rid of this person by killing them, no this is someone only the boss wants to have to himself and nothing mor. To have them locked away in their house with no one else able to mess or talk to them without his permission. He wanted to be possessive over them and never let them leave his sight and if he ever had to do his best to save them, he would do so without question even if he had to do it all by hand himself. Something he considered doing since he knew he had his hacker hard at work with other projects that needed to be handled within a matter of time and how carefully these needed to be done.  

But he was happy with one thing as it was the end of the work day, watching the man in front of him die in pain before slumping over on the chair before his body was being poured ikn gasoline before being lit on fire. Something he would watch while everyone would see the flames dancing around in his eyes while he had his phone in one hand. Looking at the time he knew he needed to go, but if he went in the car and made things obvious, it would throw off everything and he didn’t need or want that to happen top him, not just yet. So he needed to head home in order to make things easier but he needed to make sure no one nosey was listening to him, so even in the car ride home he didn’t risk it. He knows he has moles and he doesn’t care for killing them all if he has to, after all he’s a mafia for a reason. Though his home was large and secure he enjoyed the peace but the loneliness was going to drive him crazy. Which is why his very close men were allowed to stay in his house so it made sense and there at least some chaos and noise in his large house. He kept the very top floor to himself for his room and other things, everyone else could have their own floor if they wanted to it didn’t matter to him how it went, he just needed to feel and hear other things around him. 

He walked past the kitchen while calling his hacker, knowing they were either in their room or now in one of the kitchens making food as a lunch break. “Yeess? I should almost have all of their information unless your asking about other task, which should be set up by now .” “The information, what else are we waiting on with that?” “Well, I’m getting their layout of hometown since they work at the cafe we always go to. Their apartment isn’t far from it, but if we need to keep them safe then we need their outlines.” “I can figure that out myself, just send me what you know, I need an excuse to leave the house anyways. Focus on the others and don’t destroy the house while I’m gone.” Beomgyu couldn’t help but laugh while the boss started to take his shower, it was a long steamy shower where he was clearing out most of his thoughts while also making sure he was clean, something he always took seriously before going to bed or when he was fully taking a bath or shower. Even afterwards and getting lotion on him, messing with his hair and getting dressed in all black to hide himself.  

After his shower and opening his bathroom door to walk back into his room, looking down at his phone to see everything he needed before leaving for the night, all he needed was their location and he would be able to set his plan in place. Grabbing a hat and a mask, it was going to be a very easy night for him. 

The boss was quiet with his footsteps, keeping his distance as he walked to the back of the closed cafe, the front doors were locked and the windows were covered. Y/n and the manager were staying back to ensure that everything was stocked and ready for the next day. Along with doing the menu boards for the morning. He knew there was a conversation going but this wasn’t the part he wanted to. Instead, he was quietly walking to the employee backroom. Where there was lockers in place and everyone was required to leave their things there, since it was going to be too busy to just have your phone and sneak talk to people when that could make the rush even more. Which is not what they need for business. The only phone that was allowed to be out there on the floor wasn’t even a phone, it was a tablet that had Spotify premium for those who wanted to come and pick out the songs, whether it be the customers or the employees. Walking bac k there was the easy part, but looking for the locker with their name was another story, because if the light was on too bright they would know someone is in here and y/n isn't in the full loop on how things work around here. But it’s better this way, it makes it easier. 

Walking around the small room their locker had their name on it where their phone was left. And since everyone here trusted each other there was no locks on them. So, finding their phone was the easy part, but he needed to do this part fast. Keeping the bag on his shoulder and keeping quiet, holding the phone and placing a chip in the charging port. Having the first part in his phone to get everything he needs along with making sure that his own tracker was going to work, not just on their location but everything else as well. Their likes, the videos they watch, the apps they use, practically everything and would have their number. But knew he needed to be smart about this. 

Kneeling down behind the lockers, he was able to get inside of the phone and work on it, he was able to get inside past the code and seeing how his tracker was now going to work. He could feel the smile on his face before putting the phone back in the locker and slowly walked out of the room to the doorway to listen to the conversation, wanting to hear their voice one more time. “So y/n, minus the rush, what did you like about today?” The manager asking while finally slowly closing the cash register while looking over, watching them draw more designs on the calendar that would match with the drinks and food of the day, since everything would change and sometimes it would be annoying but other times it was relaxing to do after a long day that just never seem to end no matter how it felt. Y/n was focused on drawing while trying to answer. “They were all nice, the one who really liked what I made was very cute. He gave me the most honest review too! I have another one for tomorrow and hoping that I can get his next reaction for this one. I hope it’ll be autumn theme too since were close to the season, but I’m really excited for October, I have so many ideas for that one!” The boss could feel the smile on his face, making sure he didn’t give away his position while staying closer to the door so he can make his escape and follow them. 

“I knew he was what you needed when it comes to advice with this, he always comes here when he has the time. I have a feeling you two will be very close soon.” “What’s his name? Oh please tell me.” “His name is Soobin, don’t tell him I told you that, when you get that hung up go on and head home. We have a long day tomorrow.” Soobin could only quietly walk to the door and closed it silently. Hiding along the shadows while having a smirk on his face under that black mask. He didn’t take a car; it would be too obvious and he didn’t want that to happen when trying to get this close to them. Even without the headlights on, it would’ve been a bad idea when trying to drive along the roads since these tend to be busy. He didn’t need this to happen as of now, so walking on foot would do and he was hoping that since the cafe seemed to be close to where they live, they would just walk there and he could figure things out from there. Whether it be an apartment complex or their own house, he was going to find a way to get inside and make sure he had the place all laid out and he could easily come in and out while acting like the nice and caring friend he was often known for being. Something he was going to use to his charm and advantage.  

While standing in one of the darkest corners, he saw the back door opened and watch them step out with their bag on their shoulder, smiling to themselves before starting to walk to the sidewalk where a lot of people were walking, and this was Soobin's time to act. He followed behind them as quietly as he could, making it look like his head was down and he was trying to scroll on his phone so no one would think he’s trying to do something to someone if he were trying to keep pace with someone. The walk was going well, something he was happy about as he looked up to one of the apartments complexes. It wasn’t entirely too fancy but there were still great things. The rooms were almost all the same but they were still some of the best out there. The large complex on the outside was painted a soft warm white with yellow wood separators on the outside. Soobin followed them to one of the farther buildings while trying to keep watch, knowing if he went inside, it would give away his position so he went around to the balcony’s. 

Inside of the complex, it was like walking into a warm feeling and being able to relax after a long day of having to walk around. In the living room, there was a fireplace surrounded by white painted brinks to with a little black metal stand for fresh firewood to stay. A large peach tan couch with a soft white blanket laying on one of the cousins with a remote close by, a tv being on the wall above the fireplace. A round wooden table with a dark brown table cloth with a small round coaster and a bowl empty for snacks, And a large white carpet underneath everything. The kitchen was slightly large, the appliances were all electric which seemed to make it easier when trying to cook and get things done. The counters being a dark oak wooden color while the counter tops were a slight brown granite with a brown towel hanging over the oven handle. Walking to the bathroom and turning on the light, looking at the large glass mirror that was oven the white countertop sink with some things neatly laid out around the sink, y/n walked over the towel bar and set down on the large white towels on the counter top while walking over to the separate shower with a glass sliding door with the large sunk in tub waiting. While taking a shower, soobin was trying to make sure he had the right balcony to look into when he knew he would have to come back But also needing to know which windows was theirs, not wanting to leave unless he got the one he needed.  

After what felt like forever, he saw one of the bedroom lights turn on, seeing the window on the second floor open up and there he was. Knowing everything would slowly go into play, he couldn’t wait to get his plan in action and keep them to himself. He stood there with his hands in his pocket, seeing y/n in the window looking out before closing everything. He knew where to go, and soon he would be able to do everything he needs to do without looking creepier than he knows he would be if anyone where to be looking at his direction but as of right now he wasn't about to be worried about that. He didn't bring much of anything with him, since he knew y/n was in a complex, there would be cameras' around and if someone were to ever nosy it would ruin everything before he could even get started. So, making up his mind and having everything planned out from here, he left. But not without a smirk on his face as he made his way home.

“Things just always never seem to go the way we plan them out. Being nosey doesn't always get you the things you want y/n, you should know that with the things you've told me over the couple of months.” Soobin said in a tone dead voice, looking at the table in front of him that had a white cloth covering the dark wooden table. A lot of tools made for torture and branding were laid out in front, with the muffles screams and cries of the one person soobin nevger wanted to hurt like this. But if y/n had managed to leave south korea tonight, it would've been bad for both y/n and those who would they to cross soobin in more ways that he's willing to let get past him. Soobin proceeded to grab some scissors before walking over, wearingv a large baggy white t-shurt with black jeans and scissors covering his hands. Kneeling down to mes with their hair while they were trying to tug at the handcuffs, but they were burning their wrist in the process. But their mouth was covered, making it hard for y/n to make any noises as loud as they could, not that anyone would be able to hear or do much.

“No Mafia boss likes doing this. But you aren't just dealing with someone who could be killed easily. You're dealing with the mian one, the main one who will let everyone know exactly who claimed you, and trying to run and hide leads to more harm to others. Once I like something, I don't let them go.” He whispered in their ear, cutting down the back of their shirt and watching them shake as teh sweat started to trail down. Something soobin always thought about doing, even if it wuld burn, but he didn't want them to be scremaing throughout the enitre process, they would be shaking and it would just burn more. Soobin wanted to do this alone, no one else being able to see this moment but himself befcore having to take y/n back to his house since their aparmtner was cleared out within the minute soobin had to take them by force. SInce y/n had went through his work phone and found out everything, which of coruse rightfully scared them, but soobin was never gouing to let them go. Walking back to the table, he grabbed a cloth and walked back over.

Watching y/n trying to shake their head before their nose was covered with the cloth and their head being held still to make sure it was covered. Softly shushing and humming as he ketp his eyes closed befoer no longer feeling any struggles and muffled cries of fear. After staying still for a minute, moving the cloth away and seeing their head slump over once again, soobin dropped the cloth and grabbed the burning iron with a large s on the end, looking at the skin he loved to see before slowly pressing it in the center of their back, watching the skin burn and the letter slowly become permanet on theri back before pulling it away and setting it down elsewhere, away from the two of them and ina cold bucket of water to make sure nothing else was burning because of it. Watching the glow slowly die down, he walked to teh table one last time before grabbbing some rubbing alcohol and a rag, carefully dapping it on and around the engravement, some ointment as well just to help with swelling and crema before wrapping it around their torso. He could feel a twisted grin appreaing on his face as he looked down at them. Seeing how peaceful they looked while sleeping, how they were relaxed and finally in his home where he would be able to watch their everymove. But he knew he couldn't let them in the main house, they would try to get out and even though he knows his friends. He also knows that y/n is smart, getting into things to try and escape would make it hard for them. Which is why his main property had a second smaller house behind it, even though the main one was large, this one was where he would keep mjore of his things so his friends didn't feel crowded all living in one house.

Slowly locking the handcuffs, keepinmg tehm close by as he slipped on one of his larger shirts on y/n to cover them and putting the handcuffs back on, preparing for the fight, screaming and yelling that was going to happen when they woke back up. Slowly laying them on the ground, on their stomach, he locked the handcuffs back on them before carefully picking them up and walking back to his car. Setting them in th passneger seat and clicking teh seatbelt, he got in the drivers seat and began to drive himself back home. Letting the car stay silent with air conditioning on for what felt like hours, which was only a 45 minute drive and he kenw that he had to be fast or things we're going to get out of hand very quickly and he didn't need that right now. But after getting home and using the second driveway to get to the smaller but more cozier house, he parked the car and began to carry them inside. Closing and locking the door before walking up the stairs and laying them on the soft bed before walking back down to teh main door and enteritng a code. This would make sure every door was locked, even the ones on the side and garage door. The windows would be harder to break but still allowed natrual lighting to be seen.

Letting out a content sigh, soobin slowly walked back up the stairs and looked at teh bed, sitting on the edge and just watching them more closely before seeing that y/n jumped awake. Panting as their eyes frantically looked around before landing on the calm man, who still had a dead look in his eyes and not the same bright and shiny eyes that tehy were used to, that had life in them and could sparkle like the stars. These eyes had nothing, almost as if he were nothing mjore then a corpse waking around trying to fit in and get by. Trying to kick their feet to get away, but they soon let out a pained muffled cry and laid back on the bed slowly and still in pain. “Don't move too much, the mark still needs time to heal and it will take a while. Trying to move too much will hurt you more.” Tilting his head to the side, he could see the glare, filled with anger, but almost filled wit fear, something that made him smirk because ti was something he was used to but nevertheless amsuing all the same to him. It made him get closer while trying to watch tehm squirm away but given how they were placed, there was every little they could do to get away from him.

“I’m a maffia boss y/n, I've seen this same look so many times it used to make me feel bad. Then it made me smile but now it does nothing. Yet there is something about you.” He started, kneeling on the ground with his upper body laying on the bed, hands holding up his head that was still tilted like a curious cat watching their owners do their normal activities yet still being amused by every little step. “You did something to me, something no one was able to ever do, sure my friends made me feel things but you woke up something dark. You left me wanting more, making me go crazy and for the longest time I had already assumed I was insane for the way I handle things now. Yet everytime I had to leave you it was like walking into a freezer and staying there, even just having to wait to talk to you was torture. I knew it was bad, all of these little thoughts in my head but the only way for them to even remotely be quiet was by getting you. By staying next to you and just hearing you, the only act you ever got out of me, was pretending that seeing guys and girls flirt with you in front of me never bothered me. And it drove me insane.”

He started to talk, almost as if he wanted there to be some form of emotion behind his words but there was nothing that was able to show. No love was showing in his eyes, his tone sounded still and stiff, almost like he didn't mean it like the other times he was able to mask his emptiness and find a to make his emotions sound real. But this was a struggle for him, but he knew how this would end, hearing it time and time again. Watching Y/n still trying to stuggle while panting, but there wasn't anything they could do, soobin had everything thought out when it came to situation like this and any attmepts to escape by flirting or trying to fight their way out. All he could do was look at the person that still somehow made his heart race when he couldn't show it on his face as much as he wanted to so his emotions could be real. “Your wound will real within the following weeks, but moving too fast or trying to do things will cause it to puss and bleed more. I will be downstairs till you need something that I need to do. I will come around and check on the mark, but for now, trying to sleep on your stomach.” Slowly standing up and walking away from teh bed, walking down the stairs while listening to their pa ts, knowing he was going to have to wait till they fell asleep before taking off the handcuffs because he didn't feel like fighting them anymore.

Sitting on the couch, all he could do was huff before leaning his head back, with his eyes slighly closed, listening closer to his surroundings while he could hear the soft movements from the bed. Y/n was still sitting there, looking around and up at the skylight window, hissing before instanly looking back down and being annoyed at the handcuffs, but their mouth was still covered which was making this hard but they tried to stay calm before letting out a loud muffled sound. Which made soobin get up, his hands in his pockets before seeing why. “Oh yeah, thing I got carried away, then again if you scream I'll tie it back.” Walking to the side nad taking his hands back out, he untied the gag from their mouth and tossed it in a corner for dirty things. Watcching as they coughed and tried to catch their breathe before looking over at soobin. Staring at him with a confused look, trying ti put the pirces together along with becoming more aware of the situation, and where they are while he just stared at y/n.

He wanted to show more emotion then is he right now, but knowing how this situation looked and felt, trying to show feeling would make it nearly impossible for him to feel anything and trying to show much of anything. If he was going to do any of that, he needed to get through the storm first, which he knew wasn't going to happen. “Soobin, come on, what is going on here?” Asking with confusion laced in their voice while Soobin pushed his hair back, letting out a soft sigh before putting his hands back in his pockets. “I did tell you my job is something very dangerous and not easy to get into. A Mafia boss isn't really the best job to fall in love with someone. But I know better than admitting that to you at our first meetings, then again, the cafe you work at is under my protection and some of my funding but unless you became a manger, you wouldn't get to know that. "He could see the pieces coming together inside of their mind while he finally sat on the bed, resting his feet after standing and walking around for a while.

“You're a very curious cat y/n, but then again I can't be too mad at you when I do make it hard to not want to dive in too deep into the things I've done with some reactions from certain people you see me talking to when I don't see you coming or on the phone.” Trailing off, he kept his hands in his pocket, changing the way he was standing only to look at y/n in the eyes a slightly smile before walking closer. He could see the flinching and confusion in their eyes and in their body language. The tense and curled up position while Soobin just stood at the side of the bed, his hands never moved but his upper body had leaned in closer, seeing them get closer to the wall at the far corner being scared of their reaction or what they could do afterwards. “This will be a very… interesting time for what I can see. Enjoy it.”

“Wine is more dangerous then alcohol they say, it gets you intoxicated faster then beer would. My little wine glass, do you realize just how drunk you get me so quickly like this?” SOobin teased, moving his two long slender fingers slowly but sharply inside of y/n’s warm hole. Watching them tightly hold onto his office desk with their legs struggling to stand straight or stay still on their own without any help. Y/n’s hair almost covering their face completely just to show the mess while the office was filled of their whimpers. Trying to stay quiet and catch their breathe whist listening to the words coming from behind them. Soobin still sitting in the chair while looking out teh black tinted window with a wine glass barely filled with his favorite wine ever. There was nothing more that soobin wanted in this moment. Seeing y/n almost completely naked on his desk with the only things left being their buttoned down shirt laying on the desk to act as a cover and something for them to bite.

Their quiet whimpers soon turned into loud moans and gasp once Soobin started to pick up the pace with his fingers, taking one last sip of his wine before standing up, his fingers still moving and stretching the space they were in before quickly pulling them out, bringing his fingers close to his mouth to lick them clean. He could see the body under him just shaking already which seem to have brought a smirk to his face while titling his head to the side. “SHaking from my fingers already? You last 15 minutes with just my fingers and you already might just bust?” Taunting before flipping his lover over, looking at how fast their chest was rising and falling trying to catch whatever air was able to go in and out of their lungs, his dick stadning tall and looking like it was trying to bounce even but his arms were alos starting to shake. After all trying to hold onto a desk is somehting but trying to get prepared for the things that are about to come is another. “Kneel. And suck, maybe then I’ll give you the things you’ve been begging me so much for within the past hour.” Raising his eyebrows in a teasing manner, he watched y/n slide off the desk onto their knees in front of him.

Unbuckling the belt and pulling down his pants just to see a very excited dick showing up and finally free from the restraints of his pants, feeling the cold air only to then be met with a wet and warm cavern of his lovers mouth, meeting the wet slippery tongue swirling around it with their head bobbing back and forth, letting out gagging sounds with closed eyes. Soobin could feel their hands holding onto his thighs to keep themselves stable while feeling the a large hand running through their hair only to grab a handful of it. Soobin leaned his head back and let out a string of pleased groans, looking down with his head tilted to the side with his eyes closed. His door wasn’t locked and he knew his actions were on display so if someone wanted to come in for whatever reason, which some do a lot without knocking which is a stupid thing to do, they will walk in on this and be sent away or there will be consequences later but right now he wasn’t thinking of that. His eyes moved down to look at the sight below him. He could see the drool falling down their chin onto the carpet, their desperate muffled moans with gags following while their pace changed from quick to slow before being forced to stay still. Feeling something salty on their tongue before being pulled away.

Their eyes opening and their tongue hanging out with more fast pants and a pleading look. Something soobin always knew he would enjoy but being able to actually see it ewas different and it was something that was going to drive him crazy and there was nothing anyone could do to even replace this sight. Their messy hair that was sticking to their head, the mess in their mouth even after they swallowed and just the begging look. He didn’t know which one he wanted frist, to pound them on the tinted window knowing no one would be able to see, hopefully, or having them bounce till they no longer could and just fall asleep on them later. Both sounded amazing and it made him twitch while he licked his lips. He pulled y/n up and pinned them against the window, their hands resting against the glass with their legs spread by soobin’s knee while feeling his hands rub their sides before smacking their eyes, enjoying the surprised yelp and the jiggle before teasing their stretched empty entrance with the tip. Using one hand to hold their sides and hte other to guide him inside, finally pushing it in, he bit his lip and listened to the loud moans as he added more till he was fully in. Closing his eyes and letting out a relaxed sigh.

Keeping one hand on their side and the other one grabbing a fist full of hair, tugging hteir head back as he started to qucikly move his hips. Hearing the loud sound of skin slapping with the music of his lovers loud moans, cries of pleasure and those melting whimpers while their eyes would stay closed or would open to only roll to the back their head. Their mouth staying wide open no matter how hard they tried to keep it closed. Anyone walking by would be able to hear the loud moans and begs before most likely running to not have to hear sounds they weren’t supposed to hear in the first place. Knowing their boss is possessive and only wants to hear the sounds for himself. Their legs were almost shaking from the force coming nonstop behind them. The angel was changing it seemed like but their prostate was being abused in a way that made it impossible to stay even remotely quiet no matter how hard anyone tried. It was like jumping on clouds or getting the best stretch ever. Feeling their skin stick together because of the sweat, feeling the movements before feeling the wet kisses on their shoulder. Licking it and soon biting it, knowing this will leave visible marks all over him no matter anyone else tried to cover.

“You’re my little wine glass, aren’t you? I’m the wine that you can’t get enough of once you taste it. Look at you drooling on my window, you can’t even get a word out to me just to tell me if you want something now can you?” He deeply said in their ear, he could feel the squeezing, the shaking even from trying to hold in their release. “Please…Please please please! Fucking god please!” The broken cries were enough to even make him release. Hearing the gasp and mewls, pulling them away from the window to even see the stain left on window. The sweat and juice stains made him grin while panting. Holding their limp lover in their arms while their legs shook, eyes still tightly closed with sweat covering their body. He just wanted one more, one more but he could tell if he did they were going to pass out in his arms. Which is what he wanted. So he laid them on the desk, their back on their shirt and watched their eyes flutter open when they felt something push back inside of them once again. Trying to rest their body on their elbows while their legs were wrapped around Soobin’s exposed waist, the only thing still on him was his white unbuttoned shirt ot show everyhting bare. “Two glasses are never enough. I need three, then you can pass out from the intooxciating feeling.”

He held their hips tightly in his big hands before picking up the pace, listening to the broken moans and leaning down. Kissing and sucking on their neck and chest, alliwng him to fully feel the shaking and hearing the cries of pleasure while tears streamed down y/n’s face. Knowing their chest was going to be covered in markings and nothing more and even hand prints. Y/n’s upper arms had wrapped around soobin’s shoulders and gripping the shirt with their tounge still hanging out while their vision started to blacken but they were getting closer and closer. With a weak whisper, all they could let out was a faint “Soobin…” Before the two had realsed one more time. Soobin staying still and watching y/n’s back arch up before laying on the desk, his chest slowing down and their eyes were closed. They were asleep, soobin slowly pulled out and stood up. Looking down at his artwork and smiling even at it. He kneeled down to grab his phone to take yet another picture, he ahd thousands of tehm from moments he wanted to remember. ANd this was one of them. Tossing the phone on his chair he walked to his bathroom and grabbed a twoel. Cleaning himself since all he had was his work clothes and quickly got himself dressed. Walking back over to y/n, he was careful when cleaning his inner thighs and behind. Being as gentle as he could while making sure everything was clean.

Wiping the sweat off their body and drying them carefully, he held them close while slowly getting their clothes back on, making sure it all looked right before setting on the couch to the far left, wiping down the sweat and setting everything back up, cleaning off the window as well before picking up y/n and sitting back in his office chair where he continued to get the rest of his work done throughout the day, He had a smile on his face that no one was able to see outside of this office.

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Today Lorch is once again defending her "Steven Universe is Garbage" video. You know the one she supposedly disavows and we shouldn't take seriously cause she was totally being abused at the time you guys. By the girlfriend whose surname she stole and who got away.

[Lily's Post]

Oh boy there's so much bullshit. Time to get the shovels.

See guys!? MY video is far ahead any other video on Steven Universe if you just eliminate all the ones analyzing lore or theories or recapping the show!

Lily you never grew out of being that kid on the playground who constantly tries to change the rules of a game in your own favor.

Oh so... not an original work of analysis. As we well know.

Already Lily broke her own rules she arbitrarily made up to get the result she wanted.

So she's back to defending and bragging about the Garbage video despite in her 2023 SU video saying she disavows most of it and was just really angry at the time. So she was full of shit but who's surprised?

Lily. Look at who is second down on your own list.

You're up there with the guy who put fried chicken buckets over anyone not white on the cast and crew list.

THIS is why your video was explosively popular. You were saying the popular thing. That Steven Universe am bad gay woke show. You were appealing to the "alt-righters" you try to say your critics are.

So now after saying "NOT UH I DIDN'T DAMAGE THE SHOW'S REPUTATION ONLINE" she is bragging about her video being the "last pickaxe into its back".

Critical people don't stick around forever but here you are 6 years later still talking about it.

You're fourth down past a bunch of playlists of actually good videos signed out in a private window in Firefox for me sooooo...

And if you did quit your channel would quickly slip out of the algorithm, Lily. With no activity on your channel you won't be recommended. And after 6 months of no uploads you'll lose monetization. Idiot.

Yeah we were all jokingly cheering and singing "Ding Dong The Witch Is Dead" about it. So subhuman.

Nobody "panicked", Lily. People told you that you clearly didn't even watch the show. Because you clearly didn't even watch the show. Then you took down your first video on it and put up a second one where you just spoil the ending of the manga out of spite.

Lily "people are just transphobic" didn't work for Poppy, it didn't work for Keffals, and it's not gonna work for you.

[notjuststardust]

Bucket Time Trafalgar LawxReader

Reader eats too much brownie batter and suffers. Inspired by me at least once a week :). Keep in mind this is not proof read and its literally the first forethoughts that belched from my brain rot of this concept so take it easy if there are grammatical errors, please. Might upload an edited 3rd draft once I get there but for now enjoy this fluffy slice of doctor Law taking care of his sweet tooth crewmate. Fluff and some angst if you squint.

TW: Mentions of vomit, hypersensitivity.

“What did I say about consuming raw brownie batter?” Your captain growled, your locks in hand as you wretched into your bucket for the fifth time tonight.

 “Not to eat it in copious amounts..” you whine, giving him your best puppy eyes in hopes of some sort of appeasement.

 “No I said don’t eat it at all.”

 “But-“ you’re caught off guard by another wave of nausea, dipping your head back over your bucket and spilling your guts. As irritated as your captain is, he can't help but feel a swell of pity about your predicament. You always licked some of the brownie batter from the bowl on baking day despite his strict orders not to but Shachi and Penguin had dared you to down the entire thing. You’d done it in 60 seconds.

 That had been the beginning of the end of your wellness.

 “S-sorry,” you sniff, tears slipping from the mere action of relieving your stomach, grabbing for the clean cloth on the sink to wipe your mouth. “Wont do it again.” You mutter weakly, head nearly drooping from tired yet Law knows one thing and that is that your sweet tooth always makes you a liar.

 Once your fever goes down and he discharged you to your quarters when next month rolls around you’ll forget all about this and indulge once again in the chocolate goodness.

 It’s too late for another scolding so he chokes back a comment, replacing your bucket with a new one. As the sink rolls on he watches you in his peripheral, barely upright from dehydration and exhaustion. He’s shocked you haven’t dropped by now. You’ve had a fever since 5 o clock when Shachi and Penguin had finally decided to relay your secret sickness to the captain. 

 You’d made them promise not to because you looked ‘gross’ and smelled bad but it was no worse then what he already was used to. Now it was 1am and you were barely upright, staring off in a daze of impending doom toward your bucket.

 “Go to sleep.” It sounds more like a threat than a suggestion. You huff and squirm. 

 “If I fall asleep I might miss the bucket. I’ve never missed the bucket before.” He freezes mid scrub, cranking his head to look at you. Sensing his stare you stare harder at the bucket, trying to ignore the intensity bubbling his steel gaze molten.

 “Your health is not something to make a gamble of,” more than anger is evident in his command, making you shrink. “If you miss I’ll just clean it up,” he gestures to the cot pulled out in his office for you. “Now sleep.” He gruffs watching you stand and sway out of the bathroom, careful to avoid even a glance his way.

 He relaxes once he thinks he’s won.

 That’s until he’s droning through paperwork only to find you wide awake at the crack of dawn, refusing sleep even still. “(Y/N)-ya.” Your eyes snap shut. He stands from his desk.

 “I haven’t missed the bucket before, I won’t miss it now!” You levy and that’s the hump that breaks the camels back. All the worry, stress and disrespect peaks spilling out of Law’s throat as projectile, emotion and tired clouding the real contents that spew fourth.

 “Are you that naive? I’m a doctor. Without proper sleep your body won’t properly restore your ATP. You’ll just keep getting worse,” he snaps, hackles raised as you turn up your nose in refusal. “If you’re really going to act like such a child I may as well drop you off with strawhat-ya! Tell me, is that what you want? You might fit in with the band of idiots..” The tension clenching his chest into what had felt like chronic hypertension eases with his outburst for only a moment. 

 There’s only the brr of the submarine and the shuffle of a body, yours, flipping over to face the wall. Law opens his mouth to take it back but you speak first. “If that would be easier for you, I accept your decision, captain.” Your body trembles and it’s not from the uptick of waves. Caging a hand over his mouth Law tries to concoct something to salvage his harshness with you. A snore graces your lips and whether artificial or not the doctor decides is best to simply say nothing for now.

—- 

 Law returns from breakfast to find your cot freshly made and… empty. Oh no. 

 He starts with your bedroom. You hadn’t been down for breakfast and he hadn’t taken your temperature just yet. Had you seriously left before he could make sure you were okay? No, you were sensitive, a bit silly but you were not an idiot. Not like he had said at all. After checking just about every room the doctor freezes something blatant clicking in his brain. He murmurs a quiet ‘shambles’ switching himself with one of Ikkaku’s trinkets only to enter as a closet door slams shut.

 “Ikkaku.” The ginger slowly turns her head, face pale as she giggles too much. He doesn’t need to say anything because he scanned the room the minute he’d switched. You’d been found a while ago.

 “H-hey captain, what are you doing in here?” He almost states his business fully but the only worry on his crewmates face is for fear of you being found. If you were sick Ikkaku would most definitely rat you out.

 “Tell (Y/N)-ya I need to see her in my office when you see her.” He flicks a telling glance toward the closet before hesitantly excusing himself and like clockwork he hears the closet reopen.

 “He wants to get rid of me. Doesn’t he?” He goes frigid at your words. You were notably the most sensitive of your crew members. Emotion and human behavior were your strengths so how could you think such a thing? Nevermind, of course you thought that, you’d thought he implied it last night.

 Law stands outside the door, frog in his throat when you open it. You don’t seem shocked that he’s out there but you don’t seem happy either, eyes scanning him over for any sense that he had in fact heard your words. “Sorry.” You apologize almost instantly, eyes set to the ground in silent shame. There was more color to your face and you smelled like waffles.

 You’d kept something down, good.

 “Room.” He murmurs, and you both reappear in his study. You blink off the still heavy nausea and plonk into a chair. He takes your temperature and administers a subcutaneous antibiotic. The silence is loud.

 “I left a note with my vitals for this morning.” He eyes his desk and sure enough there’s a note written in big letters, ‘Need some space. BPM 68….’ He swallows as he reads through your detailed note. You didn’t leave a single thing to the imagination because you knew he’d worry. Law nods, then he slides back into his chair.

 “I’m glad you’re feeling better. I know I might now show it but… you had me worried.” You nod but do not move, do not even offer a single joke. He feels his heart clench. “Do you remember much?” He offers as a transition, folding his hands together on the table.

 “Everything.” It’s not an admission but it sure feels like it. His tongue fumbles into knots and you notice. “You were tired.” You say so quietly, eyes set on the medicine cabinet for comfort instead of him.

 “That’s no excuse,” he counters just as quickly wanting so badly for you to just look at him, see his side. “You are not an idiot and you have no place on any other crew.” Your brows pop and you let out a low whistle.

 “That’s rich.” It almost sounds bitter but there’s the twitch of a laugh.

 “Care to let me in on the joke?” He inquired cooly, forcing himself not to take it personally, yet. You consider yourself.

 “Well,” you shoot a glance Law’s way. “I mean it would be great petty revenge to join Luffy’s crew.” Your captain facepalms.

 “(Y/N)-ya-“

 “If you wanted to visit me I’d make sure to get real cozy with Luffy so I didn’t have to talk to you.” You tease as he snorts. The thought of you and Luffy together gave him a headache, not to mention his stomach soured at the mere idea of you brushing hands and stolen glances at one another.

 “You hate me that much, huh?” He sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose. There’s quiet.

 “I could say the same thing to you.” You say it so casually he nearly chokes. He looks up to find your teasing feign gone. What was it you had said earlier?

 “He wants to get rid of me. Doesn’t he?”

 “I do not want to get rid of you.” There is conviction and then there is objective fact, this was that. Nothing you could say nor do could change the fact that even though you were sometimes a moron who ate too much brownie batter or an idiot that took bathes with electronics in the tub you were his problem and to be quite frank, his favorite problem.

 Though you were an inconvenience at times you were a comfort to just about everyone on board. You brought a content that hadn’t been here in your absence and a space for Law to be palpable despite his hesitancies. Not to mention you always followed through.

 A consistent chaos in a sea of abnormalities.

 “Are you sure?” You murmur, words unsteady as the sea of ‘want to says’ in his head. He nods and reaches onto the desk, open palmed and flicking his pointer. His cheeks heat as you stare at his hand. Then you put a pen where he’s requesting your hand.

 He about deflates.

 “Y-yes, I’m sure.” He puts the pen away when realization his you like a brick.

 “Wait-“ not wasting another second you take hold of his hand. He clears his throat as you stare at him for confirmation, gifting you a curt nod. Maybe he couldn’t say the words but you could read the in betweens.

 “You’re my problem. Do you understand?” Bravely, he lifts your hand bringing it to his mouth. He hesitates as you gulp, careful only to brush his mouth over a knuckle once he's certain you don’t want to protest.

 “Y-yes Captain!” You give him some sort of mock salute in the middle of your fluster, bashful as you realize what class of problem you were. He chuckles softly, releasing your hand.

 “That means no more brownie batter,” he stands at full height, leaning over the desk to take in all your bashful glory. “That way I can finally taste those beautiful lips of-“ That’s when Shachi and Penguin burst down the door, parting the anticipatory union and turning you both red with embarrassment. 

 “Too much cookie dough!” They grovel, sloshing to piles of green much on the floor.

 It’s bucket time again.

[frostblightsunbite]

Quick Cassie sketch, featuring my reluctance to draw hands and inability to draw shoes

Anyway, I think Cassie would suit a wolfcut. or whatever I gave her.

Rant under cut :)

I had some free time today, so I drew Cassie. I still don't know how to colour, or draw backgrounds, or apparently use references since the only thing I looked up were some outfits she's worn

Considered tagging this as Young Justice, but since its not all the members I just decided not to. Might do that at some point tho, or at least the core four. I need to finish off the original YJ comic run tho, I only got to like halfway thru the second album and that was back in winter.

fun fact: when I first went to upload this, I realised her hair was green. Also she has a septum piercing, not sure how visible it is.

I'm real proud of the leg on the left, which is the main reason I'm uploading this, just so I have something I can look back on and be like YEAH, I DID THAT

also, I don't think I did too bad on the clothing folds, I normally struggle super hard and end up making like 70 layers just so I can try to get it right, but I did it in one B)

please ignore how wonky the background is, I made a template so things would be straight, but the template was wonky so I just decided I didn't care anymore. Theres also no shading apart from the dropshadow and hatching. see reason quoted above.

Love how every post I make is just getting sloooowly getting lower in quality. love that for me. but tbf, I've uploaded 4 more than what I thought I would (This is the fourth post on this account), because I made this account on a whim :)

Criticisms are welcome! but please be nice to me : )

[kaciidubs]

The pic chan uploaded on bubble with this beige hoodie gave me some ideas for example having a movie night with him and him wearing that hoodie only for you to ask him to take it off because it’s too warm and he does as told because he wants you to be comfortable and then you quickly take it out of his hands and put it on looking at him with your pretty smile and he just laughs “you just wanted to steal my clothes again” and you just look up at him from Your place in his chest with a pout “I like your clothes they smell like you and make me feel like home” and chan probably melts at your cuteness…

Also him putting his hands on your hips while you’re on top of him while you wear his oversized hoodie and it’s completely innocent until you start to move around on top of him to get comfortable and he just groans and goes like “baby I would really advise you to stop moving” and if you just look at him and smile move your hips again “why channie? Can’t control yourself?”….

Congrats you probably won’t walk anywhere for at least a few hours 😔

OH MY GWAAAAAAAAAD--

You wanna know the worse part? I was at work for the whole movie date. I didn't even get to see the picture till I got home cause my service wasn't working!! BUT, I did finally see the picture and he's such a fluffy boi 100% boyfriend material~

I can so see ALL of that happening; this is like, the third or fourth bpm hoodie he's shown so that means there's more than enough to steal, but when you hit him with that "they remind me of you" and those puppy eyes? He's a goner for sure, no arguing about giving it back, its yours. As for that second half 🤭🤭 who's to say you aren't doing it on purpose? Trying to get a rouse out of him?? I mean... movies can be replayed 🤭

[euphoricfilter]

like crazy ~ part two

☆ﾟpart two of five

pairing(s): namjoon x reader, seokjin x reader, yoongi x reader, hoseok x reader, jimin x reader, taehyung x reader, jungkook x reader

genre: fluff || smut || angst || non-idol au || reincarnation au || friends to lovers || strangers to lovers || established relationships || regency era au || gang au || college au || slight yandere au? ||

summary: the story of how the universe sent you Namjoon.

word count: 9.3k

tags/ warnings: gang leader! namjoon, fluff, a lot more love, angst, namjoon is tatted up, death/ murder, mentions of blood, mentioned sex trafficking, mentioned drugs, obsessive relationship, smut in the forms of: dom/ sub themes— kinda mean-ish dom! namjoon, lots of hickies, spitting in a mouth :), biting, strangely feral sex, pussy slapping, unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be stupid), pull out method (again, don’t be stupid), doggy style, squirting, the briefest ass play, implied/planned aftercare!! because namjoon isn’t heartless

notes: not a promise but i'm going to try and get yoongi's part uploaded next week!! it's basically all written i just have to edit it all but this section of the story was getting way too long so i decided to just split it. again, feedback is always encouraged!! i really like this series and would love to know others' thoughts too <3

‘like crazy’ mini series masterlist || my main masterlist

🪐 🌠 ∘₊✧─── *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ───✧₊∘ ✧ ˚ 　· 　　 . 💫

Your third life was perhaps the strangest.

It had also been the shortest of all your lives, and perhaps the shortest of your loves. 

You hadn’t loved Namjoon any less than you had Taehyung or Jimin. 

Stupid, undying love had wormed its way into your heart; maybe without you even realizing this time. And then once again, you found yourself sinking with no escape and more heartbreak than you knew what to deal with. 

When you truly think about it, the universe had been a little crueller in this life. 

And in hindsight, she probably had taken pity on your poor soul for all the stories that follow this one.

From the day you could produce a coherent thought, you’d known everything. 

There was no life-changing realisation that you’d had with Jimin, no obliviousness to what your life had once been or everything you’ve ever lost. 

You’re pretty sure your whole world would have been different had you not been aware of your previous life, the butterfly effect is a real bitch when the knowledge you never asked for is thrust into your hands and you aren’t exactly sure what to do with it. 

At eighteen you’d moved out. Because as much as you’d tried, you’d never truly felt anything for your parents in this life.

It wasn’t hard to play the role of a doting daughter, not when your parents never paid much attention to you anyway. Or how you knew attaching yourself to people that would eventually pass was a whole new wave of pain you weren’t ready to put yourself up for. 

There was no guarantee that once you died in this life you’d come back for a fourth time, there was no guarantee that if you did ever make your way back into this world that you’d ever gain the knowledge of what once was. But it was a risk you had never been willing to take. If you’d lived another life, come back again and again, then what was there to say it weren’t to happen once more? 

You often wondered how your old mother must have felt, finding out the only family she had left was murdered. How horrified she must have been after hearing the news. Or if she’d been the one to stumble across yours and Jimin’s cold corpses. 

You doubted she was still alive either way, time hadn’t exactly been on your side, the world so much different than when you were last alive. 

So much more advanced than it had been. You had so many more rights as a women than you had in your previous life. Everything seemed so new, the smallest glimpses of the past peeking through the new age that you found yourself living in. 

The story of you and Namjoon starts where you and Jimin had ended. 

You look up at the set of apartment buildings. The land that used to be the foundation of your home no longer what it used to be. The garden was buried under cement, and all your secrets that had seeped into the walls were probably rotting somewhere in the landfill.

What was once a small house for two had been reconstructed, and built so much bigger and better. Better than anything you could have imagined your home to be. 

It felt a little patronizing, the land you’d died on morphed into something so much more spectacular. 

You remember how hard it had been to simply own a house of your own. How hard it must have been for Jimin to save enough to buy it. How you felt as though you’d finally achieved something in your pitiful life the day the two of you had moved in.

How when you look at the building stood before you, it didn’t seem like such a wonderful place anymore.

It wasn’t special. It wasn’t yours.

Once again, it was so far out of reach, so different, the familiarity, the warmth, all of it had died along with you and Jimin. 

Yours and Jimin’s lives had been so insignificant that no one had thought to keep the land your sacred burial ground. 

You don’t resent the world for stripping away such a large piece of your life away. (even less so when the change had been the sole reason you’d found Namjoon. Or rather how he’d found you).  

Meeting Namjoon had become somewhat of a blur. Words slipping off your tongue as the wind dug its nails into your cheeks, and your fingers and toes felt numb from the cold. Grey cottony clouds had been stuffed in your ears and your mind had been so far from your body. Perhaps seeping into the gravel, slipping between the frost and the soil as your mind reels with every little moment you’d ever spent on this very piece of land. 

Jimin had been the spring, but Namjoon had been the winter. 

You see, Taehyung and Jimin had been the gentle things that wandered in the sunlight, flowers and warm afternoons, sweet kisses and heart-swelling love. Namjoon is what lurks in the shadows, and ugly thunder storms or gnarly bite marks imbedded into tender skin. He was every rough edge and anxiety filled heartbeat, his touch gentle as poison seeps into every pore he traces over. 

“What are you doing here?” 

Your head snaps in the direction of Jimin’s voice. Words catching in your throat, your mouth opening and then closing and then falling open once more.

Your eyes widen only for prickly disappointment to drown your heart when you’re met with the face of a stranger.  Jimin's saccharine voice echoing through one ear and out the other.

You lips fall shut, heat creeping up your neck to your cheeks as your eyes meet those of the stranger. 

“I used to live here” you point to the block of flats. And although that may not exactly be true, you don’t bother elaborating. 

(And Namjoon doesn’t bother to tell you that no one had lived in that building since it had been built. It was his land before it had been constructed and he had no plans of ever renting out any of the rooms.) 

He takes a step closer to you, maybe only an arms length away, “It’s not safe in this area” 

You turn back to look at the building, “That’s a shame” you hum, “Maybe I should get going then” 

A weird sense of guilt runs through your veins. Guilt because you weren’t at all scared. And maybe it’s because after being killed twice, the idea of death doesn’t scare you all that much anymore. Not when you were tired of life, not when you could come back and have the chance to live all over again as a whole new person. 

“I never caught your name” he says, mild curiosty dancing in his eyes.

The air is frigid as it fills your lungs, “Y/n” 

“Namjoon” he holds a hand out for you to shake.

You look at his hand, debating whether to risk it, wondering if he had plans to grab you, erase you from existence. You’d tell him it were useless if that were the case, that you’re estranged from your family and you barely had any friends that would risk themselves for your own safety. That he’d be wasting his time more than he would be yours. 

His lips curl up at the corners as you shake his hand, “Want me to walk you home?” 

You meet his gaze, pulling your scarf tighter around your neck, “No. I’m quite capable” 

─── · 。ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

“I think there’s someone staring at you” your friend nudges you, hand cupping your ear. 

As much as you wanted to live a life of solitude, unprepared to face another life that ended in heartbreak, it was hard not to befriend someone along the way. 

The both of you would have probably quit this deadbeat job if it weren’t for each other. And luckily the place was run by an old woman that didn’t mind your shifts being practically identical. The income helped with rent and you got most meals free with the job, so really you had no plans to move anywhere else. 

Somehow, platonic love was a little easier to let go of, a little easier to mend, soothe until it doesn’t hurt as much and the memories fade like a painting left in sunlight for too long. You’d never wanted to come off as cold either, and what was one friend when you had a whole life ahead of you? 

Because as much as you liked to slip into your own world, replay the stories of Taehyung and Jimin until tears slip down your cheeks and you had half a mind to pull your aching heart out of youe chest, the strange sort of catharsis that hurts as much as it heals— having a friend wasn’t all that bad. 

And maybe you’d be upset if one day the two of you were to wander down separate paths, only to never meet at the crossroad and continue on with life like you hadn’t trekked for miles together; but maybe that hurt was worth the risk if it were easy to heal later on. A selfish thought, but you’d learnt that humans were simply built that way. That being selfish wasn’t all that terrible.

You look up at her, dropping the mug and cloth behind you in favor of leaning on the counter, arm to arm. 

“Who?” your head falls on her shoulder. 

“The guy over there” she nods her head in his direction. You follow her line of sight, eyes meeting the strangers’ very briefly before your gaze flitters out the storefront window. 

“Do you know him?” she asks, your head falling off her shoulder as someone stalks up to the counter. 

You squint as she takes the order, watching as the curious stranger flicks open a newpaper. 

You weren’t sure if he was simply confident or overly arrogant. His posture that of a man who gets his way, the kind of man you try to avoid when the sun sets. The kind of man you try to avoid when you go out for drinks and they offer you a night you’d never forget. 

His shoulders were lax, open. One leg crossed over the other. Chest broad and arms bulging under his thin dress shirt. He was handsome. Very handsome. And you knew he was aware of this fact, especially with the way all eyes were on him as people left the cafe. Their unrelenting stares doing nothing to deter his relaxed demeanour. 

“I don’t think so, no” you shake your head, turning back to grab a to-go cup, “Maybe he’s one of those creeps that have a thing for baristas” 

She frowns, hip knocking against yours with more force than intended, almost sending the cup you were holding flying. “Don’t say that, what if he’s a rich CEO and wants to take you on a date?” 

You can’t help the laugh that spills from your lips, “Doubt it. I don’t think rich CEOs drink cheap coffee on this side of town” 

She hums, “His suit does looks pretty expensive” 

“It does” you agree, meeting her eyes. 

“French make?” 

You tilt your head, taking another glance in his direction, “Italian” 

“Freshly pressed?” 

“Definitely” 

You slide the hot coffee across the counter, bitter annoyance creasing your eyebrows when you don’t even get a thank you. 

“I mean, there’s more ways to get money than just being a rich CEO” she tilts her head, eyes squinting ever so slightly.

“Maybe he’s a doctor” you run a finger over your bottom lip, and she throws her head back in laughter. 

“Maybe he does shady gang related stuff” 

Your nose scrunches up at that, “Like sex trafficking? What if he sells drugs?” 

She bites her lip. 

“You fiend” you laugh, “There’s bad boy, and then there’s just straight up criminal” 

She gives you an exasperated sigh, “What if he’s a nice? What if he wants true love, and cares about his family?” 

Your mouth falls open in disbelief, “I don’t–” you swallow, “You have strange preferences” is what you settle with. 

“Okay?” she laughs, “And what about you?” 

“A gentleman. The sappy ones that believe in true love” 

“Doesn’t seem to be many of those around anymore, not in this area at least” she nods, “Maybe we both have unattainable types” 

Your lips quirk up into a smile, “Maybe. I’m not really looking for love” 

“Why not? Add something fun to your life” 

Both of your attention is snatched by the door swinging shut, the stranger that had been keeping as eye on you slinking down the street, newspaper tucked underneath his arm. 

“I’m happy where I am” 

“You don’t go out” she deadpans. 

Your eyes narrow, “I do. For work, groceries, you know all that kinda stuff” 

It’s barely a laugh that puffs out of her, more an exasperated sigh, “How are you ever going to meet the love of your life?” 

Something bitter coats over your tongue, and you will yourself not to frown. You think your heart slowly starts to sink inside your chest, an ugly weight that has your eyes stinging a little. 

“I don’t think everyone has soulmates” you turn away from her, picking up the mug you’d put down earlier. 

“You’re so cynical sometimes, you know that? Besides, it’s not like you have to find a soulmate per say, just— a fling or something” 

“Yeah” you look at her over your shoulder, “Wanna go change? I’ll lock up today” 

She hums, “Are you sure? I don’t mind helping” 

You shake your head, pushing yourself onto your toes to place a mug back on the shelf, ‘I’ll be fine, you have somewhere you gotta be right?” 

“Yeah. My dad’s in the hospital again, I don’t know how I’m gonna pay the bill this time” 

You tuck your hair behind your ear, “Sorry to hear that” and truly you were. But as much as you wanted to offer to help her pay off the bills, you had your own utilities to pay for, a life to live.

And maybe you were a prime example of a selfish human.

She shrugs, “Life is shitty sometimes, not much I can do about it” 

She waves before she leaves, the door clicking shut behind her. You watch as she walks, only blinking when she’s out of sight. 

You stand there for a moment, time inside the cafe stopping as the world continues to move outside.

You can barely hear the chatter, muffled through the glass, though you see people’s smiles, watching groups of them laugh. Or two people holding hands. You see lovestruck looks in people’s eyes. Eyes that don’t seem to hold much emotion at all. Distress from someone on the phone. The smallest hint of happiness from someone listening to music. 

You fall back into reality when one of the boilers in the backroom rumbles, your attention quickly snatched as you duck under the counter to wash the tables. Your world now quiet enough for your thoughts to amplify. They fill up the room like thick smog, skipping around you with quick steps you almost stumble over your own feet. 

Some days you found yourself wondering what Taehyung would think of you now, how the both of you might have danced around the cafe, a piano piece playing in the background from a jukebox as you closed up for the night. Or what would happen when you’d finally go home to your one bedroom apartment and Jimin would be sprawled across the sheets, hair damp, and skin still damp, wet from just taking a shower. 

You startle when someone approaches you just as you lock up the door, “Willing to take my offer to walk you home this time?” 

With widened eyes you turn to meet the stranger, acute terror tickling your mind as you think he must have been hanging around the shop since he left earlier, just waiting for you to lock up, “Excuse me?” Your voice breathless. 

“It’s pretty late, and girls like you don’t fare well when the sun goes down” 

You slip the key to the cafe into your pocket, “I think I’ll pass” your shoulder barely brushes his as you slip past him, though you don’t miss the thump of footsteps behind you. Too close, yet not close enough for you to do anything about it. 

You stop, “What do you want?” 

“Come on, Y/n, We’re past that, I’m just making sure you get home safe” you watch as a dimpled smile tugs onto his face and you pull your coat tighter around your body, unsure if the shiver was from the cold or from him.  

Your eyes narrow, skeptical, “How’d you know my name?” 

Something akin to a scoff vibrates from his chest, “You’re fucking serious? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten already?” 

You bite your bottom lip, eyes glazing over his face, memories playing like a strip of film in your mind, click click clicking until you pause when you catch sight of his face, a little blurred but his eyes are hard to forget. “Ah–” you sigh, “Namjoon” 

You will yourself no to smack the shit-eating grin off his face, rather turning back around, starting your walk home. 

“So i’m not that forgettable?” his steps fall in time with yours. No longer walking behind you, all caution thrown out of the window. 

“It took me all day to remember. Why were you just hanging out at the cafe? Don’t you have better things to do?” 

“No” he shakes his head. 

You don’t open your mouth the rest of the way home, and neither does Namjoon. Not until you’re stood on the step of your apartment building, slightly looking down at him. 

“Thanks for walking me home” you rock back and forth on your heels, “You don’t need to do it again though” 

Namjoon wets his bottom lip, pulling his scarf a little tighter around his neck. Condensed air whispering into nothing as he open his mouth to speak. 

“I want to see you again” Plain. Simple. Straight to the point. But not what you wanted to hear. 

You sigh, back of your throat drying as you inhale frost riddled air, “That’s a bit too forward, don’t you think?” 

He runs a hand over his chin, “I wouldn’t say so” 

“Whatever it is you want, Namjoon, I don’t want it” you tell him, hoping that by some miracle, your little hint penetrates his thick skull. 

“And how do you know what I want?” His arms fold across his chest. 

It doesn’t apparently, and you are so close to losing your tether. 

“Dating. Marriage. Sex. Simply a fling. I don’t want any of it” 

It irks you how he laughs, “Marriage is a bit too soon, I barely know you. But I’m not opposed to the rest” 

“But I am” 

“We’ll see about that” he waves you off, “i’ll see you around, yeah?” 

You choose not to reply, willing yourself not to look back as you push open the door to your building. 

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“Do you fuck on the first date?” 

And for a moment you think your mind short circuits, neurones working overtime to piece together a coherent thought. Sparking against one another as his question replays in your mind. 

Everything with Namjoon was always so quick. What had been him walking you home had somehow melted into him taking you out to dinner on the nice side of town for a date that truly you hadn’t had any interest in. That was until he’d shown up at your door out of the blue barely a week after the two of you had met. 

You’d never told him your apartment number, and it had left you mildly curious as to who you’d gotten yourself involved in. You could only hope that if you came off dull enough he’d choose to go and flirt with another human that was willing to spread their legs for him on the first date. 

“I haven’t before. So, no” 

Namjoon hums, hand running over his jaw in thought. 

“How charming” he muses, and you’re unsure if it’s a laugh that rumbles from his chest or a scoff, perhaps a mixture of both. “They must have been true gentlemen. Let me know what I’m working with” 

You raise an eyebrow, and he nods for you to continue. 

“The first guy.. I suppose we never exactly had a first date. The second…we ate by a lake and talked about dreams and the universe, and then he made me a flower crown so I made one for him” 

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow, “Men like that exist?” 

The corners of your lips quirk up, wistful memories of still-there emotions seeping back into your heart. “No. Otherwise we wouldn’t be here” 

“They’re dead?” 

You swallow, breath catching in the back of your throat. Namjoon’s head tilts, expectant. 

“Something like that” is all you can find yourself to manage. 

“You kill them yourself?” his eyebrow raises, though you think the both of you know the answer. And maybe that had been the moment you’d gotten an inkling of what Namjoon did for a living, and how utterly fascinating it was to talk about death so freely with another human being. 

It had always been so taboo. But it was simply the end of life, the end of a story. Everyone were to experience it one day, so why would no one ever talk about it? 

“No” you shake your head, “And this isn’t about them” 

“It’s not” he agrees, “I’ll leave the sex for next time as well” 

You cover a laugh with a cough, “How thoughtful of you” 

“You don’t seem upset” he points out, piercing eyes making it a point to hold eye contact. 

“About you wondering what happened to my dead lovers?” And he nods, “You’re understandably curious. I’m not going to hold that against you” you shrug. 

Your finger runs over the seam line of your dress, some small part of you on edge, always wondering what Namjoon’s next words would be. He was always so calculated. And a small part of you was scared he’d ask things you had no intention of mentioning. 

“And you’re not curious about my past relationships?” he asks, somewhat surprising you. 

You shake your head, “I think I’ve made it clear that I’m not interested in a relationship. So I really couldn’t care what your past endeavours were like” 

You sit up a little straighter when his lips quirk up into a smile, “I wonder why you’re here then. If you truly wanted nothing to do with me” 

Your tongue wets your bottom lip, “You’re awfully similar to a parasite, you know?” 

He raises an eyebrow, “Elaborate” 

“Do you believe in destiny?” 

“That doesn’t answer me” he shakes his head, “What does destiny have to do with parasites?” 

“You’re like a parasite because no matter where I go, you cling on to me like it’s all you know” you say, “For the last week since we’d met that one evening all you do is sit in the cafe all day while I work, walk me home and show up at my door on my days off even though I told you I’m not interested” 

“And destiny?”

“I said yes to today, because destiny is a bitch. And maybe it had been her that had sent us to one another” 

Namjoon leans back in his chair, “I do believe. To answer your earlier question” 

You sigh, “That doesn’t mean I want to dive head first into a relationship with you” 

“But you’re not opposed to the idea of us getting to know one another?” 

You bite your lip, maybe trying to hide a smile, “I didn’t say that” 

“It was implied though” Namjoon’s own lips curl upwards. 

“Was it?” 

Namjoon’s eyebrows furrow, “Don’t start acting like a brat now” 

“Or what?” 

He leans over the table, lithe fingers taking a hold of your jaw before he runs his thumb over your bottom lip, “Are you willing to play that game, love?” 

“Maybe one day, but I have a shift soon so I better get going. Thanks for dinner, I’ll make sure to add a complimentary cake with your coffee tomorrow” 

Namjoon’s fingers fall loose around your jaw, “You want me to visit tomorrow?” 

You push yourself to stand, chair squeaking against the tiled flooring, “Something like that” 

“When does your shift start?” 

“I open up tomorrow” 

He nods, “And you’re closing up tonight?” 

“Mmhmm” you hum. 

“I’ll come pick you up after I get some work done” he calls out to you, and you simply wave over your shoulder as you weave through tables towards the exit. 

Everything about life with Namjoon was fast paced. So quick you often found yourself stumbling after him as the both of you wander in the dark, no clear destination in mind. But as you stray away from him, he always seems to find where you are. 

Arguable coincidences turning a little more purposeful. You never thought much of it when you’d run into him while shopping, or out drinking with your friend. Never thinking it was weird how no matter where you seemed to be, Namjoon would be there too. Always there to find you, always there to bring you home. 

He loomed behind you like a shadow, an obedient guard dog that lurked in your shadows. 

When you truly think back to your time with Namjoon, every moment together was clouded by rose tinted glasses that you seemed to have refused to take off. 

It wasn’t long after that first encounter with one another that you started dating. And merely weeks after that, somehow Namjoon had convinced you to move in with him. He always told you how he didn’t like the side of town you lived on, how worried he got dropping you off at your door. 

Because he knew what happened when people slept, and the world was a little quieter. When the light of the moon didn’t spill into the dark corners of alleyways and brutish men think they run the streets that belong to him. 

“I have a lot of people’s blood on my hands, you understand that right?” he tucks a stray piece of hair behind your ear. 

You blink up at him from where you’re sat on his bed, “Yes” you nod. 

“That if you accept me like this– wholly me– there is no going back for either of us?” 

Your tongue wets your bottom lip. “I understand” 

The corner of his lip curls upwards, “Good. Because I had no plan of letting you go” 

And maybe that’s when you should have turned your back on him. That through the misted veil of sickly belief that fate had played a game with you again, you’d stayed– evidently leading to another tragedy. 

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Namjoon was the epitome of obsession, it coursed through his veins just as much as blood did. 

He was comparable to a magpie, though his form of treasure was delicate little beings like you that he liked to lock up. And watch as you dance for him behind the bars of a cage, eyes piercing into your very soul until it melts and he mends you back together again. 

“What’s wrong, my darling?” Namjoon frowns, slouching back into his chair. 

You lay the book over your chest, heart-wrenching deja vu tickling your insides. “It’s just work. The old lady that owns the place is lowering our pay” 

Namjoon hums, “Why don’t you quit?” he takes off his glasses, hand running over his face. 

“Quit?” you sit up, eyebrows furrowing, “I probably have enough saved for a couple of weeks but after that I’m done for. It’s not like I’m paying rent anymore” 

Namjoon pushes himself to stand, slinking around his desk to stand before you, “That’s why I’m here. You don’t have to work anymore, I’ve got the both of us” 

You shake your head, “Namjoon I can’t do that” you tell him, leaning into his touch as his thumb caresses your jaw. 

“And why not?” He crouches down, head tilting in a way that is so very much Namjoon. 

“It’s unfair on you. Plus, I’m capable of taking care of myself” 

He runs his thumb over his bottom lip, “I know you are, but why have all the added stress when I’m more than happy to do this for us”

Some days Namjoon seemed awfully normal. Integrated perfectly into society, just like the rest of human kind. And some days you found it scary how ordinary he seemed when you knew of the things he did. He always seemed so in control of his own mind, thoughts easily articulated into convincing words, dressed proper, a kind smile. 

It was unnerving how someone so perfect was so very much the evil that you fear as a child. The grim reaper who melts into the darkess, takes a life and thinks no more of that pitiful being’s existence as he stalks through the night ready to chew on another soul. 

Maybe it was blissful ignorance that had chained you to him. If he were the being that men feared then it was only smart to latch onto him, to pretend he didn’t do all these bad things and let him squeeze his way into your heart. For you to be docile and quiet and everything he wanted from you. Even if his love hurt, thick shards of glass piercing their way into your heart and your mind and your body and your soul. 

It was suffocating. Emotions too hard to decipher when he treated you as if you were the only thing that mattered in this cruel world. His love having a tiny semblance of your previous lovers. Foolish in the way you clung on to the smallest parts of them that you could, even though you knew it was never going to be the same. Namjoon was so far from being Taehyung. He was never going to be Jimin. His love a new type of raw, skinned alive and thrusted into your hands without much thought. 

Namjoon’s finger’s slip between your own, grass prickling the bare skin of your arms as you shift,  “Sirius” 

“Pardon?” you tilt your head to look at him, the softest smile on his face as he looks up at the sky. 

“You’re my Sirius” he closes his eyes, smile still lingering. 

“I don’t–” you start, mouth falling shut when he turns to look at you, eyes an endless abyss that you find yourself falling into. Every bad thing he’s ever done, suddenly no longer that evil when he looks at you like this. 

“If Sirius is the brightest star in the sky. Then you must be my Sirius” 

You blink, utterly baffled as to where this had come from. 

“Are you ill?” you dare ask, breath catching in the back of your throat. Warm, gentle, love heating your cheeks the lightest pink, though you doubt Namjoon would be able to see it in the light of the moon. 

A laugh bubbles from his chest, “No” he shakes his head, “Love turns us into fools sometimes” 

You push yourself up onto your elbows, fingers slipping from between his own. 

“That wasn’t foolish” you tell him, “Surprisingly profound. And incredibly sweet” 

“Is that the way to your heart? Sweet words and a pretty face?” he teases, sitting up. And you fall onto your back. 

“It seems so” you say, “Though you’ve already found a home in mine” 

“Is that so?” his hands run over your thighs, fingers teasing the hem of your shorts. 

“Mmhmm” you hum, eyes flickering back towards the sky. 

“Then it is lucky you’ve also found a home in mine” He leans down, arms caging your head as he presses a plush kiss to your cheeks, following the slope up to the tip of your nose before he presses a gentle kiss to your lips. 

“Not here” you murmur just as he pulls away, curious hands wandering over whatever bare skin he can grab onto. 

“But how is the world to know you belong to me?” he asks, warm breath fanning over your lips. 

You swallow, “I’m sure they’re all aware by now. More than a few men have lost their lives because of me” 

Namjoon pushes himself to sit up, frown morphing on his face, “I told you their blood is not on your hands, but mine” 

And he had told you that. Many times. Between kisses of reassurance, where his hands wander down for back as you cling to his suit jacket, guilt chewing away at your mind until you couldn’t take it anymore and begged him to stop his merciless ways when it came to you. Because in truth, no matter how many times he’d told you, their deaths are your fault. And will latch onto your weary soul. 

And maybe one day when death knocks at your door, he will open his book and list out every man that had ever died because of you, and then he will tell you the devil is waiting downstairs with the door open and a spare room just for you. 

Never once had you asked him to slip out of the bedroom as you slept, slaughtering every man that dared lock eyes with you for longer than Namjoon deemed necessary. Or utter your name from mouths made of filth, or gawk at the small sliver of skin you would show at dinner. Skin that was wholly his to touch and defile and bite at until he’d become the artist, painting you red only for flowers of purple to bloom across unblemished skin. 

“That doesn’t change the fact their premature demise wasn’t linked to me” 

“None of that” he hums, helping you sit up, fingers raking through your hair. “Angels don’t have human blood on their hands, it is above them”

The day you’d kneeled before him, begged for him to stop killing on your behalf, that he didn’t need to do more than he already was, that those men didn’t mean anything at all to you– he’d never mentioned another instance where he erased the existence of another human. 

That didn’t mean you were naive enough to believe he’d stopped killing. You weren’t stupid. It wasn’t hard to piece together the little things that happened when you’d wake up during the nights, sheets cold beside you and Namjoon nowhere to be seen until the sun had risen. 

Familiar faces printed on the front pages of newspapers, gruely deaths typed out without a lick of sympathy, just another face, just another story. 

And maybe it had been all your fault, bringing up such trivial things like destiny. Uttered how you thought fate had brought the two of you together, solidifying whatever little budding obsession Namjoon had for you. And it was ironic, how even after the tragedy of this life, the little flicker of hatred you held for fate herself was blown out, because as fucked up as it was; you had no regrets when it came to Namjoon. 

He’d built you up into an entirely new person. So different than you had been. Shown you a life that was so different from what you’d had before. So fresh. And new. And exciting. 

Impossible to hate. 

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A choked moan catches in the back of your throat when Namjoon’s teeth clamp around your nipple, his chin spit-soaked as he lathers his tongue over your flushed skin. 

“Fuc– Namjoon” you huff, hips rutting upwards, desperate to chase after every lick of searing pleasure as your clit rubs against the soft fabric of your panties. 

Your pelvis knocks against his stomach, head tipping backwards as he kisses over your tender skin, tongue soothing over every divot that his teeth had left over your body. 

His hand slips down between your bodies, awfully mean as he hooks his fingers in the waist of your panties, tugging them upwards until the crotch is tucked snug between your folds, soaked fabric rubbing deliciously against your throbbing clit. 

“Yeah?” he laughs when you moan out his name, tears gathering along your waterline as you rut upwards. A feral sort of pleasure consuming your entire being, emotions rubbed red-raw, heart thrusted for Namjoon to chew on, to consume like it were his only life force. 

You whine when he lets go of your underwear, pleasure fizzling out, orgasm ebbing away. Your poor clit sending barely-there pleasure up your spine— utter frustration wracking throughout your body. 

You tug his face parallel to your own, fingers digging into his jaw, “No, no– Namjoon please” you whisper against his lips, fingers slipping to tangle into the hair on the back of his head. 

“What do you want?” he asks, fingers dancing across your thigh. 

Your mouth drops open in another shaky moan as his fingers dig into a hickey on your thigh, perfectly crafted; almost a hollowed heart shape. Proof of the rawest lust that’s mixed between your sweat slicked bodies, and his salvia that drips into your open mouth, tongue already out to catch his spit. You swallow, prickly heat dusting your cheeks as he smiles down at you, so proud as your tongue laps up the remanence of his saliva from your bottom lip. 

“You– want you so bad” your hands wander, anywhere they can grab on to him. 

Nails that dig into covered biceps— muscles flexing, over his pecks, sinking into the plush skin; perhaps some small part of yourself hoping that you could carve a chunk out of him to keep for your self, a part of Namjoon that will always be with you for when he’s gone. 

A strange desperate sort of need that has bloomed into your body and mind. Slithering through each valve of your heart, sinking its claws into the muscle, just Namjoon

Namjoon 

Namjoon. 

He’d consumed your life, your every thought. Your skin alight as he touches you, your mind constantly buzzing with thought of him him him when he’s gone and just more more more of him when he’s with you. 

“Yeah?” he kisses your jaw, teeth nipping over the skin, sucking hard enough that you know you’ll be littered in marks of his lust for days to come. 

“Yeah” you nod, thighs clamping shut as you try and relieve some of the ache, beyond desperate for some form of release. The sort of release that you know only he would ever be able to give you, the feral sort of release that you never knew were possible if not for him. 

“My poor baby” he croons, sitting back on his heels. Goosebumps prickle the skin of your arms, the heat of Namjoon’s body leaving you cold when he pulls away. 

Your bottom lip is tucked between your teeth as he shucks his shirt off, you eye the ink that slithers up his chest, spreading across his arms. Deep black that stains his skin, bare hints of color peaking through. 

“It’s rude to stare” he reminds you, unbuttoning his pants, underwear soon following the rest of his clothes on the floor. 

“You’re just very pretty” you say, sitting up, chest heaving as you gasp for breath. Namjoon leans down, lips pressing against yours in a kiss that holds so many unsaid words, both from you and from him. 

“Not as pretty as you” he whispers, one hand taking a hold of his cock. He lathers pearly beads of precum down his length, his other hand slipping between your legs, thumb running over the length of your still-covered slit. 

“Take these off for me?” he asks, catching your attention that had been on his thick cock, “How precious” he whispers as you fall onto your back again, bare and wholly his to take. 

Your hair fanned out beneath you, teeth marks littering your skin and hickies that he doubts you’ll be able to fully cover; the whole world knowing that you’ve been claimed by him. 

You wriggle under his sharp gaze, eyes raking down the length of your body as though it were the first time. (He had every little dip of your body ingrained into his mind, though nothing would ever been the tangibility of you spread bare like before him) 

You thighs fall open, silent temptation— a silent invitation for him to fuck you senseless. 

“Turn around for me, darling. On your hands and knees, I plan to absolutely ruin you tonight” he runs a hand down the length of your thigh. 

You roll over, lifting your hips for him, cheek pressed against the duvet. Your outstretched hands grasp onto the pillows, though you doubt they’ll be much help if Namjoon does exactly what he had promised. 

You wiggle your hips, breath hitching in the back of your throat when a warm hand ghosts over your asscheeks. 

“Precious” he kisses the back of your thigh, sharp inhale from him causing your cheeks to flush the darkest shade of red. 

This thumb parts your folds, barely dipping into your hole before he’s trailing wet fingers upwards; free hand pulling your cheeks apart. 

He teases over your puckered asshole, nail raking over the delicate skin. “You’re a slut sometimes you know that?” he laughs, choosing to dip his index finger, nail deep into your ass. 

Your breath hitches, something similar to a moan spilling out and onto the sheets as you rock backwards. 

“Not a slut” you tell him, slick dribbling over your clit. 

“No?” he croons, pushing his finger further into you, empty cunt clenching around nothing as he teases a second finger around your ass hole. 

“No” you breath, fingers digging into his pillow. 

“Not a slut, but you like you like me toying around with your ass?” he laughs, finger slipping out as he finishes. 

A watery moan follows, asshole clenching around nothing as he toys with your pussy. Pulling your folds apart, and you hear it before you feel it, wet slap reverberating off the walls, sting following soon after. 

Your mouth falls open, fresh wave of arousal slipping from the entrance, dripping onto the sheets. 

“More” you beg, thighs quivering as you try to hold yourself up, “Please, more” you try to get a look at Namjoon from over your shoulder. 

You hear a mocking laugh rumble from his chest, squeak of surprise punched from your throat as he lands another harsh slap over your cunt, string of slick snapping as he pulls his hand back towards his body. 

His next slap lands on your clit, pain morphing into a strange sort of pleasure as you feel it wrack up your body, mind muddling into a mushy mess that has you rocking your hips backwards; desperate for at least one more measured slap to your flushed pussy.

Namjoon groans, wetting his bottom lip as he gets a glimpse of your puffy folds, so wet and messy he’s awfully tempted to lean down and lick you clean until you’re pleading for him to let you cum, only for him to push you over the edge so many time that you have to beg him to stop, and maybe if you start crying, delicate little tears cascading down your pink cheeks, then he’d take a little mercy on you. 

Another wave of arousal dribbles onto Namjoon’s cockhead as he runs it through your folds, blunt head pressing against your hole, walls stretching to accommodate his girth. 

“Oh” you whine, back arching a little deeper as he feeds an inch into you. 

His hands fall onto your hips, fingers sinking into the meat of your hips, ragged crescents far from majestic digging into your skin “Feels good” his hips stutter, your body jolting forwards. 

“Fuck– Namjoon” you cry when he loses all resolve, pelvis smacking against your ass, impatient to have your walls fully wrapped around his cock, the closest he’ll ever be to sinking under your skin and becoming one with you. The closest the two of you would ever physically be. 

“Fuck” he groans as your walls clench around him, your hand slipping between your chest and the bed, down to your stomach. 

It felt as though Namjoon had weaved his way into your body, so far inside of you, you wonder if he’d sunk into your stomach. His cock touches places you never knew felt this good, pleasure buzzing up your body with every unintentional sway of your hips. 

He barely pulls out, cockhead dragging deliciously through your walls before he eases himself back into you fully. 

“Faster, please, Namjoon” you swallow, throat awfully dry– and Namjoon hums.A hand leaves your hip, tangling into the hair on the back of your head. 

His cock drags through your walls, tip still wedged inside of you. You’re unsure if it’s a moan or a garbled scream that leaves your lips when he tugs you back by your hair; back arching uncomfortably as his hips snap into you. 

Arousal seeps onto the sheets past his cock and down his ball that barely brush past your swollen clit. 

“Ah–” you cry, fingers gripping onto the pillow as he punches back into you. 

“Like that? Yeah?” he grunts, the hand that was on your hip slipping underneath you, keeping you propped up as his finger leave your hair to press down on your shoulder. 

Tears dance across your waterline, raw pleasure consuming your entire being until all you feel is Namjoon’s thick cock dragging rapidly against your cunt, mind so wholly consumed by him you’d forgotten where you were. Who you were. What you were. 

His hands burn where they hold you, your ass red from each wet slap of his pelvis against your ass and the backs of your thighs. 

Your moans somewhat harmonise, pleasure coursing through both your bodies, rush of dopamine clouding any sort of sanity you thought you had left.

“Play with you clit for me” he groans, tugging you back onto his cock, position causing his cockhead to hit your g-spot perfectly from this angle. 

Your hand shakes as you bring it to your clit, swollen and pink, the barest touch enough to sent you lurching forwards; though you don’t get very far, Namjoon pulling you back with the grip he still has on your waist. Making sure he’s buried deep inside of you, making sure to hit that little sweet spot that has white dancing behind your eyes. 

“Oh” you cry, staccato of noises spilling from your lips as you toy with your clit, messy as your nails drag over the bundle of nerves. 

Namjoon feels you clench around him, ready to tip over the edge with him. 

“That’s a good girl” 

You hiccup a sob, “Gonne cum. Joonie I–” 

“I know, darling” he huffs out a laugh, “Cum for me, all pretty” 

Your thighs quiver, and you’re sure you would have collapsed by now if it weren’t for your boyfriend holding you up. 

You peel the pressure build in your stomach, fingers messy as you try to keep the stimulation up on your clit. Climbing higher and higher towards your peak. 

“Oh– Fuck” your free hand clamps over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut as you tip over the edge, squirting onto the sheets, soaking the fabric, little squeezes of watery cum tumbling past your fingers as you ride out your high— hips stuttering forward with each soft drag of your palm over your clit. 

The insides of your thighs shine, wet with your release, Namjoon’s balls seemingly just as wet when they smack against your clit. 

“Shit” his head tips backwards, and you cry as he slips out of you, sudden emptiness causing your cunt to clench, another spurt of cum dripping onto the sheets below you. 

Namjoon’s hand is rapid around his cock, pulling your ass cheeks apart he groans one last time before he shoots his seed over your red ass. 

It drips over your hole, dribbling down to your messy pussy; mixing with the mix of your cum and arousal. 

He smears his cum across your puckered hole, rubbing it across your folds and down to your clit. A low groan rumbles from Namjoon’s chest at the sight, your labia creamy white and shiny. 

“No” your thighs give out under you, his finger still smearing his cum over your sodden clit, throwing you into a less intense orgasm that has you trembling, sob catching in the back of your throat. 

“You’re so good, my darling” he whispers, wet fingers sliding over the expanse of your back, rubbing his release into your sweat slicked skin, “How about a bath?” he smiles when he catches sight of your closed eyes, “Hmm?” 

You nod, “Drink too” you whisper, voice hoarse and Namjoon traces over each hickey, feeling the dips in your skin that his teeth had left and over the swell of your ass. 

“And a drink too” he nods, “can I go to the kitchen to get a drink? Or would you want to come with me?” he asks. 

Your tongue slips past your lips, wetting your bottom lip as your muscles relax, “Come with you” 

“Yeah?” he laughs, “I’m gonna pick you up, okay?” 

You hum, rolling yourself onto your back. Your eyebrows furrow when your ass is met with wet sheets. “Clean sheets too” 

“Of course” he brushes the wet hair from your forehead. 

─── · 。ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

The day Namjoon had acted on impulse, your story had reached its climax– and it had been downhill after that. That is how most stories go after-all. 

And for the first time your ignorance to what Namjoon did behind your back had come to bite you in the ass. A sick little reminder that you should have listened to yourself all those months ago. That you should have never gotten involved with Namjoon. Should have just lived this life through with no hiccups and hopefully finally lay to rest at the end of your cycle. 

And somehow you found yourself here. 

It should have been nothing more than a night out together, nothing more than drinks and hands that wandered in intimate places under the table, no one any the wiser. Clothes imbedded with cigarette smoke and cheap liquor, Namjoon’s lips on your neck and yours on his cheek before he wandered to the bar for refills. 

All it had taken was one man to bring you both to downfall. One lingering, sweaty hand, five chubby fingers and two beady eyes that had no respect; one unruly man for your life to once again fall to shit. 

You’d never seen Namjoon anything but level-headed. He always had such control over his own life, knew how to control a room, his people, part of the city. He was always on top. It’s always been Namjoon’s world and you were simply living in it. 

A small whisper in the back of your mind had told you that surely— surely a man with that much power would one day snap. Perhaps not at you, but you’d placed yourself in his line of fire. Dominoes stacked up one after the other and no matter how fast you ran, they would always catch up to you, knocking you over with them. 

And you knew. You knew that a story with you and Namjoon was sure to be another tragedy. And maybe you wanted to believe that he was invincible, that death wouldn’t rattle at behind him like it had the last two of your lovers, and you suppose he didn’t. 

Death was after you. 

Death was scared of Namjoon, but not you. 

“I told you” you whisper, eyes flitting back to your lover when you catch the attention of an officer, “I fucking told you not to do it, that we could sort something out later but you just had to–” 

He had to kill him. Well, he didn’t have to. But he did. 

“I’ll sort it out” he takes your hands, “Don’t stress too much” 

You exhale, chest deflating, utterly defeated, “And how do you plan to fix this?” 

“I’ve got a good lawyer” he tells you, leaning into the table a little more. 

And you want to tell him his lawyer was shit, that there was no way for him to plead innocent when so many people had seen him slaughter someone out of pure rage, no matter if it were in the back of a club, in a drunk daze, you doubt many would forget the shrill cry of a man slowly losing his life. You doubt many would defend a man that was known for chewing up the lives of any man or woman that he deemed unworthy. 

“You trust me? Don’t you?” He interlaces your fingers, squeezing. 

You nod, swallowing hard as an officer slinks past your table. Unnerving as you eye the weapons strapped to their belts and the haunting jangle of keys. 

“Yes. Yes I do” 

“Good.” he nods, “I need you to do a few things for me while I’m held up” 

“Okay” you whisper, foot tapping anxiously against the floor. Palms flushing in a cold sweat.

“Pack your bags, there’s money under the bed, go away for a while” 

Your eyebrows furrow, “What?” 

“I need you to leave the city for a while until I’m out of here” 

“Namjoon I don’t–” 

He tucks your hair behind your ear, smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Ever so gentle, a lame attempt at reassurance. Though you only find your heart rate picking up, hands trembling ever so slightly. And you wonder if he can feel it; your fear. You wonder if he can taste it on the tip of his tongue. 

“A lot of people are going to be after you now that I’m not around” 

You shake your head, mouth opening to say something though you’re unsure what. 

“I have a lot of enemies” he says carefully, slowly, “And they all know about the delicate little flower I hold, and they’ll want to pluck her and tear her petals off one by one” 

You swallow, “Namjoon” tears threaten to fall to which he brushes a thumb over your cheeks. 

Shaking his head, “None of that” he smiles, “Soon we’ll be together again, and everything will go back to normal, and we’ll be happy” 

You flinch as a bell rings, hands trembling when chairs scrape against the laminated flooring. You swallow down the lump in your throat, bottom lip tucked between your teeth as you simply stare at Namjoon. Curious to see how long it would take for you to get lost in his eyes, to be able to wander his mind and simply live there., Safe, happy. 

He told you that you’d be happy. ,

“Go” he nods behind him, “I’ll see you soon, yeah? I think I can have one more visit before trial” 

The both of you stand, Namjoon pulling you into his chest. He kisses your forehead, displeased scoff tumbling off his lips when one of the officers towers over you. Eyebrow raised and expectant. 

He lets go, and you clench your jaw. Your chest expands, lungs stinging with the rush of oxygen— and you will yourself to look up at Namjoon, painting every little crevice of his face into your mind before you’re slipping past him towards the door. Unable to say anything. 

Because you know if you did you’d break down. And you wouldn’t do that to him right now. Not when he’s told you how much it physically pains him to watch you suffer, how your tears should never fall, how your heart should never hurt. 

“Sirius” Namjoon calls out and you look over your shoulder, “Remember that. My brightest star” 

You wave, swallowing down the sob that claws up your throat. 

And you’d barely made it halfway home before your life had slipped from beneath your feet for a third time. 

Stem snapped, and petals picked; a rotting rose left to decompose on blood-soaked concrete, with the regrets of not even leaving Namjoon behind with a final ‘I love you’. And a faint wish that life after you would fare him a little better. 

thank you for reading!! <3 🌌

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[7grandmel]

Todays rip: 13/03/2024

Nuclear Pomeranian

Season 8 Featured on: Now That's What I Call Quality! 3

Ripped by Half Pixel

Requested by Oetam! (Discord)

I've covered a number of rips featured in Now That's What I Call Quality! 3 already on here, and I maintain that it's likely the best album the channel has yet put out in terms of raw concise quality on offer. Beautiful Dreamer, Initial Deluxe (I've Just Raced on this Course Before) and Owner of a Mahjong Board are all absolute highlights of Season 7, and it feels like the entire SiIvaGunner team came together to truly show the best of the best on the album. Yet beyond featuring classics from the Season that was then wrapping up, Now That's What I Call Quality! 3 also featured a good few rips that had yet to be uploaded to the YouTube channel - that is to say, some of the first-ever rips that you could consider to be part of Season 8. Its in this category that Nuclear Pomeranian finds itself in: the seventh rip of Rhythm Doctor makes an incredible first impression on what to expect from Season 8 in the months to come.

Honestly, it wasn't as if Half Pixel had to prove his prowess in creating these sorts of dense meme medleys: Since way back when I first heard Everybody's Special Course in Season 1, I'd known the guy had an undeniable knack for these sorts of rips. It may be coincidence, but it, Nuclear Pomeranian and Siiva Lining all just have this immense energy and adrenaline to them, a celebratory party atmosphere that never fails to bring a smile to my face. So then, I suppose Nuclear Pomeranian mainly shows just how much Half Pixel has grown as a ripper in those years, how many creative flourishes are added and implemented with complete confidence. The lyrical silliness in the opening is one of my favorite examples: transitioning Infinite's lyrics of "I am the last one that's standing, don't try and stand in my way" into a simple "okay" sound, followed by a response of "and now you're in my way" from Call Me Maybe. That's so fun! That has nothing to do with Rhythm Doctor, or SiIva's own memes, or Season 8 or anything, it's just a little bit of flavor added to the rip by Half Pixel to make it a funnier listen.

It goes through so many phases, yet compared to something like Memey Hell, it feels as if each part featured is allowed room to breathe in isolation from one another. Some of the sources. such as PSY's music, feel like they're subtly in the background almost throughout the whole rip, but segments focusing on just one source at a time feel like they strike such a perfect balance in terms of how long they're featured. The rip will for instance use Bo Burnham's Bezos I for a six second segment to give you just enough time to register the song as both funny and catchy in its context, before using a snappy Among Us sound effect break to transition into an equally-as-long segment using Boulevard of Broken Dreams, repeating the cycle. Much of that is of course owed to the structure of the original Bomb-Sniffing Pomeranian itself, but it's incredibly commendable just how well Half Pixel adapted that frantic, back-and-fourth pacing of the Rhythm Doctor song into such a different format. Very few of the sources, even when focused on as the sole joke for seconds at a time, are left completely unedited: small little quips from other sources, little interjections and pieces will play alongside or over the joke in focus, althewhile remaining completely harmonious.

I realize that a lot of what I'm describing is just the standard procedure on what to think of when creating a meme mashup medley like this in general, but what I'm aiming to say is that Nuclear Pomeranian is one of the best examples of how to do things right across the board. The amount of sources featured span across the channel's entire life, from the aforementioned PSY to appearances from Smooth of 【＝３】e-MUNO Disco (vs. 音MAD AGENT) fame in Season 2, the Season 1 classic Chip the Ripper closing the rip off, the Big Chungus-posting of Season 4 Episode 2 and AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE A CHUNKY BEAT, the Among Us posting of Season 5 and Among Drip Drop Galaxy, and oh so many more. Yet compared to something like, say, the Season premiere collabs such as Joke-Explainer™ 7000 Fusion Collab and Bramble Blast Collab, the rip doesn't place more emphasis on these nostalgic, well-remembered sources than anything else featured in its vast list of sources. SiIvaGunner classics or not, Half Pixel uses what sounds best and what's funniest at every possible moment to create a rip that works incredibly well even outside the context of the SiIvaGunner channel, as a huge tribute to Rhythm Doctor and the art of ripping itself.

Put concisely - Nuclear Pomeranian is a banger, and was a fantastic showcase of the level of quality that we've now seen many examples of in the last month and a half. The SiIvaGunner team is truly firing on all cylinders, and I'm all here for it.

[inneedofsupervision]

Sleepless Nights

This story plays shortly after Ciel and Sebastian create their contract and are still getting to know each other. The Young Master is troubled, and as his butler, Sebastian cannot help growing restless. Ciel Phantomhive, the young earl of the House Phantomhive, fights a bad case of insomnia. Ordered to find a solution, Sebastian tries his best to accomplish his master's request. The demon of a butler is nearly coming to his wits end when he seems to have found a way to get his master to sleep, which he has not thought about before.

(Based on the manga. Also, Re-Upload and edited)

Lee! Ciel / Ler! Sebastian

(Read on Ao3)

"Sebastian."

"Yes, my Lord?"

"I can't sleep."

Sebastian sighed. It was the fourth time this week that his master had complained about being unable to sleep. Every night, he was told to come to his master's bedroom, only to find the young earl sitting upright in his bed, a blanket tightly wrapped around his small frame, tiredness mixed with a hint of annoyance flickering in the child's eyes.

The first time the young master was kept awake by nightmares hunting him, a simple cup of warm milk had helped, but sometimes the child felt too restless to sleep, and not even the calming drink could help at times like these. The young earl always looked terribly tired during the day and often fell asleep at his desk and in lessons.

Sebastian started to occupy himself with the matter. He had to admit to not knowing much about this kind of trouble as he had not once held a contract with anyone who needed as much care as the frail child he now called his master. Demons didn't need to rest. It never was something that he had to worry about in his previous 'lives'. But now, since he had to take care of a child for which sleep was crucial for its health, not to mention that the young master had a weak body, he had to realize that it wasn't as easy as he thought it to be.

The demon began reading about it and even went as far as traveling to small villages around the area to watch humans putting their offspring to bed, observing what the parents were doing to make their children fall asleep. From what he gathered, for a child to be well-rested, it was essential to make them feel safe and comfortable. With even younger children, the warmth of other humans around them seemed to help in all cases he had managed to observe. The demon felt something akin to annoyance. Humans were so fickle.

Sebastian had to admit that he almost gave up on the task. The research seemed useless since he could not rock the young master to sleep if the demon didn't want to be kicked out in the cold with insults thrown his way for disgracing his master in such a shameful way. The warm milk with honey only helped when the child had nightmares but not when he felt restless.

But then, one night, as Sebastian observed another family, he witnessed something that intrigued him. A mother chased her son playfully around their small home before catching and scooping the child into a loving embrace. She then started tickling his tummy as she carried him over to his bed, where she laid him down. She tickled him a bit more, the child laughing and giggling before she gave him a gentle kiss on the forehead and tucked him in. The child immediately fell asleep after.

"How interesting," muttered the demon as he stepped into the dark. Now that he was standing in front of his master's bed with the young earl expectantly looking up at him, why not test this new method?

"Young Master, I will try something new today which I believe could help with your fatigue," explained Sebastian as he fluffed the pillow before putting it gently down behind his master.

Mismatched eyes glanced a bit warily from under black-bluish bangs up to him. Sebastian smiled reassuringly at the boy.

"If you would please lay down, my Lord."

The demon waited for the earl to unwrap himself from his blanket cocoon. After he had laid down, Ciel watched with a questioning face as Sebastian knelt down next to the bed.

Sebastian moved closer until he was kneeling right in front of the boy. He reached for the blanket as a petit hand grabbed his wrist. The demon's lip dared twitch upwards at the child's expression.

"What are you doing?"

His master, mistrusting as ever. He continued where he laid off, much to the boy's distaste.

"Sebastian, wha-" protested Ciel, wanting to pull the blanket back up. It was cold only with his thin shirt on, but a hand laid down on his own and stopped him.

"This is for your own good, Young Master," shushed his butler with a finger on his lips and a small smile playing over his features as he put the blanket back into place.

Ciel frowned a bit but then laid back down again.

"I hope Sebastian knows what he is doing," thought the boy, who was still skeptical at what his demon of a butler had in mind.

Sebastian waited until his master was lying down again before stretching an arm out. Ciel watched curiously and raised an eyebrow when the hand was placed on his abdomen.

"Sebastian, I want to know what you are planni-ahah no!"

Red eyes widened, and he looked into a blue and a purple one who stared back at him, looking just as surprised, if not slightly mortified.

"Sebastian, stop this right now!"

While his master had started to protest again, Sebastian had curled his fingers, mimicking the movements he had seen the woman doing at the child a night before. To test it out, Sebastian wriggled his fingers again, this time lightly tickling along his master's stomach, and he was not disappointed at the reaction he got. Ciel instantly brought his hands over his mouth, desperate to stifle his giggles. Sebastian pulled his hand back, a smirk playing on his lips while the boy in front of him fought the blush back but to no use and threw a glare in his direction.

"What do you think you're doing?!"

"It's called tickling if I remember correctly."

"I know what it's called, but why?" asked the young boy, aghast.

"You said you could not fall asleep, so I studied some methods that could help. It seems like laughing can tire humans out and make them content at the same time. This helps them to relax and fall asleep easily. I saw it myself," explained the demon, taking great pleasure in the absolute terror washing over the boy.

"You do that only to children!"

"If I may point this out, my Lord, you're quite a child yourself," said Sebastian with a chuckle.

"Shut up, Sebastian. This is stupid. Think of something else," ordered the boy before reaching out for the blanket to pull it over himself and try to sleep without his stupid butler trying to 'help,' but a hand stopped him.

"Young Master, you didn't even test it out," said Sebastian with a sickening sweet smile.

"No, we are not doing this. Sebastian, I order you to lea-ahaha nooo!"

Sebastian smirked when the young boy shrieked before quickly rolling to the side when he started tickling his stomach again.

"You seem quite ticklish, Young Master. Maybe this method will be a success."

"Shuhuht uhup!"

The laughing boy yelled angrily at the damned demon to let go of him but squealed in surprise when he was pulled back, facing his way too brightly smiling butler. Sebastian started to use both hands, ten fingers softly and experimentally poking and prodding all over the young earl's body. When he squeezed the boy's hips, Ciel bucked violently, his back arching before he flopped back down onto the mattress, laughing louder than before. The young earl rolled on his stomach to shake the devil's hands off, but the opposite happened. Sebastian was still tickling him, but now Ciel couldn't even see what the demon did and where he would attack next. It made every sensation ten times more unbearable.

"My my, seems like the Young Master got quite sensitive hips," stated the demon matter of factly while squeezing said hips, his large fingers digging right into the trashing boy's hipbones. The young boy squealed before a peal of loud laughter filled the room as he desperately trashed around on the large bed. He squeaked in protest when the tormenting hands grabbed him around the waist and flopped him onto his back like he weighed nothing before sly fingers crept under his thin shirt, starting to tickle his belly again. They softly scratched, wiggled, poked, and pinched at the soft flesh, making the young earl fall into a giggle fit. Ciel weakly tried to bat the attacking hands away, but it was in vain. The demon of a butler snickered at his master's attempts to shove his hands away, reminding him of the kitten he feds in the yard during his breaks. Ciel bucked under the touch, laughing even louder than before. He didn't care about his dignity at this point, curling up into a ball as tiny as he could when fingers wandered up and down his sides, playfully goosing and tweaking them, which led to Ciel squirming around like a worm.

"Thihihis ihis stupihihd," protested the boy as he managed to roll back on his stomach. He tried to crawl further into the middle of the bed and away from the edge where his evil butler was now standing with a sly smirk on his lips. Just before he had thought that he had managed to escape, a large hand wrapped around his ankle and pulled him back.

"Nooohoho!" screamed the boy and kicked out, small hands clawing into the bedding as he tried to pull himself back into the safe center of the large bed. A high-pitched squeal escaped him, and he instantly pulled his arms back when a hand clawed at his rib cage, long fingers digging in between the bones. H was sent back into a stage of being a heap of flailing limbs and squeaky laughter.

"I never knew you were this sensitive, Young Master."

Sebastian observed the earl laughing and trashing around on the big four-poster bed, childlike giggles and squeals filling the room.

"Sebahastiahan!"

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Stohohahap!"

"But Young, Master, you asked me to help you to sleep better. I am doing my best to oblige your order."

"Hohow is thihihs going toho hehel-NOO!"

The young boy screamed before he fell into another hysterical laughing fit. Sebastian raised an eyebrow questioningly, wondering what could have made the young master react this way. Hindering the stubborn child from finishing his sentence was an accomplishment, making him curious.

A smirk formed on his face.

"Ticklish underarms, I assume?" teased the demon whose hands had buried themselves under the earl's arms, scratching lightly at the thin fabric of the nightshirt the boy always wore when going to sleep. It did a poor job protecting the child's sensitive skin, and even if the demon was wearing his gloves, it still tickled like hell.

Ciel's laughter kicked up a notch, and he trashed, kicking widely with his skinny legs and his arms flailing around uselessly. Sebastian was truly evil and ruthless with his tickle attack, and Ciel couldn't even remember the last time he laughed so hard. It was dumb and childish, but he couldn't deny that it felt good to laugh like that. The boy hated to admit it, but it also was fun, even when Sebastian behaved like an oaf by teasing him so much because that made the whole sensation worse but made it also more playful. He could feel how his trashing grew weaker with every torturous, tickly moment.

"Sebahastiaaan! Ihihi cahahn't ahaha."

"You can't? I must apologize, Young Master, but could you elaborate?"

The demon had to chuckle at the glare the earl was trying to throw at him. The bubbly giggles and the smile he tried to oppress weren't doing him a favor in trying to look threatening.

"You still seem very energetic to me. Are you feeling any tired yet, Young Master?" asked Sebastian teasingly as he pulled the child even closer to the edge of the bed.

"I'm tirehehd. I'm tirehed!" cried the young boy, struggling to pull himself back into the middle of his bed. He didn't even want to know what would happen when Sebastian caught him.

"I think one more minute, and we can stop. What do you say, Young Master, is one minute enough to tire you out?"

Without waiting for an answer, the demon pulled the child closer. Ciel gulped before his eyes grew wide, nervously watching Sebastian reach for his feet. The boy's kicking increased, and he squirmed, but the demon caught his feet effortlessly.

"I heard humans are quite ticklish on their feet," states Sebastian, changing his hold, needing only one hand to keep the child from kicking.

"No," lied Ciel instantly, still trying to pull his feet out of Sebastian's hold.

"No?" asked the demon teasingly.

"So this," he began and slowly scratched with his pointer finger along the arch, "does not tickle at all? What a shame. Here, I thought I found something useful."

He chuckled as he saw how the earl had taken the pillow and was now tightly pressing his face against it, his small shoulders shaking as he tried to suppress his laughter. Sebastian then started using four fingers to scratch at the pale soles from the top down to the bottom and watched with great amusement how now Ciel's whole body was shaking, face pressed even tighter into the pillow. It couldn't absorb all the little noises the boy made, stifled laughter clearly dancing through the room. It only took a brief tickle under his toes for the boy to lose it completely. The moment where his demon butler wiggled his fingers under them, Ciel shot up from the pillow and pounded his fists against it. His laugh slowly changed into giggly wheezing with little hiccups in between, and he could feel how his body grew tired with every second. Sebastian, who heard the change in the boy's laughter, started to slow down, not wanting to trigger the boy's asthma. He still let his fingertips dance softly over the boy's feet, listening to the frantic laughter changing into tired giggles before he let go of the young earl's ankles. Ciel instantly pulled his feet and legs up before quickly grabbing the blanket and pulling it over his body.

"Don't worry, I won't tickle you anymore," chuckled Sebastian as he stepped up to the front end of the bed and reached for the pillow. He fluffed it up again and laid it onto the bed before bowing once into the direction of the blanket pile.

"Good night, Young Master."

He tapped lightly at the blanket pile before walking over to the door but turning back again.

"I'll retire now, but if you need anything, please call."

He reached for the door nob and was about to blow out the last candles when he heard the child calling for him.

"S-Sebastian!"

"Yes, Young Master?"

"Stay here. Until I fall asleep."

"Yes, Young Master."

As soon as Ciel's head met the pillow, his eyes were already closed, a content sigh passing his lips.

[aizawife]

Caught in Your Web

Requested: Getting together with Mirko.

Summary: Everyone knew Redback, barely anyone saw Kenji — except for Mirko, who saw the spider, its web, and its prey.

Word Count: 4622

Prompt Notes: Mirko x Spider-Man OC! Specific to the OC, written with a male reader in mind.

Author Notes: Good Lord, it has been a while! Sorry for taking so long with new content — I’ve had a lot on my plate the past few years with graduating uni (yay!) and moving on to med school. Even through it all, I never forgot about my love for both anime and writing, so here we are! Now, about this request…y’all. Huge shoutout to this requester !! This was not supposed to end up as long as it is (seriously, if you think you know how long this is, you really don't), but after talking to them about their OC and learning the backstory, I fell in love with them and ended up pouring so much into this. This is like a chapter worth of content, but I’m happy and so grateful I got to help deepen this character. I hope you all enjoy it (and share your OCs so I can write for them >.<); I'll be uploading some other stuff I wrote from before I went MIA soon, so look out for it! Welcome back <3

••●───── 🕸️⋅🕷⋅🕸️ ─────●••

“Wow, fourth one this week, huh?”

“Nah, that’s his sixth; keep up, man!”

It was a typical Thursday — well, as typical as it could be for anyone living in the Age of Heroes. As per usual, most people’s workday lunch break had now become a free all-inclusive ticket to a Spartan brawl between some Hero and any of the handful of villains propagated by the emergence of quirks. Today, the competitors in the ring happened to be two people of contrasting appearance: one small and fast, barely visible with both traits combined, while the other was almost comically large and consequently looking to be moving in slow motion with every movement.

Due to the fact that heroes and villains were always engaged in combat, it was ingrained in daily life, so most people just kept going about their usual routines. Regardless, any disturbance was disturbance, and onlookers gathered, a mixture of ordinary people and reporters vying to be the first with the exclusive story. 

The crowd watched as the swift Hero struck the hefty villain with pinpoint strikes as he dashed around at breakneck speed. Excited comments and whispers spread throughout the group of people as they watched the two fight, all curious to see who would win the epic battle between David and Goliath. But although the majority of competitors would have had serious expressions on their faces as they plotted their attacks and tried to read their opponents, the figure who was darting around appeared to be grinning broadly. With his smile, and the numerous taunts that erupted from his mouth, the sizable crowd observing became certain that it was the Vigilante Hero known as Redback.

“He’s really fighting to keep his No. 7 spot on the Hero list, isn’t he? Six villains in one week, that’s crazy.”

At the end of the block, the onlookers stared fixedly at the big brown behemoth as it feverishly swiped at itself. Redback moved so quickly around it that it seemed as though he was floating in the air, and with every dart around the enormous figure, his webbed cape flew around him. He sported a deep blue-tinted custom made suit that alternated between crimson and black. His calling card was a giant red spider insignia on his chest, which both villains and civilians recognized as a sign that justice was about to be served.

"Hasn't your mother ever told you to wipe your feet at the door? Look!" Redback delivered a straight punch to Dirt's face, tripping him backwards over his own two feet. With the Hero’s brutal strike, masses of dirt flew off of his body. "You're tracking dirt all over the place!" 

The audience watched as the brown giant staggered through the street, still trying to recover from the last hit. Now that it was closer, it was more visibly the plain outline of a man covered in crumbling earthy dirt. It grumbled as its big feet slapped the ground, launching specs of dirt into the air with each stride. 

Despite finding enjoyment in his battle just seconds before, panic swept across the audience as he looked to be approaching them. One of the commentators grew nervous and turned to his friend. "Dude…"

His friend instantly smacked his shoulder and raised a finger to his lips. "Shh! Don't make a sound!"

Thus, the two guys, as well as the rest of the crowd, stood there, one man quivering with fear and the other paralyzed with shock, watching as a gigantic brown foot kept stomping down the street. As the dirt monster came closer down the block, their bodies trembled from the sheer weight of his feet colliding with the earth, causing thundering steps to bounce around and ricochet off their bones. All they could do was watch as their fate approached, knowing that civilians were in no position to take on such villains, whether they had Quirks or not.

Suddenly, they heard something whizzing over them. Their eyes tried to track the shadowy figure that moved above them, but it was futile; his four limbs possessed the strength, dexterity, and speed of eight. But as they looked back down the street, they noticed a shimmering pattern. There were dozens of thin, tiny, glittering strings in front of them, and where they met, they resembled raindrops frozen in place, twinkling as though someone had taken each droplet and glued it so that the sun could dance across them. 

Upon completing his web-making and landing out of sight, Redback watched as the dirt creature charged up the street and stumbled right into the crystalline net in front of him, almost breaking through the wall of webbing. However, as expected, the strong webs simply absorbed Dirt's pressing force and pushed it back into him, causing him to become entangled and collapse, all nearby objects within a twenty-foot zone shaking as he crashed to the ground.

“Arghh!” He cried out, grumbling following suit as he struggled to get up. But before he could get off his knee, Redback descended from above and landed on his back.

In a swift motion, Redback lifted Dirt’s right arm in the air. He whiffed the air before saying, “You need a shower, dude — bad.” Then, he pushed the arm towards the left side of his torso while throwing his own body weight in the same direction. From a mix between the motion and Redback’s sheer strength alone, Dirt flipped over entirely, causing his chest to be exposed. Redback pinned him to the ground effortlessly, his knee pressing into Dirt's chest as he still struggled to break free from the webs. "Looks like I've got you right where I want you," Redback taunted with a smirk. 

He swung his head down towards Dirt's chest in an instant, releasing his chelicerae from his jaw. His fangs emerged from the basal section and swung out at their prey. He was aware that the feeling of them piercing his victim's skin would be no more agonizing than that of two tiny needles; but these tiny needles weren't entirely harmless, as they could easily pierce the skin before pumping neurotoxin out of their poison ducts.

As soon as they did, Dirt released a deep groan before attempting to pull Redback off of him, but his attempt was simply that - an attempt. His arm reached up, but soon went limp and fell back down with a thud. Dirt winced as the venom seeped further into his bloodstream, causing his muscles to weaken and his vision to blur before fading to black. 

Redback leaned in close, muttering, "You should've known better than to challenge me."

He leaned back with a triumphant grin, watching as Dirt's body went still. Once he got confirmation that paralysis was taking over his body, he retracted his fangs and quickly pulled his mask back down over his mouth. He jumped down, landing right in front of the large group of spectators, with the majority of them sprinting forward, a combination of congrats and whispers of awe taking over them.

“Redback, you’re so cool!” 

“What a hero.”

“Hey, Redback!” He glanced down at the youngster holding out a blue cap and permanent marker. The scar under his cheek and bruised knuckles stuck out to him. “Can you sign my hat?” Before he knew it, his observations had compelled him to fulfill the request.

“Sure, kid. Don’t lose it.” He grabbed the marker, scribbling his signature with a steady hand. Once he placed the hat back on the kid’s head, a recorder was thrust in his face.

“Redback, can you answer some questions for us?” The reporter's voice cut through the excited chatter of the crowd, drawing all attention to him.

Redback took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for the questions that were about to come his way. ‘Interviewers…typical.’ It wasn't that he disliked them, they just all seemed to enjoy picking out bits and pieces from each response and spinning them into a mainly fictitious tale for profit, fame, and undeserved glory.

“We know about your dedication to restoring society’s order for not only civilians, but also Heroes and our judicial system. How do you plan on going about that? Was this villain a part of your efforts? How does he play into your mission?”

Just as he was about to answer, a loud pinging sound rang out. He traced the sounds down to his watch, where he noticed the alert:

[15:00 — XXX BUILDING]

He smiled as he was reminded of the meeting he scheduled – it was perfect timing. With a wave of his hand, he announced, “Sorry, folks, gotta run! Stay safe!”

“Wait!” He turned around to see another interviewer. “What about, um…him?”

He followed the gaze of the crowd to Dirt's limp body, then shrugged. Although he wasn't always confident that the police would carry out their duties to the best of their abilities—which was why he decided to administer justice himself—he was certain that their interests would coincide when it came to a minor threat such as Dirt. 

“The authorities are on their way.” At their concerned faces, he added over his shoulder, “Besides, he’s not going anywhere. Paralysis lasts for the next couple hours!” 

With that, he took off, a few strands of webbing ejecting from his hand and latching to the edge of a small building. He leaped up, the webbing propelling him upward and into the air, where he began gliding and swinging with his webs as if they were white vines in a jungle of skyscrapers. The city beneath him appeared to diminish as he soared higher, the wind roaring past his ears. 

His thoughts wandered as he swung between rooftops, hardly staying on one long enough before moving on to the next.

‘Redback…what a stupid name.’

When the name Redback was assigned to him, he didn’t reject it, as he didn’t expect to hear other people calling him it all the time. But, then again, he truthfully hadn’t expected to become the hero he was now known as. In fact, before he became known as the vigilante hero he was, he used to be the one causing the trouble. Petty crimes, but still, he used to wreak havoc more than he prevented it. 

He sat off the side of a building, his web supporting him as he ceased swinging. He was gazing at the sun sinking beyond the horizon, his webbed cape billowing in the breeze.

‘Kenji O’Hara.’

That was the name he was given at birth. Beyond that name held nothing. 

And then there was Redback.

Redback was the name he earned. The brutal man with nothing to lose and nothing holding him back. The man whose origins could be traced to the Underground Masquerade, an illicit fighting ring in a covert car park. The man whose Spider Quirk bestowed upon him such freakishly powerful abilities that most saw an opportunity for exploitation rather than allyship. The man who, in a foolish adolescent moment, branded a large symbol of a spider on his back—a mistake that, when exposed in the middle of a fight, gave rise to the grimly gallant fighter. This man's reputation preceded him wherever he went, striking fear into the hearts of his opponents.

Everyone knew Redback, barely anyone saw Kenji.

He took a few steps upon landing on the XXX Building before resting on the railing. From this vantage point, you could see the beauty of the city and catch a glimpse of the peace that comes from the hustle and bustle of city life. The idea that such tranquility could be found in the midst of such mayhem gave him comfort. Cars slickly skimming the streets, little specks strolling to the train station. There were no people, no heroes, and no villains from up here. It was simply a city, and everybody was one.

“O’Hara.”

Turning around, he saw her hallmark tall bunny ears. Their massive presence overshadowed her, bestowing upon her an air of innocence mixed with authority. Her grin sent the same message—it was kind yet commanding. As if he had never noticed it before, her skin caught his attention next. It was a delicate bronze that, in the sunset, seemed to have the hue of a highly prized and lovingly preserved gold coin. And, of course, this wasn’t his first time seeing her Hero costume, but the white sleeveless leotard that showed off her hauntingly impressive muscles never failed to entice him.

After a few seconds of observation and appreciation, he decided to return the favor of her casual greeting. “Usagiyama.”

“Don’t web your shorts looking,” Mirko joked as she sauntered over to him, her knee-length white hair swaying with each step. “But I am impressed – you’re on time.” She slid in the space next to him, her back against the railing as she faced the opposite direction. Her triceps flexed as she rested her elbows on it. “I thought you’d be late, especially after seeing your work.” At his raised brow, she added, “Dirt monster.”

He chuckled, shaking his head in amusement. “Ohhh, dirt boy. Yeah,” he grinned, “I handled that. And don't worry; I'll always be on time for you.”

She rolled her eyes playfully, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Good to know," she replied, stretching her legs out in front of her as she grew more comfortable. "Just don't let that dirt guy slow you down next time." 

Kenji was acquainted with Mirko from prior Hero events. Being the fifth-ranked Hero, she was there for both award ceremonies and simple accolades; being No. 7 himself, he was also there, his unwavering attention fixed on the most attractive and self-assured lady in the room, perhaps one characteristic enhancing the other.

"Slow me down, eh? You think I can be slowed down?" As he carried on, she lightly exhaled and rolled her eyes. She knew what he was going to say next. "Or is that the fear of losing your rank to me talking?"

She snorted at his competitive spirit, unfazed by his attempt to intimidate and stir her up. "You've been saying you'll take my spot for weeks now; aren't you tired of your wishes not coming true?" At the wave of his hand, she leaned in close to him with a playful glint in her eye. "Actions speak louder than words, darling," she challenged.

"Which makes me curious as to why you have that No. 5 spot to begin with."

As they both hummed off their playful retorts, the conversation died down. Suddenly, it felt as if a chilly wind passed through, and Kenji awkwardly scratched the back of his neck. Despite sharing the same characteristics of a rabbit, a prey animal, Mirko seemed to have the abilities of a predator — she could sense fear. It worried him, asking about it, but if he didn’t, she would sense that there was something he was afraid to ask, and she would find out and press him about it anyway.

He took a long breath, bracing himself for the question that had been plaguing him; already, at the change in behavior, she raised her brow. "Did you, uh…did you get the flowers?"

Besides the wind whistling and the little noises from urban life, there was not a sound to be heard between the two. Mirko's piercing stare seemed to see right through Kenji, making him even more anxious as the question hung in the air, awaiting her response. 

He wasn’t quite sure what he was so nervous about – they had been on a couple of dates already. Kenji, who had lived his entire life fearlessly, had no trouble approaching Mirko at the aforementioned events, chatting her up and praising her on her successes before going in for the kill with a simple date proposal. In all honesty, he didn't expect her to arrive, but when she did, they hit it off just as well as before, and the rest was history. The first date had been cut short by a tiny gang of petty terrorists, but there seemed to be nothing better for Kenji and Mirko to connect over than kicking ass. Following that, dates continued amongst the usual turmoil that came with hero life, and they grew a foundationally sound friendship.

A Hero of Kenji's caliber was not familiar with the feeling of anxiety; however, he felt as though his heart would burst. That was, until she gave him a kind smile. She seemed to enjoy seeing him stress, even if just for a few minutes. "I did."

"Bold move sending a rabbit some flowers"—she turned to face him, a wider grin on her lips—"but that is what I like about you."

Kenji chuckled, relieved that she appreciated his gesture. “So, are you anywhere close to being ready yet?” He didn’t mean to rush her, but he knew she would correct him if she felt a boundary was being pushed. As ironic as it was, the only thing keeping them from taking the next step was the very thing that had brought them together in the first place.

"C'mon, O'Hara," she murmured, transferring her weight from one pawed foot to the next while looking straight ahead. "You know my rule."

“Right, the rule.”

She chuckled at his grimace, but it quickly got silent again as both Heroes fell into deep thought.

When Kenji first proposed that they become an official couple, Mirko froze. It was actually the only time he had ever seen her confidence waiver, and it was the first time she explained the rule.

‘No attachments, no hardcore relationships. Not while I’m a Hero.’

It was a good rule, except for the fact that anyone who knew Mirko knew that she would be a Hero until her body was physically incapable of fighting, and everyone knew that would be when she was dead.

When she first told Kenji about it, he didn't take it too hard. They had only gone out a few times in the past five months, so being the confident man he was, he didn't see much harm in continuing a casual relationship. When he was ready to get serious, he would eventually find someone who shared her beauty, personality, and sense of humor, at which point he would just move on.

That was what he told himself at first, until he ventured out into the dating scene and returned to the one butterfly among flies forever caught in his web. 

The pill he had to swallow at that point was not particularly difficult, but it was one he hadn't previously acknowledged as existing. Nobody shared Mirko's drive. Nobody possessed her energy, her spirit, and most importantly, her passion. She was the only Hero in the world who matched, if not exceeded the gratification he received from reading his opponent, delivering blow after blow, and emerging victorious. 

And, of course, the thing that attracted him most and kept him trapped in her web – no one matched her confidence.

The one recurring thread in most of Kenji’s failed dates was the one perception he had tried to get away from. The explanation given by almost every girl that walked away was that he was just too intimidating. Sometimes it was his appearance; to be fair, being a tall, well-built guy with a deathly aura designed to scare off any assailant didn’t come in handy all the time. Sometimes it was his jokes – most people were offended by them, while others simply couldn't match his sense of humor. But some had offered to divulge further, claiming that they sensed a wall up that they knew he would not allow them over. Whether it was his physical state or his mental one, among all complaints, he always seemed to be too much.

But for a girl who found the word ‘challenge’ simply did not exist in her vocabulary, as she had never encountered one, Kenji O’Hara’s walls were akin to stepping stones that forged a path to a person with deeper experiences and emotions than most normally have. Whether they saw it as beneficial or detrimental, both had grown up fighting and sparking up trouble, and Mirko, given her status, found it difficult to connect with anybody who understood her past and present behaviors. But when she told Kenji of her experiences, he did the one thing most failed to do – he listened. There was no excessive questioning or feedback, and although Mirko generally preferred people speaking their mind with confidence, she respected his undivided attention as his version of a bold statement. Despite his experience matching hers to a tee, having both come from the Underground Masquerade, the fact that the ‘intimidating’ Redback had the capacity for empathy and support was what stuck with her the most.

“I understand, take all the time you need.”

Unfortunately, that was where her problems started.

Behind the aura he had built up to protect himself, Kenji was a caring jokester with a confidence that seemed to inspire even the most insecure people. Even though it was naive to believe, he appeared to be without flaw. So, if she indulged and pursued a long-term relationship with him, she would do all in her power to assure that it was secure, all because of the man underneath that mask. This was the precise reason she was hesitant to start a relationship with him.

Throughout her life, Mirko always had to choose one or the other. Similarly, when she chose to be a Hero, she gave up all else. The battle and its outcome always came first; even if it meant her body, she would sacrifice it for the fight. Yes, that was the duty that came along with the title, but she had always been that way, even as a combative delinquent. So, upon her ultimate transformation into a Hero, she knew she had to establish a self-rule, something that would make sure she remembered the choice she had made for the rest of her life.

‘No attachments, no hardcore relationships. Not while I’m a Hero.’

If there ever happened to be anyone who managed to slink between the trees and brush and make their way to the clearing that was her heart, she knew she would eventually be forced into another choice. So with that rule in place, becoming a Hero was the last life-altering choice she would make.

“But didn’t you say you’d live every day like it was your last?” 

At O'Hara's question, her eyes widened. This wasn’t Kenji’s first time challenging her, but for some reason, this time threw her off. She slowly nodded, “I-I did. I do, but-”

His hand caught hers, fingers weaving with such delicacy that she almost didn’t believe that Redback and Kenji were the same man. The sincerity in his eyes spoke more to her than his words as he asked, “Then why stop now? Live everyday with me like it’s your last too.”

Thinking of such a possibility made her breath catch in her throat. Breaking her own rule and possibly jeopardizing her Hero career by pursuing something as selfish as a relationship sounded like a no-brainer to her. However, in regards to someone as special as Kenji...

She quickly caught herself, shaking off that small fear of diving in, and shook her hand free from his, taking a few steps back. “Woah, don’t tell me you’re getting all soft on me now, O’Hara.” 

Mirko sighed, his only answer to her jest being a stare. He was serious, and when Kenji was serious, he meant it. With her back to him, she crossed her arms and closed her eyes in thought. "I've already made my final choice. You know that I'm done picking between 'this' and 'that'; I can't have it be 'this', 'that', or you."

With this, she was confident that he would back down and accept her decision. She knew Kenji would be disappointed; hell, it disappointed her too, but she knew in any out-firming contest, she would be firm enough to keep him at bay.

But Kenji was fast approaching, dancing through her trees, heading straight for her clearing. 

"Make it 'this' and me, or 'that' and me, because that's all it'll ever be." And all of a sudden, Mirko discovered that he had overcome each obstacle designed to prevent him from breaking through her own barriers and reaching her heart, and was now standing in the center of her clearing. "I'm not going anywhere."

When she opened her eyes, he was standing in front of her. His face was so unbelievably close to hers, his masked nose resting against her own. "I don't care if it takes you eight days, eight years, or eight lifetimes. I will always be here." His unwavering commitment to her rendered her dumbfounded, and before she knew it, she had reached by his side, grabbing his hand with fingers as soft as rabbit paws.

“I just don’t want to mess things up,” she whispered. 

Kenji put his other arm around her waist protectively, softly pressing her against him in a moment of vulnerability he was certain he would never see from her again. Even though she wasn't in a physical altercation, being brazen or aggressive, he still cherished the transparency that came along with her confidence. It was just this—her shameless acceptance to vulnerability and her newfound openness to failure—that drew him in even more.

He moved his covered lips against her ear to whisper, “You’ll never lose your No. 5 spot.”

With those words, he promised, in his own unique way, that he would never be one of her options, and they stood there in silence as they both indulged in the newly discovered sense of belonging.

“Y’know, except for when I surpass you.” 

He was met with a hard push to his chest, sending him back a few steps. “What? Being No. 7 is getting boring,” he laughed.

Through her own smile, Mirko replied, “You’ll have to catch up to me first, O’Hara.”

They embraced again, Kenji clutching his new partner in justice. Gentle fingers grazed the ends of his mask as she reached up to raise it and reveal his lips. They locked eyes and drank in the intensity of the moment before leaning in, their lips—

Both of their heads whipped to the side as the sound of a loud explosion erupted, grey smoke emitting from an intersection a few blocks away.

“Ah, duty calls.” Glancing back down at her, Kenji's smile appeared to be permanently stuck as he realized he had finally caught the girl he had been chasing for months. “So, ‘this’ with me or ‘that’ with me?”

She looked to the side one more time before returning her gaze to Kenji. She loved being in his arms, and wouldn’t have minded letting another Hero take care of things, but Mirko had met her equal in experience and in valor, and she knew there was no one else she would want to fight beside. 

"‘That’ with you.”

"Alright, you're on!" Kenji raced away from her, leaping off the roof. The following second, she noticed him land on a nearby rooftop before flipping in the air to the next.

Mirko did not hesitate to take up the challenge. She immediately hopped over, already utilizing her Rabbit Quirk to narrow the gap and pass him. "See you there, loser!"

Although Kenji knew she’d push herself to leave him in the dust and get there first, he didn’t quite care to do the same. In fact, for once, this was a battle he didn’t mind losing. He looked over to her again, his eyes tracing her every movement as she raced between buildings and streets. 

For some reason, he felt as if he already won.

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[def-initely-soul]

Burn The Witch {4}

a/n: hello everyone it's been a while. I have no idea if anyone is still around or still interested in this, but here's the fourth part! don't know when i'll update again, figured i should upload this chapter since its been in my drafts for a while

pairing:  yoongi x reader (f.)

genre: supernatural; angst; mystery; magical society AU; magicals!AU

rating: PG-15

warnings: violence; emotional abuse; blood; bullying; mentions of murder; mature language; panic attack

words: 5.6k

summary:

↠ {a boy who keeps running away, a girl who can’t seem to no matter how much she tries and a series of murders caught all in between of the cracks spread through what appears as a quiet little town…} ↞

or alternatively, not everything is always what it seems

previous part: {3}

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It’s a slow day at “Selkie’s Place” when Yoongi pays you a visit, two days after the second murders. 

Trusting him still feels naïve but you can’t help but do it, and it scares you. You’re putting so much faith in him. Too much faith. Blindly trusting someone like this can only lead to disappointment, you know this well enough. But it’s hard not to trust him. And you’re terrified. 

When he steps into the pub it takes a whole lot of effort to get Mona to stop pestering him and move along to her other duties. Of course, you didn’t tell her the truth about your sudden partnership, instead opting for an inconspicuous story of making a new friend during interspecies studies. But, of course, she had to see for herself. Resulting in an almost interrogation of Yoongi about how the two of you met. 

“She seems nice...” he comments afterwards. He waves at Mona from the couch he’s sitting on, who waves back at him from behind the bar. 

You rest your hand at the back of the couch, watching the whole interaction with a careful smile. “She usually is. Today was a surprise for both of us...” you shrug before turning your attention back at him. Wondering what made him choose “Selkie’s Place” of all places for your conversation. 

“You know this meeting could’ve happened at uni, right? No need for you to come here...” you raise an eyebrow and now it’s his turn to shrug. 

“Better this way. Less eyes watching. After all, the person incriminating you could be someone from campus,” he takes a tentative sip of his beer. Your suspicion grows. 

Maybe he’s not just thinking of being under the radar. Maybe he’s not completely unaffected from everyone else’s opinion and he’s afraid to be seen with you. Could that really be the case? 

No. You wouldn’t peg Yoongi as someone who cares about other people’s opinions. He does what he wants and that’s the end of it. 

But what if this town managed to get him? What if by living in such a remote place, the people’s beliefs became his own? What if he’s rethinking the whole thing? 

You try to shake off the doubts creeping in your mind. They won’t do you any good for now. 

“So, you think someone is incriminating me then,” you ponder instead. 

Yoongi looks at you unimpressed. “Given the circumstances of those murders, I’d say it’d be too much of a coincidence. Someone is definitely trying to put the blame on you,” he replies sternly, confident in his logic. You find it hard to argue. 

At least someone else believes you. 

“So, what do you suggest we do?” you ask while taking a careful look around the pub. Just because you’re meeting here instead of campus, doesn’t mean you’re completely safe. 

“Me?” he raises an eyebrow as he crosses his arms. 

You shrug. “You’re the Sherlock here, Sherlock.” The reply has a smile growing on Yoongi and he leans towards you. 

“And I suppose you’re my Watson then?” 

At that you can’t help but scoff. Nevertheless, a grin is threatening to spill on your lips. “No, that would make me the unwilling victim that paid too much at your agency.” 

Yoongi’s smile doesn’t falter. “You’re not paying me though.” 

“Is store-credit okay?” 

He shakes his head with a chuckle before leaning against his seat. “I was thinking of taking a look,” is his cryptic answer, eyes following the costumers around the pub. 

This doesn’t satisfy your curiosity though. “Taking a look where?” 

Yoongi is still nonchalantly people-watching when he replies. “The Kim’s estate.” 

Your eyes almost pop out of their sockets. 

“Where?! Are you mad?! The place will be flooding with Magaux!” you respond incredulously. You’re not willing to take a step into this place, it will be filled with your worlds equivalent for the police! If someone were to catch you there, no evidence would be needed for your arrest. 

“This might be our only chance...” Yoongi continues calmly, ignoring your sudden outburst. 

“To get arrested?” you level with him but he rolls his eyes, not at all worried about his idea. 

You can’t believe you’re hearing this! He can’t be serious. 

“To find out anything concerning the identity of the perpetrator! Or would you rather just to sit by idly as everyone else pins this too on you?” it’s his turn to look at you with irritation in his eyes. Your mouth runs dry from words to say. You hadn’t thought of it that way. You should have. 

“I...” you mumble taken aback, before you turn your eyes away. “I didn’t mean it like that...” you mutter in response. Yoongi exhales tiredly. 

“Look, I know you don’t feel comfortable with this, but it’s our best shot at finding out anything. As for the magaux they cleared the scene not long before the second murders happened. The Kim estate will be empty by now,” his voice is soft, almost comforting and you turn to face him again. The determination and hope in his eyes strangely calm you down. 

“How are we going to get in?” you make your decision and Yoongi smiles. 

“Can you teleport?” 

You nod. 

“There’s how,” he announces entirely too pleased with himself, and you roll your eyes as you fight the urge to smile. 

“I say we meet and teleport straight into the house, not to raise any alarms, hm?” he takes another sip of his beer, and you nod again. 

That’s when you see it. 

Yoongi goes on about the details of your plan, but your eyes are trained at the glass window behind him. Did you just see something move? 

There’s just darkness outside. Just a heavy, unending black. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you. 

But then you see it again. And this time it’s clearer.  

What you thought was only black, quickly proves to be a shadow. A shapeless figure, much like the one you saw at that empty classroom. Unnerving, ever-present. 

Your breath hitches. Yoongi’s voice becomes a faint buzz as your heartbeat rises when the figure suddenly appears closer to the window. 

But the figure is almost the same colour as the night. You’re not sure what you’re seeing is real.  

It seems as if you’re staring at nothing. 

But “nothing” stares back. 

And blinks. 

“Y/N!” 

You jump in your spot, tension suddenly dissipating. You glance at Yoongi disoriented, who looks at you with a wary expression. Then you take a look at the window again. But there’s nothing there. 

“You okay?” Yoongi’s voice sounds as if you’re underwater. It gradually grows stronger, pulling you back to reality with it. You shake your head. It was nothing, you saw nothing. 

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine...” you clear your throat, unable to meet his eyes. You’re afraid he’ll see right through you. “I just got distracted, sorry. What were you saying?” 

Yoongi’s gaze is suspicious, but he decides to say nothing. “That we should meet at my house to discuss somethings beforehand. Just to be careful about this. Wouldn't want to get caught now, would we?” he explains with an easy smile. And while you agree with the general idea, you have one small objection. 

“Okay, but it’d be better if it was at my house instead. I still can’t quite get the hang of teleporting from anywhere outside my house,” you reply, and Yoongi looks worried at that. 

“Then will you be able to teleport us to your house afterwards?” he asks with concern, and you nod. 

“It just takes a bit more energy. Figured I’d keep whatever energy I can for leaving,” you shrug. Only now you realise that means Yoongi will have to actually come to your house. 

It’s been so long since anyone stepped foot in your home, besides you and Mona. You’ll need to do some cleaning beforehand, just in case. 

Yoongi nods as he thinks it over, tapping his finger on his chin before he shrugs. “Okay, if you’re sure you can do it...” he comments. Although his tone shifts something in you. As if your pride got wounded.  

Sure, you’re used to that. It seems to be everyone’s personal chore in this hellhole of a town, but coming from Yoongi, makes you want to prove him wrong. To prove you’re not just some helpless victim, to prove you’re someone capable. Someone strong. 

You can do it. You know you can. 

And him doubting you makes you angry. 

“I’m sure,” you say, and your tone raises no questions. No room for doubt fits in your words and your hair curl at the ends with magic as it seeps out of you with every burst of feeling. You’re not weak. That’s the only thing you’ve never been. 

Yoongi’s stare is indecipherable as thunder roars outside. Your chest rises quickly with every worked-up breath. 

But then he smiles. “That’s more like it.” 

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You watch anxiously as Yoongi steps inside your home, two days later. It’s the only day you’re free from work, so the only day you’d be able to do this. You wanted the whole day off to prepare for what you’re about to do. 

You mainly slept and ate, to replenish your energy and be ready for later. And also downed more than three cups of coffee. Although that could maybe turn out to be a bad idea. You’re not sure yet. 

You're curious to see how Yoongi will take in your home but nothing really reveals much about his thoughts. Not when he stares up at the massive wooden staircase with Alistair curled around the banister, or when his eyes meet the stone walls covered with paintings of your relatives. 

Your familiar stares at the man in the middle of your lobby, thoughtfully take in your home and strangely he has nothing to say. The fox only stares at the vampire man with a mild curiosity and a slight apathy. Yoongi, to his credit, acknowledges the fox with a small tip of his head forward but then he keeps on looking around. 

Alistair’s familiar voice appears in your head.  

Do we trust him? 

You give him what you hope is a warning glare. 

Be nice Ali. 

You swear you see him almost roll his eyes. 

I’m always nice. 

A snort breaks free from your lips that has Yoongi look at you with a questioning gaze. 

You wave him off with your hand. “It’s nothing...” you reply when you decide to tease your familiar. “Ali seems to like you.” 

The question doesn’t leave Yoongi’s eyes. “Ali?” 

“My familiar...” you move closer to point at Alistair at the top of the stairs who stares at you with a nearly murderous gaze. “His real name is Alistair, but he doesn’t like being called Ali in front of strangers...” you chuckle with Yoongi’s eyes on you. Alistair gets up from his position and stretches before sitting on his back legs on a graceful but indignant pose. 

Your smile grows. 

Yoongi turns to your familiar and nods his head again. “I’m Yoongi. Nice to meet you Alistair.” 

Ali looks at him carefully before his voice reappears. 

He’s okay... for now. 

Then he tips his head towards Yoongi and turns around to hide in your room. 

You chuckle once more at the quizzical look on Yoongi’s face. “Okay, now he really seems to like you.” 

Yoongi sighs in relief. “I’m glad. Wouldn’t want to get on your familiar’s bad side...” he replies while turning his eyes upwards to your high ceiling. His gaze turns awed when he sees the ancient magic decorating the glass ceiling and how the endless night outside meets the floating lights underneath your roof. 

“What is this...?” he asks in wonder, mouth falling open at the sight above him. 

Another smile takes over your lips. “My father did it. When I was young, I used to say how much I loved the floating lights in the sky. I would sit awake for hours trying to come up with spells to bring them closer to me. I thought if I tried hard enough, I could bring them in my room and have them on my ceiling and then I could say “I have the floating lights in my room!”. So, one day my dad brought home some small crystal balls, filled them with starlight and enchanted them to float forever beneath our glass ceiling. To accompany the real floating lights in the night sky,” you reminisce as one of the floating lights slowly descends to meet your open hand.  

It’s warmth travels through your skin, reminding you of that time you tried to catch them with a floating spell of your own. Back then, you didn’t know you weren’t supposed to chase them. The starlight would come to you instead. 

“And to make sure I didn’t accidently cause earth’s collision with a star,” you add on with a chuckle. 

“Your dad could catch starlight?” Yoongi asks still in awe, but his eyes are on you now. 

“It was his individual power.” 

“And what is yours?” he asks curiously. 

At that your smile drops. 

You shrug. “I don’t know.” 

Both of you remain silent. Yoongi’s gaze doesn’t leave you but where you thought you’d see pity you see nothing but understanding. He doesn’t say anything along the lines of “I’m sorry,” or “That must be hard,”. He just lets you be. 

You don’t know what else to say so you focus on the issue at hand. “Okay, so are we ready for this?” is your impatient question as you let the small ball float back into place. 

Yoongi stares for another moment before he clears his throat. “Yeah, just a few things first. We need to be really discreet. There might not be any Magaux there but there should be some monitor spells lying around. So, we have to be careful. And we shouldn't split up. I know it’ll take more time but it’s safer this way,” Yoongi explains, all seriousness and even though you agree, you can’t resist the urge to tease him. 

“Is someone afraid?” you can’t hide your teasing smile and Yoongi scoffs as he tries to hide his own. 

“Me? Please. I’m just saying this for you...” he smirks, and you roll your eyes. 

“Alright, let’s do this,” you take his hand in yours as you close your eyes and recount the spell in your mind. 

You feel the familiar rush of magic travelling through your body, the magic of your home helping you in the process and then you open your eyes. 

But it didn’t work. 

You stare confused at your joined hands. This is weird. 

Yoongi looks concerned. “Is something the matter?” 

“That hasn’t happened before...” you mumble in disbelief, worry filling your mind. 

“Maybe it’s because we’re two people. Have you tried teleporting with another person before?” Yoongi casually drags his hands away from yours. You’re too worried about your powers to notice the crimson hue spreading over his cheeks. 

“I-… No, I haven’t but I don’t think that’s it...” your confusion is palpable as you close your eyes to try again. 

Once more you feel the familiar pull on your gut as your magic concentrates. This time you feel a bit more of it, now that it’s just you, but when you’re about to cross over you feel the difference. There’s something blocking you. Your powers work just fine, moving you along the spell just as they’re supposed to but when it’s time to land, you feel a wall blocking your path. 

“There must be a blocking spell on the estate...” you realise out loud and Yoongi curses softly. 

“Now what? Should we walk all the way there? Someone might see us,” he says in thought, thinking of possible solutions to your problem but you raise an eyebrow. It's simpler than that. 

“...Or we could just teleport outside the estate and walk to the front door?” 

. 

. 

“Okay, now that we’re here how do we get in?” 

This time, you’re successfully teleported outside of the estate, so you resulted in walking the rest of the way. The blocking spell shimmers as soon as you pass the front gate. You fight a shiver at the peculiar sensation.  

True to Yoongi’s words the scene seems cleared, no Magaux anywhere in sight. The Kim’s estate appears larger up close. The building is still standing, yet black spots of fire and ruin grace its appearance and a cold chill runs down your bones.  

The lights are out, the house an imposing structure despite its condition, the smell of ashes wafting through the air. You can’t believe this place was full of life just two weeks ago. 

That it wasn’t just a ruin. 

“The normal way,” Yoongi responds as he climbs the stairs to the front door. You follow close behind. 

“Through the front door? How do you know it doesn’t have any monitoring spells?” you inquire with careful step, wary of making too much noise. 

Yoongi smirks at you but instead of going through the front door, he nears a broken window to the side. The floor creaks with his steps, a contrast to the silence of the night. You resist the urge to shiver. 

He leans in, just barely through the window. He looks around the windowsill, as if looking for something. Once he’s satisfied, he leans back outside with a winning smile. “No monitoring spells here.” 

Your gaze is suspicious. “How can you tell?” 

He waves you over and you both lean inside to take a peek in what seems to be the living room. “Usually monitoring spells have a tell; they must have a beeper nearby to help them keep running for the desired time. The latest versions don’t need it, hence the increase in their price. I doubt Xefoto’s Magaux can afford them...” he comments. You lean more inside, and he points over your shoulder towards a small rectangle metallic box just above the door. 

“Now that’s a beeper. Which means this door is monitored,” he explains as he steps inside the window. Once he’s safely inside he stretches his hand towards you.  

You take it with a careful yet amazed gaze. “How do you know all that?” you move inside, wary of dragging anything with you. You finally place both legs inside before dragging your hand away. 

Yoongi simply shrugs as his eyes move to the interior. “I’m studying to become a Magau. It’s stuff I should know,” he chuckles as he takes a step inside. 

You hum in understanding and your eyes finally take in the living room. Or what used to be the living room. 

The wallpaper is burned to a crips as most spots, heavy black marks covering the walls in a pattern; as if the fire spread out in five, even streams of flame and burned everything in their path. The floor beneath the marks is black in streams too, all pointing towards the centre of the room, as if someone lighted a fire and spread it in five, even directions. Like a ritual would have it. 

“I guess this is where we should look...” Yoongi comments in a grave voice. His fingers skip the black mark on the walls. 

“What happened here...?” you mumble in terror, mostly to yourself. It’s pretty obvious what happened here, but why would someone kill an entire family just for a ritual? 

“Whoever did this, did not mess around...” Yoongi whispers, while you near the fireplace. On top of it rest some burning sage along with some geraniums and a few buds of alyssum; all burned to almost a crisp, outside of the five even streams. The flower petals are black, almost destroyed by the fire. Burning sage is used for protection from enchantment, geranium as an alert for approaching guests and alyssum is used to deflect spells and judging by their condition, you’d say the person behind this knew much about the Kim’s. 

Your eyes then travel to the wall above; decorated with numerous runes and what must be protection spells. But truth is you never paid attention on rune’s class, so you have no idea how to read them. 

“So, we look for anything that might be suspicious?” Yoongi makes an affirmative sound, and you begin looking. Hoping you will at least find something that can help you. 

. 

. 

It’s been two hours or so since you started searching but you have nothing so far. You looked into every corner, under all furniture, looking for cracks in the floor, opening every cabinet and little trinket but you’ve come up empty handed. 

You’re starting to lose hope. You can’t believe you did all this just to come up with nothing. You refused to be pessimistic all day, to avoid jinxing it but now it seems your doubts became a reality. 

You have nothing to move forward from. You only know a witch is somehow involved, someone who knew what they were doing which means it wasn’t anyone from this town. 

Which means you’re screwed. 

With a huff, you stand up. “Come on Yoongi, I don’t think we’ll find anything here...” you admit, shoulders hunched but Yoongi doesn’t budge. 

“I’m not done yet. Plus, we haven’t looked into any of the other rooms yet...” he replies, not really paying attention to you. You tiredly watch as his hands dive in what seems like the hundredth box here. 

You groan, your sore muscles complaining along, and you rub your straining neck. “I doubt we’ll find anything in the other rooms either. Let’s just admit this was hopeless and return to-”  

Your words get cut short when you hear a sound coming from outside. 

Yoongi doesn’t seem to notice it, too immersed in his search, but you’re certain you heard something. Is someone else here? 

“Yoongi...” you whisper lowly, taking a step towards him, your eyes glued to the front door. 

“Wait, I think I found something...!” he mumbles with barely contained excitement, his hand searching through the outer cracks of the box. 

But then you hear it again. 

The unmistakeable creak of the wooden floor on the front porch. Meaning someone is coming up the stairs. 

“Yoongi, someone is here...” you shake his shoulder to gain his attention, to guide his focus at the impending risk of being found out. 

“I can’t get it, just use an invisibility spell or something...” he argues, finger grabbing that... something and yanking it as hard as he can. 

Panic and shame are an awful mix, flooding you at the same time as the creaks sound closer. 

“Yoongi, please, we have to get out now...” your rushed voice reflects the rhythm of your pulse, and your breaths quicken in fear. Your eyes widen and you stare at the door as whoever seems to be outside takes their sweet time to turn down the doorknob. 

A huff comes from your partner. “This is a clue; we have to get it! Why can’t you just cast a disguise or invisibility spell?”  

He obviously doesn’t understand why you’d choose to simply run but once you hear the steps sounding just outside the door you snap. 

“Because I literally can’t!” 

Thankfully your voice was barely a hiss, but it’s enough for Yoongi to hear it and look at you with a surprised gaze. 

Great, is that shame creeping back in? 

“I- I never learned how...” you admit, your voice barely a whisper this time. You avoid Yoongi’s eyes; they are sure to be filled with pity and you can’t take that just yet. You can take a lot of things admittedly, but surprisingly not this. 

The sound of steps travels through the wood again and you remember you’re about to be discovered. “Now can we please get out so I can at least teleport us somewhere safe?!” you hiss, pointing with one hand towards the door. 

Yoongi stares at you for a second too long without replying. Instead, he grabs what seems to be a small stick, stuck into the cracks of the box and with one determined move, he finally gets it out. 

“Got it! Let’s go,” he exclaims triumphant before you drag him towards the back of the house with a tired groan. 

“I used to come here as a kid, there’s a back door at the kitchen and windows we can go out of. If there are monitoring spells in all of them, we can hide until the living room is clear...” you whisper quickly, remembering all the times you came here with your parents for social visits.  

You open the door, push Yoongi quickly inside and lock it behind you. 

“Check for beepers...” you put a chair against the locked door, just to be safe as Yoongi checks the back door first. 

“Clear,” he replies “Although it seems weird the door isn’t monitored, even if it’s just a back door...” he thinks out loud. 

“Well, if it was, we’d be stuck here so forgive me for not looking a gift horse in the mouth...” you roll your eyes at him as you drag him towards the door. “Now let’s get out of here...” you open the back door and motion for him to follow you when you both hear the unmistakeable sound of the front door opening. 

Both your gazes land at the kitchen door, then at each other. 

“Run?” you whisper. 

Yoongi swallows the lump in his throat, and he nods. “Run.” 

Then you’re both out in the backyard, running through the bushes and flowers as quietly as you can. Actually, the garden is really pretty and normally you’d stick around to gaze through the flora, but this is as far from a normal situation as it could be.  

You can’t afford to stop. If you stop now and someone sees you, it’s all over. Noone would care that you had an alibi for that night; they’ll send you straight to prison. 

You reach the fence between the Kim’s estate and the forest, and both of you use the momentum to quickly jump over it, only to land ungracefully at the forest floor. 

Yoongi lays there for a second to catch his breath, but there’s no time to lose. You grab his arm, closing your eyes and recounting the spell as fast as you can, when the telltale sign of power draining takes over you and you suddenly find yourselves back into the floor of your living room. 

“Fuck...” you curse breathlessly, your body slumping down against the floor. Your muscles scream in protest, your legs turned to jelly as your lung struggle to fill up. 

Your eyes find the floating lights at your ceiling, dancing around peacefully; such an obvious contrast to what you just did, and you can’t help but wonder what your father would think of this. 

You think he’d have a heart attack to be honest.  

But your mother? She’d probably be with you all along. 

Yoongi chuckles, out of breath. “Yeah... fuck...” he agrees before groaning and rubbing his eyes. “I haven’t had that much exercise in years...”  he mumbles and you can’t help the laughter that bubbles from your lips. 

You both lay there too tired to move, your eyes naturally following the spells carved on your celling. 

And that’s when you remember. 

“So, what did we find?” you ask curiously and Yoongi scoffs. 

“We? Oh no, you wanted to leave, you get no credit for this...” he teases, still trying to catch his breath and another laugh escapes you. 

“Fair enough. So, what did you find, oh great detective Min?” you tease back, and he chuckles (an impossibly clear sound you’re sure you won’t be able to get out of your head). 

His hand dives into the pocket of his jeans. Then it emerges, carrying that slim stick you saw him dig out and he passes it to you. You take it cautiously, observing it meticulously. It’s bent at the end in an obtuse angle, frayed at the middle with scratches on its middle part and strings of something soft sticking out of it. Oh wait, it’s not a stick. 

“It’s a feather...” you observe and Yoongi hums in agreement. 

“Yeah, a black one as you can see and those scratches in the middle part?” he points to them right where you saw them before, “At first look they seem inconspicuous, but I think it’s a rune...”. The more you look at it, the more sense Yoongi’s observation makes. Yes, it is a rune, the one resembling the letter “c”, but you have no idea what it means. 

Again, not good with runes. 

“And it seems even more plausible since the feather remained intact through all the debacle,” Yoongi mumbles in thought and you turn to him. 

“You think it was enchanted to withstand the fire?” 

“Maybe. Or maybe it was used to keep the fire from going out, or for something else altogether. I can’t really tell; we’ll have to find out what that rune means...” 

His statement has you looking at the feather again, deep in thought. Someone wanted the Kims gone so bad, they not only lighted their house on fire but did everything necessary so that the fire wouldn’t go out. 

You weren’t aware the Kims had such enemies. In truth, they were one of the most respected families in Xefoto. 

So, who did this, and why? 

“Okay, so where do we go from here?” you pass Yoongi back the feather. 

He takes it back with nimble fingers, softly grazing your own. “I remember seeing a spell recipe that used a black, bent feather with a rune scratched on the middle part in another witch’s book of spells. I don’t remember what the spell was for though, so we need the book to know the details. Do you have yours somewhere around?” he asks curiously, but you shake your head. 

“No. Us witches are supposed to get our books at the age of twelve, along with our mentor. But ever since the accident, the council put a ban in everything regarding casting magic. No mentors, no books, no anything. And you won’t be able to find anything at the local library either, believe me, I’ve tried...” you admit with a sad chuckle. 

Yoongi sits up and stares at you in shock. “Is this why you didn’t know how to cast an invisibility spell?” he asks in bewilderment, voice filled to the brim with disbelief. 

You simply nod. 

His eyes widen, a glim of irritation flashing through them and he drops back to the floor with an angry huff. “I can’t believe this fucking town...” he grits through his teeth, making you shift uncomfortably next to him. 

“It’s fine really. After I’m done with college, I’m gonna search for a mentor elsewhere, so no harm done!” you rush to say, words more bubbly and cheerful than you ever felt about your situation, but it feels vulnerable to let him in, in all those aspects of your life that you hate.  

And you don’t like feeling vulnerable. Even though, with him, it’s the only thing you seem to be doing. 

“No harm done my ass...” he argues with a clipped voice, ready to say some more, when he casts a glance at your side. He sees something that makes him stop though. Instead, he looks at you for a moment longer before he turns his focus forward and clears his throat. 

You two remain silent for a few seconds, neither of you knowing what to say. Although it doesn’t feel as strange as it felt a moment ago. Somehow it feels peaceful and quiet and everything you wanted since that fateful day your parents died, and your skin crawls with the whisper of all the things you lost, as if they say you don’t deserve this tranquillity. That this too will be taken away from you because you’ve done nothing in your life to deserve this. Even though life has put you through enough things to owe you this. 

But life doesn’t care about balance or justice. It only takes, unyielding and cruel and indifferent to your sorrows until you have nothing left or you give up. 

You don’t know at what stage you are yet. 

Yoongi somehow senses the dark path your mind has taken you. He knows that for some reason, whatever you’re thinking about now isn’t good for you. The urgency to bring your thoughts back to the present tugs at him so persistently that at first, he sits there in panic, not knowing what to do. 

But the longer he sees that distant, almost resigned look in your eyes, the more words keep trying to escape his throat, until he’s sure that if he tries to voice them, no one would be able to make any sense out of them. 

So instead, he clears his throat again. 

The sound startles you, like waking you up from a nightmare and only realising you’re in the comfort of your bed, and you have to remind yourself you’re safe. 

But as your eyes fall on Yoongi again, that small seed of warmth that appeared when Yoongi first found you in that classroom, spreads the tiniest amount. 

“So how do we find that book?” he asks. 

The question has you smiling. That you know how to get. 

“There’s this guy at school, he’s mostly everyone’s weed dealer, but I've heard that for the right price, he can get you anything; besides other drugs that is,” you explain, and Yoongi sits up once again, resting his weight on his hands. This time though, it’s not rage swimming in his eyes, but excitement. 

“Okay, so let’s talk to him!” comes his enthusiastic response but you wave him off. 

“It’s best if you let me do the talking...” you warn him, knowing if he was to talk to the guy, it wouldn’t end well for any of you. 

He regards you with suspicion. “Why? Who is this guy?” 

You roll your eyes at him with a smile. 

“His name is Dean,” and Yoongi looks even more confused. 

“And he’s a werewolf.” 

next part: {5}

[sasukimimochi]

hey guys! had a nap so I'm back to update u guys properly. I'm going to try to summarize the post I made a bit better, as well as posting the picture I shared with the previews (as little as it is)

*TWPT extra image. Translation: ”Come back soon! - Lan Sizhui”

As always, check out my masterpost in order to get more content! ❤

So onto what I mentioned earlier today, I'm delaying Ch 27 of Ghost of Mine by at least one more week due to life continuing to throw shit my way. However I'm sharing some previews on ao3 (they will be removed when I upload 27, just like the aftercare ficlet). A longer explanation will be under the cut!

This is in addition to stuff that is still happening from my previous life update.

as you guys know the past tenants aren't really paying their dues, so I've been waiting on that & I got a large charge from an insurance company I wasn't expecting on top of that. Then I got a second charge from the same company, in the same month, for the usual amount. So we lost as much as 900+ dollars this month. As you can probably expect, that is a lot of money to lose at once unless you are reasonably wealthy and comfortable.

We only just today got our check for next month- early, which is great because we were worried that we would have to stretch things until the 3rd with no new groceries other than what my mom might be able to throw our way. Before we got the check as well my cats decided they absolutely did not like the food I got them- My cats aren't picky when they're hungry, so this was a bizarre and unexpected thing and I couldn't spare the money to buy a new bag of food (my mom helped us by buying a new bag of their previous food and essentially doing a trade with us, so she has the food they don't like) Just, in general a lot of stress is happening at the same time.

Onto GOM: I was writing recently (I can't remember the exact day, it was probably up to two weeks ago) as I did rewrite the entire beginning of Ch 27 and planned to cut out a lot more, which is why it's taking me much longer than expected to complete this chapter- it's my first show of proper investigation and intrigue that is a bit dangerous for the present time and not just, you know, only revealing information- I really want this chapter to be good and not rushed through like my initial first pass. It was a short-lived lapse in my stress when I wrote the first fourth of the rewrite, and I've hit a spot in the chapter that's difficult when my mind is so distracted by the stress.

SO, as to make up for this lack of update (again) I'm gonna give you guys three exclusive previews, one for the beginning of Ghost of Mine Ch 27 (just the first bit, not everything I've written so far bc its still prone to change and I want to give u guys the best version), the beginning of Rose Hips and Flushed Fingertips - The Story of Mo Xuanyu (GOM extra), and the beginning of The Wild Plum Tree (JC & LXC's story - GOM extra) so I hope you enjoy these exclusive previews, as they are all directly connected with the story and are canon to the GOM universe.

TLDR; struggling still, this is another delay. will check back in in about a week- I'm going to show you guys some exclusive previews for GOM related content that isn't yet released to make up for it right now! GOM CH 27, RH&FF (Ch.1/Part1), and TWPT (Ch.1).

PLEASE, KEEP IN MIND: the previews are still very prone to change. RH&FF/TWPT especially, since I am always struggling on how I write JC to make him feel canon to me (and he doesn't here, in my opinion, just bc I haven't described him well enough there) so just keep that in mind when you read!

So I hope you guys enjoy the previews and come back next Sunday!

[sixthwater]

Solar Returns & Help Applying Them

[Will be uploading the audio version over the weekend!]

There's plenty of resources online to help you work through breaking down your Solar Return, but it's still a little difficult to apply it realistically at times without life examples. So today I'm going to try and simplify it and go through some life events of mine and point out the key factors within my charts that contributed to them. This isn't bulleted, it's here for reference and to help you learn! So hopefully it does that.

We will break it down as such:

-Solar Return placements -Solar Return aspects -Incorporating Natal Information last

Job Hunting/Getting my first job:

The chart itself is pretty loud huh.

Solar Return

So we have a Stellium sitting within the Tenth. This will always be a sign that you're focusing on your career or there will be emphasis on your reputation due to your actions for this cycle. Should be anyway. What you do ends up laying the foundations for your life later on (so either staying in a company or profession for a certain amount of years or starting your own company, etcetc).

I'm not going to lie this chart...is very lucky lol. This will be fully explained once I get into natal, but there's a lot of pleasantries, which is always beneficial when you're job hunting. Having a Venusian Ascendant with its Mars in the first house, and then it's ruler sitting within the Tenth: being ambitious with a little fire in their eyes, but knowing when or how to speak and coming off as incredibly charming. Jupiter within the Eleventh can speak to connections slightly within a solar return, a hint for you to use them to your benefit. Lastly we have the Second-Eighth house opposition which always deals with loss and gain within a solar return for me. Moon in the Eighth can have heightened sensitivity to others and their surroundings and Saturn in Second is straight-forward. Neptune within the Sixth can also sometimes stand for a transitionary period.

Now onto the Aspects: Moon-Saturn damn near exact. Emotions are heavily tied with my lack of income/money coming in and having it affect my self worth or how I see myself (earth moon). Also feeling a need to regulate my emotions, makes sense concerning the job hunt. Ironically a lot of harsh aspects going on in my chart with my Sun, Mercury, Venus, and Mars. Neptune is gently aspecting all of my planets heightening my sensitivity and encouraging more self-care and patience within myself through the process. Honestly, not a sexy chart! That's where my Natal comes in.

Natal Chart

You don't always have to overlay your Solar Return onto your natal since it should provide enough information, but in times like these, it can reveal a lot.

So! My Natal Sixth House Cancer Stellium is sitting with my Solar Return Tenth now. My soothing and welcoming energy that is extremely beneficial amongst co-workers and in the workplace (for what I was applying for) is being heightened, and I'm naturally leaning back onto that strength of mine subconsciously. I also have a Natal Eleventh Jupiter, what does that do here? Absolutely nothing I'm just pointing it out. Anyway that Leo Jupiter is sitting right over my Natal Descendant. If I am going to apply my natal sag, it's sitting over my Solar Return Third. I got my first job, and stuck with that company for a minute, through a family friend :). A second note is that the tension from my Solar Moon-Saturn is on my Natal Fourth-Tenth. The anxiety coursing through that chart is being fueled by tension within the home. Not to mention that there's a ton of harmonious aspects between my solar and my natal. Chefs kiss we love her.

Now let's talk about love!

First relationship + Friendships

Oh crazy Libra isn't the Ascendant, probably cause love wasn't important and this year sucked

Before I get into this and to give you reference: I'm aspec. I'm not sure how many of you pick up on this, but it's an important part of my identity, hence the lack of love readings

With Cancer as my Ascendant and it's Ruler sitting in the Twelfth, emphasis on needing to feel safe and curling up in my shell? We'll get to that.

So, a lot of people will point to Venus sitting in the Twelfth as a sign of hidden relationships (and tbh it can be short lived relationships or ones that don't have a strong foundation to last as well). Others will say this is a sign of self-care and nurturing yourself. Very dependent on what's happening in your chart. Both of these happened to be true! During this period of time I was in a relationship (and even with my last return I couldn't get any strong indicators of the relationship beginning), and a bit after my birthday it fizzled out. Would love to blame the Twelfth house but it feels more like Synastry/Composite but I can't look into that bc I never got their time, but that is an element to not look over, considering it's effects before during and after. Now looking at this Pluto in Seventh it could've pointed towards a deeper relationship but here's the twist~

This was my Eleventh Profection Year, and it decided to play out in a way that I lost 2/3 of my friends. Thank you Pluto <3. So Pluto can either be beneficial or destructive, but it only digs up things that needs to be re-assessed for your benefit. It attacks any deep psychological troubles and also urges you to learn. So obviously this is pointing to interpersonal relationships, and with the context of the rest of my chart, we can see where this is leaning.

Cancer is going to make you focus on your emotional safety and finding a little hole to hide away in during tough times. Moon within the Twelfth stands for being socially withdrawn, being sensitive to what's around you, possibly being more drawn to wanting to help others as well. Jupiter in the Fourth shows someone needing to have a safe space. Can be physical (renovation, building, moving, retirement/pensions) or emotionally. Can also mean an increase in members of the home but that's not the theme here. So with this, Venus now stands for self-care and a dive into the self spiritually, looking inwards for answers or love.

Pinpointing Pluto's effect, look at the rest of the planets

Cancer Mars sitting in my first. Cancer Mars can either attack in a pissy way out of defense, or it won't attack at all. Considering it's position, it shows that I will either snap at people or push out an energy of being incredibly defensive and emotional. Neptune in Ninth can show issues of being lost, possibility of others pushing their agenda on you (affecting the Twelfth if you have any). Along with the MC and Chiron, definite signs of trying to figure out the self, along with Mercury in Second which can be signs of self-worth considering an empty eighth (no push and pull).

If you're still unsure, check the Aspects. Pluto is upset with everything in my chart besides Neptune, which isn't the strongest planet right now and is also harshly aspecting everything. The only ones making nice aspects are Moon-Jupiter, encouraging self care and focusing on myself. Mercury is touching every planet that speaks on standing up and taking care of myself. So moving on. . .

Natal Chart

Pluto sits over my Natal Twelfth House, emphasis once again on psychological issues and diving deeper into my own needs. Saturn sits over my Natal Eleventh House too, so restriction and issues concerning my friend groups. Aspect wise, my Natal Eleventh Jupiter is Opposing my Solar Twelfth Moon (more isolation). This pretty much sums it up, but remember that the core of this stems around the Pluto in Seventh for my Solar, and figuring out how that's acting, and you can also check out the profection year if you want, but it shouldn't be necessary.

That's it for right now! I was going to just make this one post with one more event, but I realized that it's actually...two charts to make up one event lol so that's going to get confusing. So this'll just be a two part series I guess?? See you then!

[being-it]

chicago tags pt. 1

preamble:

walking around chicago is like going on a scavenger hunt, it's so freaking lush with tags! living here has made me all the more grateful for graffiti and to have gotten more into it this year, it feels like there's a hidden language (corny to say i kno) and clues everywhere for you to notice if you just pay attention. i feel like i'm almost creating a parasocial relationship with some of the tags i've seen around, especially "kool cig", because it feels like everywhere i go it's there with me- i wanna know who kool cig is and be their friend! they're hitting all the same spots as me! "wonder" is also one that i rly love and feels like has to be done by a gay faggot. some honorable mentions that i haven't documented enough of that are a couple rly prolific taggers are "loki" and "jamal". i gotta get more pics of those guys because they are EVERYWHERE especially loki. oh also i wanna say these are tags just from the neighborhoods of logan square/hermosa and west humboldt park/ukrainian village, so definitely not trying to claim that im sampling tags from the entire city of chicago ! ok now here's the post

"kool cig"

i rly love how playful kool cig feels with its wonky 'k' and 'g' lettering. it stands out everywhere & is a good reminder that legibility and consistency can make a rly good tag! it's style is simple but different. (also note that there is a "jamal" in the first pic and a "loki" in the fourth pic). i love kool cig!!!

"benon"

benon is all over, especially more by me in hermosa rather than deep in logan square. benon is a good example of how observing tags can feel like putting together a little puzzle sometimes! the first few benon i saw were just quick hand style tags where it was hard to tell if it was “bevon” or “benon”, but the more i saw around, and eventually seeing the bubble letters confirmed it, i felt confident it was benon. i also missed a sticker of theirs i saw too while biking! it’s cool that they do tags, throwies, and stickers//so comprehensive!

"wonder"

fucking gay...! ~wonder~ if its a lomelda reference. i love the angel and the lowkey :/ face built into the tag. u can also spot a "loki" in this photoset!

"peek" (my title)

i loveeee him!!! i saw another of him somewhere but couldn't snap a pic, one of my faves he's so cute!!!!! he kinda reminds me of kilroy was here #legacy

special mention- this guy:

i just think he's cute and kinda reminds me of matisse (i think the lettering is STG maybe? maybe swear to god? idk)

ok, that's it for part 1 since tumblr will only let me upload 30 photos at once! pt 2 coming soon!!

[faithintaiwan]

july 31 - me and uber (eats) 🤞

There have been many highs on this trip as well as many lows. Today was by far one of the lowest unfortunately.

It began well enough with class time where I finally was able to upload my posts from previous days without them getting deleted. There is one blog post that I tried to publish three times over and each time the photos would get deleted or it would be reverted to an earlier form and I would have to go back and redo it. On the third try it completely disappeared and that’s when I finally admitted defeat. It was a sign from the universe or something that it was simply not meant to be. Additionally, the amount of times that I have tried to upload photos and it has failed have been countless and with the wifi being bad in the past three hotels I have been unable to post my drafts properly. It’s ok though because this morning I was able to somewhat catch up!!

We then had three hours before we had to meet up again and I was determined to go to a bank and convert my US cash to NTD because my mother was complaining about ATMs being expensive. Before this, however, I had to get food so Fanny and I got Uber eats. I ordered a poke bowl with tons of meat and a cranberry drink! They were delicious and one of the few high points of today. I then got myself up to trek to the bank. The internet had told me that Bank of Taiwan had the best conversion rates so I went there only to be handed a form I had to fill out with all my information and it was written in mostly Mandarin. They had me sit down at a desk and wait for an employee to help me. Unfortunately, the employee was stuck with a client who had about seven packets and was taking her high time on each one. As the minutes counted down to when we were supposed to meet up at the hotel I could feel my stress rising. Twenty minutes later and they had only made it through two packets and I was gonna be late so I got my usd back from the banker and went to an ATM. In the end I had to uber back to make it on time and I wasted 10 dollars USD instead of just the 5 I would’ve if I had gone to an ATM. I am never doing that again and I don’t know why they had me filling out forms when they don’t do that at other currency exchanges!!

As I was complaining to Fanny about this before we left I said something along the lines of “at least this is good for my Tumblr blog, there have been many low points lately” and as I said low points my precious turtle broke off its keychain. I was devastated but had no time to mourn as we had to meet everyone. We first watched a bridge slowly turn. It was next to our hotel so that was good at least but it was exceptionally slow.

After we finished watching it I was feeling exceptionally unwell on the party bus despite taking pain medicine. I made it most of the way through our first stop, a Japanese style building, then had to go back to the hotel using another uber!! It was extremely stressful and I was in a lot of pain but I managed to rest and get some much needed laundry done.

Luckily I am feeling slightly better now. While I was resting everyone else went to the Kaohsiung library and a night market. I was really sad that I was missing out and was craving fried potato balls because I usually get those from there. Guess what I found on Uber eats? Fried sweet potato balls! So for my fourth and final purchase on uber today that’s what I bought and devoured. I was really funding the local Uber economy today…

Academic Reflection

As mentioned earlier, I unfortunately only made it to two activities on our itinerary today but we had our readings!! Our first stop, the Great Harbour Bridge, rotates 180 degrees everyday at 3pm and additionally at 7 pm every Friday, Saturday, and Sunday according to Peter. It is supposed to look like a dolphin or a sailboat from the side and while I didn’t see the former I did see the latter. Before the bridge was built, traveling to the other side of the river took absolutely forever but with the bridge, pedestrians could walk across in just a couple minutes! The city spent approximately 10 million usd on it according to Peter.

The Kaohsiung Main Public Library was completed in 2014 and is a prime example of green architecture. The building combines greenery such as plants and trees to create a soothing atmosphere conducive to study and reading. Being so close to the water it also boasts a hanging garden amidst an open space with a view of the harbor on the top floor according to Kaohsiung Travel. From the photos in our readings, it looks absolutely gorgeous and I am sad that I didn’t get to go!!

[kassandras-one-braincell]

hi!! i was wondering if you have any general advice for someone who wants to start posting their work on ao3? or i guess if you would advice me to do that at all lol! i saw your recent post about it in relation to the ai stuff and found it so useful since i don't usually see people talk about that, thank you for sharing <33

Hi love! Please don't let the current AI situation on AO3 dissuade you from joining the platform. In all honesty, I think the scrape was a cheap attempt at obtaining credentials for identity theft using the illegitimate DMCA forms, rather than something done for software training purposes. I'm pretty sure Cloudflare, its hosting platform, has taken action against it.

My humble advice is contained below the cut, because it's quite long, but there's a bit of a learning curve with the posting page and a couple of unspoken customs:

The bulk of everything you need to know about posting on AO3 is contained in the ToS, which hopefully will help you navigate the "post" menu. If you're unsure whether a warning applies, select "Creator Chose Not to Use Archive Warnings" just in case.

There's no algorithm, so all that readers have to go by is the (excellent) tagging system and the summary you provide.

If you struggle with summaries - most of us do - then a snippet of the work is perfectly sufficient. Ultimately, the summary is a preview of your writing, and if you opt for the excerpt approach, your style, which is your only chance to attract readers.

Tagging is a little bit intimidating the first few times as a writer, but you'll get the hang of it soon enough! Asides from central characters and pairings, this is the place to disclose the genre of the work, any key/polarising themes and/or triggers. You're not obligated by ToS to disclose these, but it's a gesture of goodwill if you know it might upset someone. If there is a disturbing theme present, include the tag "Dead Dove Do Not Eat" - this is the colloquial indicator for the reader to very carefully reread the tags, because they're to be taken literally.

When you begin to type a tag, you'll be given suggestions of the most widely used tags that match what you've typed. If the shoe fits, use these. It makes the site easier to navigate for readers. If you're spawning a tag into existence though, it will begin to appear in that little drop down after there are three works on the archive containing the tag. I know this because I was the first (and second, third and fourth lmao send help) person to upload "Soma (Assassin's Creed)/Reader" to AO3 :)

You have the option of uploading your work in the designated editor as Rich Text or HTML. The only significant difference between them is how page and paragraph breaks are formatted. If you're copy-pasting from a word processor, slap it in Rich Text, and then if you want to do anything fancy after that outside of the scope of the Rich Text editor, you'll be able to make adjustments in HTML.

While you can save a draft, the text editor is not designed to be a substitute for word processing software. There is no editing history or backup feature, so it's ill-advised to develop your work directly on the platform.

Finally, with all the technical stuff put to one side, try not to fret over metrics like hits and kudos. It's lovely to receive kudos and comments, but smaller numbers aren't indicative of your work in any way, shape or form. There are so many factors at play there, and sometimes just the time of publication can have a huge impact on reader engagement, precisely because there's no algorithm to bolster or suppress.

Take pride in your work, and keep the dopamine as isolated as possible from the thought of big numbers. I promise you, it will keep the passion alive for longer :)

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