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cabin10diaries · 2 years ago
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percy canonically being a writer and writing the PJO books in the universe and having them published is so funny, because a classmate he had when he was in the middle of the war and blowing up schools could randomly search up his name one day and find a whole five books dedicated to what happened then
which would be even funnier if said person had a podcast dedicated to unsolved mysteries and went on a multiple episode tangent about this whole thing
and would be even funnier if said person realized percy was connected with both nico di angelo, who went missing alongside his sister years ago, and rich girl rachel elizabeth dare, whose dad is a C.E.O of the Dare Enterprises
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00kittenz · 4 days ago
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── homie hoppin’ ( lhs, pjs, sjy, psh ) ּ 𓂅⋆ 📙
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๑ Heeseung never wanted to believe the rumors about you around campus, to him you could never do wrong and he sees you as nothing less than an angel. But when his friends begin telling him about their nightly escapades with some “mystery girl” that sounds awfully familiar, he grows more suspicious of your true intentions you’ve been hiding all along.
pair: hyung line ㅊ f!reader, college au | warnings: pwp, smut, angst (kinda ??), hook-up culture, yn is the biggest fuckgirl omg (but she’s sooo cuntyy), humour, slut-shaming (not from the boys), daddy kink, oral (m + f. rec), mentions of running a train but it doesn’t happen lol, lots of s.x flashbacks, yn is so unbothered by everything 😴, unprotected s.x (yikes !!!) | teaser wc: 857
thanks to @leeechin & @pshbites for enabling this idea LOL, couldn’t have done it without them frfr. also here’s a silly little preview of what’s to come (it gets real MESSY in this sfdsfsd)
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heeseung was never really the type to ever engage in gossip or drama going around campus. he’d rather simply mind his business and keep it moving, it was useless to entertain it anyway— most of the rumors held zero truth or any proof to back them up. what does seem to grab his attention however, is your name being constantly brought up in almost everyone’s mouths. you were the talk of the whole school and it wasn’t anything good that was being said about the girl he’s been sleeping around with on and off for the past few months or so.
“oh you know about y/n? isn’t she the one who’s always bouncing from one friend group to the next ? i wouldn’t trust her around my man even for a second..”
“didn’t she let leehan hit it at that party last night ? that girl needs to be stopped, she’s always messing around with different guys..”
“wasn’t she just with eunseok last week ? he was telling me all about how him and sungchan took turns on her.”
he couldn’t believe half the stuff that was being said about you. not only was it just plain disrespectful, but it was also disgusting how some people could spew such fabricated nonsense as if you weren’t a real human being with feelings. heeseung knew you two weren’t exclusive but you’ve been seeing each other more frequently, which made him think he might have a chance to make things official. at least he thought so, until he saw you talking with one of his close friends, jaeyun in the library. you both were way too close for comfort and the way you were giving him those same bedroom eyes that you’d always flash at heeseung, made his whole body fill up with an unimaginable amount of rage.
you were quite popular and well known around campus, your charming persona and pretty face was the perfect combo to get anyone to fall head over heels for you. everywhere you went you’d turn heads, all the boys would be breaking their necks just to get a glimpse of you. the tiny skirts you’d always wear had their eyes practically bulging out of their sockets, which only made the other girls seethe in utter jealousy. the way you could command an entire room without even trying was a superpower in itself, you didn’t need to put in the extra work to get all the attention on you because everyone gave it to you automatically.
it wasn’t until heeseung began hearing more about his friend’s sex lives that he’d grow more suspicious of what’s really going on. he usually zones out and doesn’t really listen much whenever they talked about it, but since the movie they were watching wasn’t all that interesting, he began shifting his attention to his friends. jaeyun and jongseong were always bragging about how much pussy they’d get but they seemed to hyperfocus on one particular girl that seems to get brought up a lot in their conversations. jaeyun would say how she gave him the ‘most life changing head’ he’s ever received, meanwhile jongseong was describing how some girl he fucked a few days ago rode his dick like a grade A pornstar.
heeseung wasn’t adding much of his input into the conversation, and neither was sunghoon as he tends to keep that part of his life more private. but, what made him suddenly wanna jump up in his seat was when jaeyun was telling them how hot the girl looked when he fucked her from behind, she had a back tattoo and he thought that was the sexiest shit ever. he never specified exactly what the tattoo was, but he remembers that you also had one too. maybe he’s just reading too much into it ? could it really be you they were talking about ? nah.. there’s no way. he’s sure there’s plenty other women with back tattoos walking around campus, it simply could be an eerie coincidence. he knows he isn’t the only one that you’re sleeping with, but to mess around with his friends would be a new low for him. he wouldn’t know what he’d do if he were to find out that happened..
his worries would only worsen when he catches sunghoon smiling and faintly giggling at his phone about something, to which jongseong asks him what’s so funny. sunghoon simply shrugs it off and says it’s nothing, quickly locking his phone before he lifts up from the couch to announce that he’s going back to his dorm. they all exchange their goodbyes and wish him a safe walk back to his place. but when he left, he was walking in the direction completely opposite of his dorm, he was heading the exact same way it took to get to your building instead. now he’s really starting to overthink at this point. there’s absolutely no way you’re actually fucking all of his friends and he doesn’t have a single clue about it. heeseung may be quite oblivious at times but he isn’t that stupid. he’s probably overreacting. again, could just be a very weird coincidence… right ?
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phanfictioncatalogue · 2 years ago
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Awkward Flirting Masterlist
A Book, An Umbrella, and Two Carmel Macchiatos (ao3) - koleen
Summary: A Coffeeshop AU. Mute!Phil.
a game of chance (ao3) - danhoweiis
Summary: Phil worked at Chance and Counters, a board game cafe in North East London. One definite perk of the last few weeks had been the guy who Phil was now delivering a coffee too. Phil had been smitten from the second he stepped through the door which was something he now wished he hadn’t told his friend and manger Nate, so he could have saved himself being teased every time Cute Dan (as Phil had affectionately called him after overhearing someone say his name) came in
all i want for christmas (is you) (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)
Summary: He finds himself huffing out a small, high-pitched laugh that he couldn’t even dream of passing off as part of his natural register. “Hah… yeah. Mhm. Nice. Morn… ing. Yup. Sure is.”
Dan’s smile falls a tiny bit, a hint of confusion flickering behind his eyes. Unfortunately, that’s an expression Phil is all too familiar with receiving.
AU where Dan is Phil's Christmas coworker crush, and awkward boys are awkward.
blanket of stars (ao3) - silentdescant
Summary: “That’s all for now, thank you.”
“I’ll be back to check on you in a bit.”
The whole script is so routine, Phil thinks his brain would short-circuit if either of them deviated from it. Dan walks away and Phil sinks lower in his seat, sighing into his blue drink.
“When are you gonna ask him out, man?” Martyn asks.
Blushes and A Cup of Coffee (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Phil was expecting one of the stereotypical first questions, ‘what’s your favourite colour?’ Or ‘where were you born?”
Instead, Dan asked, “Do you like coffee?” and Phil couldn’t help the short bark of laughter that he let out at the strange question.
Or
The two idiots and their first date
Birds of a Feather Steal Together (ao3) - orphan_account
Summary: Dan never expected anything remotely interesting to happen during his summer job at a petting zoo. But when he catches a boy with bright blue eyes and a cute laugh trying to smuggle a bunch of ducklings out of the farm, things take a much more interesting turn...
blow a kiss, fire a gun (ao3) - The General Phanchild (orphan_account)
Summary: "If I don't improve... he'll absolutely obliterate me. And there's nothing I can do to stop him." Secret Agent “Gold,” or Dan Howell, is less than thrilled when he is forced to team up with new recruit “Amethyst,” Phil Lester. Phil is a former trainee; clumsy and overly apologetic, while Dan’s six years of experience have left him skilled and stealthy, yet completely emotionless. Throughout their mission to bring a mysterious super-villain to justice while travelling the city of Tokyo, Phil tries to come to terms with his illogical fear of Dan, while realising what Dan's true intentions with him are.
could’ve knocked me out with a feather (ao3) - deletable_bird
Summary: “Thank you, love you,” says the guy, and freezes. Dan’s smile suddenly feels a lot more genuine.
Cross My Heart (ao3) - kitchen_sinks
Summary: Armed with nothing but a baseball bat, it’s Dan versus the mysterious stranger who’s broken into his flat, but oh wait he’s kind of hot… Awkward flirting and bandaging of injuries ensue.
Lights, Camera, Satisfaction (ao3) - americanphancakes
Summary: Dan's landed a dream acting role, working with a director he's always admired but is now crushing on badly. And today, he has to shoot a love scene. What could go wrong?
The Director!Phil AU that actually several people asked for.
New Year, New Us (ao3) - BlueFox1319, UnusPhanus
Summary: “Dan hurry we are going to be late, PJ and the others will be here any minute to pick us up! It’s already seven, we need to be at the restaurant by eight!” Phil yelled down the hall at his boyfriend. December 31st, New Year's Eve, every year the pair went out with friends and spent the first night of the new year together. For Dan and Phil, tonight would be a little different though, Phil had been planning this for months
possibly, maybe, i’m falling (ao3) - lestered (clonetrobed)
Summery: It’s just another boring day at Dan’s summer internship. Luckily, there’s an accidental coffee date waiting for him at the customer service desk.
Prestissimo (ao3) - worriedpeach (skeletonflowers)
Summery: When Dan starts to get notes in his locker in the form of terrible pick up lines, he doesn't know who it could be and he doesn't really care. All he cares about is his violin and his studies. He could care less about the nonchalant cellist who never seems to take anything seriously.
Professionally, Yours (ao3) - deletable_bird
Summary: Dan is an overworked, underpaid, very homosexual uni student in need of an easy job. Phil is a successful, rather lonely businessman in need of a housekeeper. This is their story. Fluff/smut, 31.2k, written for the Phandom Big Bang 2016
Three Tattoos (ao3) - greensweater
Summery: When a talkative, blue-eyed boy named Phil Lester walks into Dan Howell's tattoo parlor one dusky autumn afternoon, Dan isn't sure what to make of him. But when Phil keeps coming back, their one-time connection grows into friendship, and eventually, something more.
Two Blushing Pilgrims (ao3) - hxwell
Summary: "Our teacher ships the two of us and we're reading Romeo and Juliet" au//Dan owns 7 pairs of the same jeans and high-fives everyone he sees while Phil listens to Neutral Milk Hotel and paints in his spare time
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taestefully-in-luv · 3 years ago
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The Island | KTH (One)
Summary: You’re just two strangers waking up in a room on a lonely island where a company in the business of love has placed you. They believe that thanks to their in depth research you two are destined soulmates. What happens when your ‘soulmate’ and you want nothing to do with each other but falling in love is the only way to leave?
Pairing: Taehyung x Female reader
Genre: strangers to lovers, slight enemies to lovers, soulmates au, roommate au, slow burn, fluff, smut, angst, slight crack, and drama.
Word Count: 9.3k
Warnings: swearing
Notes: Alright here is the first ch to my new story! I am super nervous to post this because it is a completely different vibe. But I hope you guys enjoy! Don’t worry, it turns fluffier later:) let me know if you want to be added to the taglist, or send an ask if just want to chat!:)
Taglist: @ggukkieland @monvieesdaebak @707sblog @peacedreamer14
© taestefully-in-luv
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Your room is blinding from the soft yet striking sunrise, each beam of light swims through the blinds in piercing waves. The intense glow hits you in your sleepy state, causing you to wake from your glorious slumber. Too bright. You sit up in your bed, attempting to rub away the sleep that crusts your eyes. You begin to slowly open one lid at a time, taking in the neat appearance of your room. Your room looks the same as always—there is a nightstand next to your wooden framed bed, it holds a pale lamp and a photo of mountainous scenery. A dresser sits comfortably in front of you, it is dressed in simple décor and a large mirror. Yup, the same as always. You glance over to your sheer curtained window where the sun very offendedly washes over the room—wait. Hold on a god damn second.
Quickly, you begin to open your eyes just a bit wider—where is your royal purple ottoman? The art that hangs on your walls? Your dresser is brown not black for Christ’s sake! You ball your hand in the sheets…these don’t even feel like your sheets, yours aren’t this silky. This is not your room. Your eyebrows climb to the top of your forehead as you jerk your head around. Where the hell are you? Suddenly, you feel something rustle against your side. No…not something—someone.
Your eyes dart to the right of you, where this someone moves against the sheets. Not just someone. A man. His dark, ruffled hair sticks out between the sheets and pillow below his head. Why is there a man in bed with you? Is it…his bed? Oh god. Immediately, your mind tries to recall the night before. Did you go out and drink too much? Go home with a rando? Super unlike you though. You pull your hair as your mind races.
Sitting up in bed, worry crosses all of your features. You try to face all the possibilities that could maybe end up being your reality. But going out and partying is nowhere in your memories. You begin gnawing on your bottom lip, knowing you stayed home last night. And that you fell asleep in your own bed…alone, you might add. So where the hell are you? And why is there another person? Fear enters the picture now, this is the last place you wanted to go. You know, that horrible, terrible, dark place? The one that says your reality is that some creepy man kidnapped you and plans on doing murder-y type things to you. Yup, that place.
You tug on the end of your hair again, you know, you know, a bad habit. But you can’t help it as anxiety grows deeper within you. Were you really kidnapped? Fuck. You have to think. You’re trying to, at least. But breathing is becoming a chore. Your breaths are quick and sharp like you are on the brink of a panic attack. Shit, maybe you are. You try to eye the room again, taking in its appearance more carefully. You can’t help the shiver that speeds down your spine when you notice how perfect this single bedroom is…it actually almost resembles your guest bedroom at home. Which is creepy in itself. You continue to eye the room curiously, while staying absolutely frozen.
The dresser has more photos of pretty scenery sitting on top, as well as a few small vases that complement the rest of the décor. Anxiety continues to grow within you, shaking you to the core. You hate the way your hands tremble in your lap. You want to do something. You truly do but fuck, you can’t even move a muscle. Your breathing begins to pick up even more. Where are you? Why are you here? Who is this man sleeping so fucking peacefully next to you? Your thoughts are going 100 miles per minute, screaming at you, taunting you, giving you the middle finger.
Before you can think through your many obvious questions and answer them, the man next to you begins to stir in his sleep. You watch with wide eyes as he slowly moves to his back from his side. You stare down at him, too scared to move. Too scared to scream bloody murder. Too scared to do anything. And nothing disappoints you more. That you are nothing but a coward. You look down at your future murderer and wait for him to wake.
Future murderer slowly opens his eyes but he shies away instantly from the beaming sunlight.
“Ahhhh.” He lets go in one long breath, rubbing at his eyes in a sleepy manner. You sit still, your own breath caught in your throat. You want to move but fear has you frozen like an evening in the arctic. The man, or Future Murderer as you seemed to have named him, begins sitting up, stretching his arms out above him and yawns a song of sleep. He finally opens his eyes fully and soaks in the room before him. His head moves around quickly, his expression becoming rather…confused.
“What the fuck?”
Yup, those are his first words. Should have been yours too, if you’re being honest. This guy gets it.
Future Murderer’s facial expression grows bewildered as he looks around the room and when he finally feels your presence, he turns his head your way.
“Uh…” the Murderer narrows his eyes at you, “Hi?”
You don’t even realize the sigh of relief that pushes past your lips, but his confusion seems…genuine. And this allows you to relax your shoulders a little bit. Maybe he is a victim to whatever is going on too? You take in his disheveled appearance; he has brown wavy hair that rests above his brow line, eyes darker than the deepest part of the sea and full pouting lips. You would totally admit he’s attractive as hell but considering the fact you’re trying to convince yourself he isn’t going to murder you and the state you’re in, you’re going to push that thought away.
“Uh, who are you?” His brows knit together as he expectantly waits for an answer.
“No, who are you?” You squint at him. How dare he ask like you aren’t the one totally frazzled here? But somehow it’s comforting that he seems as confused as you are. Mystery man (his new name, since he doesn’t appear to want to murder you) (maybe) raises a single brow at you before answering,
“Taehyung.”
You listen to his name roll off his tongue and absorb it. Taehyung, huh? You hesitate for a second before finally giving your own name.
“y/n.”
Taehyung then, has the audacity to pinch his nose in annoyance. To be fair, it looks like the one he’s annoyed with is himself and not you.
“Look, sorry…” he begins, “If we hooked up last night, I don’t really remember and I—"
Your eyes widen at his words and you begin to frantically shake your head,
“No! We didn’t—we didn’t…”
“Oh?” Taehyung gives you a curious look then has the audacity to scoot several inches away from you. Then you feel his eyes on you, they search you from head to toe. You’re wearing your cat printed PJ shorts and a simple purple t shirt. You admit your hair is probably pretty wild, so you card your fingers through your locks. You start to feel insecure under his gaze as he so shamelessly eyes you.
“I don’t know who you are or where I am…do you know where we are?” you question, looking off to the side.
Taehyung pulls his eyes away from you, his head moving around to look around the room, his arms flailing.
“Does it look like I know where I am?”
You only blink at him and he rolls his eyes, “No, I don’t.” he admits.
Moments of silence pass between the two of you. You don’t know what to say at this point even though you have a million things you would like to say. But you can’t form one, coherent sentence apparently. You don’t know anything. You’re fucking clueless and you hate it. You’re trying to gather your thoughts when you feel Taehyung rise from the bed, startling you like he just committed a crime. God, you are such a coward. What? Do you really think the bed is apparently some super safe place that will protect you from the evils of the world? Taehyung walks toward the dresser and other corners of the room, inspecting it carefully.
“Fucking weird, but nice room, right?” he asks under his breath. Taehyung throws a glance over at you. “You don’t know where you are…I don’t know where I am…we both wake up in a strange room and neither of us have any recollection of how we got here.” Taehyung takes a pause to gather his thoughts. “Have you heard anything? You know, from outside the room? There could be other people.” He waits for you to answer but you stay quiet. Yes, you are on that level of coward.
You stay in the bed, anxiety building up, growing fiercer by the second. While it seems Taehyung’s attention is being stolen by the large window where the sun invites him to come take a peak. He tip toes over to the window, lifting the blinds and exposes something you imagine takes his breath way due to his audible gasp.
“Where…the fuck are we?” he asks breathlessly.
Instead of looking for yourself, you stay seated. But are we surprised? You study Taehyung’s expressions, watching for his reactions. His face falls into one of awe but after only a few moments in settles back into confusion. He reaches for the bottom of the window sill and lifts upwards, opening the window and releasing the sound of…is that waves? You continue to observe him, too afraid to see for yourself. He stands there for several long moments before turning your way and he clears his throat.
“I—I don’t…I don’t know where we are, like, really.” He takes a hesitant step towards the bed. “But something tells me neither of us are from here.”
You need a minute. Yeah, you need a minute to process his words. Because what the fuck does he mean by that? You aren’t ‘from here’? Are you on another planet or some shit? This man needs to work on his wording, for Christ’s sake. You feel your hand move just the slightest. Then your other hand. Your toes curl in and out. Seems you aren’t so frozen anymore. Things are, yes things as in waking up with a total stranger and him saying you are in an unknown place, are starting to wake you up. You’re so ashamed your solution to all of this was to stay seated in bed…but for some reason a rushing sensation of bravery washes over you.
You rise from the sheets and step one foot on to the floor. It’s not lava. So you step down with both feet and make your way over to Taehyung. You stop in front of him, tilting your head up since he has several inches over you—but nothing too intimidating, you decide. His eyes find yours and you lock eyes for a few moments. Both of you trying to search the other for answers. You break contact to face the window and wow. Your eyes animatedly widen at the sight. Palm trees and water for miles and miles it seems. No other buildings or sign of life. An island? But not the kind of island where this room is a part of some fancy resort, no, not that kind. Instead the kind where a plane crashes and a group of people have to survive.
You blink down at your new reality. First of all, you live nowhere near an island, so there’s that. You feel the anxiety and frustrations begin to surface again and you can’t help that your eyes begin to gloss over. You snap your head back to get a look at your fellow victim and he looks just as lost as you feel.
“We need to find out what’s going on.” Taehyung takes a deep breath, lifting his head up. He locks his eyes with yours again but you break contact to look at your feet.
“We don’t know anything…would if it’s not safe?” you quietly try to reason.
“Exactly, we don’t know anything and that’s a problem. You don’t expect us to stay in this room forever, do you?”
He has a point and you know it. You want to follow him out of this room but your feet seem to be glued to the floor.
“Well, no. But—”
“Didn’t think so.” He turns away from you, his body shuffling towards the bedrooms door but before he can become out of reach your hand flies to his shirt sleeve, tugging it softly.
“Wait! Just hold on—” Your voice wavers and Taehyung rolls his eyes. Rolls his fucking eyes at you!
“Listen, come. Or don’t. I don’t really care.” Taehyung releases your hold on his shirt, unsticking your fingers and throwing your hand towards your body. “Decide.” He states before swiftly turning around to head towards the door.
Oh. So this guy is a fucking asshole. Noted.
You end up following him because although he was rude about it, feeling someone’s touch when you feel so scared was slightly comforting and yes, you are aware of how fucking pathetic that is.
Taehyung stands in front of the door, his hand reaching for the knob when he turns his head to say, “Just trust me.”
And now you are the one rolling your eyes. Trust him? You just met the dude! 10 minutes ago his name was Future Murderer. How could you possibly trust this asshole?
“How can I trust you? I literally just met you.” The scowl on your face deepens when he smirks.
“Are you always such a fucking baby?”
“Are you always such a fucking baby?” you mock, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head. Okay, you admit you aren’t being the most mature here. But Taehyung doesn’t seem to take offense to it by the way he gasps and throws a hand over his heart as if wounded.
“Oh? She’s got some sass?” His question and raised brows only piss you off.
“Whatever. Let’s go.” You aren’t entirely sure where the confidence comes from but you don’t question it. You’re breezing past him, your shoulder knocking into his as you approach the door.
You feel Taehyung’s eyes on you and hear him mumble a lame, ‘that’s the spirit’ from behind you. And with that, in one swift action you are opening the door.
You stand in the open doorway, once again frozen in place. Not feeling as confident as you were 15 second ago—maybe you just need this dude to piss you off again. Speak of the devil, Taehyung steps besides you, poking his head out into the hallway searching for any sign of life.
“It’s quiet.” He takes a few steps forward, now in the middle of the hall. You glance around, the hallway has walls full of beautiful artwork, and to the right is 3 doors and to the left is a wide staircase. An exit. Bingo.
“Let’s check each room.” And of course he wants to do the opposite.
“No, let’s just get out of here.”
You turn on your feet towards the stairs and stop at the first step and raise a brow over your shoulder, “Aren’t you coming?”
Taehyung looks conflicted to say the least. He exhales deeply, looking between you and the 3 doors.
“Shouldn’t we just—”
“No! come on…” You must sound pleading and convincing because you can see him falter, just a bit. “I just want to go home…” You say, averting his gaze. Taehyung only stares at you for what feels like an eternity before he’s finally agreeing with the nod of his head.
The two of you very cautiously step down the stairs, each foot that follows the other slightly trembles in the fear of the unknown. You two finally reach the bottom and your eyes go wide at the sight. This is basically your fucking dream house. The floor plan is very open. At the center is a gorgeous grand piano, you don’t play but it’s aesthetically pleasing you guess? To the right is a long table with picture frames and décor and down the hall there seems to be more rooms.
You scan the downstairs as you slide your fingers along the edge of this table and stop when you come across a framed photo. What the actual fuck. Your eyebrows rise and your eyes grow twice their size. You very hesitantly pick up the picture as your eyes blink down at the frame in hand when your breathing begins to pick up again. It’s a framed photo of you and your sister . Now why the hell would this be here? Why is there a picture of you and your sister?? Why would someone have this? The framed photo sits in your trembling hands as you stare down at it. Taehyung notices your shaky grip on this picture and takes it from you to take a look himself. His eyes also go wide…you look between him and the picture.
“Why…why the hell is this here?” your voice betrays you as it shakes with every word.
Taehyung glances down at the table and notices his own photos with friends and family that are disgustingly and proudly displayed.
“What the actual fuck?” Taehyung whispers to no one but himself. What the hell is going on? Why does this house have pictures of the two of you? Who is doing this? Is this some sort of sick joke?
“What’s happening Taehyung?” you step closer to him feeling entirely…creeped out.
“Does it look like I fucking know?” he snaps. He sees you flinch and his eyes soften, “Sorry…Its just… this is going too far.” He finally looks as disturbed as you feel. The two of you stay quiet for a few moments, neither of you knowing how to react to this eerie discovery.
You shudder at how ominous this all is. This is becoming way too much. How much more of this can you handle? You almost want to jump into this assholes arms and sob into his navy blue t shirt.
“We should…” Taehyung wipes his sweaty hands on his sweats, “keep going.”
The two of you nod your heads in unison and turn to your left where there is an entry way to the kitchen and living room. Taehyung stops before stepping through while you join him at his side. You two glance around to soak in your surroundings—it’s also an open space, the two open areas sharing a space. The kitchen is covered in black granite and wooden cabinets with a door that probably leads outside. The living room has two matching sofas, a wide screen TV that hangs on the wall over a fireplace and built in shelves on either side, full of books, movies and games.
Taehyung and you share a look before walking through to the kitchen and living room. You approach the rooms slowly and carefully, afraid of what you might find. What surprises could be lurking. Suddenly the white glow of the TV can be seen, making you jump with its sudden brightness. Why the hell did the TV just turn on? Is this like, a haunted house? Are you being fucking haunted? Okay, maybe that’s dramatic.
The screen is bright white with nothing else on it. You turn to face Taehyung who is already staring at you with brows pinched together in confusion. Same Taehyung, same. The two of you decide to walk closer to the TV when dark, bold numbers appear.
“10….9…8…..”
The sound of soft music can be heard playing from the TV, similar to the music that’s played in an elevator, as numbers counting down from 10 begins. You feel your insides twist and turn.
“….7….6…..”
Panicked, the two of you inch closer and closer. You two stand here waiting for something, anything to occur because these might be the longest 10 seconds of your life. The millions of questions you have only multiplying. With the seconds counting down and getting closer to zero, your breathing about fucking stops. What is going to happen? You can feel your palms grow sweaty as your heart beats out of your chest. It feels like the countdown to the end of the world.
“….5….4….3…”
You don’t think Taehyung realizes just how close he is to you, his shoulders bumping into yours. You guess fear does funny things even between strangers.
“….2…..1…….”
And then it finally happens. The timer finally reaches fucking zero. And it is safe to safe your attention has been caught…anyone’s would be if a screen greets them with their god damn names.
“Welcome Kim Taehyung and Y/N Y/LN”
Your names on the screen has you automatically feeling nauseas. What sort of sick game is this? Is someone setting you up? Pranking you? If so, shits not funny. But also, why is Taehyung here? Your eyes focus on the screen as it moves to the next slide.
“It is a great honor that you two have made it this far. You have been carefully selected in this company’s project. After a lot of consideration and impressive results—we have decided to move you to the next phase.”
Naturally, very naturally you become even more confused than you fucking started. What projects? What company? You can hear Taehyung swallow hard, his nerves spiking with each word he reads. Then the slides continue.
“To put it simply, we are in the business of love.”
Huh? Huh?
Taehyung and you break your focus on the screen to steal a glance as one another very briefly before turning your heads back to the TV. What the hell they mean love? What is this absolute nonsense?
“Our use of science, technology and logic has got us here today. We test and heavily observe our chosen subjects and decide if they are the perfect match. We then move them to the final phase: The Island. This is where the two subjects meet and get along for the first time. The place they will undoubtedly fall in love.”
You can’t help that your mouth falls open, you are sure your eyes are bulging out of your head. You dare to turn to look at Taehyung and he isn’t looking much better.
Before you can really gather any thoughts the slides continue.
“Our success rate is 99%. You WILL fall in love here, it is most probable. Other subjects will come to fall in love quickly, other will take their time. BUT don’t take too long~ If two subjects are taking too long to make progress we will send a ‘Request’ to move things along and if you fail to meet said request there will be a penalty. And you have 24 hours to complete the request. This is to help you.”
You shiver while reading the words before you. You are now too anxious to even look at Taehyung right now…you don’t want to even see his reaction to all of this. Is he anxious like you? Is he laughing because there’s no way this is real? Is he nodding along taking notes because he believes it? You don’t want to fucking know!
“We give soulmates the opportunity to meet and thrive. This particular project has been in the works for well over a year.”
You blink lazily at that. Well over a year? WELL OVER A YEAR? They’ve been watching you for over a year?!
“We have carefully observed each one of you in great detail. There is nothing we don’t know. We have matched you two to be most compatible.”
Nothing they don’t know? What the hell does that mean? How exactly did they fucking observe you two? You stand here with eyes wide open and mouth agape. Taehyung mirrors your expression. He doesn’t want to believe this either.
“And you two are finally ready to proceed with The Island.”
The two of you stand in the living room, dumbstruck. Absolutely dumbstruck. You aren’t even able to look at one another for more than a hot second. A harsh blush creeping on your face and you cringe because there’s no way you could blush for this asshole.
You just…you cannot believe any of this. You refuse to. This is ridiculous. Insane.
“This island is only for the two of you. Designed specifically for you. You are being constantly monitored. Hidden cameras are placed all around the house. Minus the bedrooms and bathrooms. The décor and food is to each of your likings, we want you to feel at home as possible. Everything including books, movies, games and rooms are to your likings and match your hobbies.”
Wait a minute. You frantically shake your head, blinking furiously. Constantly being monitored? AKA you’re being fucked spied on? How are you supposed to do anything knowing you’re being watched?
“Your families have already been notified of your absence.”
You feel your heart drop. You didn’t even consider how they might feel.
“You will return safely once we feel we are satisfied with the results. This can be 3 months, 6 months, a year or even more.”
You feel Taehyung spin to face you in complete shock.
“We understand this may seem awkward at first but things will evolve naturally. So you should not worry.”
These words do not bring the least bit of comfort.
“Besides the ‘Requests’ we will not interfere. This is YOUR time to fall in love.”
“Thank you so much for your ongoing participation and please enjoy your new home and of course, each other. <3”
The added heart at the end of the last slide has both of you scrunching your faces in disgust. With that, the TV shuts off, showing nothing but the dark black screen and the reflection of two ghosts. What. The. Fuck.
You’re sure your expression is as clear as day; a mix between anger and hopelessness. You don’t want to look at Taehyung, not after everything you just read but you know you should. So you tip your head to the side to get a good look at him. Worry. All you see is worry. Look, he might be hot as hell but there ain’t no way you can fall in love with this dude. But also, you don’t know anything. You gulp, there is one thing you know. You’re going to be sick.
Your nausea is so built up, it’s at the entrance of your throat begging for release. You stand here, running a clammy hand through your hair. You are going to puke, you know it.
Without any further thinking, you run towards the back door in the kitchen that thankfully leads to outside. You run down a path that you pray to the God’s that this path does lead to the ocean so you can drown yourself in some good ol’ waves. Your anxiety has you out of breath before the run does. You finally reach sand that is warm and grainy under your bare feet and follow it to the shore.
It’s beautiful actually. The view. You wish you could really take it all in and let the calmness of the waves relax you but you are seconds away from upchucking last night’s pizza rolls. But it never comes. Your guts never make it out of your body but the anxiety remains. Falling to the ground, you pull your knees into your chest, trying to breathe and most importantly trying not to cry. This is no use though and to be honest you don’t try very hard because tears are cascading down your face within seconds. You can feel the burning in your chest as hot tears fall onto the warmth of your cheeks and it breaks you further. You sit here and wonder if you are really stuck here in this place and with a complete and total stranger. The same thought stays with you as you ball into yourself.
You sit here, indulging in quiet sobs until they finally ease into soft sniffles. You reach up to wipe your eyes, ridding yourself of tears and the thoughts that came along with them. You need to think more clearly. Okay, positive thoughts. Come on y/n, you can do this. Positive thoughts. First off, you’re not alone. You are not the only victim here. You have an acquaintance here who you are sure isn’t very pleased about this either. But wait—would if this guy is a total weirdo? A psycho? Okay, maybe being positive is harder than you thought. Plus he was a total asshole to you earlier. But maybe that will change?
You stand to your feet, feeling more determined than before. You are going to try to make the best out of this shitty situation. You brush away the annoying leftover grains of sand from your legs and your behind and turn around to make your journey back to the house, your ‘home’. Ew, you did not just call it that, you shudder at the thought. Before you start walking, you spot Taehyung aka your ‘soulmate’ ew, you did not just him call him that— sitting, leaning against a tree. Yup, right next to where you just had snot running down your nose. Before spiraling into embarrassment, you take a good look at him and oh. You step towards him and his eyes follow your movements until you are seated next to him. He’s tense, that’s for sure. But you can’t really blame him, now can you? You are a little bit selfish, aren’t you? He is clearly freaking out too yet you ran out on him. You can see his expressions now: confused, anger, upset. And something you can’t quite figure out.
Taehyung looks your way and offers you a small, tense smile and then turns his head away from you to face the ocean again, a sigh escaping his lips.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you.”
You really don’t want to feel offended because hey, that’s fair. But still, this asshole doesn’t even know you so you roll your eyes.
“I’m not going to fall in love with you dude.”
Taehyung glances at you and gives you a look, like he knows that’s impossible.
“Sure.” He says.
“You don’t fall in love with me.” You snap back, feeling like you won something.
“Yeah, that won’t be a problem.” He deadpans.
“Listen…you’re not a psycho, are you?” You narrow your eyes at him. Taehyung stares at you for a second before he dramatically rolls his eyes at you, then he narrows his own eyes.
“I’m not a psycho,” he defends, a serious expression drawn on his face. “But how do I know you’re not?”
You bite down on your lip as if really contemplating,
“Fair point.” You smile cheekily but then your face falls into a frown. “This isn’t…real, right?” you try to brush back your hair behind your ear but the wind makes it difficult. “The TV…this is a joke, right?”
Taehyung looks on towards the ocean, the big blue waves crashing in the distance. He is silent for several long, annoyingly long moments. You can’t help but wonder what goes inside his head, what is he thinking? What is he feeling? It’s got to be similar to you, right?
“Let’s say it is real. There’s a company who…who…spied on us for a year. What does that mean? They hacked our phones? Hacked our homes? How far did they go? They said they know everything…” Taehyung pauses, flinching at his own words. “So, say they do. They believe after all their research we make a good match…the perfect match, apparently.”
“Yeah, I highly doubt that.” You cut in. “We couldn’t even get along in the first 10 minutes—”
“That’s because you were being a baby.”
“That’s because you were being a—Shut up.” You huff.
“Who’s being rude now?” Taehyung smirks. “Listen, I think it’s best if we just play it safe. But I am serious…I won’t be falling in love with you. And I am not a psycho.”
“And I am serious too, I won’t.” you remind him, annoyed. “It’s you who should be careful.” You poke your tongue out and Taehyung rolls his eyes.
“So do you like pancakes? Mister Not Psycho.” You look at him with a playful smirk and he wastes no time to curve his lips downwards.
“Pancakes?” he lifts his brows but then a scowl takes over, “I’m not falling in love with you even if you make me pancakes. I still can’t get over this…they spied on us for a year y/n. Invaded our privacy…this is too much. Too much to be thinking about god damn pancakes”
“Yeah but it seems like we’re stuck together,” you reason, “Whether we like it or not. So you can maybe try not to be such an asshole to me? When I’m just as much of a victim as you are. And we still have to eat.”
Taehyung’s mouth drops a little, then he closes it, screwing his eyes shut. “You’re right…I’m sorry,” he stands to his feet. “This is all just so crazy and a lot to take in…”
“I know…” you pause, “It’s sort of like being on a vacation—”
“Just stop.”
Taehyung walks past you, heading back inside the house. Leaving you alone with nothing but the ocean.
You stare off into the wide unknown, the oceans blue emptiness swallowing you whole. This looks like a dream vacation spot, if you’re being honest. But this? This was about to be the vacation from Hell.
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You and Taehyung walk through the door back into the kitchen, a look of grimace on his face while you frown. You two decide to check out what this place has to offer. You’re both clearly skeptical of this whole entire situation, well at least he is. He feels like the only one who is acting appropriately. But he can safely assume you probably are feeling a bit skeptical yourself. You two check to see is there is anything safe to eat—if there even is food. He doesn’t know what to believe. Was this situation, he doesn’t know…real? True? Every word he read, is a loud echo in his mind screaming at him. How could he even take this seriously? How could you take this seriously? This is fucking insane! He looks over at you, who is rummaging through cabinets, you look the same as a few minutes ago—calm with an unsure expression painting your features. He hates how calm you look, he can’t help but feel so annoyed by you.
He takes a look in the large, silver fridge and is pleasantly surprised to see many foods that he likes; lots of fresh fruits, juices, milk, sandwich meats, so on. It is fully stocked. He reaches inside the fridge for a bowl a fresh fruit, his other hand grabbing for a can of whipped cream. He gives you a look and nods towards the bowl.
“Should we test them? See if we die from poison or some shit?” he half jokes, his bitter tone shining through. You try to ignore his bad attitude and smile.
“We’re testing them with a can of whipped cream?” you go for a lighter approach but he just rolls his eyes.
“Go big or go home, am I right ladies?”
You snort. Real life snort. And you consider being embarrassed but you see Taehyung’s eyes light up in amusement before they’re darkening again.
You reach for a strawberry and pop that thang in your mouth, so he does the same. You two chew cautiously, the flavor and juices bursting. These might be the best god damn strawberries either of you have ever had. Such a shame they are being enjoyed in such a situation. He turns to face you, the you who is now stuffing your face with strawberry after strawberry, he can’t help but let a chuckle slip between his lips.
“What? Go big or go home…” you pause, a smirk playing at your lips. “Right ladies?” Taehyung only rolls his eyes at your smart mouth, he won’t allow himself to laugh.
Taehyung is still trying to gather his impression of you. When you first met you were a total cry baby, then you were just annoying and now you’re trying your best to be calm. He recalls how you ugly cried just outside—god, you have been a roller coaster of a person but considering your situation he understands why.
He believes he was more unbothered and brave after having first woken up…but after seeing those framed photos he got freaked the fuck out, to put it simply. Then the TV…everything just went downhill from there. And he sees what you’re doing…you’re trying to be strong. And he hates you for it. Why is he being the weak one here? How are you doing it with such ease? He’s spiraling. His whole life just got put on pause. His dreams and aspirations? Pause. Friends and family? Pause. His love life? P-Pause? He can’t help but worry over every detail, not to mention…is any of this the truth? Are you two just supposed to believe the god forsaken words that you read on the TV screen? And you went on about this being like a damn vacation. Unbelievable! But all he can do right now is breathe in and breathe out and try to be himself. Which at the moment is a really unhappy person.
You and Taehyung continue reaching into the bowl for more refreshing fruit, your fingers brushing against one another like this is a god damn Hallmark movie, but you don’t seem to be fazed by it so he won’t either. Even though it’s driving him crazy, he doesn’t want to touch you. He wonders what your thoughts are on the whole ‘love’ thing? It’s ridiculous. Don’t get him wrong, in a different situation he could see himself getting along with someone like you, maybe even hook up…but fall in love? Not likely. Plus he already has someone. Sort of.
“Ah, wait…” He pauses mid bite.
“Hm?” you hum, mouth full.
“Aren’t we like, supposed to be finding pancake mix or whatever shit you wanted to find?”
With a roll of your eyes, you lick your fingers clean while the other hand lays rest on you hip. (And no, his eyes did not linger when you sucked on your fingers and no, they did not travel down to your hand that rest comfortably on your nice hips.)(And no, he did not just think your hips are nice.)
“Couldn’t find any!” you dramatically yell out, “You guys FAILED us!” you then look over at him with a smirk, “So much for being experts right?” you scoff, he almost wants to laugh at your dramatics but he just stares at you blankly.
But soon that blank stare is changing into a sour one when he realizes just who you are talking to…the very company that trapped you here. The one that’s watching over you right now. Or so they say.
“We should inspect the whole house.” He says seriously, “You know, get to know this ‘vacation home’ or whatever bullshit you said.”
You look down at your feet, feeling fucking embarrassed.
“Sorry for calling it that I—”
“I know,” Taehyung kind of smiles, “You were just trying to make us feel better. I get it.” His tone is softer than even he intended.
“It didn’t really help, did it?” you scratch the top of your head, feeling sheepish.
“Not really.” He answers honestly, with hard eyes. “Now come on, let’s check things out.”
You nod your head with an eye roll, he still chooses to be dickish.
The two of you walk into the living room to the entertainment center. The TV is surrounded by shelves of books, movies, and games. Apparently all to your liking, so you guess you will see how true that is.
“Woah, there’s Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” You comment, the game case in your hand.
“Woah, I can kick your ass at Mortal Kombat. Sweet.” Taehyung plainly responds while shuffling other games between his hands.
“Don’t even. I will play you right now.” You try lightening the mood but he just rolls his eyes.
“We have other important things to do, need I remind you?” he begins lecturing you and you scoff.
“You don’t need to remind me our shitty situation. Your stupid face is reminder enough.” You bite.
“Oh?” Taehyung continues to look through cases, barely paying attention to you.
“Anyway,” you clear your throat. “There’s tons of movies here and TV shows as well,” you gesture toward the bottom of the shelf. “Some I have never seen before,” you squat down, your fingers brushing against DVD cases until you stop at one in particular, pulling it out. “Like, what the hell is ‘Castaway on the Moon’?”
Taehyung’s eyes widen, “UH, only my most favorite movie ever?” he says, taking the case from you.
“Looks weird.” You comment plainly.
“Weird—it’s not weird! It’s actually really good I swear, actually you know what?” Taehyung huffs out, it’s the first time you’re seeing him get so worked up. It’s amusing. “I don’t have to explain myself to you.” He pouts, clearly wounded you would think to call his favorite movie ‘weird’.
“Plus, who’s weird?” he asks, “What’s with all this anime? I know it ain’t mine.”
You jut out your bottom lip in guilt, your cheeks turning a rosy pink.
“Well, well…”
“Well, well…” he mocks, feeling satisfied.
You raise your eyes to meet his and walk an inch towards him, never breaking contact.
“I’ll give yours a shot, if you give mine a shot?” you challenge, sticking out your hand. He guesses you want him to shake it.
He takes a moment to let his eyes linger on yours. They’re dark. Plain. Boring. Nothing special. He looks away and scoffs but the idea of sharing his favorite movie with someone does pique his interest.
“Deal.” He says, going in for the handshake. He feels your hand in his and doesn’t expect your skin to be so soft.
“Deal.” You say with an evil glint in your eye. “I’m going to make you watch so much good shit.” You continue to hold on to his hand, you look down at them and become slightly shy. You just remembered your situation. You keep staring for an odd amount of time before you drop his hand and shake your head.
“Should we check out the other rooms?” you start walking towards the entry way back into the main area of the house, but stop to turn and look at him.
“Yeah, I suppose we can do that.” He answers back, trying to sound as neutral as possible.
The two of you walk back into the main area where the rooms are located. He hesitantly creaks open the first door. He’s met with a room so fitting. A room full of art supplies. Drawing boards, brushes, paint, etc. He feels his palms pool with sweat.
“Do you make art?” you question, looking up at him.
“Yeah.” He gulps, feeling creeped out all over again. “They really did their research, huh?” he whispers to himself.
You two stand in the doorway, taking it all in. Taking in what this could really mean for you two. It begs the question: Were they really spying on you for over a year? Do they really know everything there is to know about you two?
You softly nudge Taehyung, “Why don’t we move on to the next room?” you suggest. He turns his head to face you as he swallows hard, nodding his head in agreement.
The next room is nothing spectacular, just a home gym.
“You work out?” he asks.
“Barely,” you admit, a small smile tugging at your lips. “I always have the excuse of not having time or not wanting to go all the way to a gym. Guess I have no excuse now.” You look up at him with a sheepish grin. It’s hard to believe you don’t work out, Taehyung thinks. You have great legs.
“I see.” He turns his back to you, exiting the room.
The next room really wows Taehyung. He doesn’t mean for it to. He wants to hate this place.
It’s a room full of musical instruments and recording equipment.
“Holy shit.” He accidentally lets out. He walks around the room, touching things with just his fingertips. “This is like grade A equipment, I could only dream of owning shit like this.” He truly does not mean to be in awe of the music room, you know, because the enemies gave it to him but holy shit!
There’s only one room left and you swear to god it better be for you. You two slowly open the door together to reveal an interests of yours.
“Is this…? Like, a dance studio or something?” He questions, glancing around the room, “Are you a dancer?” he finally looks at you and he seems quite impressed.
You look…surprised, to say the least. Your brows shooting up all the way toward your hairline, your eyes darting all around the room.
“N-Not exactly…I mean, kind of?” you admit, your eyes falling to your hands. He tilts his head in confusion.
“I…I just have a serious interest I guess you could say,” you look all around the room again, “But I,” you play with your fingers. “I have never said it out loud to anyone.”
“Oh.” Taehyung breathes out in understanding. So, these fuckers really did spy on you guys. In depth. You both feel goosebumps rise on your arms, making you both feel a chill.
“Let’s head upstairs. Shall we?”
The upstairs has 4 doors in total. You both know the door closest to the staircase is the bedroom you woke up in.
“There’s no bathroom in this room,” he motions towards the door. “And the closet was empty. So, it’s not the master and that—”
“That means there’s multiple bedrooms.” you finish for him, and you both sigh in relief.
He means, this place has a goal of getting you together, so he wouldn’t be surprised if they only offered you one bedroom, but thank the God that he doesn’t believe in that there’s more than one bedroom.
“Yeah exactly,” he breathes out. “I’m willing to bet the door at the end of the hall is the master. Wanna just skip ahead?”
“Sure,” you agree, walking past him to beat him to the door at the end of hall. But you wait for him to reach the door as well before you’re reaching for the knob and slowly turning it, swinging the door open.
The room is big, a huge king size bed in the center of the back wall. Thankfully, the drapes are dark so not a lot of natural sunlight enters the room, Taehyung thinks.
“Hell yeah, dark curtains.” You say excitedly. Obviously reading his mind.
He follows behind you, keeping his comments to himself as you ooh and aah at your surroundings. He is impressed by the rooms simple yet he guesses you could say intriguing décor. Definitely fits his style, but he won’t say that out loud. As an artist himself, the paintings on the walls are very pleasing to the eye. He wonders if they suit you as well. If you’re his ‘soulmate’ they would, he thinks bitterly. He could see himself adding his own artwork to this room. He wonders if you would be okay with that as well—wait. What is he saying? It’s not like you two will be sharing this room!
You drag your fingers across the comforter on the bed.
“Soft.” You mumble to yourself.
He chews on his lips for a moment before speaking, “You can have it…” he shifts from one foot to the other. “The room, I mean. I’ll just take the other bedroom.”
“Really? You sure?” The excitement is evident in your voice. “Wait no—that’s not very fair. We could thumb wrestle for it or—”
He raises a brow, “Thumb wrestle? Really?”
“Mortal Kombat?” you offer.
“That just wouldn’t be fair, I would win too easily.” He says, not impressed. “Just take the room. I’m sure.”
“Fine…thank you.” you bow your head down in defeat.
The two of you walk towards the master bath and your eyes come close to popping out of your heads. It is huge! And super fancy! He’s not good at fancy words but he’ll put it simply, the countertop is long with two sinks. Two sinks. The shower has one of those rain shower head things and woah. That’s for like, rich people. The way you are gawking at this bathroom tells him you’re having the same thoughts as him. Yours are probably fancy like, “This extravagant marble bathtub looks exquisite against these cream colored walls. Very…dashing.” Or some wild shit like that.
The closet is next, He’ll be completely honest. He forgot you would need clothes and shit. But holy moly, there are rows and rows of clothes, both yours and his. There is jewelry (Not really sure why that’s necessary but like, okay) and shoes on shelves against the walls. It was more than he owned himself back at home.
“Honestly I forgot about needing clothes…since we like…live here now.” The words are sour leaving your mouth, he can tell. But also, you are obviously reading his mind again.
“What? You thought you would be wearing your cute little PJ’s 24/7 or what? Wear nothing at all maybe?” he asks, shuffling from one foot to the other. He’s uncomfortable.
“ha-ha.” you deadpan. “I just haven’t really thought about what this all entails is all.”
He frowns at your words,
“We should probably talk about it, right? What this all means, I mean.” His questions causes a shift in the atmosphere. The air becoming a little thicker.
You only nod and turn on your feet to head back into the bedroom. He quickly follows behind you, both of you stopping at the foot of the bed.
“Let’s talk then.” You bite your lip, swaying side to side.
He needs to be honest. He is clearly so confused about all this. Fucking puzzled. He means, what if just what if this company was real? And this company was…right? Are you really a match made in heaven? No, that can’t be. That would be fucking ridiculous. He’s being ridiculous for even considering it. But you two obviously need to talk. Have a fucking chit chat.
You plop down on the edge of the bed and he follows your lead, finding a spot right next to you. Your knee shakes up and down quickly while you play with the hem of your shirt. You’re obviously nervous as fuck, which he can’t really blame you. He watches you for a few moments before hesitantly placing a hand over your shaking knee, trying to stop the anxious movement and hoping to God he is not crossing any serious lines, he’s just really getting annoyed by your shaking knee and needs that shit to stop. You turn your head to face him and he is met with a look of frustration. He turns his head to face straight ahead and with a heavy sigh he says, “I feel that way too.” Because it’s true, you both must feel the same. It’s not like you want to be stuck here with him either. Right?
You finally let out a long breath, “How long?” you whisper. “How long will we be stuck here?” you begin to sniffle as your eyes become wet. Shit. He brings his hands to his lap and interlocks his fingers together.
“I…I don’t know.” He answers honestly. “But what are your thoughts? On what we read…” he clears his throat, clarifying as if it wasn’t already obvious.
You suck in a sharp breath, “I don’t know what to believe.” You admit. “But we are…” you gesture between you two, “This is—This is not happening.”
Taehyung rolls his eyes as if that wasn't the most obvious statement in the world. He. Could. Not. Agree. More.
You continue, “Someone deciding for me? On this part of my life? That doesn’t sit right with me. No fucking thank you.”
“Yeah, me either.”
“I mean,” you turn to face him, “You seem decent and all, when you’re not being an ass, but this is all insane. Just insane.” You wear an annoyed expression, shaking your head in disbelief. He breathes out of his nose in attempt to laugh.
“Yeah, you’re telling me.”
“But…” you pause, choosing your next words carefully…you have to be careful with this next part. “But if it’s real? What are we—” and yup, just as expected, you are cut off with just a look. He furrows his brows together and pushes his head back in surprise.
“This can’t be forced y/n.” he states firmly. You raise your hands up in surrender.
“Oh my god, Taehyung. I know that! I fucking know, jeez. But we have to talk about all the possibilities.” You say firmly, “We’re stuck here for who knows how long and you read the same thing as me, right?” you push on, “3 months? 6 months? A fucking year?” you drag a heavy hand down your tired face. “And don’t even get me started on these damn ‘Requests’ and whatever they are!” You are clearly very frustrated…Taehyung looks at you with the same pity you’re sure he feels for himself.
“Okay, okay.” For the first time Taehyung speaks to you much more softly. “Listen, they can’t keep us here forever? We are going to prove we are that 1%. We just got to stay out of one another’s way and just wait it out until they return us home.” Then his frown deepens, “But wait, what about the ‘Requests’?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
You strum your fingers on your thigh, staring down at your lap, in deep thought.
“I know this is weird but…” Taehyung starts.
“I know, we have to talk about it.” You finally look up at him and your entire face has gone pink.
“If the ‘Requests’ are, I don’t know, “pure” enough, we could just like do them?” you look at him with doe eyes, “Or like, if the penalty isn’t that bad…. I don’t know.” You ramble on.
The thing is, neither of you know what to expect from these ‘Requests’ and their penalties. It’s one huge mystery. And neither you nor Taehyung are a fan of mysteries. Taehyung watches as you begin shaking your knee in total panic again when he clears his throat.
“Hey…I think we can worry about that when or if the time comes, okay?”
“When or if…” you repeat slowly. “Okay.”
He stands from his place at the bed and begins walking towards the bedroom door.
“As long as we stay out of each other’s way, we should be good.”
“Stay out of each other’s way…” you nibble on your lips, “Like, we don’t talk or anything?”
“Precisely. You do your thing, I’ll do mine.”
“But—”
“That’s just the way it’s got to be.”
“Fine.” You speak bitterly, “Fine by me.”
Stuck on a beautiful island in a beautiful house with a beau—with a man. What could possibly go wrong? Vacation from hell, here we go.
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sweetjekyll · 3 years ago
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WIPs 💬 projects 💭
WIPS and writing prompts/projects with characters who came to my mind at the time of writing/reading them, they may also be slightly modified. This is a list I’ve collected of fics which may or may not see the future, except the WIPs are actually supposed to come out, in no particular order. None of these have titles yet, just a general plot which could turn into something more. You may pop into my inbox and talk to me about them, tell me which one is your favorite :)
If you are inspired by one of these and want to write them yourself, you may as well take inspiration!! #multifandom cause yeah why not!
ps: I might release some unlisted, spur of the moment drabbles/one-shots from time to time
MASTERLIST
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WIPs 💬
1. Damaged - Oh Sehun x F!Reader (series)
sci-fi au, exo planet au, exo power au, exo lucky one au, smut
2. Your Gasoline Scent - Oh Sehun x F!Reader (series)
Need For Speed au, racer au, gang au, smut
3. The Mandalorian & The Jedi - Oh Sehun x F!Reader (series)
Star Wars au, The Mandalorian AU, smut
4. Black Sea - Oh Sehun x F!Reader 
detective au, criminal au, enemies to lovers au, thriller, mystery, smut
5. A Little Witchcraft, part 2 - Oh Sehun x F!Reader (PART 1 already out)
witchcraft au, supernatural au
6. untitled - Oh Sehun x F!Reader 
werewolf au, little red riding hood au, smut
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projects 💭
1. Kim Jongin/Kai x F!Reader 
time travel au, sci-fi au, smut
You're just enjoying your day off from work, thinking about maybe watching that new movie that people keep talking about, when the literal air splits around you and a man appears out of nowhere. He's tall and handsome, and he tells you that he's been sent from the future to protect you. You think he's crazy—except you did see him come from nowhere. When he grabs your hand, you feel a spark. This man is here to save your life—and change it forever.
2. EXO/GOT7/NCT/WAYV/SVT/MX x F!Reader 
fake dating au (as there would be 12 blind dates, it’s a classic fake dating au just in time for the holidays. could potentially become an interactive mini series where you guys vote on who Y/N should take to meet her family), smut
Christmas is one of the most romantic times of the year, but can also be one of the loneliest. You join a dating service offering 12 blind dates in December. Will you find a date to your snobby family's Christmas Eve party, where no one ever shows up single?
3. Nakamoto Yuta x F!Reader 
You're spending the holidays away from family this year, having recently moved overseas to Japan. Expecting your Christmas will be uneventful, you plan to hunker down in your PJs and watch your favorite holiday movies. However, you soon discover that Christmas Eve is a romantic holiday in Japan, similar to Valentine's Day, in which couples spend time together and exchange gifts (and, for some reason, eat lots of fried chicken). A new acquaintance asks you out, and you have your first ever first date on Christmas Eve. 
4. either D.O/Doh Kyungsoo or Suho/Kim Junmyeon x F!Reader (ngl I’m leaning more towards ksoo for this one but hey you never know)
You are a young girl living abroad on a student scholarship at a very high-profile university. One day at the uni pub you meet a handsome young man with whom you fall in love with at first sight; you two have a wonderful night together and you hope to see him again, although you didn’t exchange contacts. The very next day you open the newspaper only to discover that you have been out with a crown prince.
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more to be added/modified in the future probably but unsure as my mind goes so fast and get done little
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jrueships · 3 years ago
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Bestie almost all of the clothes I tried on in the fitting room didn’t fit please tell me something cute about any of your ships before I start spiraling LMAO ����
The universe really SO jealous of us for being so that hot that it doesn't give us the clothes that'll make us look even hotter man!! Smh bruh we all have those days where the universe is our jealous ho bro 😔 sorry bout that but HOPEFULLY I can help!!!!
SINCE I believe ure a marcus/giannis enjoyer (what good taste) ... so. Like. Think about THIS photo but it's marcus/giannis
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Giannis brings all his trophies with him in bed and he sleeps hugging the giant championship trophy the first night after the win like it's a teddy bear. Marcus just has to deal with this man sleeping with like... ten pounds of metal or whatever in their bed JNWJF randomly giannis will wake up and shake marcus awake all panicked like "I STILL HAVE THEM, YES?? IT WAS NO DREAM???!!" And marcus groans but can't hide his laughter as he has to find the smaller conference trophy and place it into Giannis's arms as well so he'll calm down and go back to bed. Sometimes he won't go back to bed until Marcus reminds him that Yes, you ARE my champion now go the fuck back to sleep, man.
So yeah. Marcus has to deal with giannis adopting two new metal offspring now LMFAO that giannis constantly reminds him are His. Not Marcus's. JAJND but it's all playful tease so it's okay !!!
Another idea I have for them is a retro diner Cafe au.... giannis is helping at his family's diner by being a bus boy. Of course he goes around cleaning on a pair of skates and he knows all the customers by name!! Even the biker gang who wears four leaf clovers on their sleeves and stylish greaser gelled hair. Well- he's befriended Almost all the members of the funny four leafed clover biker gang... there's a new edition to the little entourage that visits, and he doesn't seem keen on chatting with anyone except for the members in his gang. He hangs around the old jukebox that only giannis knows how to work, his arms either crossed or down at his sides with the fingers hanging around his belt loops. Sometimes he lights a cigarette. Sometimes he squints angry at the jukebox. Either way, this stranger was going to be giannis's friend whether he wants to be or not.
Asking around for his name is too easy, no, giannis declines one of the waiter's(Jrue) offer to find out. He ignores Thanasis's annoyed suggestion that he needs to stop bothering the customers and go back to cleaning or at least help him cook. Who he Does listen to is another cook, a lot less bossy one, telling him good luck on the mystery. Pj was always a cool dude.
SO YEAH... there's the funsized expo for the story. Basically giannis tries to get marcus to open up to him by acting a clown each different Saturday he shows up to the diner. One day he tries to teach Marcus how to skate. Another day he helps him turn on the jukebox (that Marcus Really wanted on but was too stubborn to ask for help or look like he didn't know how to use it) , and another day he dances with him to the jukebox play!! One day Marcus even orders a milkshake but it 'mistakenly' came with two straws and they share it (despite thanasis scolding giannis for not doing his job LMFAO)
OVERALL it's just a bunch of fun retro based softness and tropes, but eventually Giannis does figure out Marcus's name and he laughs at how basic it is LMAO.
But YEAH!!! There's some of the quick ideas I can tell off the top of my head!!! I tried to answer this asap but I just opened the ask so 😭 if I'm too late I'm sorry LANNDJS ALSO if this wasn't really the ship u wanted to hear stuff about, just lemme know!!!! I am free to jabber about anything !!!!
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lostgirlinthewoods · 4 years ago
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GHOSTLORE | pjs x reader
- horror!au
Description:  There was no point in denying that Jisung is a curious boy. He entertains the idea of aliens, ghosts, monsters, and such; even going as far as visiting popular sightings. You know what they say, “curiosity kills the cat.”
Word Count: 4,142
Date: February 28, 2021
TW // HORROR, MURDER, SUICIDE, MENTIONS OF BLOOD
A/N: Finished this long ago but I totally forgot to upload it :((
- Part of my Bon Voyage special projects for NCT’s February celebrant.
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October 29 - Thursday
Jisung was mindlessly playing on his phone, bored and unmotivated, when Renjun came running to Jisung. His phone is in his hand, seemingly wanting to show something to the said boy. He was frantic and quite excited to show his phone screen to the said boy. "Look Jisung! It's just three blocks away here." Renjun clicked the article he saw on his twitter screen. 
THE CHILLING STORY OF “THE CURSED RED HOUSE” ON WOODVILLE
WOODVILLE, 2020 - It was November 01, 1878 when a quiet town was left in terror as a massive and horrible massacre happened in the, now infamously called The Cursed Red House. A family of five was found left bloodied and murdered inside the house - four of them were lying lifelessly in a pool of blood in their living room while their father was found hanged up in a rope in the master’s bedroom. Investigators have long concluded that the head of the family killed his children and wife before succumbing to his own demise based on the evidence presented on the scene. The mystery of what happened that night still leaves people speculating. Countless theories have been formed since then, but the most prominent one involved had left people frightened to even look at the innocent-looking red house.
May of 1986 when the family moved into the town - a family of five consisting of the parent and their two little girls and a teenage daughter. The mother was a bodice maker. Not long after they moved in, her popularity for her attentiveness at details started booming. And soon enough, townspeople are lining up to have their bodice made by her. Meanwhile, the father was a clock smith in one of the town central’s famous shops. Unbeknownst to others, he was a macabre writer on the side. Some accounts would state seeing him often in the local library with books about death. Despite the macabre background, the father was a decent man. Neighbors would often say he loved his children so much. It wasn’t until the summer of the next year came when changes started occurring in the household. Maybe it was due to the amount of books that had led the father to do such a horrendous thing. 
The mother would often tell her frequenter, in one of her bodice fitting, how afraid she is to sleep at night, how sleep at one night, and how sometimes she would stay in her children’s room just watching them sleep and making sure nothing would happen. When asked why, she would often say, “I can’t tell you that. He’s going to be mad.” The father has quit his job as a clock smith and stopped going to the community library. Where he spent most of his time remains unknown to the townspeople. Rumors about the father joining a satanic cult started circulating in the town and soon enough, no one even bothered to come near their house. The children stopped coming out of the house, often only seeing them looking out of their window longingly. Sudden screams and shrieks would be heard inside the house here and there but the neighbors don’t bother checking them out due to fear of being cursed by a demonic figure. Whatever that is, something haunting happened in the family before the night of the murder. 
It wasn’t surprising to say that ghost sighting is often felt, heard, and seen in the Cursed Red House. Oftentimes, when one’s gaze lingers for more than a minute in the said house, something unfortunate would occur to them - be it in the form of a fatal accident of even death. Every living soul who attempted to enter the said house had vanished with no traces of clue in the vicinity. It wasn’t a stretch to say there is something uncanny and frightening in the house. If you ever came by in Woodsville, never ever attempt to come near the Cursed Red House.  
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October 30 - Friday
“Come on, just come with me. This will be the last time I’ll ask you to come to these places.” Jisung begged like a madman while following you in your school’s massive cafeteria. You shook your head, once again. “You know how much I love you right? But I don’t love you enough to come with you there.” You continued walking, trying to ignore your boyfriend’s persistent voice. You weren’t exactly a fan of horror stories and such but ever since you started dating Jisung, you were basically forced to ghost-hunt with the said guy.  You must admit, it had been generally fun ghost hunting with him considering you never really encountered any supernatural being. But you’re not about to take any chances on this one. Not when the Red House had proven her ferociousness on multiple accounts. Not when there’s a rumor circulating that nobody had ever stepped out of that house after stepping a foot in it. 
“If you won’t come with me, I’m going alone then.”
“No, you won’t. It’s too dangerous out there.” You’re starting to get worried.
“How will I know if it’s truly dangerous if I don’t experience it myself.” He reasoned out. It seems like nothing would stop him from going. 
As you continue to persuade the poor, adventurous boy, you were hoping he would drop his curiosity of this place.
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October 31 - Saturday
You know you’re going to regret this as you make your way on the dark streets, the only lights illuminating your way are coming from the moon itself and the few streetlights along the corners of the blocks. It was 9 in the evening. The time of the night when you can already see the starry skies in its full bloom. Your walking shadow is your only companion as you make your way to the place you know you shouldn’t visit. To say the least, your walk was spooky. But you didn’t have any time to second guess as you saw the petrifying outline of the house you dread to see. In front of it was a figure, a familiar silhouette.  JISUNG.
Jisung texted you about going to The Cursed Red House an hour ago. Whatever the food he ate that day must have given him ample amounts of courage because as much as he loves horror, he’s a cowardly little hamster who always hides behind his partner’s back - that being you. Deep inside, you know he’ll come back immediately though. There’s no way he would be able to go inside. Yet, the following messages coming from him worried you a lot. 
mochisung; 8:28 p.m.
I’m here
                    You really went there alone?
I’m alone, couldn’t convince renjun to come with me
                     GO HOME!
                    This is not worth your time
y/n, i’m already in the front door though
                    Don’t come inside! 
this is scarier than i expected
                    that’s why you must come home
okay i’ve opened the door
                    NO JISUNG WHY WOULD YOU
as expected, it’s dark inside
                    OF COURSE! NOW COME BACK HOME!!
mochisung; 8:35
                    Ji, where are you?
                    Did you really come in?
                    why aren’t you answering your phone
                    THIS IS NOT FUNNY
There was no message following that. He wouldn’t even answer his phone.
mochisung; 8:41
FINALLY FOUND A SIGNAL
YOU WERE RIGHT
I SHOULDN’T COME HERE
Y/N, I’M SCARED
I CAN’T FIND THE EXIT
I THINK I’M TRAPPED IN HERE
WAIT THERE, I’M COMING
NO!
DON’T!!!
PLEASE DON’T COME HERE!
MFOOE
%LIRN
Y/N NO PLEASE EWFWDSQ
F32ERFE
EFET
FR
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COME HERE! SAVE ME!!!
This is why you found yourself walking towards the house with Jisung standing in front. He seems to be unscratched which made you exhale a sigh of relief.
“There you are. I was so worried about you.” You exclaimed as soon as you arrived besides him. There wasn’t any response. You checked to see how Jisung was doing. He was standing there, simply looking at the house with a blank stare.
You slightly nudged his arms and said with a comforting voice, “Come on! Let me take you home. You must have been so tired.” Whatever he had seen inside, you know you must comfort him.
There wasn’t any response. He was still standing there like a statue. His eyes never left the infrastructure in front you - not even blinking. You even had to look at his chest area just to make sure he was breathing. He was acting so strange and it’s starting to give you chills. 
“Hey, did the house scare you so much you malfunctioned?” You laughed awkwardly, trying to hide the fear in your voice. That’s when something in him clicked. He walked towards the house - not sparing you a glance. He walked until he stopped in front of the door.
Your mind is spiraling down. You have no clue if you should follow him and grab him home or whether you should call his name instead. Too afraid to do the former, you called his name. Your own voice echoing inside your ears. JISUNG! Come on, Jisung! Let’s go home. No matter how much you called him, he doesn’t seem to hear anything as he twists the knob of the door and continues his way inside. He had left you no choice but to follow him inside. 
Shivers went up your spine the moment you opened the door. It was cold inside. Darkness enveloped your eyes. You barely see anything. You blinked and blinked, trying to adjust your vision to the darkness embracing the surrounding. Goosebumps started to appear in your skin. Whether because it was chilly inside or if the ambience of the house was causing it, you don’t know. The moment you got an inkling sight of vision inside the room, Jisung was out of sight.
“JISUNG, WHERE ARE YOU?” You shouted. Your voice echoing right back. There wasn’t any sight of life inside as you continue to walk down the creepy house, trying to find any source of light. 
Soon enough, you arrived at what seemed like the dining area. It was massive. You carefully tiptoed around the area. It seems intrusive for you to be walking around this house. You can’t shake off the feeling that someone is watching you. The goose bumps in your skin had never once left. “Jisung, where are you? Please stop playing around.” You whispered to yourself, knowing very well that Jisung isn’t here.
That’s when you heard it, a giggle coming from what you assumed is a voice of a girl. You were frozen at your spot - too scared to move, too scared to make noise. The giggled followed by loud footsteps. They seemed to be running around the area. There was another giggle. It’s a different voice this time. The footsteps suddenly started to get louder. You cannot point out in which direction it is coming from. You closed your eyes, not wanting to see a glimpse of the running girls around you. 
“Oh look, who’s standing there? Let’s play!” You heard a voice. The footsteps started coming closer to you. 
Closer.
Louder.
There’s a whisper, “You don’t want to play with us anymore?”
“Y/N!”
You felt a hand on your shoulder. “Y/N!” It was Jisung’s voice. Your eyes remained closed, not sure of what’s happening.
“Y/N!! Y/N!! It’s me. Why are you here?” Jisung slightly shook your shoulders. You opened your eyes only to come face-to-face with your boyfriend’s looks. You immediately hugged him, shaken from what just happened. Eyes are starting to get wet from the pool of tears threatening to fall down from it.
“It’s okay. You’re okay. Don’t cry, please!” His words of consolation calms you down for a moment but somehow you know it’s not okay. It’s never going to be okay. 
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“What? You’re being ridiculous. I never sent you any messages after I came inside that house. There’s no signal here, look at your phone! There’s nothing even spooky in there. It’s just a normal, innocent house.” Jisung explained. You are sitting at the corner of Jisung’s bed while he was on his gaming chair. How you got out there safely, you don’t understand. The moment Jisung escorted you outside that house, you could only let out a sigh of relief, glad to be able to get out of that hellhole.
“No! I’m not mistaken, I can’t be wrong. Stop playing jokes on me.” Your tone was sharp. You are starting to get angry at Jisung. Whatever game he is playing, it’s starting to get on your nerves. You brought out your phone to and scrolled through your messages just to show him his messages. But there wasn’t any. You looked at it with disbelief. This can’t be true. Your mind cannot be playing any games with you, can it? He noticed your silence. 
“What’s wrong?” He stood up and walked over you. He sat next to you with concerned eyes.
“Did you or did you not wait for me outside that house?” You asked, hoping for the answer you were looking for. Your lower lip trembles at the sudden realization and intensity of the event.
“No. I didn’t.” He answered, almost too casually. As if nothing is wrong.
So it wasn’t him. It wasn’t him all along.
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November 01 - Sunday
You hurriedly dressed up in comfortable clothes as you were already late and Jisung is probably already waiting for you. Every Sunday, Jisung and his friends hang outs at Renjun’s home to watch movies or play games. The boys invited you to come to their weekend get together which you gladly agreed to. Truth to be told, yesterday’s event bothered you a lot. You explained everything to Jisung. And he did try to comfort you last night although it is clearly evident how shaken he was also. So you decided, for the sake of Jisung and his sanity, you will stop thinking of the said effect and act like nothing is wrong. You figured the both of you will eventually forget it anyways. After putting on a decent and comfortable outfit, you went down on the stairs. Your steps are quick yet light as you skipped through the steps. You saw your mom’s figure in the living room. “Mom, I’m going out!” You said.
There was no response. You carefully observed her. She was talking to someone on her phone while pacing around. You figured she just didn’t hear you. You walked closer to her. Then you heard.
“No, no. She--- she did not come last night. I was waiting the whole night.”
Who didn’t come home last night?
“Her boyfriend. I believe she was with her boyfriend. Jisung. His name is Jisung. He also didn’t come home.”
Why is your mom mentioning Jisung to random people?
Jisung didn’t come home? Your mom is mistaken. 
“Please just find her.” She was choking up. 
You called her name.
Once.
Twice.
Going thrice.
No response.
What’s going on? What’s wrong with your mom?”
“Please just find my Y/N.”
The sudden realization came to you. You and Jisung weren’t able to leave the cursed house safely.
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As soon as you left the front door, Jisung was already there waiting for you. Judging from the look on his face, he probably already realized the circumstances the both of you were under. You hurriedly ran to his arms and hugged him tightly. You couldn’t help but to weep as he quietly hugged and kept your shaking body in his arms.
As soon as he heard you sniffle, something in his eyes shifted, “We should come back. Maybe we can do anything.”
“No, Ji! I’m not going back there. I can’t go back.” You pulled away from his embrace and looked directly at his eyes.
“Listen Y/N!” He steadied your figure, knowing how weak your knees must be from crying. “We have nothing to lose now. We don’t know what’s going on.” You continued to shake your head. There’s no way you're stepping a foot in there again. He looked at you carefully, observing the way you were acting. He hasn't seen you like this before - so shaken, so broken, and full of fear. 
“I’m sorry. This is all my fault.” He said softly as he wiped a tear away from your cheeks. “If you don’t want to go back. At least, allow me to go there. Let me fix this for you.” He whispered as he hugged you again. You’re scared - too frightened to make sense of what is happening. But you’re not going to let Jisung go there alone. No, you wouldn’t.
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The one advantage of going in that house in the daylight is that the windows offered you enough lighting to roam around the house with clear visibility of what is there in front of you. Your arm was looped around Jisung’s as the both of you carefully walked around the house. There was no sign of life here. No noise. No everything. The house remains chilly though. You felt like someone was watching you every move you take. The both of you walked upstairs. As soon as you got up, you saw it with your own eyes. Along the halls of the house are various photo frames. There were different faces every frame. Jisung removed your arms on his as he carefully walked around.
“I didn’t see this last night.” He gulped.
“What do you mean?” He looked at you. His eyes widening, disbelief written all over it.
“This is not here last night. This is just a simple hallway, no photos.” He said while frantically looking around.
“You must be wrong.” You know he wasn't wrong. For an abandoned house, this is clearly a clean one. As if someone is living here and maintaining the cleanliness of the house. There are no cobwebs at sight. There are barely any dusts.
Jisung continued to walk, observing each photo. You were following him closely. You stopped at your track when you noticed something in the corner of your eye. There was a mirror in there. The mirror itself would be enough to scared you but what caught your attention was the reflection that stare right back at you
Jisung continued to walk towards the end of the hallway. He didn’t notice you weren’t next to him anymore. As he reached the end, he saw the largest portrait hanging in the room. It’s a family portrait - a painted one. It looks old judging by how the canvas of the painting looked a little yellowish. There are five people in the photo. A middle-aged man with a few white strands of hair, a middle-aged woman with a slight crow-feet in her eyes, two little girls who were smiling brightly, but what caught his attention was the last person. It was a teenage girl with long wavy locks. Her lips were slightly turned upwards in a shy, small smile. Her eyes were full of life, he can feel it even if he was only looking at the portrait. There was something eerily familiar with this girl. You ran on the hallway quickly. He heard your footsteps and turned towards you. You stopped running to catch your breath. “Why did you leave me, Ji?” You were panting as you talked. There was a decent distance between the both of you. You looked up and met his eyes. That’s when it all clicked. That’s why it was so familiar. Jisung realized. Your eyes answered it all for him.
You are the girl in the portrait. 
“Are you avoiding me?” You said, confused as you see Jisung stepped backward.
“You know what, I suddenly realized something. The reason why you were able to leave this house. It’s because you were with me.” You exclaimed with a joyful tone, smiling at him.
“I don’t understand.” His eyes were shaking as he walked backwards, avoiding you.
“Didn’t the picture explain it enough? You saw it right?” Jisung was trembling under your gaze. The sun is setting down as the light illuminating the room slowly turns into darkness. But Jisung can still clearly see his reflection in your dark eyes.
“I’m that teenage daughter you read about. This body died 8 years ago. Poor girl was riding her bicycle when she accidentally stumbled into this house. She didn’t have to die like that, but I needed a body. I wanted to explore.” You said casually; acting like you pity the poor girl but it only went shiver down Jisung’s spine as he recognized the monotony of your voice. You were acting like you pity the girl when you were actually playing a game all along. You are no longer the nice and sweet girlfriend he fell in love with. You must have recognized the look on his face.
“You’re not Y/N! You’re not! You’re not!” He continuously repeated to himself. 
“Don’t worry too much though. You were the perfect first boyfriend for me. I love you, Ji! Please don’t be scared.” You pouted. “I mean, I’m still Y/N! It’s not the exact body, but didn’t you love me too?” You said. Your tone changed into a sad one. He was confused whether it’s a genuine one or not. He was frightened and you noticed it.
“Come on!” You raised your voice. “What are you afraid of? I’m your girlfriend! You didn’t even get to meet the original owner of this body.” You stood firmly, obviously mad at his reactions. You couldn’t understand him. “You think I’m disgusting, don’t you? For killing her soul?” He looked down at the floor. His breathing uneven and his body still trembling. Whatever dark forces are following you is too overwhelming for him. He can no longer walk away as his back touched the wall behind him. “The body dies. The soul lives forever. I needed a house for my soul. I needed to experience the world. Is that hard to understand, Ji?” He flinched at the nickname you called him; the nickname that he used to love hearing. You were devious. Something evil is embracing you and he can feel every inch of it. The last thing he saw was your sweet smile and gentle eyes at him as his consciousness fades in the background.
“It took you long enough to realize what was going. Mom’s going to be mad but it’s the hundredth body you brought here.”
“Absolutely. Mom didn’t want me to be like you. But I like the feeling of it.” You looked at the unconscious Jisung lying lifelessly in the middle of a drawn red circle. Candles were surrounding his body. “You know what. I won’t get all the credits. He’s a curious boy. He loves ghost hunting so much. I didn’t need to lure him at all. Too bad, I did like him a lot though.”
“Maybe we can keep his soul around here if you liked him so much. We won’t consume his soul for you. But that’s only if he’ll be one of us.” The soul of the living is what makes all of you alive in this world. You don’t have to cross the afterlife as long as you have the soul of a living person in you. You hummed in response, “Well, I hope he accepts your offer then.”
“Even if he accepts my offer, you’ll kill him anyhow. Just the way you killed your mom and sisters before.”
“They were being annoying dad! You know that. We did nothing wrong. There’s nothing wrong with practicing black magic, I believe. Mom was being unreasonable and she deserved it.” Your eyes were sharp and your tone changed into a fierce one.
“Anyway, so tell me. Did I pass the test, dad?” You continued. Your voice is as sweeter as the smile you offered him.
“Absolutely, my love. ”
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November 05 - Friday
“Two high school students had been missing for five days after planning on visiting the infamous Cursed Red House. They had been identified as Park Jisung and Y/N. Whether they indeed go to the Cursed Red House or not, officials had yet to find out. Information about this matter had remained unknown. Whether they got lost due to supernatural reasons or whether there’s a kidnapper in the lost had remained a mystery. If you have any information about this case, please contact the Woodville Police.” The reporter stated and photos of you and Jisung appeared on the television’s monitor.
Inside the Cursed Red House, two newly added photo frames hanging in the hallway appeared. It was a picture of the body you used and Jisung. Both of which were smiling at the portrait. Along with the photos are hundreds of pictures of various people of different backgrounds posted on the wall. They were just two of the hundreds of people who attempted and failed to uncover the secret of the said house.
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© lostgirlinthewoods
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kimjoongs-main · 4 years ago
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—all hallows eve ; pjs
member park jisung
genre fantasy au/fluff
word count 2.6k
warning(s) n/a
dia’s note finally we get to meet our resident bookseller! i was kind of on the fence about posting this since i’m not completely satisfied, but i’m learning to be less critical of my works so here it is lol, hope you enjoy!
Known for his flawless knowledge of each and every one of the books amongst the shelves, the young bookseller has certainly made a name for himself in the kingdom. He was undoubtedly adored by the locals and travelers alike—magical beings or otherwise. 
Meet the other residents of Wisteria
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Jisung’s time at the bookshop first started when he was fourteen. His father, a very powerful mage, was unfortunately killed in the Great War when Jisung was only ten years old. His mother, a mere human, had left long before Jisung could comprehend who she was and what she was supposed to mean to him.
He was never given the opportunity to learn about her.
It wasn’t taboo, per se, for those born from magic to be involved with humans. But it was quite rare, and those who chose to pursue their desires for each other were often met with scandalized glares from both sides.
Jisung’s parents met at his mother’s flower shop. His father used to work for the Crown, and he had wandered in, seeking a bouquet to purchase as a gift. The Queen had just announced her pregnancy with her first child, and the entire castle was frantic in their search for a congratulatory gift. Knowing of her affinity for flora, Jisung’s father made his way to the kingdom’s renowned flower shop, not expecting to fall in love with the maiden hidden behind the leaves.
Because of the absence of any other parental figure in his life, Jisung had no other choice but to move in with his uncle.
Well, he wasn’t really his uncle.
The man in question was a good friend of Jisung’s father, a fellow mage, who also happened to be the owner of the town’s beloved bookshop, Novelty Novels. Unlike any other bookshop in the six kingdoms, this one had novels, novelas, and anthologies graced with magical properties—each unique for every book.
A tale about romance would be laced with a charm that would occasionally release a sweet yet bitter scent, allowing the reader to live vicariously through those who were unfortunate enough to be star-crossed lovers. A tale of mystery and wonder would occasionally have clues appear in the margins—subtle enough as to not give away the ending, but inducing enough to push the reader in the right direction.
Jisung wasn’t much of an avid reader, but he did take it upon himself to become familiar with every single book on the shelves: their content, their magical properties, and their location. He thought it would allow for a more efficient interaction with the customers should they need any assistance.
And it certainly made his life easier.
After an eternity and a half, Jisung finally finished bagging up the last few purchases. As soon as the door closed and the shop lacked any sort of physical presence, the young boy sighed. Too tired to leave his post, Jisung waved his hand in a circular motion and the sign on the door flipped, presenting the words–
Closed: Please come back tomorrow.
He internally winced at the thought of his uncle finding out he used magic without his permission. It was only a small amount though, barely substantial enough to cause any real damage.
He would be fine.
Leaning back on the counter behind him, Jisung reached over to the side  and gently caressed the soft, white lump of fur resting on the nearby windowsill. Said lump wriggled at the contact, moving about to reveal a pair of ears, a rosy button nose, and four wispy whiskers—two on each side of the nose. Jisung smiled, allowing the bunny to hop across his arm and settle comfortably on his shoulders.
He nuzzled his nose into her fur and sighed, eyes droopy.
The sun was just about to set beneath the horizon, and people in the square were beginning to light the torches outside their shops, blissfully unaware of the ashy clouds looming over them. Usually, the bookshop would stay open for a few hours more, but ever since Jisung’s uncle left for his trip, leaving the poor boy to run the shop on his own, he was given the grace to close up earlier than usual—much to Jisung’s delight.
With the extra time he had to spare, he would usually spend it at the Harrownight Inn and enjoy a warm, steamy bowl of Mark’s specialty soup. Or he would bring his bunny, Mabel, to Chenle’s menagerie and let her play around with his creatures.
Crack.
Jisung flinched, skirting away from the window sharply. Mabel, who had just begun to doze off on her owner’s shoulder, was positively perplexed as she hopped onto the counter, foot thumping loudly on the wood to express her indignation. Jisung muttered a soft ‘sorry’ and gently patted her head, letting his fingers run over her silky fur.
He heard shouts and complaints from outside and walked over to the door, peering through the clear glass. Large droplets of rain poured down on the streets, slamming against the cobblestone pathways and soaking the front of the other shops. Jisung snickered when he saw Jeno a few feet away. The poor baker was frantically scrambling to open the door to the bakery—all while balancing a tray of pastries on his other hand.
Jisung shook his head, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth, and stepped away from the door, moving toward one of the chairs in the back of the shop and plopping down on it. The sound of quiet, yet rhythmic, pitter-patters followed, and soon Mabel was clambering up Jisung’s leg. Her owner chuckled as he bent down and carefully scooped her up in his arms, resting her against his chest.
“It looks like we’ll have to visit Chenle some other day,” he sighed.
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You cursed under your breath, feet picking up speed as you darted through the empty streets. You frantically tugged your hood over your head, pulling it so that it covered half of your face.
The rain was beating down hard, and you instantly regretted not accepting the lovely tea owner’s offer to stay in her shop and wait for the rain to pass. You had simply bid her farewell, darting out of the shop and bumping into a few individuals during your hasty exit.
The inn was at the other end of the square, but you could barely make out the path ahead of you—hidden behind a dense veil of fog. At this rate, you’ll end up back at the inn with more bruises and scratches than when you first came.
Choosing safety over comfort, you dashed to the nearest shop, seeking refuge underneath the awning. Sore and tired from holding your hood up, your arm fell limply at your side, and you collapsed onto the wooden door behind you. Tiny droplets of rain dripped down your fingertips and into the puddle next to your feet. The cobblestone streets were absolutely drenched, and you internally winced at the thought of what would’ve happened if you had kept running.
Most of the townspeople had already retreated into their shops—not a single person left wandering the streets. You glanced over your shoulder, eyes flitting over the sign above the door.
Novelty Novels
You recognized the name—a few of Renjun’s spellbooks and Mark’s recipe books were tagged with it. Taking a closer look inside, you spotted rows upon rows of bookshelves—lined in neat, straight lines starting from one end of the shop to the other. The shelves were completely stocked with books of all genres and sizes, leaving no room in between. The lamps in the shop were still flickering, so you softly knocked on the wooden door, hoping that someone was still inside and they would let you take refuge until the rain cleared.
You waited for a few seconds, eyes darting back and forth, checking to see if there was a person walking up to the door.
You, however, certainly weren’t expecting that person (or not person in this case) to be a small bunny, hopping along the wooden floorboards. It appeared between a row of shelves, making its way towards the entrance in a zig-zag motion. As soon as it got close enough, you bent down and tapped the glass gently, grabbing the creature’s attention.
It traveled over to where your hand made contact with the glass and nuzzled its nose against. A tender giggle bubbled from your lips as you easily became charmed by the darling little critter. In fact, you were so entranced with the bunny that you failed to notice a pair of legs standing right behind it.
A tiny shriek sounded from your throat as the door was suddenly thrust open, sending you tumbling into the puddle right behind you. You winced at the feeling of water soaking through your coat and garments.
“Oh–I am terribly sorry! A-Are you all right?” A gentle, but firm hand gripped your upper arm, pulling you up from the ground. You patted down your legs, ridding your clothing from any dirt or leaves that may have gotten stuck to them.
In front of you stood a boy, whom you assumed was the store’s shopkeep, looking at you with the most concerned gaze. His eyebrows were pulled together, and his lips were set in a small frown. He had his hands hovering over you—not quite sure what to do with them. You took notice of the bunny that was no longer on the ground, but on his shoulder instead. Its eyes were peering curiously at you, and as if it shared the same sentiment as the boy before you, the tiny creature gracefully hopped into your own shoulder.
The boy gasped as he reached out, plucking the bunny off your shoulder and holding it up in front of his face.
“Mabel, where are your manners?” the young shopkeep scolded, lips set into a deep frown. His bunny, Mabel, just scrunched her nose up and proceeded to wriggle out of his grasp, landing gracefully on the wooden floorboards.
The shopkeep focused his attention back to you, bowing slightly.
“My apologies—Mabel is a very ‘act first, think later’ type of creature. Please pay no heed to her  unrestrained nature. It seems I have been quite lax with her training.”
You smiled softly at the conflicted expression on the boy’s face, reaching up to tug the strings of your coat loose. You neatly folded the fabric over your forearm, staying mindful of the dark, wet patch near the hem.
“No need to apologize,” you assured him. “I’m sure she, nor you, meant no harm.”
At the mention of what happened earlier, the shopkeeper’s ears flushed a deep red as he stiffly rubbed the back of his neck.
“Ahh yes—I truly did not mean to startle you. I just wanted to know if you would like to come in.” He gestured to the ongoing cascade of rain hitting the streets. “I doubt being out here is anything more than pleasant.”
You laughed breathlessly, running a hand through your damp hair.
“I certainly would appreciate that, thank you,” you said kindly. The shopkeeper smiled back (albeit not as enthusiastically) and motioned for you to enter.
Once the door was shut, you released a sigh of relief, grateful to be surrounded by the warmth of the shop. You took a quick peruse of the interior, enthralled by its cozy and inviting atmosphere. The ceiling was coated with intricate designs, swirling and curling over the dark wood as it traveled down to the floorboards. The twisted staircase in the back of the store was almost obscured by the rows of shelves, but you didn’t miss the array of flora weaving in and out of the bars and railings.
(If you had looked close enough, you would have noticed the way they shimmered under the glow of the lamplights.)
Directly in front of you, in the midst of all the literary clusters, was the front desk. The surface itself was clean and polished, but judging from the pile of novels and documents peeking out from behind the desk, you saw it as a product of hastiness and the desire to clean. You slyly glanced over at the young shopkeeper, a shy smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
You couldn’t fault him for that—you were the same way. The haphazard pile of paintbrushes and parchments back at the inn served as a testament to that statement.
“If you don’t mind me asking,” the shopkeeper began, wringing his hands together nervously. “But you’re taking residence at Harrownight, correct?”
Your eyes widened in surprise and tilted your head to the side.  “How did you know?”
“I saw you chatting with Mark when you first came in,” he said. “When I noticed you crouching outside my shop, I recognized your face and that’s why I let you in.”
You quirked an eyebrow. “So are you saying that if you hadn’t recognized me, then you wouldn’t have let me in?”
The words sounded accusatory, but there was hardly any real bite to them. You just wanted to observe his reaction, finding yourself instantly charmed by his innocent nature. You bit back a giggle at the way his eyes widened comically at the statement. He brought his hands up, waving them back and forth in an attempt to defend his case.
“N-No, of course not! I was just trying to–”
You held your hand up, effectively cutting him off. Gentle laughs tumbled from your lips.
“It was merely a jest,” you assured. “I appreciate the hospitality. I’ve noticed it’s quite common amongst you kingdom folk.”
You thought back to your first encounter with Mark, and the way he did everything he could to ensure you were comfortable. Even Renjun, with his snarky persona, was thoughtful and considerate in his own way; you vaguely registered the light weight of the salve in your satchel.
The shopkeeper finally smiled, a genuine one. “Yes, we take pride in making sure that travelers have a pleasant stay in the capital. It can be quite burdensome for those from the countryside to adapt to a bustling city like Wisteria.”
He peered at you, big brown eyes shining with curiosity. “Speaking of, where exactly did you journey from?”
It was a question you should have expected—you were a traveler after all—but that didn’t make answering it any easier. If you were being honest, you couldn’t remember the last time you were blessed to be in the comfort of a home, your own or otherwise. After the Great War, thousands of people and creatures were left unsupported and had no choice but to leave. They became aimless wanderers traveling through the country in search of a purpose once again—you were one of them.
You didn’t have a simple answer, so you took the easy way out.
“I’m from the East.” You smiled warily. “My family and I lived on the outskirts, a few miles from Aurora.”
The shopkeeper’s face dawned in understanding, his mouth forming an ‘o’ shape. “Ahh yes, Aurora is a wonderful kingdom. Well, I hope your stay in Wisteria is more than enjoyable.”
He leaned in closer, bringing his hand up cup around his mouth, resembling the image of gossiping maidens in the corner streets.
“And please do not hesitate to come to me if Mark’s service is anything but adequate. I will make sure he hears it from me.” The young boy finishes off with a wink, making you burst into a fit of laughter.
He stuck his hand out sharply, scrunching his nose up endearingly. “I’m Jisung, pleased to make your acquaintance. And uh, well you’ve already met Mabel.”
You took his hand in yours, shaking it. “The pleasure is all mine. I’m Y/n.”
You were fairly certain this wouldn’t be the last time you stepped foot into the shop.
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gryfon-spanish-werewolf · 4 years ago
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About the frozen fandom ask :
🎨, ✍️, and 👗
P.s remember to get enough sleep~
@like-redhead-probably I got enough sleep I swear ;-; actually I overslept TBH
🎨- Favorite fanart(s)/ artist(s)?
I’m gonna limit my answers to those who are currently active in the fandom otherwise we will be here all day xD. Anyone who has seen my tags knows this  to be true. My favorite fan artists are:
@giuliaciulia89 - because asdfghjklssh have you SEEN her line art?? And her expressions?? And how she does shading and color (with markers!! Traditional Art YO!!) literally is just... takes my breath away. Her recent Hogwarts Elsanna commission was absolutely delightful, but I am always delighted to see her original content as well such as her 101 Dalmatians au and her All For One And All For Love Three Musketeers au. It has so many mysteries, I’m very intrigued. Watching her process is very relaxing as well, like *sketch, sketch, sketch* and suddenly WHOA, there’s like, a whole concept outlines in no time at all. Incredible
@zero-kiba - because while much more active on Deviantart, I am ALWAYS extremely gay for Copper! That’s been going on 5 WHOLE YEARS Y’ALL! I stayed up until the sun started creeping through my windows catching up on every single page that I’d missed out after about 2017 when I started working full time. Zero-kiba’s work is BOMBASTICALLY expressive and really hits that mark between UTTERLY badass and heart-meltingly soft. Also do yourselves a favor and read their other works too! Tip of the Iceberg is Copper characters in a comedy setting, The Realm is 65 pounds of concentrated whoop-ass, and The Whole Shebang?? Gay has hell. Really gay. I cannot stress that enough (also it’s a little self plug - I help make that one alongside Zero-Kiba, daughterofhel and giuliaciulia89)
@ice-bjorn - because like.... do I even need to....expand?? Y’all have seen my tags. Ice-bjorn’s got the kind of content that just pulls you up short. Doing something? Concentrating? Not anymore you’re not! Ice-bjorn posted new art and you’re gonna FEEL ABOUT IT for the current conceivable future! Unbelievably emotive, you can see all the hard work that goes into each piece (including writing!!). I’ve gone OFF in my tags so many times about their stuff and I aLWAYS anticipate doing it again XD I can’t possibly pick a favorite piece, but this one gives me the warm fuzzies (Edit: although I did link another further down)
@jabs-wocks - because they constantly surprise me. One day ADORABLE! Next day ANGSTY. Next time? New style?? New type of coloring?? Always has a great sense of humor and unique ideas. Also, such an enabler xD Always makes me want to make something in turn <3 Like, remember when I went OFF with that angsty piece of Anna drowning after the dam collapses? Or when I nearly ditched my (already very long) project to idea bomb on about their Skadi!Elsa piece? Yeah, I love their work very much
 @gracepago0314 - because I’m a long time fan from when they had a different username! Great style, strong short comics, and WOW have they come a long way! They already had such a strong aesthetic, but seeing their work at the top of 2020 was such a treat because it was SUCH a change! I loved seeing what I recognized about their unique style and getting to see all the ways they’ve improved and expanded! Also that reincarnation au goes straight for the heart ;-;
✍️- Favorite fanfic(s)/ author(s)?
Limiting my answer to the same for the same reasons. Many of my favorite authors are no longer active, but my heart is very big, and I am always making room for new stories and writers to love!
@fruipit - because every time I get an email from ao3 that they’ve updated I go ballistic. Every story I have ever read (or reread... many times) by them is just SO INCREDIBLE. Their writing makes me make bad decisions: like fighting sleep to make it through one last chapter xD Their work makes me ask questions, their stories flows like a needle and thread, their diction makes me believe. I have nothing but the highest praise for Fruipit’s work, they’ve been writing for years and continue to pick at that gentle thing called wonder. Choosing a favorite work of theirs is GENUINELY DIFFICULT, but I love Risky Business, Koselig, and When Spring Comes very much. Tiny Hearts is a riot tho xD Oh wait and Who Dares Wins! .....Look just... go read Fruipit, you won’t regret it xD
@arendellesfirstwinter - because after years and years they just bang out one badass story after another. Their most recent (and with the dawn, what comes then?) has reduced me to tears twice. No. Three times, I reread a chapter. Their writing is exceptionally raw and pointed, but they are never angsty for angst sake. Their prose has the kind of weight one gets from having a huge amount of intent and care for what they create, and the characters they foster along the way <3
@daughterofhel - because I enjoy the simple pleasures of comedy. Literally just makes me laugh. Her dialogue SLAPS. Her world building is effortless (well, it’s not, she works very hard but it FEELS effortless, which is quite the trick xD). Her stories just WORK, her scenes are so alive and colorful and I adore how she makes characters interact even under the most RIDICULOUS prompts xD Exceptionally creative and silly, I guarantee she will surprise you for the better
@themountainsays - because every story idea is completely fascinating. Even if it’s not like, written yet? Just idea bombing or musing? Totally cool, I love reading them because you can feel the excitement behind them. Or the spite xD. Ara’s writing is also almost lyrical, it’s lovely to read, and honestly? Read out loud too! I’m a huge fan of spoken poetry/spoken stories and Ara’s always gives me that vibe. I’m behind (orz) on Creatures of the Arctic, but it’s SO FUN, I’m always keen on updates :D
@theseerasures - because I adore their frohana stuff. So freaking much. Kristanna + Icebros with so much tenderness that I just stare at my screen and go “holy hell someone MADE that.” Reading their work is like... being given a soft blanket to wrap yourself in, receiving a mug of hot chocolate, and then being told “Okay, now here’s a story that’s going to make you feel feelings really hard,” and you kind of nod back like, “Okay, seems fair.” Idk man they just get me real good, every time. For years.
👗- Favorite outfit? One you’d like to see?
Picking a favorite is hard! But please for the love of god: bring Anna’s military-esque jacket/dress to the silver screen. Holy hell. I’m such a sucker for how absolutely DASHING Elsa and Anna look in masculine/military dress. @giuliaciulia89 and @ice-bjorn both here and here get me xD But I also love their highly feminine outfits? Anna’s coronation dress in F1 is a fav and of course Elsa’s ice-dress is iconic, but my absolute favorites? I don’t know, they’re all so beautiful...
Oh! You know what else I’d want? Casual wear. They’re always dressed up for adventure! Or a fancy party! Let the crew relax more! More day-to-day, more cozy pjs! Kristoff in a big oversized shirt, Elsa in Fifth-Spirit inspired sleepwear, Anna in clothes made by their new Northudran family - complete with little hexagons but like, lined with soft reindeer fur <3. I’d love to see them when the world isn’t falling down around their ears, for more than 5 minutes, please ;-;
Thanks again for asking!! I know this is a few days late but I hope my jabbering made up for it ^_^
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donttellpeterparker · 5 years ago
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Mafia Boss
Summary: Your boring life living behind sheltered tall walls inside a mansion was about to become a lot less boring once Tom comes along, a rivaling Mafia boss who just may know how to settle the feud.. you.
Requested: No
Word Count: 1.4k
Warning(s)?: Mob!Tom, AU, Spanish parts (used google so may not be accurate), Threats, Swearing??
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⤍ Part 2
Mafia Boss
Growing up behind the gates inside a huge mansion as your father and eldest twin brothers deal in illegal drug trafficking and street racing wasn't exactly ideal for you. You hated it, hated the fat that your family sold drugs and build a massive emperor out of it. You hated the fact that you eldest brother street raced every other night claiming 'These streets' as their own. In the end it worked, dad got the Estate he's always wanted, surrounded by bodyguards 24/7 with millions to follow.
But with the money came the enemies. The constant danger around every corner for not only him but also the entire family. You questioned why he even wanted this in the first place but gave up once the answers started getting scary.
So with another mouthful of Ben and Jerry's choc chip cookie dough ice cream you huffed and got off the couch, finally feeling the urge leave prison. You made your way through the 'house', only in your pj's and came across you dads office on the first floor. You sighed inwardly once you saw Harry and Gary standing outside the door in guard.
''Hey Harry, how's the kids?'' You asked friendly, getting alone quite well with both him and Gary. You knew them both since you were in diapers. The both of them felt more like they were friends of the family rather then bodyguards.
''They're going good, Ashley started pre-school last week and already managed to create chaos'' his youngest was always trouble, especially when she came over and you got to babysit her. You nodded along and laughed.
''She's growing up that one'' Gary piped in causing us all to smile. Tugging the silk robe tighter around my body I nod towards the door wondering if it was okay for me to go in. At times we had men that would be over and dad would put at least three guards on me saying they were 'dangerous'. Of course they were, but I knew what that code was for, it was for his enemies. The people he pissed off or was about to.
''Can I go in?'' Both Harry and Gary glanced at each other and shake their heads, not even bothering to mic in to ask my father.
''Not right now pumpkin, he's in a meeting''
''That's what you always say'' I comment back a little annoyed. Gary just smiles and pats me on the head like he use to when I was a child and like always, I grimace.
''For real this time, come back later'' you furrowed your eyebrows together. Your dad had promised he'd take you out today for some father-daughter time. What has come up now?
''But he promised-''
''We know'' This time it was Harry who spoke up. I surrendered and turned to walk away with a scowl. This was so unfair.
''He's sorry'' Gary calls out to me even though I was already half way down the hall. I just nod to myself sadly.
''He always is''
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Given that the previous day was non-eventful you were determined to make this one better. You were almost fed up that you wanted to just walk into the office but knew that wasn't the smartest idea. He would kill you.
You woke up in the same pj's as yesterday and hopped down the stairs towards the kitchen and smiled over at Maria as she prepared breakfast.
''Qué estás haciendo (What are you doing) Darling? Please, go shower'' you giggled and plopped yourself down in front of her.
''Ya tengo (I have already) Miss Maria, Qué hay para desayunar (What is for breakfast)?'' You learnt Spanish from Maria since you were 5 years old, it was almost as if it was your second language.
''Very nice'' Maria complimented earning a cheeky smile from you. You reached your hand across the counter quickly and snatched a piece of toast happily popping it in your mouth. Maria scolded you in Spanish as you just smiled.
''I'll give breakfast to dad this morning'' You spoke up after swallowing the mouthful of food. Maria glanced up and shook her head.
''Nonsense Corazoncita (Little heart), I'll have it up shortly'' Even she was acting strange this morning as were Gary and Harry yesterday.
''It's on my way'' You were leaving no room for arguing. You were sick of the hiding. You got up out of your seat once you saw one of the cooks place a plate down. Maria quickly shoot out to grab it before you had a chance to.
''Go upstairs and get changed, we'll have a girls day'' You furrowed your eyebrows at her weird behaviour. Something was definitely up.
''Maria, spill'' She frowned and slowly popped down the plate as she began to explain to you what was going on. You shook your head once she was finished, not believing what your dad was up to now.
''This is ridiculous'' With this you grabbed the plate and headed straight for his office. You managed to sneak past the two new bodyguards standing by his door and opened the doors, balancing the plate on your arm.
You eyes took a few seconds to realise your father was not alone. There were two new heads you have never seen before, both wearing expensive looking suits. All three were around the massive table, sheets, pens and glasses of water in front of them, a scared looking waiter in the corner. You swiftly placed the food down in front of your dad before glancing up to meet one of the men's gaze. He had soft chocolate brown eyes with brown disheveled hair, a small stubble that complimented his sharp jawline. The guy looked like he was sculptured by the gods.
It took your breath away until one of them cleared their throats. You could feel your fathers glare on you, his arm quickly tugging on yours.
''What the hell are you doing in here?'' He hissed quietly to you so only you heard. However, your gaze was still connected with the handsome devil not a few feet away from you. Shit, you were only in your pj's, you bet you looked awful.
''Breakfast...'' was all you mumbled. He quickly let you go and got two bodyguards to swiftly escort you out, a frown settling down on your face. As the doors slammed shut behind you, the two guards now blocking the door you scowled and turned to walk away.
You never got to find out what the hell was going on.
~*~*~*~*
Tom's pov#
''As I was saying, I am sure we can come to some sort of arrangement-'' I wanted to scoff at the old man. There was absolutely no way he was getting out of this.
''We can...'' My mind started racing back to moments before when the mysterious girl walked in. She was perfect for what I had in mind.
''I want the girl'' I could see the man visible freeze. So he was close to her, good. I glance over towards Harrison, my best friend and second in charge and smirked as he did the same.
''I'm sorry, that's simply not possible'' I folded my hands together and placed them on the table leaning over slightly. My eyes grew darker as I could feel my anger and annoyance begin to rise once again with the man.
''The girl or I take your whole Emperor'' I say menacingly, watching him squirm under my gaze.
''Do we have a deal?'' I ask, growing impatient. I had another appointment to get to and honestly, this guy was driving me up the wall. A minute longer here and I'd have him dead. He gulped visibly causing me to smirk.
''I-i'll g-g-et back to y-you'' I glance over at Harrison one last time before rising from the table suddenly, adjusting my suit while sending a warning smile towards Mr Y/L/N.
''I'll be in touch'' With that I turned around and walked towards the door, two men opening it for both Harrison and I. We turned down the hallway as my bodyguards followed suit, leading us out towards two black SUV'S. Sitting down in the backseat, a bodyguard closed the door as I popped out my phone, immediately beginning research on his precious girl.
His daughter? Well this just gets better and better.
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A/N: I'm so tempted to create a mini series out of this! This feels like it could be really good! Let me know what you guys think and if you’d like another part! xox
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dust-broken-berry · 4 years ago
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Part 9 is here, second post will be out up
Part 9: The Wanderer 
    PJ had to stay in the hospital for around two weeks and now he finally was able to leave. He still had a hard time moving so he was given crutches. He didn’t want to use them but knew that he had to and that his parents would make him even if he was bakery able to walk. Ink was still worried, helping PJ do just about everything despite PJ saying repeatedly that he was fine.
“I’ll be fine mom, you have to go back to everyone else.”
“They can wait a bit longer”
“They’ve waited for two weeks”
“I know...it’s fine though, again they can wait.”
“Mom there’s alot going on and all I’m doing is going home. I’ll be fine, ok?”
    Ink was still hesitant to leave PJ, but slowly nodded and said-
“Fine I’ll go, but be carefull”
“I will”
    Ink gave PJ a hug and hesitantly left. Fresh walked back in the room and asked.
“You ready?”
“Yep let’s go”
    Fresh helped PJ out of the room, it took a minute but he got used to his crutches.
    They both made it out of the hospital and started walking to Error’s and Ink’s house. But as they walked PJ saw something.
“Hey Fresh look over there, through the trees.”
    Fresh looked and saw some guy lying on the ground.
“It’s probably just some bum”
“No...I don’t think so they look different”
“Hm, what do you mean?’
“Well look, they don’t fit AU.”
    Fresh looked back at the guy on the ground
“I kinda see it”
    They were just leaving Underswap where there were cheerful and happy monsters, normally wearing bright and happy colors. While this guy appeared to be wearing rather dark and dreier clothes.
“We should go check it out”
“Fine if you want. Just be careful going over there.”
    They went over to the monster that laid on the ground. They were now able to see that it was a he and that he appeared to have passed out. PJ looked at him confused
“He kinda looks like Nightmare…”
“Ya I guess”
    The monster slowly opened his eyes and said-
“Ugh...my head”
    He turned and looked up at Fresh and PJ
“Where am I? Who are you two?”
“Well I’m PaperJam”
“And I’m Fresh. Right now you’re in Underswap.”
    The monster rolled over and shakely stood up. Fresh asked-
“So who are you?”
    They stayed silent, Fresh just shrugged
“Well ok?”
    There was just silence as they stood there, PJ saw that the guy's clothes were burnt, ripped, and torn. PJ didn’t want to just leave the guy here, so he said-
“Uh...how about you come with us? It looks like you need some new clothes.”
    The monster looked down, seeing the terrible state of his clothes. He was hesitant but said-
“...Ok”
“Ok, then just follow us”
    The monster started following PJ and Fresh hesitantly, eventually making it to PJ’s home. They walked inside and PJ said-
“Just go wait on the couch, me and Fresh will go get you something to wear.”
“Er...ok”
    The monster said as he quietly went over and sat down. PJ and Fresh made their way up into the attic, Fresh needing to practically pick PJ up to get him up there.
“Ok go look in that box over there for something, and I’ll look over here.”
    PJ said, Fresh nodded as they both began to look through boxes. Fresh asked-
“Why do you have so much stuff up here?”
“My mom always brought stuff back from the AU’s, we didn’t have anywhere to put it so we just threw it up here.”
“Ya I can see that”
(I want you to try and guess the character before I say it. Just as a little challenge, it should be easy if you already know the character. So good luck and hope you enjoy.)
    Fresh looked through the box for a little bit longer, then he pulled out a zip up hoodie with a top black hald, and a lighter purplish bottom, with one more layer of black on the sleeves. The hood had a light purple fuzz on the edge of the hood. Fresh asked PJ-
“What about this?”
“Ya that’s good, I have a dark purple sweater from Underfell.”
    PJ handed Fresh the sweater. 
“Ok now all we gotta do is find him…”
    PJ’s words tralded off as he looked through a box, he then pulled out some black pants.
“Pants, and there we go.”
    Fresh took the pants
“Ok let’s go back down stairs.”
    PJ said as Fresh once again helped him get down, then jumping down himself. They went over to the monster and Fresh handed him the pile of clothes.
“There you go, there’s a bathroom around the corner so you can go change over there.”
“Ok...and thanks…”
“Don’t mention it”
    The monster quietly stood up and went around the corner.
“He’s definitely a bit...strange to say the least.”
    Fresh said followed by PJ nodding.
“I guess, but he was in pretty ruff shape”
    PJ said as he walked over into the kitchen and picked up his phone that was done charging.
“I’m gonna order some food, ok?”
“Jammy you could have just told me that, you didn’t need to get up and go over there.”
“It’s fine, I’m just a bit sore. That doesn’t mean I’m helpless.”
“Fine, if you insist”
    PJ started ordering pizza, as he did the mysterious monster walked back out in his new clothes. His old burnt and torn ones flooded into a neet stack. PJ quickly finished ordering, wanting to ask-
“Oh hey, do you like the new clothes.”
“Ya I do...thank you…”
    PJ again used his crutches to walk back into the living room and sit down.
“Well I order some food so that’ll be here soo-”
“You….wanted to know my name right?”
    It was quiet, so the monster just continued-
“My name…
...My name is Crescent...but you can call me Cres.”
(Shortly after this story is done I’ll do a mini book on Cres’s backstory. But if you have questions now feel free to ask.)
“Hm...Crescent...never heard that one before.”
    Fresh said, still trying to think of where he would have heard that name. 
“I have once”
    PJ said, Cres was surprised saying-
“Really?”
“Ya um my parents talk about the multiverse, and I think they’ve said your name before.”
“Strange..Nightmare told me that I wasn’t widely well known.”
“So your multiverse had a Nightmare too?”
    Fresh asked followed by Cres nodding. With a depressed expression on his face he said-
“Yes sadly...he is my father…”
“You refer to him so bluntly…”
    PJ said, Cres sighed
“Well I assume that you are aware that there are many of me, just like there are many of you that exist in different multiverses.”
“Ya I am”
“So you would also know that you aren’t always the same...you aren’t always how you are now… My father could be kind in some of these places...but others like mine… Both parents tended to be bitter, whether they intended to or not.”
“Why?”
“It’s just the place that I grew up in...it was normal for everyone to be that way.”
    Fresh seemed confused, wondering why this guy was suddenly letting on to anything about himself. So he said-
“Hold on a second, just wait. No more than ten minutes ago were you letting on to anything about yourself, and now you're just telling us all of this?’
“I wasn’t sure about this multiverse, I had no clue if it was like mine or if it was different.”
“Was your’s bad?”
    PJ asked, Cres nodded
“Terrible unfortunately”
“Ok then how bad?”
    Again PJ asked, Cres thought of a good way to explain it. He then said-
“It was one of war, and plague. Murder, assult, and rape were all normal things that would happen, most would dy others would barely try and hold on…”
“Then...how are you-”
“I was one of very few that lived with someone that could...keep you breathing. But of course the ones I lived with were the fuel to the flame of the internal hell known as my home…”
“Geez man…”
    Fresh said
“So far though...I’ve realized that this place is different...in a better way…”
“Was everything like that there?’
    PJ asked but Cres shook his head
“Ni, at one point I had friends that were kind and considerate. But their parents were on...the other side, and as we got older we weren’t allowed to see each other.”
“Other side?”
    PJ said confused, Cres just sighed again.
“In everything in life, including the multiverse there are sides that start trouble, and ones that try to stop it.”
“Oh ya now that you mention it I guess we do.”
“Ya my parents try to stop those bad things from happening.”
“Your parents are Error and Ink, yes?”
    Cres asked, PJ surprised that Cres knew said-
“Am I in that multiverse too!?”
“Haha when I left you weren’t born yet… But technically speaking yes you are.”
“Am I there?”
    Fresh asked, Cres thought but wasn’t sure he said-
“Well when I was there I never saw you.”
“Probably for the better”
    Fresh said just shrugging it off. PJ though thought, and asked-
“But Cres if you were just there, then how did you get here?”
    Cres sulked not wanting to answer that question, he told them
“...I don’t feel comfortable sharing that yet...sorry”
    All PJ did was smile reassuringly 
“Oh it’s fine, you looked pretty beat up so it’s reasonable if you don’t want to tell us right now.”
After PJ said that there was a knock at the door. PJ said-
“That must be the food”
“Ok I’ll go get it”
“No Fresh you don’t have to”
“It’s fine”
Fresh stood up and gave PJ a little kiss on the head.
“Don’t get up, I’ll be back”
“O-Ok” 
    Fresh walked over to the door
“He seems nice”
    Cres said, PJ smiled and said-
“He really is…”
    Cres smiled a bit, happy to be in a place that is safe. Where no one would try and hurt him.
    While this was going on with PJ, Blue was also finally home and Nightmare was asking Blue about what happened earlier at the hospital with Error.
“So earlier this week, what happened to you when you walked past Error?”
“Hm what do you mean what happened?”
    Blue asked confused, Nightmare continued
“You kinda just fell, and Error seemed to freak out after you said something.”
“I don’t think it’s what he said, I think it’s how he said it.”
    Dust said, just confusing everyone.
“How does how he said it have to do with anything?”
    Horror asked followed by Dust answering-
“When Blue talked...he had some stutter kind of thing.”
“Well ok? But still everyone stutters once in a while, hell even Nightmare does.”
    Killer said, and he was right. So Nightmare thought about that day and said-
“No...it was different, not really like a stutter.”
“Ssooo...what?”
    Killer asked, Dust didn’t answer instead he just put out another question
“Well think about how Error talks sometimes”
“Oh he has the glitchy voice”
    Outer said, making himself and everyone else confused even though he was right. Blue said-
“Ya but he doesn’t talk like that all the time.”
“You’re right, from what I can remember his voice only gets like that when he’s freaked out, or stressed, or god forbid someone rubbed shoulders with him.”
    Dust said, then making Nightmare asked-
“Are you saying that Blue had a glitch moment like Error?”
“Maybe…”
“But how? I’m not a glitch like Error?”
    Blue said, making Dust sulk and have a grim expression. Blue realised and asked-
“Dust what is it?”
“Blue do you remember when It said before he left?”
“Um ya a bit”
“Yes, he didn’t tell us everything but we at least learned something.”
    Nightmare added, Dust tried to remember the words It used to describe then said-
“Do you remember the last reason he said he picked Blue?”
“Vaguely yes”
“All he did was give us a hint, saying something like ‘Who else do you know that can go through empty space’? Or at least something along those lines.”
“Ok...and?”
    Outer said not really asking as a question because he already knew the answer. Dust still answered-
“I think the space he was talking about was the Antivoid.”
“Ya ok, but what does Error, and the antivoid have to do with what happened.”
    Blue asked, now being the only one that was confused. Dust wasn’t sure if he should say it but did anyways-
“Blue...do you think that there’s a chance that you might’ve gotten stuck in the antivoid...for a long time?”
“No there is no way that could’ve happened, I would’ve remembered something like that.”
“Ya you’re right and I don’t really know how or why your memories were taken. But I have a sneaking suspicion of when.”
“Ok then when?”
    Blue growled, not wanting to hear anymore of Dust’s speculations of what happened to him.
“The two years you stayed with Ink to try and raise BluePrint.”
    Blue was now even more confused and upset
“Ok. Ok, let’s say for instance that your rambling means anything, ok? Let’s say that somehow for those two whole years that instead of me being with Ink as a friend, that I was instead stuck in the antivoid? Dust do you know how crazy that sound-”
“It isn’t so hard to believe if you think about it…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“Let me ask you this...do you remember having BluePrint, or making BluePrint or how ever he was-”
“Dust, why would you ask that!? I mean really he’s just in the other room! And even if he wasn't, why would you think that I wouldn’t remember that?”
“Because you said that you didn’t”
“I-...I what?”
“You guys weren’t there but when Blue was having Sprinkle he was understandably nervous, and when I told you about BluePrint and said you already did this or at least something along the lines of it. You said that day was fuzzy, even saying that you don’t remember at all…”
    It was quiet after Dust said that. Then tears started to run down Blue’s face.
“Geez...now look, just, what were you trying to say…”
    Killer asked, as Dust went over to Blue. Blue still crying said-
“I...I think he’s trying to say that those memories were fake…”
    Dust hugged Blue while Nightmare tried to sumurrazie what Dust was trying to say.
“So you’re saying that all of Blue’s memories of that time were fake? And in reality those memories were made to cover up what had happened during those two years.”
“Sadly…”
    Dust said trying his best to comfort Blue, when Blue had a scary realization
“Does that mean BluePrint isn’t mine!?”
“What? No, no he is still your kid Blue...he was probably just made differently…”
“From what Ink told me he was...but still you don’t know if he is…”
“...Ya...I don’t, but then again I don’t know if any of what I’m saying is true-”
“Dust...I...I wouldn’t be surprised if it is…not anymore.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re right, I don’t remember BluePrint being born...and most other memories of that time are also....fuzzy.”
“Then it sounds like most of the pieces fit.”
    Horror said but after that it was just silent again.
“Well what do you want to do now? Dust obviously isn’t sure of everything and this could be something important if what little he thinks is true.”
“Gee thanks Nightmare, way to be blunt.”
    Dust grumbled, and Blue just sighed letting him go.
“I’m going to need to talk to Ink and Error.”
“Blue you don’t have to, we can probably just-”
“Dust even though we think that you're right doesn’t mean that you are. I want to hear it from them...and just get this over with. We have more important things to do and with this distracting me it may be more difficult to get things done.”
“Probably shortly...you guys are all here so I can just tell you if it’s true, and I don’t want to leave BluePrint and Sprinkle. It’ll just be easier.”
“So you’ll go see them?.. Or have them come here?”
    Horror asked, making Blue grown.
“I just said that I didn't want to leave, so get the dust out of your ears and maybe listen a bit.”
“Ouch ok”
“And for having them come here that probably isn’t a good idea either… So I’ll just call them, it’s not like they can’t tell me over the phone, and besides I do want you guys to be aware of what is happening.”
“You want us to hear about it? Why?”
    Nightmare asked, confused 
“Well ya, I’m here now with you guys and since Ink and Error are both starting to get nervous it can put me and you guys in risk.”
“Aw how nice you care about us.”
    Horror said snarky,
“If i’m being honest ya, I know it hasn’t been long but I have to say that I do. And I am concerned…”
Blue said, as they all continued to talk.
In the other room however was BluePrint, he had heard what was said earlier and he was crying.
“H-How?...”
BluePrint sat on the floor now curled up in a ball.
“Is...d-dad not my dad?.. Do they not know?..”
As BluePrint tried ro contemplated what he had just heard, someone walked in front of him.
“Hello BluePrint”
     BluePrint looked up and saw It, he was only able to spawn one bone but he still grabbed it and pointed it at It. BluePrint looked scared but he also seemed confused.
“What’s with the look?”
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phanfictioncatalogue · 4 years ago
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Basically 11k words of Dan being angsty and the Lesters being wonderful.
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alystayr · 4 years ago
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Playlist musicale 2021 (1/2)
Liste des chansons (playlist 2021 - part. 1)
Mise à jour : 30 juin 2021
playlist 2020 (part.2), playlist 2020 (part. 1)
playlist 2019 (part.2), playlist 2019 (part. 1)
playlist 2018 (part. 2), playlist 2018 (part. 1)
playlist 2017 (part. 2), playlist 2017 (part. 1)
playlist 2016 (part. 2), playlist 2016 (part. 1)
playlist 2015
0-9 #
A
AC/DC - Demon Fire (2020)
Bryan Adams - Summer Of '69 (1985)
Alabama Shakes - Hold On (2012)
America - A horse with no name (1971)
Angèle - Balance Ton Quoi (2018)
Archive - Fool (2002)
Jean-Louis Aubert - Bien Sûr (2019)
Asaf Avidan - Different Pulses (2012)
B
George Baker - Little Green Bag (from Reservoir Dogs) (1969)
Band Of Horses - No One's Gonna Love You (2007)
The Beatles - Strawberry Fields Forever (1967)
Jeff Beck (feat. Imogen Heap) - Blanket (2007)
Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive (from  Saturday Night Fever) (1977)
Chuck Berry - Darlin' (2017)
The Black Keys (cover John Lee Hooker) - Crawling Kingsnake (2021)
Black Pistol Fire - Morning Star (2016)
Black Pumas - Colors (2019)
Black Rebel Motorcycle Club - What Ever Happened To My Rock And Roll (2001)
Black Sabbath - God Is Dead? (2013)
Blind Melon - No Rain (1992)
Blondie - Heart Of Glass (1978)
The Blue Stones - Black Holes (Solid Ground) (2015)
The Blues Mystery - Back to the Dirty Town (2013)
Blues Traveler - Run-Around (1995)
Blur (Feat. Phil Daniels) - Parklife (1994)
David Bowie - Survive (1999)
Jacques Brel - La chanson des vieux amants (1967)
Brigitte - Battez-Vous (2010)
C
Francis Cabrel - Peuple des fontaines (2020)
J.J. Cale - Durango (1997)
CAN - Vitamin C (1972)
Cats on trees - Sirens call (2013)
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Distant Sky (2016)
Tracy Chapman - Give Me One Reason (1995)
Joe Cocker (cover Randy Newman) - You Can Leave Your Hat On (from  9½ Weeks) (1986/1972)
CocoRosie - Did Me Wrong (2020)
Cœur de pirate (feat. Loud)   - Dans la nuit (2018)
Leonard Cohen - Hey, That's No Way to Say Goodbye (1967)
The Cranberries - Animal Instinct (1999)
Creedence Clearwater Revival - Fortunate Son (1969)
Sheryl Crow - If It Makes You Happy (1996)
D
Eddy de Pretto - Bateaux-Mouches (2020)
Lana Del Rey - Chemtrails Over The Country Club (2021)
Depeche Mode - Freelove (2001)
Détroit - Null And Void (2013)
Dinosaur Jr - Freak Scene (1988)
Dire Straits - Expresso Love (1980)
E
Eels - Earth To Dora (2020)
Eminem  (feat. Anderson .Paak)   - Lock It Up (2020)
Endless Boogie - The Artemus Ward (2013)
F
Piers Faccini - Foghorn Calling (2021)
Mylène Farmer - Fuck them all (2005)
Léo Ferré – Les anarchistes (1969)
Feu! Chatterton - Monde Nouveau (2021)
Foo Fighters - Walk (2011)
Maxime Le Forestier - Saltimbanque (1975)
Foster The People - Sit Next to Me (2017)
Franz Ferdinand - Michael (2004)
Fugees - Ready or Not (1996)
G
Peter Gabriel - Mercy Street (1986)
Serge Gainsbourg - Requiem Pour Un Con (1968)
France Gall - Evidemment (1987)
Genesis - Invisible Touch (1986)
Girls in Hawaii - Found in the Ground (2002)
Goldfrapp - Ooh La La (2005)
Jean-Jacques Goldman - Comme toi (1982)
Grand Corps Malade & Louane - Derrière le brouillard (2020)
Juliette Greco - Le p'tit bal perdu (1961)
Greta Van Fleet - Age of Machine (2020)
Guns N' Roses - Sweet Child O' Mine (1987)
H
Bill Haley & His Comets - Rock Around The Clock (1954)
PJ Harvey - Dress (1992)
Murray Head - Say It Ain't So Joe (1975)
Heartless Bastards - Revolution (2020)
Bernard Herrmann - Taxi Driver (theme) (1976)
The Hives - Hate to Say I Told You So (2000)
The Hollies - Long Cool Woman (In a Black Dress) (1971)
Hollywood Undead (feat. Hyro The Hero) - Comin' Thru The Stereo (2021)
Romain Humeau - Echos (2020)
I
IDLES - Mr. Motivator (2020)
Interpol - Stella Was A Diver (2002)
Iron Maiden - Hallowed Be Thy Name (1982)
J
Michael Jackson - Black or White (1991)
The Jesus And Mary Chain (Feat. Hope Sandoval) -   Sometimes Always (1994)
Quincy Jones - Soul Bossa Nova (1962)
K
Kaleo - Backbone (2020)
Kansas - Dust in the Wind (1977)
The Killers - Caution (2020)
The Kills - The Search For Cherry Red (2020)
Kings Of Leon - The Bandit (2021)
Kiss - Heaven's On Fire (1984)
Lenny Kravitz - Are You Gonna Go My Way (1993)
Kyo - Le Graal (2014)
L
Led Zeppelin - Since I've Been Loving You (1970)
Liars - Sekwar (2021)
Limp Bizkit (Feat. Lil Wayne) - Ready To Go (2013)
Louise Attaque - La plume (2000)
M
Mad Season - Wake Up (1995)
Manu Chao – Clandestino (1998)
Laura Marling - What He Wrote (2010)
Memphis Slim - Born With The Blues (1972)
Metronomy - Walking In The Dark (2019)
Mickey 3D - La mort du peuple (2005)
Steve Miller Band - Jet Airliner (1977)
The Mission - Wasteland (1986)
Moby - Why Does My Heart Feel So Bad? (1999)
Mogwai - It's What I Want To Do, Mum (2021)
Moondog - New Amsterdam (1997)
Morcheeba - Sweet L.A. (2018)
Motörhead - Till The End (2015)
Jason Mraz - I'm Yours (2005)
Muse - Supermassive Black Hole (2006)
N
Nine Inch Nails - The Fragile (1999)
Nirvana - All Apologies (1993)
Noir Désir - Aux sombres héros de l'amer (1989)
Claude Nougaro (cover Chico Buarque) - Tu verras (1978)
O
Oasis - D'You Know What I Mean? (1997)
Of Montreal - The Past Is A Grotesque Animal (2007)
The Offspring - Why Don't You Get A Job? (1998)
P
Panaviscope – Sham (2020)
Pigalle - Dans La Salle Du Bar-Tabac De La Rue Des Martyrs (1990)
Pink Floyd - Us And Them (1973)
The Police - Synchronicity II (1983)
Pomme (cover Mylène Farmer) - Désenchantée (2020/1991)
Iggy Pop - Dirty Little Virus (2020)
Portishead - Chase The Tear (2009)
Portugal. The Man - Feel It Still (2017)
The Pretty Reckless - My Bones (2021)
Q
Queen - The Miracle (1989)
Queens of the Stone Age - Go With The Flow (2002)
R
The Raconteurs – Broken Boy Soldier (2006)
Rammstein - Du Hast (1997)
Chris Rea - The Blue Cafe (1998)
Red Hot Chili Peppers - Suck My Kiss (1992)
Lou Reed (cover The Drifters)  - This Magic Moment (1995/1960)
R.E.M. - What's The Frequency, Kenneth? (1994)
Renaud - Mistral gagnant (1985)
Rival Sons - Too Bad (2019)
The Rolling Stones - Star Star (1973)
Royal Blood - Typhoons (2021)
David Lee Roth - Just Like Paradise (1987)
La Rue Ketanou - Le Capitaine de la Barrique (2014)
Olivia Ruiz - De Toi A Moi (2003)
S
Santana (cover  Fleetwood Mac) - Black Magic Woman (1970)
Shocking Blue - Venus (1969)
Simple Minds - Mandela Day (1989)
The Sisters of Mercy - Emma (1987)
Slayer - Raining Blood (1986)
Sasha Sloan (feat. Sam Hunt) - when was it over? (2020)
The Smashing Pumpkins - Disarm (1993)
Patti Smith - Rock N Roll Nigger (1978)
The Smiths - Barbarism Begins at Home (1985)
Sonny & The Sunsets  - Too Young to Burn (2009)
Regina Spektor - One Little Soldier (from Scandale) (2019)
Spoon - The Way We Get By (2002)
Bruce Springsteen & The E Street Band - Backstreets (1975)
St. Vincent - Los Ageless (2017)
Stereophonics - Bust This Town (2019)
Sub Urban - Cradles (2021)
Superbus - Mes Défauts (2010)
James Supercave - Better Strange (2016)
Taylor Swift (feat. Bon Iver) – Exile (2020)
System Of A Down - Spiders (1998)
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Téléphone - Au coeur de la nuit (1980)
Têtes Raides - Tam Tam (2007)
Charles Trenet - Je chante (1937)
Tool - Schism (2001)
Tina Turner - The Best (1989)
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U2 - Angel Of Harlem (1988)
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Van Morrison - Country Fair (1974)
Laurent Voulzy - Rockollection (1977)
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Tom Waits - Wrong Side Of The Road (1978)
Weezer - Beverly Hills (2005)
The White Stripes - Hotel Yorba (2001)
Amy Winehouse - Fuck Me Pumps (2003)
Woodkid - In Your Likeness (2020)
Wovenhand - Crook and Flail (2016)
Shannon Wright - Division (2017)
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Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Heads Will Roll (2009)
Yes - Roundabout (1971)
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enomotoakira · 5 years ago
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Pet Roommate AU
Posted this earlier on the SL Discord group but figured I should post it here too.
Ren is a successful researcher who lives alone, he takes his friends’ joking advice to get a pet too seriously when he encounters a scruffy/dirty guy trying to take shelter from the rain on his way home. He helps Haru get dry and gives him pjs for the night. The next morning, they eat breakfast together and Ren leaves for work, telling him to leave whenever. When Ren gets home that evening, Haru’s still there. That’s how their romcom starts as Ren calls Haru his dog to try to deter the guy from staying but Haru just eats it up and enjoys Ren’s weird pampering.
They develop a routine where Ren sleeps in his own bed and Haru sneaks in every night to spoon, they wake up together when Ren hits him over the head and calls him a bad dog. While Ren is getting ready for work Haru will be making breakfast and prepping snacks for Ren to take in to work with him. While Ren is gone Haru cleans up the place, goes grocery shopping, and helps out around the area if he sees someone in need during his exploration of the neighborhood. In the evenings, he welcomes Ren home with a hug and smile, hanging the other man’s coat on a rack as Ren heads to change into lounge wear. They chat on the couch for a bit, with Ren sitting up and Haru laying his head on Ren’s lap while the researcher plays with his hair absentmindedly. They chat about Ren’s research and Haru’s day. They eat dinner together and Haru will attempt to climb into the bath with Ren every night but will be denied just to try again the following day. Without realizing it, they’ve been cohabiting for a month.
Ren keeps complaining about the mutt who wormed his way into his home and how he has to take care of his pet with such an annoyed tone with underlying fondness that his friends in the office start to bring little doggy toys to give to Ren who doesn’t really think much of it and who hands the presents to Haru. After about a week of hearing about this mysterious dog, they ask Ren what breed he is and Ren just goes “Does it matter? Troublesome is what he is.” 
Ren buys a dog collar at the suggestion of his coworkers who worry when he mentions that Haru likes to be out and about while Ren is at work. Haru gets such a chuckle out of it that he starts to wear the collar in the evenings which... unlocks something primal in Ren.
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twas tagged by both @parallelmarvel and @tare8chan. i actually cant believe i was hhaha i’m aiming to be the legit writer worthy of this tag game other writers participated in. think u for thanking of meh 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
Author Name: smellycinnamonthundahfudge on tumblr, AND JUST IN, I’M petertheparkerpus_mjmonogram ON AO3 YALLLSSSS. I FINALLY CAME THEEERREEE YYAAAYYYYY
Fandom You Write For: predominantly mcu’s spideychelle. (i also wrote tz stuff back then heh). but, i have also written (but not posted) for hiccstrid, got, darejones, simmosa, incredibles 2, and bughead hahaha.
Where You Post: i started on tumblr, so literally all of the works i wanted to share are on here. buuttt, like i said, I JUST GOT AN AO3 ACCOUNT YALLSSS. i’ve posted my first pj fics on there for now, but i havent posted em all yet so i am now beginning the process of importing em. im excited :’’’)))
Most Popular One-Shot: Take Flight (peter & mj’s flight home from the ffh trip, click for a nervous jelly peter hehehe)
Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: hhmmm, ok, so i’m not even sure if it classifies as a multi-chapter haha but i think so cus i wrote them as a continuous story in mind haha. i posted the “chapters” separately but i like to imagine it was just one story, Safehouse Sleepovers (consists of Safehouse, Safehouse Singalongs, and Hot chocolate). it’s my only multi-chapter story (not even sure if it classifies as one haha) so de facto most popular one hahaha. oh and it’s essentially a canon compliant post ffh fic bout pj bonding in the parkers’ safehouse hehe. (oh but i guess maybe the newly named airports could also be considered multi-chapter, is 2 chaps enough to call it that? haha so dunno maybe i take back the only mc story thing haha. it’s still the more popular one tho cus airports i wrote before ffh even came out haha)
Favorite Story You Wrote:  oof this is a hard one... ooohhh, i feeelll like i gotta, just gotta go with 5 + 1 gifts and Just Breathe cus they’re just so precious 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 but tbh i luv all of em. just as whole fics, they seem better to me haha
Story You Were Nervous to Post: ALL BRUHHH i mean im just not that confident with my works yet haha. buttt the one i was rlly the most nervous about was Home for the Holidays cus it was my first time writing with an actual person in mind to write it for haha. plus, it was the first fic i wrote after pj month so oof gods was i rusty by the time i wrote it hahaha haaysst. i think it was ok enough tho. plus they said it was good so yay. im just glad i actually did it haha.
How Do You Choose Your Titles: eh just whatevs i feel is catchy and is a good concise nice indicator of the plot heh. hhmm i feel like i usually come up with titles during the brainstorming process for the fic, like before actually writing it or while writing it.
How Many of Your Stories Are:
Complete: if im counting the “chapters” i mentioned earlier as one story each, then probs round 24. i say probs cus there’s some fics i wrote somewhere, where i feel like i finished em but i dont have access to them currently so im not 100 if it’s complete by my standards or nah haha
In-Progress: hhhhmmm im not sure if it’s write to call these in-progress. i’d rather call em unfinished, like i have 16 unfinished stories, or just written out story outlines. im not sure if i should call em in progress cus im not sure if i even still rlly plan to finish em, yknow? haha like they really are genuinely fun interesting n creative story ideas n plans thus far, i feel. but i just- lazy, yknow? haha i have to build up to writing a story for A LOONGG TIME haha
Coming Soon: hehehehe. technically it’s completed already, all i have to do is just make the post on tumblr hehe (as of the moment i wrote this post). im so excited for yalls to read The Bathroom hihihi <333
Upcoming Story You’re Most Excited to Write: oofff im not even sure if im actually gonna wind up writing these buuuut, dancing pj still seems so cute n pure n fun. and also, in addition to the countless other aus my annoying brain came up with on pj month, my brain annoyingly got even more fic ideas rolling around it now:
a moulin rouge au (peter’s the famous singer/dancer known as the spider-man who attracts men and women alike in the famous moulin rouge run by liz toomes with a gallery of other colorful rogues, heroes, villains, and just other sorts of attractive characters based on the comicbooks of old. mj is a young new budding writer looking to gain world experience to write about. she winds up in the moulin rouge, meets the infamous spider-man and gets to know the kind man behind the alluring and mysterious mask. im imagining tom’s lsb, laura’s hollywood, and z’s halloween euphoria ep costume for the aesthetic im going for haha. im still torn on whether to keep the og ending or not hahahaha)
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maybe a friends with benefits fic. where it’s not so angsty or full of drama. and genuinely just keeping it cool and chill til they inevitably just decide to actually get together/stay friends. it’s all up in the air and they’ll figure it out when they figure it out.
producers inspired, roommates au. the kdrama did the trope well and it made me want to see it applied to my two dorks 🥺🥺🥺🥺 
lastly, a first time fic for our two dorky virgins hahaha. i kinda like the idea of them planning out their first time to the most minute of details and just the actual process of figuring out what they want to do n stuff haha just seems real cute to me 🤗🤗🤗🤗🤗
Do You Accept Prompts: hahahhaha look, i’m never one to say no ok? i mean, if i just straight up say no, im possibly saying no to potential ideas that are so inspiring i wind up writing it immediately. so yes, i’d like to say im willing to accept prompts. however, there is absolutely no guaranteed follow up and for that i’m sorry. i can just never know how i’ll react to an idea so there ya go. that’s my honest response haha.
im taggin the fic writers ive read over the years that havent been tagged by the ones that tagged me. hold my juice box. @spideymjlove @jediparkers @itsjacobperalta @thatsnicebutimmarried @bookishandbossy @thefudge @galaxy-parker @spideychelle-romanogers @spiders-n @petty-parker  @smalltreenergy @dead-end-street @softboyholland @mamgt @justanotherfangirlpassingthrough @machiavelien @peterjonesparker @blaisezabini @thegreenwomanswalkman @crazy4dragons @dragonydreams @attachedtomybookshelf @haddocksortails @dyannehs @funkytoes @jenni41 @rebelcaptaindaily @starxdust22​ no presh obvi. just thought dis might peak yalls interest. thanks for all that you’ve writtteeennnn 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 🥺🥺🥺🥺 (btw some of yalls might have just written hcs for all i know, i literally dunno anymore, but like i said iz nbd. just also wanted to give my thanks since im not entirely sure i was able to do so before)
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btswishes · 5 years ago
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I am not good enough.
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Werewolf Au (Wonho)
Part1 / Part2 / Part3 / Part4 / Part5 / Part6 / Part7 /
A/N: This was a major brain fart during my author’s block and aint gonna lie it’s low key dirty as hell, but i fell in love with the idea. XD Sorry for any mistakes made and I hope yall like it.
Word count:  2,739
Warnings: Dirty, flirting, suggestive language, cursing 
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   They say words can hurt us more than actions or physical wounds and sometimes that is true. When the words come from someone you care about, they turn into a invisible blade that goes through your body and latches onto your very existence. It may look and feel like it was forgotten, but once the owner walks by ,you feel the stinging pain deep down, where you can’t reach and free yourself.
 You rose your body on the branch and leaned your right hand onto the bark, looking at the brightly lit window. You could see the boys sitting on the floor, enjoying food and talking happily between themselves. 
 Swallowing a few times, you hoped to get rid of the lump stuck in your throat. Who wouldn’t want to join them? It looked so warm and so comforting. You didn’t want to hang out there for too long, since you knew better than to be caught. But no matter what Chang Kyun by chance looked out the glass and noticed you. His body twitched about to get up, but you moved your head side to side slowly with closed eyes.He once more relaxed his body, staring at you with slight notes of pain in his gaze. You fell back slowly into the shadows of the tree crown and the veil of the moon lit night took you far from the warmth.
  The wind was strong as you were speeding through the leaves, to a unknown destination. The smell of water and earth were pulling onto you. Threes and bushes pulled a curtain from in front of your eyes ,showing the open lake that was hidden behind.
“You are early.” spinning onto your heels, you leaned forward and smiled at the familiar voice 
“If you are already here, than I am not early at all.” a little snicker escaped your pink lips
“Shall we start?” the man asked 
“I am as ready as ever.” 
  With a swift move you took off your jacket and kicked off your shoes. Silence was dancing around you. With a gentle push from the wind, a lonely leaf started falling from it’s high home. It was swirling and flying before it hit the ground. It made no sound to humans, but to your senses it was more than noticeable.The leaf didn’t have much time to rest on the ground ,as the backlash you made threw it farther than it landed. Hits, kicks, bites and growls. One hit the other, the ground was cracking, the threes were shaking and the creatures were silent as the battle nurtured the earth with drops of blood.
  How long was this going on for, no one knew. The man found himself on the ground and a pair of white calm eyes looking down at him.
“I never get tired of this color.” you reached out and he took your hand, standing up swiftly 
“So, what is next?” back facing the man, stretching your hands up ,you leaned sideways 
“As much as I enjoy you throwing me around like a rag doll.”he patted his clothes clean from some dirt “I have nothing more.”
“Dean, you know I can’t stop now.” upon hearing his words you stood up looking at the moon ,that peeked thought the clouds 
“I mean it, I have nothing more to teach you as an alpha. Actually ,I feel like you can teach me some things. Knowing you though...” he paused as your head moved slowly towards him. The light of the night turning your frame black to him. Your eyes were slowly looking up towards Dean, now with a certain power flowing from them. The white color in them started trembling, left turning slowly gold and the right silver. “...I don’t think I will be able to learn what you know.”
 “Dean I can’t...I can’t stop now.”Your head moved to the side as he walked closer. His hand onto your cheek pulling your head to look at him with those eyes 
 “Look at you. Those eyes are proof of something dwelling in you.” he leaned closer towards you, but stopped inches from your lips ,almost as if burned by something he can’t possibly have. Dean’s head moved to the side, looking away from you. His hand slowly let go of your skin as he walked back. 
“You should go now, we might both be alphas, but your condition isn’t ideal for us to be alone like this.”his back faced you “Mating season is upon us.” he looked at you with the corner of his eye “Don’t forget that bit of yourself Y/N, men are wolves and bow down fully only to their animal instincts. You were safe till now, but you smell of maturity.And that scent can’t be overlooked.”
“Dean wait!” you grabbed his sleeve “I need this and you know it! You are the only one who knows about....me. You understand better than anyone that right now I need your help the most.” you gripped the fabric harder as your eyes looked in the direction of the pack house “They don’t trust me...” violently you shook your head as your hand hit your chest “I need to prove myself to them, I need to make them see that I am worthy to be followed!” 
“Y/N...” he spoke but you were in a hysteric shock “Y/N!” he cupped your cheeks and howled loud, your knees hit the ground and tears took over the silents, dripping one after the other, mixing with the blood still on your face “Listen to me!” he yelled out again ,pulling your attention towards himself “You don’t need my help anymore! What you need to do is figure yourself out and fast.” 
  Dean stood up “I don’t understand this, I don’t know what to do anymore!” your eyes were pleading for help 
“You don’t get it, do you?”he started walking away from you “Look at yourself. You submitted to me in seconds. If you want to be an alpha ,a true full fledged alpha , stand up from the dirt and claim your pack.Use your damn power and stop trying to hide it! I know if you wish it,you could turn me into minced meat.Either own up to your potential or embrace your third nature...” he flashed his wolf teeth with a wave of anger “...and submit to the ones stronger than you.Lead or be led.” his body disappeared into thin air and you were left in the emptiness of the nature.
                                You chose....
 “I made my choice years ago.” after awhile you gathered yourself up finally“No one wants a mutt...” grabbing your jacket you jumped on a tree and went back home. Trying to leave behind the emotional scene you just made. You were embarrassed and ashamed of what just happened. How could you even submit without noticing it.In the end, it was far more difficult to control nature, while it was fighting within you.
  You reached the pack house in mere seconds. The lights were still on and the boys were sleeping on the ground. You sighed at the scene lightened up your heart, melting away the unpleasant memory from minutes ago.
“Hey!”you yelled out with hands on your waist “Get up!”
“Mmmm.”  Joohoney mumbled under his nose “It’s Y/N!” his hands were wobbly 
“Are you drunk?!” you couldn’t believe your eyes “Shownu!” you looked at the couch, but the boy wasn’t responding at all, knocked out hard
“Leave him be.All are pretty much dead drunk right now.” Hyungwon rolled over from behind a chair 
“How come you are fine then?”
“I fell asleep the moment I arrived pretty much.” he stretched one of his arms above his head “They were getting drunk cus they were lonely or something stupid like that.”
“Lonely? Ohhhh.”you clapped your hands together “Mating season started a week ago.”
“Yeah and you know how things get heated up during that time. Plus the peak is right now anyways.” Hyungwon grabbed his pillow and went to his room “I am going to sleep, night.”
“Wait, are you going to leave me to deal with everyone?” you tried not to be too loud
“Well yeah. You are the pack leader after all. Night.” he waved at you and disappeared. Sighing deeply, you leaned and picked up Shownu first ,taking him to his room, after that Joohoney and everyone that followed.
 It took you less than 5min probably. “Ok, one, two, three, four, five...”you were pointing at the rooms “Hyungwon went to bed by himself already so he is six.Ughh.” you rubbed your eyes “I am still  missing a troublemaker.” you were searching and searching, but he was still missing. It was midnight already and you sure as hell were planning to sleep. 
“He should be fine. Wonho is buff enough to keep himself safe, that undeveloped alpha.”you laughed at your own remark and made your way up the stairs towards your room. You took a quick shower, brushed your teeth and put on your pjs. The bed was just calling out to you. 
 You made sure to lock the door before you were completely comfortable alone in your room. Safety measures during the mating season. You lock on your target and ran towards the bed, jumping on top of it.
“Ugh!”you groaned in discomfort, when you landed on something that wasn’t as soft as you expected “What is this thing?” you moved around to try and identify the mysterious object you were sitting on. As you leaned forward, you suddenly yelped.Something grabbed your thighs tightly and swung you around. Now you were 100% sure it wasn’t something but someone. You reached out and removed the cover, revealing light pink puffy hair.
“Yah!”you hit the man “WONHO! You shithead! Wtf are you doing in my room?!” you grabbed his shoulders about to throw his ass through the window. Your eyes glowed in the dominant alpha golden color. 
“Nah.” he said with a breathy tone, as his hand grabbed both of yours and pinned them above your head. You were so socked that you couldn’t even try to move him. After awhile you took a deep breath and opened your eyes again, ready to finish what you started, but you saw him inches from you. His eyes glowing gold, illuminating your skin. Your hands couldn’t move at all.
“Hey now, what is all of this you half grown alpha?”you tried to mock him, but Wonho tightened his grip on your wrists and came closer. His head was in the crook of your neck. You could hear him sniffing you up and down.
“Smells....smells sweet.” his breath was warm on your neck, sending chills down your spine. You couldn’t move and were shocked at what was happening right now. His tongue licked your neck and that made you look to the side almost immediately. Just for a second you saw yourself in the reflection of the water glass. The gold fading slowly.From a dominate thick color, to a lighter silver and finally a pure white. 
“Wonho...W-Wonho get off me...”you were trying to kick him, but he wasn’t moving 
“Wonho...Wonho...Wonho..”he kept repeating his own name in the shell of your ear. He pulled away and looked in your eyes “I like how it rolls off your tongue, your voice makes it sound like honey.I wonder...” his piercing gaze slowly going down to your lips, before he crashed his own on top of yours. You were wiggling under him for a bit, but started submitting. It wasn’t like with Dean, it was different ,it felt right, like you had to.
 He let go of your hands and swung you onto your stomach. “ This room smells so sweet, it smells like you. I have been trying to stay away from the second floor as much as I can, but I just couldn’t tonight. It was...calling for me.” his hand grabbed onto your eyes and pulled your head off the bed. “I know I am not a fully formed alpha even at my age, but you are just hypnotizing. Walking around us dressed so comfortably, with those shorts and that lose shirt. You think I wouldn’t notice you teasing?”
“I-I wasn’t teasing...”Wonho suddenly ripped off your shirt “Ah!” you jumped shocked by his sudden aggressive move 
“Since you want to be noticed so much, let me give you a little gift.” his right hand was holding your eyes and his left your body flush against the bed.His head came close to your neck, you could feel his muscles on your exposed body. He gently licked the back of your neck. As you were just sitting there you felt something sharp on your skin. Even though your eyes were covered, they were wide open right now. You placed your hands on the bed trying to push him off. From between his fingers glimmered the golden light even if it was faint. 
“Nah baby girl, we don’t do that.” the words rolled off his tongue, when he bit hard. When he released his jaw, he licked the spot a bit to sooth the residual pain. You were panting shocked. 
“Wonho!” you began struggling once you realized how bad things were getting “Stop!”
“I am not done yet.”he turned you on your back “Don’t move.” the words came from between his teeth and the bite on your neck started to heat up. You squinted your eyes. Your left eye tried to turn gold, but it was just a muddy mix between the predominant white. You couldn’t move.
“Be a good girl, I am almost done.”he moved down towards your legs, laying right between them 
“Wonho get a grip on yourself!!!” you tried to sit up, but he put his hand on your stomach and looked up with piercing sharp eyes “What did I tell you.” he meant business.As much as you were resisting you didn’t need his hormones to keep you in check, if you weren’t worried about the alpha position, you would have surrendered already. But you were a pack leader. 
 You felt his strong hands pick your thighs up and smooth his finger over one spot “Who knew you were so soft and vulnerable...I...” he leaned into the skin ”....like it.” he bit down while still speaking. Not even hesitating he turned his head to the other thigh and marked it deep too.
“Now, that wasn’t too bad was it?” he smirked “I like this Y/N a lot.” Wonho’s head was on the same level as yours, his words stirring up the inside of your body as your chest was moving up and down deeply “Hot and bothered, smells like me, reacts only to me.I might get used to th-” your breath stopped the moment his words did. You almost screamed when he dropped on top of you. 
“W-Wonho?” suddenly his body flew and hit the door hard “Wonho!!!”you jumped up, holding the cover in front of your naked chest. You moved fast to see if he was ok.
“I can’t believe this shit.FUCK!” you hard the bed frame make a loud cracking sound “What did I tell you Y/N!? Shit ,shit, SHIT!!!.”the men ran his hand through his hair 
“You didn’t have to try and kill him.”you said standing up from the floor and looking back 
“That is true. It should have been you doing this, not me!” he swung his hand aggressively towards you “I told you to domesticate these dogs and put them in line! Not let this late bloomer mark you!”
“Dean stop yelling at me!” you growled at him flashing your fangs and eyes, pulling a laugh out him
“Oh now you act like an alpha. So you growl at me like you will bite my throat off but you moan at him?What is he?Your mate or some shit?” Dean threw his jacket on top of you “Put that on and come on.” he grabbed you and hocked his arm under your knees, lifting your bridal style “ Better hold on to me and don’t say anything.I am fucking god damn pissed right now. In your state you can’t even try and fight me.” stepping on the window sill he jumped into the night and dashed towards his pack house
“Where are we going?” you asked whispering 
“Shut the fuck up and hold tight.” as much as you didn’t want to listen to him you had to. Your eyes kept noticing how Wonho’s body was getting distant from you too.
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