#p.s: college is killing me

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a/n: a lil' something, cause i've been away for sooo long...

cw: timeskip!kuroo | mommy kink | inspired on this video (nsfw link)

tetsu''s tie hangs messy on his neck as he's hopelessly moaning for the two fingers of yours that are thrusting on him like you want to get deeper. his hips move at the same time, trying to ride your fingers as his pretty cock bounces on top of his tummy.

after a long day of work, he hasn't had the chance to make a change of clothes before he gets dragged by you on the couch and ended up making out with him on top of you; your praises made him dizzy and in no time, he's naked from the bottom and taking your fingers with no complain.

"worked so hard today, tetsu. wanna ride my fingers until you cum, baby?" you coo at him as he reaches to kiss your lips once again, moaning agianst your mouth.

"y-yes mommy...please" he whines, looking at you with those pretty puppy eyes. cutie.

he shifts around on your lap until he's finally facing you. he pecks your lips shortly before hugging from from your shoulders, hiding his face on your neck and starts riding your fingers like they were your strap. the room soon enough fills with his moans as he thrusts his hips again and again, rolling his eyes back as feels you reach his prostate.

his head falls back and he supports his weight on your thighs as his hips keeps moving, dick twitching before it finally releases ropes and ropes of cum that makes your shirt dirty, but you're not complaining as you see tetsu's cute face as he cums.

he finally comes down form his orgasm, and when he's done, he flashes you with a tired grin, making your heart melt at how cute he looks. you drag him back in your arms, showering his neck and face with kisses, making him giggle.

"shower?" you simply ask.

"mmh, yeah" he simply answers.

and yet, neither of you moves from that cuddle position for the next 30 minutes.

[blublublujk]

good girl, gone bad

oneshot

word count: 6k

genre: established (secret) relationship

pairing: good girl y/n x bad boy jk

summary:

“I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.” You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.” What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

warnings: basically just pwp but plot went missing (oops!), swearing, smoker jk (i swear if anyone complains in my inbox i'll haunt you), explicit sexual content; jk has a huge dick ok, consensual recording/pictures, car sex (don't fuck in a car), hickeys, unprotected vaginal sex, dirty talk, spanking, squirting, breast play, blowjob, fingering, cunnilingus, come shot (on face), slut shaming (again lol), come tasting/swallowing, stomach bulge (my fault i love this one), choking, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie

a.n: sorry for a late update hope yall dont mind, but i just wanna get rid of all my drafts they are PILING. lol forgive me for only always writing about jungkook, but he's so easy to write about. he breathes, and i instantly open my notes app (im not even joking). this has been sitting in my drafts since his LA trip (iykyk) it sparked a conversation and i wrote it. i want that man bad... and im lesbian :D

ANYWAYS enjoy and STREAM GOLDEN for our golden bunny <3

p.s: i'll probably come back to this couple but its a oneshot for now... but wouldn't no nut nov be fun with this jk?? everyone say yesss. ok bye.

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“Ugh, what a piece of shit.”

Before you even get to ask who, the motorcycle roars back to life across the parking structure belonging to the very one and only, Jeon Jungkook. A group of college jocks crowd around the man. There’s a cigarette between his fingers, he’s not paying it much attention though. He's deep in conversation, laughing at something one of them said, clearly more invested in the joke than anything else around him. 

As the laughter dies down, he looks over, eyes connecting while he brings the cigarette to his pierced lip, slowly inhaling the toxic fume. The terribly annoying (yet somehow sexy) tattooed jock on his loud motorcycle winks towards your direction, before selfishly exhaling that poisonous smoke into the air. Fuck, you really, really wanted to hate him too. 

“Yuck.” Karina gags with a scrunch to her nose, turning a cold back to them and you’re grateful to her because you almost get stuck in his lustful gaze. 

“Yeah… yuck.” You reply with no real meaning somehow managing to convince her you meant it.

“I hate him and his stupid friends. They are killing the Earth slowly and they don’t even give a fuck!” Karina argues in all her given glory and in her environmental science major mindset. “Plus those cancer sticks reek, why must the general public suffer because they can’t last thirty without them.”

Jungkook could last thirty without them. Way more than thirty when you were around him, especially when he was given something (or someone) to entertain himself with, but you couldn't say that aloud so the sudden thoughts stayed safe and sound in your head. 

“No, no they don’t. But what can we do?” There’s a sigh and then you clear your throat. “Should we get going now?”

Your arm wraps around hers, gesturing the way back to campus with a swift wave where you both had been meaning to study given that classes finally started cramping in heavy assignments.

“Yes, please.” Karina is quick to sharply turn her heel and walk back towards the building. “I can’t believe anyone actually likes those stupid fucks. I mean, the hickeys, it’s like he wants everyone to know he actually fucks.”

You stay staring just a tad longer at the buff (sexy) jock, short enough so that Karina won’t notice. This time the boy proudly parading the trail of hickeys down his neck smiles at you and parts with a quick wave, some blonde hair boy from the group laughs at him and shakes his arm teasingly. You can’t help but to smile too, it’s barely there, but he’ll know. You decide to turn around and follow her steps. “Yeah totally, me either.”

What your best friend doesn’t know won’t kill her… right?

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“You taste disgusting.” There’s a muffled laugh pressed into your lips, as your tongues meet halfway, meeting each other’s lips in a bruising wet kiss. Your ass grinds roughly against his lap, groaning into your mouth while you bring your ass flush down, feeling his soft cock harden below you. His right hand grips your right ass cheek, jiggling it in his hand, before smacking it (with love, of course!). 

“Yeah?” Jungkook smirks, bringing his mouth against your throat, sucking and licking everywhere there was space. He sneakily leaves little love bites behind even though he knows you’ll kill him for this later because you have somewhere to be after this. He even bites your ear lobe gently between his teeth, before he cockily whispers. “You love it though.”

The whimper that leaves your mouth should be illegal. It only drives Jungkook crazier. 

Both hands find purchase on your ass now, spanking you once again in each cheek. Though Jungkook was a bit disappointed he wasn’t seeing your flushed bare cheeks on top of him, but he guesses he can settle for now. “You gonna let me fuck you now baby?”

He gropes your asscheeks without any hesitation, still leaving wet kisses buzzing onto your skin, stealing a quick kiss from your raw-bitten lips. 

“Mm, only if you ask nicely.” You tease, dragging a finger along his jawline.

With this, Jungkook laughs, throwing his head back. Your hand comes to fist his hair, while he drops another wet smooch onto your lips. “You know I’d do anything for a piece of this ass angel.”

You smile into the kiss, grinding harder against his now– hard cock. You felt your folds leak of your own arousal. It was so undeniable. The attraction between you two, the desire to take each other apart, to be within each other’s arms. There was no place like Jungkook’s lap. Here you could stay forever.

“Imagine what people would say if they saw you like this baby.” Jungkook starts teasing, tugging your shirt off with no trouble. Your breasts catch his attention, noticing that you are wearing that black lingerie set he had bought for you last Valentine’s Day. “Fuck. Look at you baby.”

He squishes your breasts together, leaning up to kiss the uncovered tender flesh on both sides. You don’t even attempt to hold your moans back. “I– nghhh.”

“Did you expect to get fucked today princess? Hmm? Is this all for me?” Jungkook’s words work like magic, they drip off his sinful tongue like honey. You bring your body flush against his, burying your blushing face against his neck. “Don’t get shy on me baby, tell me. Did you wear this all for me?”

He purrs sweetly and you only nod, cheeks burning red. 

It's not like you were embarrassed of him, no in fact, you were happy to announce that the college campus’ certified bad boy is all yours and has been for the past two years. 

There was no exact moment to this, the attraction had always been there. 

You had first officially met Jungkook in one of your general ed classes. Statistics, to be exact, which he would have one-hundred percent failed had it not been for you passing him the answers mid exams. It wasn’t like that to begin with of course, it took you some convincing. To be fair and to your excuse, it was so hard to say no to those beautiful big brown eyes.

At first, you assumed he was doing this all, acting lost and playing dumb, to get into your pants which he succeeded. However you had enough dignity left to make him work for it. Until you realized those secret smiles, stolen glances, and subtle hand holds were much more than just a silly game. You had fallen for his charm, and against everyone’s advice to stay far away from him, you fell in love with the (not so terrible) bad boy and let him take over your heart completely. It happened so randomly and so all at once. It was confusing, new, but most of all, liberating. 

Being with Jungkook was so freeing and the thrill of being caught with him was so worth it. It didn’t matter what people thought of you or him, you both were willing to die on this hill of love. 

Jungkook, too, had fallen quickly. How could he not? There was nothing to dislike and everything to love. Your pouty scolds, he looked forward to. The stolen glances across campus were his favorite, a secret only you and him held close to heart. There were times where your cheeks would flush pink, because he would steal kisses from you behind the campus library. You were seriously his favorite person ever. 

“Jungkook stop! What if someone sees us?” You would whisper-shout, a pout would form against your will. 

Jungkook would just kiss your worries away again and again and then say. “You’re the cutest little thing alive baby.” 

“Are you trying to change the subject?” It was hard to speak between kisses, that and the fact that he would squish your cheeks together like the adorable boyfriend he was. 

“I don’t know. Is it working?” His reply was cheeky and lips would start trailing down your neck and then you determined, yes. Yes, it is working. Fuck it all. 

It’s safe to say, he was yours since the start of it all, as you were his. Wrapped in each other’s fingers before anyone had realized it, now you were inseparable. 

“Answer me princess.” Jungkook pulls you back gently, observing your flushed face. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

Of course, this only makes you blush harder, but you do manage to admit. “Y-Yes… I wore this only for you. Always for you.”

Jungkook smiles, pecking your cheek. “Then I’m the luckiest man alive angel.”

He cradles your face, before leaning in to kiss you. This time, you guys take your time. Your mouths stay closed, taking the time to really feel the plushy feeling against your own and enjoy each other’s presence. You felt as if you were floating in clouds. 

“Jungkook.” You mumble onto his lips and he hums, but that’s not enough so you call his name once more with intent. “Jungkook.”

He pulls back with a questioning look. “Yes, my love?”

“Can you please just fuck me already?” The words come out barely above a whisper, even after fucking you so many times, you could be so shy at times.

Jungkook breaks out into a bunny-like grin, holding back a stifled laugh. “So much for wanting to make me say please, look at who’s pleading now.” 

“J-Jungkook…” Your face goes hot again and he laughs once more, patting your ass softly.

“Okay. Okay, my love. Enough teasing, I’ll fuck you since you asked so nicely baby.” Jungkook takes his sweet time taking off his own shirt, and pulling your skirt off. It was a bit tricker, given you were both in your car which was not fit for two people even in the backseat, but you guys always made it work. 

You were still scared to ride to campus with him as much as he begged you to because it would blow your secret relationship, but fucking on campus has yet to be off-limits. Mainly because Jungkook fucks you all too well, and you aren’t one to say no to good dick (oops).

He attaches his mouth right above the bare skin of your left breast. He holds your tits in his hands, pushing them together, stuffing his face right between them. Jungkook makes sure to pay attention to both breasts (it’s only fair), rubbing your hard buds through the black lace which hardly covers them. You bite back a moan, feeling him rut up against your heat, his hard length pressing stiffly against you, your walls already clenching, desperate to feel him inside you.

His tattooed hand slips below, releasing the nipple he had been tugging on earlier. You feel the tip of his fingertips brush against your panties. “Fuck, you’re so wet baby. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

Surely by now, you were dripping onto the lace. His erection is still pressing against your inner thigh. “D-Don’t wait then.”

Your boyfriend smiles, bringing his lips to yours. “Behave. You’ll get some dick inside you soon.”

Like the brat you were, your eyes rolled back so used to being spoiled. He pays it no mind though because his tongue comes out again, licking your lips apart. Your tongues meet once more, this time you suck his tongue into your mouth, brushing it against the roof of your mouth. He taste quite bitter, it’s the cigarette from earlier, yet somehow and against all judgement, he tastes fucking delicious. Especially when a grunt slips from his throat, feeling you roll your barely covered folds against his fingers.

He allows this, putting more pressure with two fingers, feeling you drench his fingertips even through your panties. Jungkook pushes his tongue deeper into your mouth, spit mixing as he reciprocates the favor, sucking gently on your tongue. You tasted like the strawberries you had earlier for lunch and Jungkook groans, greedily swallowing the taste in your mouth. 

What an innocent sweet little thing you were and he was about to ruin you all. 

Cigarettes and strawberries. 

Quite the pair. 

You whine into his mouth, unable to hold back much longer. “Please, Jungkook…”

He smirks against your mouth. How much he loved the way you fell apart on his cock. Especially more, when he had barely had his hands on you and you were already begging for more. Jungkook pulls back, but not before you whine a soft “no.” He holds your cheeks in his palms, forcing you to look directly into his hazy eyes. 

“Imagine if people knew baby.” His voice comes out more sultry, rough around the edges. His thumb carrasses your cheek, patting your mouth open. “How much of a slut you were for this dick.”

His words make you mewl (he knows how much you get off to this thought), he slowly eases two fingers into your mouth, holding your chin in place. You made sure to suck on them as he liked, your tongue coming flat against them. 

Jungkook bucks his hips into yours, chest rising while he watches you suck, like the good girl you were. “Imagine if they really knew, baby? Such a sweet girl like you, with someone so dangerous and reckless like me. What would they say? Hmm?”

He pulls out his fingers, seeing them barely glisten under the light.

“I- I don’t know.” Your voice is dry and soft yet, you are incredibly horny.

“You don’t know? I have a few ideas.” Jungkook chuckles, hands brushing along your back. “Can this come off?” 

He tugs your bra from behind and you hesitate to nod permission. “Good, I wanna watch them bounce when I finally fuck you.”

By now, you have given up resisting him, so you moan pathetically as he shreds your bra with ease and takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking the tender bud into his tongue, flicking it and placing it between his teeth. He tugs and licks the sting away, watching with hooded eyes as you squirm against him. Your face burns imagining the idea. 

What if people knew? How would your friends react? They would surely be disappointed, Jungkook was good for nothing but trouble. Yet, he was perfect to you. You were willing to defend him from hell and back. Whatever it took for them to believe you. 

Jungkook moves to the other bud, placing it into his mouth, cupping and gripping your breasts. His mouth was hot and heavy against your nipple, his tongue caressing the hard bud. He squeezes them one last time before letting them drop, watching them bounce gently against your chest. Yup, Jungkook was the luckiest man alive. There was nothing better than this moment right here.

Heat travels your body quickly, feeling your own chest rise, struggling to breathe in the steamy car. Your boyfriend looks down, communicating with his eyes instead of actually saying anything, your hands quickly move to his belt, tugging them off and throwing it anywhere else. Desperately, you unbuckle his jeans, harshly pulling his boxer down, just enough to watch his dick spring out. The flushed, wet length smacks against his stomach, watching as his abs clench at the sensation. If you stare any longer, you’ll start drooling. “So good for me angel.” 

There’s no time to waste. 

“Wanna suck you off.” You breathe out, voice filled with desire and lust, clearly it takes over because usually his girlfriend was much shyer and timid, but that all disappeared when Jungkook’s cock was present. 

“Yeah?” Jungkook watches you drop on your knees, your pretty knees will for sure suffer the consequences of your horny choice, but there was no stopping this. He pats his thighs as he leans back to give you enough space. “I’m all yours, baby girl.”

Jungkook bites the inside of his cheek when he feels your warm mouth wrap around his dick. Your tongue comes out messily, practically salivating and dripping all over him. There’s probably not a single day that goes by that you aren’t sucking his dick, but it was quite the experience every damn time. 

“F-Fuck, I wish you could see yourself.” He struggles a bit because the sight is fucking sinful and if people knew you like he did, they wouldn’t believe the person in front of him. 

His personal little cockslut. 

You pop off for a second, hand still wrapped around his length covered in your spit. “Yeah? Then take a picture for me, Kook.”

Double fuck.

When you first started dating Jungkook, you were against any pictures at all. After time passed and to his luck, you came around and you would let him take pictures, but only if he promised your face wasn’t in the frame. Now, his camera roll is covered with images of you and your blooming relationship. You didn’t care anymore about covering or blurring your face out. His camera roll consisted of just about everything, pictures of you sleeping peacefully against his chest as you would nap, videos of you laughing on the random adventures he would take you on, but never images of you nude. Never ever was he allowed anything that could probably incriminate you both, even if he would beg, ever-so sweetly. It seems like you came around after all. Bless you.

“Fuck, don’t talk to me like that princess, you have no idea what that does to me.” He’s never heard you sound so fucking sexy. Jungkook bites his lip, recovering his phone that had dropped earlier on the carpet. “You sure about this baby?”

“Yes.” Then you are back on his cock and he shudders, already snapping a few pictures. Your eyes looked up at the camera, making a show out of it all.

Jungkook tries controlling his heavy breathing but with a sinful tongue like yours, it’s impossible. “Can I record this princess, only if you’ll let me, of course.”

You take him deeper into your throat and nod furiously on his cock. You trusted him enough, you knew Jungkook could never hurt a single soul, unless they tried him. Point is, he would never do anything to break that trust so hell yeah, why not add more to his long collection.

“God, you are so perfect baby. Made for me and only me.” Jungkook’s voice is nothing short of possessiveness. He presses record, caressing your hair softly, almost petting you for your work like the good girl you were for him. “Imagine if they knew how well you take cock baby. How perfect those plump lips look around my dick. You’re like a dream come true princess, my personal cockslut.” 

You moan around his length, loving the bitter taste on your tongue and Jungkook has to hold back from fucking your throat, though he thinks you’ll love it anyways. 

“Can I fuck your throat?” His voice is raspy and you open your mouth wider, nodding so prettily with dick stuffed in your mouth. Jungkook is careful when placing your hair in a little makeshift ponytail for the meantime and as best as he can with one hand as he starts to thrust into your warm mouth. “So beautiful and all mine. Isn’t that right princess?”

You don’t get to reply, but the vibrations of your moans that manage to run through his cock  answer for you and it almost makes him smile. What a good girl you were. Pretty things like you deserved to be spoiled and he couldn’t wait to give you the fucking world. 

And was he fucking loving the show you were putting on for him becoming more needy and desperate on camera, your eyes rolled as he brutally used your throat for his liking. 

Jungkook bites at his bottom lip as he begins to roll his hips with much more force, feeling your throat take him down with greed. “Fuck baby, your throat feels amazing. Taking me so good.” 

He lets you go when he feels you tap his thigh and you gasp for air, tears threatening to leak down your face. “W-Want you to come on my face.”

Your voice is hoarse and his eyes widen at your sweet request. 

“Aren’t you just perfect for me today baby. Just you wait, you’ll get the best dick of your entire lifetime.” Not that you would know since he was your first and he knows that, proudly carries that in his cocky ego, but you always believed him. No one could fuck you better than this, you were sure. You bat your eyes at his promise and he comes down to kiss you messily, the camera records jackshit, but it captures your whiny moans and the sound of your lips smacking against one another. He pulls off with one last kiss and adjusts the camera frame back towards you as he takes his hard length and slaps his swollen, wet dick along your cheek. “Open up princess, I’m really fucking close.” 

You take him in with no hesitation and go to fucking work. Slurping and licking all over his length, your chin dripping with saliva, but you don’t even care anymore because his grunts and whines keep you going. 

Every now and then you look up at the camera making sure you do your best to keep him coming back. You know he will probably rewatch this every night that you aren’t there with him. And your predictions are correct because Jungkook’s already planning on watching this tonight and jacking off to it while you are out with Karina doing God knows what. All he knows is his sweet girl will be doing something productive while he’ll be coming undone in your gracious honor.

“I’m close baby.” He groans sexily, and his breathing starts to become sharp. “Look up baby, right into the camera, gonna come all over that perfect fucking face.”

Doing as he says, you look up sucking him dry, your hands come to relieve what you can’t cover with your tongue. His hand pushes you off for a second. “Tongue out baby.”

He fucks his fist and it doesn’t take long before he squirts his load all over your face, grateful that most of it lands on your tongue, you swallow it all immediately, humming gracefully at the salty taste. 

Jungkook’s eyes are blown out as he catches his breath and lets his dick flop back down against his thigh, you look like a fucking sin and he must be the Devil because he’s about to commit about thirty tonight. “Give me a second princess.”

He says between breaths as he stops recording with one last picture of your come-soiled face, still breathing heavily as he throws his phone on the floor again, thankful that he has something for later. You giggle against him and he almost awes as you throw your head against his bare thighs into a laughing fit. “Okay.” 

He huffs a dry laugh and pulls you up. “Times up. Come here.” 

Jungkook is quick to capture you in a sloppy kiss, not minding the leftover mess of come on your face, he doesn’t wanna mess up his masterpiece just yet. You soon grow desperate in his arms, but this time he doesn’t mess around. 

“Lay down.” Your bare back lands on the seats and he shoves himself between your thighs. Again, it’s steamy and fucking cramped in your car, but you both couldn’t care any less right now. 

His tongue hits your slit not bothering to move your matching panties, but the effect is almost the same. He licks a long strip watching you soil the silky lace mixing his spit with your own arousal. 

You moan sweetly as your legs come apart letting him completely devour your heat. Jungkook pulls off, tugging your spoiled little black panties to the side and continues on with his mission. His tongue finds your clit and you swear you could come like this. 

“R-Right there. Please.” Your boyfriend doesn’t let up either, eating your sweet pussy like it deserves. His tongue flicks your bud, building the sensation in your tummy. Jungkook sucks on your clit selfishly.

His chin is covered in your arousal. He’s humming and moaning deep inside your pussy, your juices stick onto his tongue like candy and he greedily swallows the treat whole. 

“B-Baby.” Your voice is struggling like his was earlier, but it’s there. He lifts his face from your heat, eyes in a lust-filled trance. Jungkook knows he’s pussy-whipped, but at least he admits his problems!

“Yes, my baby.” Jungkook’s eyes are blown out and he looks just as wrecked as you are. 

“C-Can I take a picture?” He almost gapes at your request, the amount of times you took him by surprise today. At this point, he would let you do anything, fuck his morality!  

“Do whatever you want princess. Pictures, videos. I’m all yours.” He gives you his full consent and permission to do anything so you are quick to grab his phone (you’ll send them over to yourself later) and start snapping pictures while he dives back in for seconds. 

Jungkook keeps your legs open while you are a whimpering mess above him, struggling to get the best picture. You have no idea how he was doing this himself, the pictures come out blurry as he continues to devour you as if it was his last meal.

He also puts on a show for the camera like you did so nicely earlier for him. Jungkoook’s eyes hood as he stares up, he even winks for the shot. If college didn’t ever work out for either of you, this would be something to look into. Good thing that was not the case, at least for you, his little straight A student. 

“I’m g-gonna come.” This only makes your boyfriend go crazier between your folds. He drops eye-contact with the camera and instead solely focuses on that pretty pussy presented for him. Jungkook’s tongue is sin itself, not letting up once as more arousal drips out of you. He slowly teases a finger inside, building your orgasm quickly as he fucks you open with his middle finger. “I’m– nghh. Fuh-fuck!”

The sentence is never finished as you start to squirt onto his tongue, creating your own little masterpiece on his face. Jungkook has never swallowed anything down faster than right now and he’s loving every second of it. Completely pussy-whipped and all, but at least he’s happy!

Your boyfriend finally detaches himself from your heat and the sight is nearly adorable. His hair is now all fucked up and he’s a sticky mess everywhere (you are sure you look no better). 

“Yum, I could do that all day.” Jungkook shamelessly says. 

“Mm, I’m sure.” You say coming down from your own orgasm, he gives you a few seconds to breathe as you set his phone down again. Jungkook takes his shirt from the floor and wipes himself clean. He does the same but it’s no use, the come that landed on your face has dried up and he doesn’t wanna scrub it off and end up hurting your precious face. 

Jungkook kisses your cheek affectionately as an apology. 

“There’s dry come on my face right?” You start to scold him, but he smiles with all his teeth apologetically and you forgive him at that moment. 

“Guilty.” He smirks, proud of his work, he thinks you truly haven't looked better. 

Wrapping arms and legs around your boyfriend you whisper innocently. “I was promised dick of a lifetime, unless… unless you lied to me?”

Jungkook scrunches his nose cutely while he looks at your perfect pouty face, doe-eyes begging to be fucked. “I never lie, not to you at least.”

He makes you laugh and he detangles your legs from his waist. “Now let me focus, I have a reputation to uphold.”

There’s no laughing once two fingers press into you and you gasp at the invading feeling, but the stretch only burns for a while before it turns into pleasure and you are whimpering at his touch. “Fingers so deep.”

He smiles and you throw your head back. “Yeah? My dick goes even deeper baby, I’m just making sure you can take it.”

“I can take it.” You breathe out against his pink lips. “I was made for you.”

The taller’s eyes nearly eat you alive, fuck you were so sexy. “That you were baby. My perfect little cockslut.” 

His fingers pull out of you brutally and you whine, but he kisses you roughly making you forget the loss. A hand wraps around your throat, squeezing it with purpose. You squirm in his hands and he pops off your lips. 

Fingers coated with your arousal trace your lips and you take them in greedily, sucking your own juices off the tattooed fingers, moaning at the delicate taste, his other hand still locked around your throat. 

“That’s my girl. All fucking mine.” You nod around his fingers and he finally lets go, gasping for fresh air. “‘M gonna fuck you now baby.” 

Your legs fly open in response, letting him have his way with you. 

“Do me a favor?” He asks while taking his hard length in his hand, jerking himself off while he awaits your response. 

“What?” You hum, confusion written all over your face. 

“Record this for me. I want you to see how I break you apart. How this pretty pussy makes a mess all over my dick. I want you to remember this fuck for the rest of your life.” His voice drops a few octaves and you can’t help but gasp and moan at his vulgar use of words. 

You used to be innocent, at least, that’s what Jungkook used to think. In a way, he thinks you still are. Untouched and pure, only for his eyes and his hands to touch. Jungkook is honored that he was your first, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. He was gentle and took care of you every step of the way. It was like that until you were begging and pleading for more. Sweet then, and sweet now.

He’s created a little monster, but he knows that your heart is pure and that’s what he loves most about you. 

“Okay, yes.” His phone is back in your hands and you click record, watching him line-up his cock. Jungkook groans as he disappears snuggly inside you. “Mmm.”

He lets you get used to the feeling and once he feels your breathing stabilize he starts to thrust himself with strong strokes inside you. 

Like the first time, you are struggling with the phone because you can’t stop shivering and shaking, you feel him in your guts and recording is much harder than pictures because it lasts longer and you can't stay still for that long. Not with dick inside you.

“K-Kook. I— oh.” You stop to moan when he hits your g-spot and he continues ramming that same spot over and over. “I- I can’t. Hand’s shaking.”

Your sweet boyfriend grabs the phone and lets you settle yourself. “That’s okay princess, I got you. Just lay there, I’ll take care of you.” 

He records himself ramming into you for a few minutes, watching himself disappear into you on camera. The taller one can't even believe this is his reality. How did this even happen and most of all with him of all people? He truly was the luckiest man alive! 

“‘S deep, Kook.” He fondles one of your breasts as he keeps a harsh pace, rubbing the hard nub with his thumb. 

“Yeah baby? Tell me where you feel it.” He whispers loving the way you tremble, your gaze struggling to keep up with his. 

“Right here.” You touch right below your belly, palm flat against the feeling of his cock inside you. “So so deep.” 

You mumble something else, but he doesn’t get to hear it because your high pitched moans drown everything out. He lets go of your breast watching them bounce as he continues to pound straight into your sweet spot. 

The camera catches it all though. The mess between your thighs look just as delicious on film as they do in real time. The sounds you make, the squelching noise that is being created by his cock going deep inside you, and most of all, it captures your beautiful face as it comes apart. 

He presses on your stomach right where your own palm rests and you strangle out a whine. “I- I can’t. T-Too much.” 

“You can take it. Remember?” His dick tears through you from the inside and you start yelling when he increases his pace. He’s fucking you mercilessly now and you can’t control the sounds that escape. “You were made for me, princess.”

“Yes, yes, I am.” You sound beautiful, but you would kill him if you guys got caught now especially in the position you guys are in. 

His firm hand finally comes off your stomach and instead two fingers go inside your mouth, muffling your screams and whines. 

The car rocks back and forth. He’s sure people know what the fuck is going on, the windows are foggy as fuck, for fuck’s sake, but you would hate him much worse for not finishing you off.

“Mmff, don— stopff.” He nearly giggles as you struggle to speak, but he keeps his promise quite well. He fucks you ever harder and deeper, his cock will surely fall off after this, but it’s all worth it. He slams inside, bottoming out fully before pulling out and repeating the same steps. “Fuhh-uk.”

“You like that baby?” Jungkook rasps feeling you squeeze tightly around him, which only means one thing, you are really fucking close. “Gonna come all over my cock princess?” 

“Mmff.” You are quick to nod and hum sweetly. He decides to pull his fingers out, spit dripping all over. “Yes, yes. Please, don’t stop. Harder Kook- ah!”

Jungkook almost forgets he’s recording and he centers the camera again, wanting to capture every last second of this. You are glistening all over, he’s made a complete mess of you, but he is no better. Jungkook is dripping sweat and yet, that doesn’t stop his mean and precise strokes against your velvet walls, stretching you in ways you didn’t even know were possible. 

The final straw is when you feel his messy fingers start toying with your clit and you are coming once again all over your back seats and wetting his cock just how he likes it. Being a squirter had its own perks with a boyfriend like Jungkook because that meant he never stopped fucking you until you completely had nothing more to give. 

Jungkook curses when he starts to see your orgasm trinkle out, he fucks you all through it though, feeling the water-like pressure against his slit. And it doesn’t take long before an orgasm catches up to him. 

“Inside.” You plead with a pout, eyes completely blown out. 

With one last curse Jungkook comes deep inside your walls. He catches his breath for a few moments before pulling out slowly, making sure to capture the dribble of his come which sadly hangs onto your hole. “Push it out for me princess.” 

“Nooo, we’re gonna make a mess Kook.” Jungkook shakes his head, a smile on his face because a mess has already been made. 

“I’ll clean it. Now, push it out baby.” You almost cover your face because you are sure you turned red, but you start to push his seed out of your hole and he’s tempted to fuck it back inside. 

“Fuck. That’s it baby. Perfect comeslut. Isn’t that right?” He stops recording once he’s gotten the shot he wanted and he starts to wipe you down with his shirt, lucky enough that he has a back-up hoodie to cover him after he’s done. 

“Yes, all yours.” 

You both smile against each other’s lips before he whispers. “I love you princess.” 

“I love you more.” 

“Impossible baby.”

—-

JK❤️: hiiii 🙂

me: hi baby :) everything okay?

JK❤️: marvelous 😇 i just came watching that video we took earlier ;))

me: baby! 😠  i'm out with karina! can you not talk about sex for two seconds while im out

JK❤️: sure! just came all over myself totally wasn't watching our sextape back ;)))

me: nice talk jungkook.

JK❤️: come home soon~~ i miss you :((((

me: love you too lol

JK❤️: not more than me. come home soon im serious!!!

me: i'll see you later jungkook. ❤️

JK❤️: 😠😠😠 

me: ❤️❤️❤️

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part III

Part III is now up and running! P.S. there are two playlists I listen to while writing these, they don’t necessarily go with reading them but you totally could listen to them as you read! Let me know if you would like the playlists. As usual, heed the tags. 

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader,NSFW, All characters 18+, P in V, Fingering, Overall smut 

Part I Part II Part IV Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

The next few days were pretty dull, you spent a few days over at Sidney’s, the first night it was just you two but the third day Tatum, Billy, and Stu all spent the night- it was a group decision to leave Randy out because he would just go on and on about who was the killer and why they were targeting the victims. Ghostface was pretty quiet too, with no killings or attempts since you, you were starting to wonder if you were meant to be the last victim, you also wondered if you had pissed them off by not going home. Luckily today you were returning home, back to see your parents and Irena and your brand new door- no shining scene included this time.

“Need a ride? Me and Stu are going to the movie store,” Billy asked, making you turn to him after you and Sidney had pulled away from a hug. “Sure, my parents haven’t left my aunts yet so I would appreciate it,” you said before turning to Sidney again. “Thanks for letting me crash at yours, I’ll call if I have anything weird going on again,” you promised her, waving bye as you left with the boys.

“You should call us if that creep comes back, me and Billy can put him in his place,” Stu said, giving his signature laugh and smile, making you laugh. “That’s a great idea, Billy can scare him away with his crazy eyes and you can bore him to death by telling him all about horror movies,” you joked, earning annoyed glares from both boys, making you laugh again. “I’ll call if I see them again, okay? Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself,” you promised the boys as you climbed into the back seat, throwing your bag in next to you.

The day passed by smoothly, the boys had taken you to the movie rental store and bought you some candy along with a movie, which Stu insisted you watch and even rented for you. Prom Night, another fucking Jamie movie. You had popped it into your laptop that night once you were home. Irena sat on your lap as you caught up on some homework due the next day, occasionally you glanced at your laptop to watch the movie, not noticing when Irena had moved from your lap and moved to your vanity. She sat down, her tail twitching angrily, your attention finally moved to her when you heard a little growl escape her.

When you got up to see what had angered her you saw the window slide open, the same masked killer from the other day climbing in through your window. You paused, looking at them with wide eyes, wondering if the flirting over the phone had all been a plan to get you off guard, to either kill you or kidnap you so they could set you up for the murders of Casey and Steve. Your nerves didn’t calm down when they motioned you closer after closing the window, still, you walked over slowly to them. Their hand reached up to your face, cupping it gently before gripping it more firmly, holding the knife in their other hand up to your cheek. Your breath hitched, feeling the cool touch of the steel against you, but they made no movements to harm you in any way, not really at least.

The knife ghosted over your skin, not enough to cut but enough for you to feel scared and strangely turned on at the same time. Your eyes studied the mask in front of you, you couldn’t make out their eyes behind the mesh, but you could feel their eyes piercing into yours. They removed their hands from you, pushing you towards the bed, you complied but paused when you sat down on it. “My parents are home…can-can you lock the door at least,” you asked, they tilted their head towards the door and you swore you heard them chuckle as they most likely recalled how they broke the last one. They walked over to the door, locking it before making their way to you. Your legs clenched together, your ever-growing nervousness and excitement now showing to them as you wondered what they were going to do.

They looked over you for a moment before holding the knife right up to your sternum, pressing the knife onto your clothes as they began to drag it down, leaving a trail of torn clothes in their wake. “I kinda liked those…” you murmured, if they hadn’t had the mask on you may have seen the shit-eating grin they had on their lips as they pressed the knife harder against your skin. Your cheeks heated up, taking the hint to shut up as you let them continue. You had already changed into pajamas earlier in the night, your Carrie shirt now tattered and torn, exposing your top half to them. Once they reached your groin, they paused and moved the knife away, pocketing it before pushing you back onto the bed so you were laying down.

They hovered over you, tracing your face again, the rough texture of their glove trailing down your body before their fingers hooked under the waistband of your pj pants, tugging them off slowly. Your skin grew goosebumps all over, the cold air in your room felt like mercy against your warm skin, which was only growing hotter by the second. A small whimper left you as you felt them place their hand over your panties, you hadn’t even noticed until that moment but your arousal had shown even through the fabric, feeling a little embarrassed that you were so needy without much effort.

Your hand flung up to your mouth as you felt them reach into your underwear, you could feel how cold their fingers were even through the gloves as they ghosted over your clit. You bit down on your hand as they pressed on your clit, circling around it as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. The texture of the glove bothered you a little, which they must have noticed as you bucked against their fingers. A whine left your lips as their hand pulled away, opening your eyes to see them reaching into their pocket and pulling out some torn piece of fabric. They spread it out in their hands, showcasing it to you, a blindfold. Another blush rose to your cheeks as you tilted your head up for them to put it on, a silent understanding between you two that they wanted you to stay clueless about who they were. They reached around your head and tied the fabric over your eyes, your heart began to beat faster realizing that you were completely at their mercy now.

They reached back into their pocket, bringing the knife out and making a stabbing motion at you, bringing the knife inches from your forehead. When you didn’t flinch, they felt comfortable knowing you couldn’t see behind the blindfold and began to undress. You heard them shuffling in the outfit, hearing a thud on the floor, wondering if that was the knife or their mask. You received your answer when you felt the knife against your cheek again, you felt yourself grow wetter, partially because of the knife, partially because ghostface was standing right in front of you unmasked and you couldn’t see them. Your hand tried to move to touch them but before you had the chance they pinned you down by your wrist. You whined but they only gripped you tighter, they dropped the knife and instead grabbed your torn t-shirt and tied your wrist together with it.

You didn’t have to wait much longer before their mouth was latched onto your neck and their fingers were tracing over your core. Their fingertips teased you, running over your folds as they carefully placed a hickey on your neck. You could feel a grin on their lips as they bit and licked at your skin, feeling your pulse under their tongue. You did your best to keep your voice down, your heavy breaths bounced off of your bedroom walls as they pushed two fingers into you. A louder whine sounded from you, to which they comforted you by planting a kiss against your lips. You didn’t need to see them to feel the passion in the kiss, they pushed against you with such need, teeth clanking together and making your bones shake as their thumb moved to your clit.

Your thighs opened a little wider to allow them more access, relishing in the pleasure their hands brought you. The familiar tension in your stomach was slowly beginning to build, sweat began to form on your skin from feeling their hot breath against you. You felt their eyes on you, it only made you more turned on knowing they were watching every little reaction you had to their movements. Another finger entered you, hitting a spot inside that made you toss your head back and thank any supernatural being or god there was that they were quick enough to swallow the moan you let out in a kiss. They took the opportunity to snake their tongue into your mouth, making you melt even further as their pace quickened.

Your chest began to rise and fall quickly as that knot in your stomach threatened to break. You moved slightly, your hips bucking and moving against their fingers as you let the pleasure take you over. Before you could tip over the edge they pulled away, which made you whine and squirm in protest. “Not fucking fair,” you breathed out, to which you were met with the cold blade of their knife again pressing against your neck. You pouted, realizing ghostface probably didn’t like your bratty attitude too much but it was all fixed when they kissed you again. Your legs slowly fell open again, allowing them to situate themself in between them. Their hand let go of the knife again and instead took the opportunity to roam over your body, little whines coming from you when they ran over- and teased- all the spots you reacted to.

Finally, they trailed their way back to your core, watching as your face scrunched up with pleasure as they circled your clit again. “Please…” you whined to them, their other hand gripping your thigh as a warning, “I want you in me already, please.” You begged, their grip growing even tighter, likely to leave a bruise before they finally let up. You barely took a breath before you felt them against you, your body tensed slightly but soon calmed down as you felt their lips on yours again. They were more gentle this time, but you could feel the tension they held by holding themselves back. “It’s okay., you can ruin me. Please ruin me,” you begged again, whimpering when their hand gripped your neck, squeezing the sides as they quickly entered you.

Ghostface was smart enough to put their mouth on yours again to cover up your moan, melting in their hold as they began to set up a steady pace. You wondered if they were taking it slow to let you adjust or to tease you, but they quickly had your attention again when their free hand returned to your core. Your stomach tightened once again, your head spinning with all the pleasure they were giving you. When their thrusts began to quicken you couldn’t help but arch your back, your ankles hooking around them and trapping them in between your legs, but with the way they thrusted even harder into you, you don’t think they minded it one bit.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were close to coming undone, both of your hips stuttered and bucked, their hand that played with your clit quickened a little as well, paying attention to the spots that had you shaking. “Fuck, gonna-“ you whined again, your head tilting back as they hit your sweet spot, “gonna cum,” you whimpered out between moans, trying to keep quiet. They continued the torture they were inflicting on you, your black vision turning white as you finally reached your climax. Your thighs shook around them, pulsing around them before they came.

You felt their muscles unclench, glad that you finally came to the realization that they had worn protection, mentally cursing yourself for not even checking before. They pulled out slowly, gently touching your face as you whimpered from the loss. You adjusted yourself on the bed as they finally peeled away from you, hearing the shuffling of clothes again as they got dressed.

After a moment you felt a dip in the bed, feeling them untie you but held down your wrists as they leaned in for one last kiss. You smiled into it, giggling as they pulled away. “Come again tomorrow, with a new Carrie shirt preferably,” you asked playfully, feeling their lips curl up into a smile before they pulled away. You heard the thumps of plastic before your blindfold was taken off, your eyes meeting the masked killer after adjusting to the light.

“Was that smile a yes,” you asked, smiling when they nodded. “You can take the torn one as a momento, and so you know what size to get,” you offered, holding out the piece of clothing to them. They grabbed it, heading back to the window as you stayed on the bed and watched them. They climbed out of your room while you finally stood up and watched them take off. You sighed, running your hands over the little hickeys and bruises they left on you before heading to your bathroom to get cleaned up.

There was the ringing of a phone, only sounding for a few seconds before the other line picked up. “Hey Stu, let's take the girls shopping tomorrow, we owe someone a new shirt. Also need to get you all fancied up too, you have a date tomorrow night,” Billy said, Stu laughing before beginning to question him on the details.

[certifiedstarrr]

"i'll beat her bitch ass." - c.s

femvolleyballplayer!y/n x chris

warnings: cursing, crying, intentional lowercase, no grammar used (intentional), past injury, use of y/n (sorry?)

summary: it’s the semi-finals of the biggest volleyball tournament of the year and y/n feeling great at first but 2 people who were supposed to be there didn’t show upーthen after her game she gets the worst news of her life. will it affect her gameplay for the tournament?

this is set in some random ass au that i can’t really explain😭😭

p.s sorry to people named amelia, no hate to y’all !💗

don’t like don’t read !!

find some other shit to do.

not proofread (a bitch don’t got no time for that shit)

this is my work and i do not approve of plagiarism in any way. i also do not approve of reposting my work onto other apps or anything of the idea. SSTVRNIOLOO 2024.

a/n: HEYY so this is your surprise fic ive been working onnnn ~ this could be a series but idk yet 🤷🏾‍♀️ also my laptop stopped working so i don’t have the option of typing anymore, so it’ll be on my phone or ipad. (mostly ipad though) 💔

wc: 1.1k

happy reading loviess !

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waking up feeling great, but then remembering about my volleyball game in the semi-finals, i felt nervous. i hop out my bed and start walking to my bathroom.

heading over to the bathroom to brush my teeth, wash my face and do my daily skincare.

i grab my jersey from a hanger in my closet, closing the closet door after equipping the clothing item i needed.

bringing the jersey to my head, pulling it over my head, and the jesey laying tight on my torso. the red and blue complemented each other well and suited my natural complexion.

seizing my knee pads, arm sleeves, and leg brace and shoving them into my sports bag. i anxiously fumble with the zipper; failing many times to zip it up but succeeding after attempt six.

going down my steps, i pull out my phone and go to me and chris' texts.

y/n

hey baby are you almost here?

read: 2:03pm

chris💗

yeah ill be there in 5

read: 2:04pm

y/n

alright see you soon baby💕

read: 2:05pm

i shove my phone back into my sports bag and wait for my boyfriend to pick me up.

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i look around in the crowd; searching for the two people who said they’d be here and wouldn’t miss it for the worldーmy parents who are fucking liars.

it was the semi-finals of the biggest college volleyball tournament of the year and i was excited.

until i saw two empty chairs waiting to filled by no one. but i saw my friends and my biggest supporterーmy boyfriend of two years: chris. he was there for every game, there to pick me up from practice; whatever i needed. i loved him more than anything.

the stadium was fullーspecifically 23,000 people. it was sold out and i see a sea of people wearing our school colors: red and blue.

everybody was here: from alumni, parents, and students. i was a tiny bit nervous because i’d never seen so many people come to watch our school play.

but after all, it was the semi-finals.

i scanned and searched the crowd and found the triplets, and my friends: lauren and angelina.

i met up with my teammates at the bench and we went over our game plan. i look over at the opposing team and see my biggest rival.

amelia. the little fucking bitch that plays foul. the snarkiest grin decorating her stupid face.

last season she almost permanently injured me over one pre-season gameーi was hospitalized for 3 fucking months and she just laughed about it and acted like she didnt know what i was talking about. that bitch could have injured me so badly that i coulda been kept in the hospital longer, or permently.

i scanned the front row and once i found him, chris doing our secret messageーblowing a kissーwhich means “you got this, i love you, and kill their asses”.

doing our team chant and reviewing our lineup. my position was spiker; specifically outside hitter. so that means i was main hitter: who got most of the sets.

meghan; my setterーwho was also one of my best friends, did our secret handshake and communicated with hand gestures that the opposing team doesn't know: which in turn gives us the opportunity to fix a plan during the game.

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everyone was set in their correct position and the sea of people went silent. it was so silent you could hear a pin drop. the first whistle blew and i locked in.

it’s you, the ball, and your teammates. nothing else matters right now.

the first serve of game and its already a long rally.

the perfect set comes from meghanーdirectly to me,

i spike the volleyball and the only sound heard in whole the stadium was the loud smack of my palm hitting the ball straight down to the floor on the opponent's side.

it went to amelia and she dove for it but missed.

i let out a little giggle as her face twisted into an furious one. i loved pissing her offーand each time i do, its payback for her injuring me.

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whilst jumping to block a deep incoming set dump, lorelai; one of our team's middle blockers, landed wrong on her ankle and broke it.

she was such a good blocker and which now she had to exit the game due to her ankle, left me in a state of disappointment.

another one of our other middle blockers, yasmine, traded spots for lorelai. she wasnt as good but still played well and got the job done.

i look over at the crowd and see the triplets and my two friends holding a banner that spelled out "let's go y/n". i cheesed at the bannerーbut still with a stupidly wide grin on my face.

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it was down to the final minute of the game and the crowd was on their feet.

i was serving. and hell, i was scared i was gonna mess it all up. my jump-serve was excellent, but i was in shambles when it came to the final seconds of a game; even if i wasnt playing.

throwing the ball into the air as the sea of people that gaped at my every move. running after it and jumping in the air and cocking my arm backーswinging it at the ball, hitting it far left to a weaker player on the opposing team.

scoring an ace,

"all ace !!"

my team cheered. they lost. fuck you amelia.

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amelia scoffed, flipping me off and walking over, slapping me over apparently "cheating". also telling me that chris didnt love me and i was just a good fuck.

and that's where i dont play.

shits about to go down.

"i'll beat her bitch-ass."

extra: guys i felt so much relief releasing your surpise fic <33

also dont play wit y/nnnnnnnn she gon beat amelia's ass

now if i wake up to an activity page of who-knows-how-many thingies its better than christmas morning ~ i have a angsty chris fic sitting in my drafts and im trying to start it but ive no motivation to start writing, and i just realized anna: (@worldlxvlys), riyah (@hoesformatt), and grace (@lacysturniolo) follow me. tysm for reading !! sorry im a giant yapper

xoxo, riri !

taglist: 🏷 @lovingmattysposts @elliesturniolo1 @elliewrites1 @sturnsbitch @luvmxtt @vanteguccir @novasturniolo03 @tyjna6 @sturnlova @sturniolo-lover1317 @patscorner

(comment here to be on my taglist !)

[hey-its-danny]

So… i wish pl vs aa actually went with the whole evil layton / phoenix idea!! also, seeing phoenix in the pl style was adorbs, also wish they pursued that.

so anyways i was thinking about evil layton and luke.

p.s. just met clark and brenda in azran legacy…. brenda being a party animal even as an adult is killing me…… and clark/hershel/brenda as a college trio……. im gonna draw stuff later about that

[lorimnnn]

I watched ✨House of WAX✨and YOU BEST BELIEVE I'M POPPING OUT A REVERSE HAREM WITH THE SINCLAIRS ONCE I'M FINISHED WITH THE FICS I PROMISED YOU. ALL OF YOU. YOU'RE FINISHED.

Vincent the voyeur. The second you come into town you can feel eyes on you but you don't know who they belong to, and you can't shake the feeling of being watched. But he's everywhere. He's sneaking peaks at you hiding in plain sight, shuddering as he completes his sketch, pencil moving frantically over every inch of the page. He can't move fast enough.

You're in awe of all the effort he takes into making the wax sculptures and beg to meet the artist himself, and he's scared shitless that the mask will bother you but you're just impressed it's molded so accurately to his face. Let's you touch it and guides your fingers over the contours of his mask, shaking at the miniscule tingles he can feel against his weathered skin.

obviously you're attracted to him

Bo the flirt, of course. The second he sees you he knows you'll be fun. Heat licks up your spine every time he looks at you and it's a burrowing, soul-squirming, slow and steady kind of stare that makes it feel like he's looking at every part of you, not just the parts that they all usually like.

And obviously you're this sweet, shy thing emboldened by his attraction. You can't get enough of it and he can't get enough of you. It really will be a shame to kill you.

All your friends are terrified of the goofy, scraggly driver and kind of dicks to him, and you're frowning and he's feeling his heart stutter at someone finally standing up for him and appreciating him the way he deserves. Lester giggles when you ask him more questions, normal questions, almost like you're trying to get to know him. Calls you a 'pretty thing' and gives you a little pendant made from a squirrels skull for good luck, knowing what lies ahead.

And he's falling all over himself too to be the perfect gentleman. Holding your hand to help you out the truck, the touch lingering a tad too long (he's not extending this gesture to your dick head friends of course) leaning against said truck to talk to you and missing like a complete dork, falling on his face. Embarrassed but it's all worth it when you laugh

and then all three of them when you're still roaming around and you can't find your friends, not knowing they're already dead and you're the only one left. You go to the gas station to ask around and they're all there and pretending they have no idea, smirking at your flustered expression when Bo flirts to redirect the conversation, backing you into Vincent as he does. Now you're a bit intimidated. Why are they cornering you like this? Even Lester isn't doing anything apart from an occasional 'knock it off, eh?" when you're too flustered to speak

Hehe you're in for a ride

Mini rant:

No because immediately what struck me watching it is that Carly and her friends are kind of asses??? Like yes I'm all for character flaws but just being an idiot is basically your death sentence. It was karma. The only one I feel bad for is Paige. Tell me why I had hope that they would deserve to live when it was a bunch of college kids - - - you can never trust them to be protagonists of a horror movie because WHERE IN UR RIGHT MIND DOES IT BECOME ACCEPTABLE TO TRESPASS INTO AN AREA THAT CLEARLY SAYS 'CLOSED' OR KEY A WALL FOR PROOF??? like what if I went to ur house and saw it was locked and was like "oh, that's just a decoration" and to prove your window was real glass I threw a brick at it??? Same energy really Carly's boyfriend had it coming.

p.s. i've started writing a reverse harem novel based on house of wax--- it's gonna be a slow burn that's kind of romantic and has a lot of sexual tension hehe. would any of you be interested if I posted it on ao3, or posted updates here so you know when you can perhaps... buy it? i feel like it's going to be around 150,000 - 200,000 words

[sparklygraves]

"It: Chapter 2" wasn't what I expected.

I had heard that it wasn't as good as It (2017), & I agree, but all the parts with the kids were really special!! I loved getting a peek into more moments in their lives, just them hanging out <3

& I expected to love Bill Hader & I did, but I didn't expect to be obsessed with anyone else-- but Adult Eddie Actor!!! James Ransone! My dood killed it!

he had such Eddie energy it delighted me <3

I woulda watched a whole movie of just them.

& I also didn't expect this!! the director of both movies actually thinks Richie is gay & in love with Eddie!! (I read an interview where he was very clear on this.) & everything to do with this in the movie is gold.

anyway, I'm sure none of that is original!

just having reddie feels.

& thinking I probably need to read the book now... (even though I read that Stephen King did not intend Eddie or Richie to be queer at all)

P.S. anyone know of any good aged-up reddie fanfic?

like, ideally, they're in college or older.

ty!

[ohmyeyesmyeyes]

i love my fans - trevor zegras

trevor zegras instagram au x f!author

fc: i tried to stick to zendaya but there weren't many pictures that could fit contextually

warnings: swearing + a confused non-nhl-fan-reader

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ynofficial: thank you to everyone who made it to the la signing in anaheim today, you're all so beautiful!! (p.s. the first two photos were from an interaction i had when this guy walked into my signing, stopped and said he was sorry but he was in the wrong place and walked back out with a crowd following him. i am very confused, but he was very polite about it all and honestly it was kind of hilarious. to them: i hope you found where you were meant to be and made it on time!) i love my fans

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fan1: omg no way that happened

fan2: you were beautiful too!

fan3: babe that's literally trevor zegras

ynofficial: who?

jamie.drysdale: trevorzegras humbling moment for you

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trevorzegras: met a lot of you today and had a lot of fun doing it ;) i love my fans but i do have to apologise for my lateness, i accidentally crashed a book signing and the author herself was incredibly understanding when i ran into her a couple of minutes ago! unfortunately she had to run and i never got her name but this was one of the two pictures i got before she left. help a guy out?

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jamie.drysdale: ynofficial

fan: not jamie doing the hard work and it going unnoticed

fan4: i feel like that's such a z thing of you to do

fan5: she's literally so fucking pretty

fan6: that's y/n l/n and i'm pretty sure you guys went to the same college at the same time

ynofficial: so this is trevor zegras? wow i get what you guys mean now

trevorzegras: i'm scared. who is 'you guys' and what did they mean?

fan7: i'm never going to recover from this

fan8: if this goes well this is one hell of a meet-cute

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ynofficial: friends in la

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fan9: effective method in shutting down the rumours i'll give you that

fan10: trev being friendzoned made me laugh

fan11: they've literally only known each other a couple of weeks slow down

fan12: why is there a pin needle in your mug?

fan13: the flowers are gorgeous!

ynofficial: a little present for myself from myself ;)

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trevorzegras: shenanigans

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fan14: trevor in his active era pop off king

fan15: it's the way every time he posts she's always in it

fan16: fr he's only active because she gives him something to post about

fan17: i know we don't ship people irl but i think i am rn

fan18: THEY MATCH EACH OTHER'S ENERGIES SO WELL

fan19: she took him on her tour??????? i'm sobbing

fan20: she looks so comfortable with him :)

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ynofficial: my time in la has been a whirlwind to say the least but this post goes out to trevorzegras and trevor zegras only. it took about three weeks for trevor to become my favourite person and now the thought of carrying on this tour without him is kind of daunting, but we move. i just wanted to say that i'm gonna miss him a lot. and that i'm starting to get the hang of this ice hockey thing.

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fan21: it's one am on a monday and you're making me cry already

fan22: STOP IT RN

fan23: idk nor do i care if they're dating but they're too cute not to be soulmates in some realm

fan24: i'm melting with the way he looked at her in the 2nd pic

fan25: wife him up immediately that man is whipped

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trevorzegras: as much as i want you to stay with me in la, i know you need to carry on being the incredible writer and human being you are. just know that you'll always be welcome to stay with me when you come back. i'm so unbelievably proud of my favourite person.

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fan26: just get married already

fan27: this is killing me

fan28: it's the way they look at each other it's sending me into cardiac arrest

fan29: she's just honestly breathtaking

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jhughes: i'm not saying anything

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trevorzegras: your favourite hooligans reunited and took NYC by storm

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fan30: THEY LOOK SO HAPPY

fan31: you can tell it's been a long 5 months for them both

jamie.drysdale: fucking finally

fan32: jamie's been through something there

fan33: please never keep them apart again

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ynofficial: fuck soft launches and all that jazz. this my man

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trevorzegras: i love my fans (a whole damn lot)

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ynofficial: smug bastard

jamie.drysdale: that's what i've been trying to tell you

[catgirlforeskin]

This may border on victimblaming, but most of stories about how someone was "groomed" online that I saw (I didn't research it, mind you, just what crossed my dashboard) read to me as "I am a total dumbass who doesn't have common sense and I am going to blame everyone for this".

Like older* guy on forum who talks about how you being offline makes him want to kill himself is not a good man, and neither are any other kinds of "online groomers", but literally nothing about technology makes them more dangerous.

(*Assuming that he is in fact older, I also was "in my early 30s" online since I was 12, but that's not that important because him living who the fuck knows where makes any actual power imbalance irrelevant, and teenagers are very much capable of being cruel and manipulative).

In fact, online interactions are way safer for kids because they fucking can close the tab and forget about everything that happened. Restrictions on children's access to internet doesn't help them. I am not even going to talk about how abusive families can be - outside of home is also not that safe, and people actually may have power over you. In my high school there were rumours about certain teachers sleeping with certain students. I don't know were they true, but I myself was present when one of our teachers went on a discussion about how it's better for schoolgirls to date college students and graduates to "get better experience". People who live close to you may be very gross and bigoted, in fact there is someone close to you and bigoted. Slightly older people can tell about absolutely awful culture of teen neighborhood groups (idk if there was something like that in USA but that's when people of one urban neighborhood hang out together purely because they live close by).

Mind you, I grew up on my local equivalent of 4chan, and while I don't think that it was good for me, the grossest experiences I had were all IRL. Yes, some of those anons may be totally inhuman, but I didn't have to listen to their bullshit, while IRL I had not only to listen but to politely agree, or the middle aged man with ego of a toddler and the middle aged woman who believes in every conspiracy on Earth and the teenage boy who thinks that he is the protagonist of life will be offended, and I am a good kid so I shouldn't make them sad :(

P.S.: Anecdotally, "normie" online places felt way grosser than imageboards. Part of it may be because it was before Trump ruined online everywhere, part of it that those "normie" online places were not as normal as they liked to pretend, but I think that the correct answer is that 4chan is not some malicious entity that corrupts our world, not even really marginal group - it's just content of middle class cranium without flattering makeup of civility. Still, don't go there

P.P.S.: I focused on school because the discourse was about kids, but like, you realise that adult abuse on workplace and such can be way worse and actually endanger your life in the way online never can, right?

Yeah, definitely, it’s an extension of the “stranger danger” model of abuse instead of the reality where most abuse comes from people you know that have power over you, whether it be in a family, school, or work setting. I was constantly told not to talk to strangers online because they’re dangerous by a family member who was literally abusing me lol.

There is harm that can be done by having unfettered internet access as a kid, but until the astronomically greater harm of kids having no rights in the face of parental dominion is addressed, I don’t think parents having more rights to control their children is a good idea

[p0isonyouth]

Mastermind | Spencer Reid

Spencer Reid didn't want to love again.

After the passing of his late girlfriend, Maeve Donovan, the young genius believed that everyone in his life would eventually leave him.

So he chose not to get attached.

Valeria Bela had no time for love.

Though the young woman grew up in a home full of love and care, she refused to have her feelings get in the way of her work once again.

So she chose to be closed off.

Both Spencer and Valeria had come to terms with their resentment of love, more so what had happened to get them to feel so negatively about it. But, when young Supervisory Special Agent Bela joins the BAU, both soon forget about their rule with strong rivalry and stolen kisses.

A/N - Unfortunately, I do not own Criminal Minds, nor their characters or plots. I do not own dialogue, cases, or episodes, those go to the beautiful minds of the writers (MGG EPISODES !!!!). I also do not own any of the gifs presented in this story. These were picked at random via Pinterest. I do, however, own Valeria Bela as well as any other characters that are not created by the Criminal Minds enterprise. I also own plotlines that are designed by me. Without further ado, welcome to Mastermind!

P.S. - Valeria's face claim is Shay Mitchell. Timothy's is Pedro Pascal. Antonio's is Avan Jogia. And it's up to interpretation whom her mother's is.

Warnings:

Since you are reading a Criminal Minds Fanfic, I'm sure you expect what is to happen in episodes, but just in case you like jumping into a fandom by fanfic, here's some trigger warnings: assault, depression/depressive episodes, gore, kidnapping, murder, sexual assault, sexual innuendos, swearing, torture, violence, etc... ( there are way more, but i'm sure you get the point)

NOTICE ~ CHAPTER ONE

"YOU COMING, ROSSI?" Timothy Bela questioned his partner as he started the engine of a government-owned black SUV. 

They were chasing an unsub that they had been after for weeks, a serial killer who targeted normal families. With all the information gathered, they had determined their suspect to be Stephen Jenkins, a 28-year-old man. The boy was an orphan, always by himself until he went to college, found a job, and married the so-called love of his life. That was until she passed away a couple months later. The man kept to himself, only venturing out of his house every so often. To kill.

Timothy Bela and David Rossi had no doubts that the sadistic man was not working alone due to his elaborate work, but they had to catch him first.

Timothy lived for the thrill of the chase. He loved the adrenaline that spiked in his veins as he was catching an unsub, however, he knew he had to be more careful with his life. Timothy had a wife now, Meredith Bela, and two children, nine-year-old Valeria, and one-year-old Antonio. He was expected to be a role model, a parent, and most importantly, a hero.

The red and blue lights flashed from the top of the black SUV as the duo raced through the streets to catch their unsub. David Rossi's eyes focused on the streets ahead but moved over to his partner and longtime best friend for a brief second. "So, how are the kids, Timothy? Is Valeria still up to her usual trouble?"

"She sees her Uncle Rossi a little too much for her own good." The man said with a small chuckle, turning the wheel to make a hard left turn. "Wants to be just like us when she's older."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, Bela." 

The black vehicle stopped in front of an abandoned house, the wooden planks that once blocked the door from being entered were littered on the broken-down porch. "What an idiot," Timothy commented as he took his gun out of his holster, approaching the opened door. Rossi came behind him, making sure that the coast was clear.

The two stepped into the house, the floorboards creaking beneath their feet. Timothy winced as the sound pierced his ears, venturing deeper into the house with a careful foot. "Don't you come any closer!" A voice said as Rossi and Bela entered into a hallway. The voice was weak, tired, and out of breath. "I said don't you come any closer to me!"

"FBI! Stephen Jenkins, come out slowly, hands up." Rossi yelled gun brandished in front of him.

"I don't want any trouble. Just go away, don't come any closer!" Stephen called out again, his back against the wall. If he peered to the right a little, he could see the eyes of the men in a mirror that hung against the wall. "I have a gun, I'll use it."

"Yeah, so do we, kid." Timothy was confused. This man didn't seem like who they were looking for at all, he didn't seem like he'd hurt a fly. He was done playing the boy's game, hoping to hurry up the delay so he could get home to his family. "You have one last chance to get out here or I'm coming inside."

"I-i can't." 

"Why not?" Rossi asked, getting no reply in return. He motioned for Timothy quietly to go into the room at the looming silence, when suddenly a loud thud hit their ears. The two men raced into the room as the sounds of their team members slamming their car doors echoed outside.

Timothy entered the dusty, dark room first, desperately trying to find a source of light. He walked further into the room, pulling a cord that led to a light bulb in the middle of the room. Slightly turning, he rested his eyes on the body of Stephen Jenkins lying on the floor, shriveled in pain and frankly red as wine. The blonde boy, barely a man, struggled to breathe, his face turning pale as if he had been suddenly drained of all that was keeping him alive. Timothy's stomach dropped, and Rossi made his way to his partner's side to investigate. "Dear god," Rossi sighed, crouching to examine the pale body.

Stephen's body had bloody gashes all over him, carved into his chest like some satanic ritual. The young man looked up at the two men, fear written all over his face. His blue eyes were slightly dilated, his hands trembled, and his body squirmed.

"Stephen, who did this to you?" Timothy said, staring the young man in the eyes. 

"He..." Stephen started before choking on the blood that wound up in his throat. "He just wanted you to notice."

"Wanted who to notice what?" Rossi asked, holding pressure on Stephen's wounds, knowing it was no use.

"He wanted Timothy Bela... to notice." He said, finally succumbing to his injuries. The rest of the department entered the room, examining the scene as Rossi looked up at Timothy with confusion. Timothy's eyes never left the young man, his mind focused on what he was to notice.

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Valeria watched her mother pull out the freshly baked chocolate chip cookies from the oven, the delicious smell immediately hitting her nostrils. Her mouth watered for the sweet treat, getting up from her spot across from her baby brother to her mother who was standing at the counter. "How much longer until we can eat the cookies, mama?" 

Meredith laughed, taking the oven mitts off of her hands. "In a few minutes, mi amor. They must cool down first."

Valeria nodded happily, going back to sit across from her little brother, Antonio. "I can't wait until you are able to eat cookies, Antonio. I think you'll like them!" Baby Antonio gurgled in response to his older sister, slamming his tiny hands on the baby seat tray. The girl grinned, going back to drawing on a piece of paper with her crayons. 

Meredith watched her children from afar with a sad smile, disappointed that her husband was missing out on all the little moments of their children's lives. She didn't regret moving to Quantico, it was a good environment for their family. She just wished that Timothy wasn't so occupied with solving crimes. The sound of loud knocking had taken the woman out of her thoughts, as she made her way to the front door.

As she opened the door, a tall man stood in front of her, a gun pointed at her forehead. Her eyes widened with fear, as she took three steps backward into the living room. It was a rare occasion for Meredith to let her nerves get the best of her, but her mind was blank as her eyes locked on the barrel of the gun. The man followed her inside, a sinister smile appearing on his face. "Meredith Bela, as beautiful as I remember. It's been a long time, don't you remember me?"

Meredith swallowed a sob, remembering that her children were in the next room. A faux smile appeared on her face as she smiled. "I do remember, of course, I do."

The man's smile dropped, a scowl taking its place. "Don't lie to me, darling."

"I-i'm not lying. I do remember you." Her voice waivered, the gun practically resting on her forehead. 

"No need to get defensive, Meredith. I'm just playing." He sneered. "I want to say hello to the kids, let's go to the kitchen." The woman planted her feet, shaking her head frantically.

"Please don't hurt them, take me. Don't hurt them." 

"Let's remember who has the gun and who is begging for their children's lives to be saved. The kitchen. Go!" He yelled, aggressively pulling her into the kitchen. Valeria looked up to see her mother in pain, tears flowing down her cheeks. She tilted her head in confusion, watching as the man bent down to her level. "Hello, Valeria."

"Hello. Do I know you?" She asked, staring into the man's cold, blue eyes. 

"I'm a friend of your father's."

"Daddy's not home, so maybe you should come back later." Valeria shrugged the man off, going back to coloring on her paper. "And you can't have any cookies because they aren't cooled off yet."

The man stood shocked at her manners, gritting his teeth with a fake smile. The girl's face didn't show an ounce of emotion like she didn't question his intentions at all. He was intrigued by the young girl, albeit amused. 

"That's enough, now leave our house." Meredith spat, wrestling her wrist out of the man's grip, grabbing a kitchen knife that lay on the counter. "Get out, now!"

Valeria turned to look at her mother, realizing that the man wasn't a friendly visitor. A chill ran down her spine as the man began to laugh, shaking his head at her mother. "And I thought you were always up for a challenge, Meredith. Truly a shame that we had to do this so quickly." He took out his gun with a sad sigh, resting his finger on the trigger.

And shooting her quickly between the eyes.

The young girl wasn't sure if there was a sound. Valeria felt so lightheaded that she knew it wasn't long before she would pass out. She blinked but couldn't see anything except her mother's cold, dead eyes on the floor.

The man smirked at his work, turning to face the two children. Antonio was bawling at the loud noise, not realizing what had happened, and Valeria stood still with shock and fear. The man approached the crying baby, attempting to coo him. "There, there. She wasn't that special anyways." 

"What are you gonna do?" Valeria croaked out, her mouth dry from tears.

"Excuse me?" 

"What are you gonna do with us?" She questioned.

"You see, I hadn't planned that far ahead." He spoke slowly, walking over to the counter and grabbing a cookie from the rack. He took a bite, chewing with his mouth open. "Cookie?" He offered, sitting back down at the table after getting no reply. "You see, I have to get rid of the evidence that I was here... which means you two have to go. And he'll finally notice me."

Valeria stood, staring at the table, not daring to look into the man's murderous eyes. "Go? Notice you?"

"Go. Die. Exterminate. Croak. There's a lot of ways to say it." He dismissed by waving his hands, grabbing a cigarette and lighter out of his pocket. He put the cigarette to his mouth, lighting the end of it. "It's a shame really, I was starting to like you guys."

"You can't cause a fire with just one cigarette." The girl said, crossing her arms. "You need a reactant of some sort to cause the fire. Which you didn't do."

"Which I did do, actually, little girl. Do you really think that I haven't planned this through? Watch and-" He said, coughing as his cigarette smoke hit his lungs. Valeria raised an eyebrow at the man, rolling her eyes in disbelief. Amid his coughing fit, he dropped the lit cigarette on the table. The tablecloth immediately burst into flames, catching on the man. He screamed out in pain as the flames engulfed him, Valeria rushing to unbuckle her younger brother from his seat.

The man fell backward as the flames got wider, soon covering half of the kitchen. Valeria ran out into the living room with her brother in her grasp, looking for a way to escape. "This is why you don't smoke, Antonio." She said out of nervousness, as the fire captured the wall of the house. 

They were trapped inside.

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Timothy Bela bid Rossi goodbye as he finally finished his paperwork for the case. Though it hadn't gone the way that he wanted it to go, they were closer to solving the murders. As he headed out the door, an agent ran to him, calling his name. "Bela! Bela! Bela!" 

The man turned, eyes finding the panicked state of the agent. "Bernhards? What's going on?"

"Your house! It's all over the news!"

"My house? The man questioned his eyes widening in worry. "Bernhards, what's wrong with my house? Finish your sentence, goddammit!"

"It's on fire...!" The man said, exasperated and out of breath. "Your house is on fire!"

Bela didn't hear the man any longer as he ran to his car, racing down the streets to get to his house. Fear ran in his veins as he thought about his family, wondering if they had made it outside yet. Little did he know, they were still inside. 

By the time Timothy got to his house, news anchors surrounded the lawn. The house was up in flames, immediately consuming everything from the inside. He spotted his neighbors, running over to them and asking multitudes of questions. "Did Meredith and the kids make it out? Has anyone called the fire department? Has anyone gone in yet to check?" The neighbors shook their heads in worry, watching the flames blaze. 

Everyone outside had no idea what to do while they waited for the fire department to get there. Nobody dared to run inside and start saving the family themselves. 

Worry struck the man's features as he started to strip himself of his jacket and tie. One neighbor, Eugenia Miller, a kind lady from across the street, grabbed his arm. "You are not going in there, Timothy." 

"I'm not letting my family burn alive. Every second that fire is getting worse and worse and my children are in there." He broke himself free from her grip, hogging into the house. The flames flew behind him as he kicked down the door, entering the house. 

"Dear god, that man is a maniac," Eugenia muttered, joining the rest of the neighbors. 

Timothy ran into the kitchen, stumbling upon the burnt body of the man, his gun still in his hands. The agent furrowed his eyebrows, looking at where the table once was, before seeing the body of his wife. He choked back a sob, covering his mouth with his hands, pressing the white sleeve of his uniform to his mouth to breathe. "Meredith, amore mio." He whispered, exiting the kitchen after not bearing to see the sight any longer. "Valeria? Valeria, where are you?" He called out, his hope leaving him every second.

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The only thing that Valeria could process during the smoke was the pain she was in. Her broken heart, her ears ringing, and a burn on her right thigh. She held her brother close to her, putting her thin sleeve over his mouth so he could breathe filtered air. She placed a kiss on his forehead, closing her eyes. "We're going to be okay, little brother. I promise. They're coming for us." As she calmed herself down, she visualized firefighters calling out her name, hoping they would reach her on time. 

She was exhausted; her throat burned with every swallow, her muscles ached, and her lungs were starting to sting from the gathering smoke that slowly leaked into the enclosed space that they were trapped in. It didn't help that Antonio started crying once again. With nothing to calm him down with, she closed her eyes tight, praying that someone would save them soon.

"Valeria!" She heard a voice shout from somewhere. "Valeria?"

"In here!" She cried out with all that was left in her. "Help! Please help!" A sob ripped from her throat, joining the cries of her younger brother. 

Timothy appeared, moving rubble out of the doorway as he entered the room. He gazed at the sight of his two children, rushing to hold them in his arms as they cried. "Valeria, Antonio. You're okay, I got you."

"Daddy, mama's dead." Valeria cried into her father's shoulder. "She's gone!"

"I know, baby. I know." He soothed, rubbing her hair. He pulled away from his daughter, noticing the large burn on her leg. "Your leg, Valeria. Can you walk on it?"

"I don't think I can."

He looked behind him at the doorway, watching as small flames began to form at the bottom of it. Cradling Antonio in his left arm, he picked up the young girl with his right. "Hold your breath, Valeria, close your eyes for me." She did what she was told as the agent made his way through the fire, making sure his children were not harmed any further. He met the fire department halfway, sobbing in relief as they made it completely out of the house.

Valeria and Antonio were taken out of his arms as he collapsed to his knees on the front lawn. A paramedic ran to his side, grasping his shoulders. "Sir, you have to calm down. Let us check you out." He cried out, his head touching the cool, wet grass. 

Rossi arrived at the scene, racing toward his best friend. "Timothy, it's okay. Everything's going to be okay." 

"Meredith is dead." Timothy gasped out, looking up at the man. Rossi helped him up, leading him to the back of an ambulance to get checked out. "Valeria and Antonio-"

"They'll be okay," Rossi reassured, nodding to the paramedic as she finished checking on him. "They're together, on their way to the hospital. You're going too."

"I'm done with this, Rossi." Timothy looked back at his friend as he was put into an ambulance to join his children. "I can't do this anymore. This happened because of me. I quit." 

[queen-of-elves]

Under the moon

Steven grant x fem!reader

Soulmate AU

Epilogue

Summary: You always thought you were alone, without a soulmate, but the universe loves surprises.

Word count: almost 3K

Warnings: sweet but very angsty? I tried lol, some swearing etc.

A/N: Y/S - soulmark of your choosing, I didn’t want to choose a soulmark that represents Y/N. :) btw the timeline is way off and apparently I don’t care about it so

P.S.: to this day I am still thinking about Soulmate AU w Bucky Barnes (read it at least 5 years ago)  where reader is only soulmate of Winter Soldier, so this is sort of inspired, and for the love of me I can’t find the fanfiction, therefore if someone would be so lovely and let me know if you recognize it from my poor summary.

Since you were born, you were one of the unlucky few, without a soulmate, without your second half. It was not that bad actually, not that bad as everyone tends to imagine. You can’t really miss something you don’t have, what you actually never had, can you?

Where everyone's wrist was decorated by a mark of their soulmate, something that represented them on a personal level, you had a blank space. Where your wrist was meant to be grazed by ink and color, there was absolutely nothing. It never really bothered you, you had your little quiet life and that was enough for you. Living in a world full of superheroes and aliens kinda does that to you.

However, from time to time the realization of your situation overwhelms you, hits you really low, just like now. One of your friends, Marcy,  invited you for a celebration party of them finding their soulmate. It happened like in those romantic movies, or that’s what she tells everyone. One look and they knew, didn’t even have to check their soulmarks. 

Lucky.

Marcy and Tom were adorable; you couldn’t deny it, all heart-eyes and little kisses. And yes, there was joy in your heart for them but the sting of jealousy every time you saw them was apparent. Heavy on your chest was the sadness you were meant to carry alone for the rest of your life. 

The thought of soulmates started to consume your mind more often then you have anticipated after the announcement from Marcy. You expected to think about it from time to time, sure, the whole world was obsessed with them after all, but you? Not so much. However, Marcy constantly posted and talked about her amazing relationship with Tom even though they met just two weeks ago. And it just pissed you off. Never ever have you felt like this, even in middle school where kids happily showed each other their soulmate marks, leaving you feeling bad about the blank skin, or in college when everyone started to meet their soulmates. 

This party is going to be a nightmare. Fuck. 

***

The party was worse than a nightmare, even though you love Marcy to death, she was insufferable. Clinging to Tom the whole time and everytime the conversation wasn’t about them she would gladly navigate it back. You suppose that’s how everyone with a newly discovered soulmate acts, they are their world afterall.

You have spent the rest of the party hiding away from her, because you could handle talking about soulmates only to some degree, and drinking, happily and heavily drinking! Alcohol often makes you warm and fuzzy so why not now, you had needed that to cheer you up. 

And at the end of the long night Marcy couldn’t let you leave, probably after seeing you mix gin and tonic into a big bowl and then putting a colorful straw into it. Sometimes you were not really proud of your drinking habits... 

So after everyone left, Marcy told you to go sleep on her couch, draped a blanket over you and put a bucket next to your lying form. It sort of reminded you of one of those sleepovers you used to have when you were both in middle school. 

This would have been a magnificent last thought before closing your eyes and going to sleep if it weren’t for the annoying tingling sensation on your skin.

If she has bed bugs on her couch, I will kill her. You thought, opening your eyes and vigorously scratching your arm while you sat up. And when the haze dissolved and you could finally turn your focus on your wrist. You couldn't believe your eyes. 

Soulmark, your own soulmark. One second there was nothing and now a crescendant shape was adoring your wrist in a black outline. The waxing crescent staring at you in its hollow beauty, insolent mark of universe on your life. 

“No-,” you stared unmovingly down at your arm, whispering softly as if saying it louder would erase it,”-way.” You felt like breaking down, now of all times you have a soulmate? Were they born now? Or did they lose their soulmate and the universe assigned you together? So many questions and even the internet could answer only a few, plus Marcy’s wifi was shit so it took a horrendous amount of time to find anything. 

But in the end, even the palpation in your chest had yet to stop and tears kept on running down the slope of your cheeks, when the thought struck you. You had someone you were meant to be with, a SOULMATE.

***

The revelation of having a mark happened a few months ago and nothing has changed since, crescendant moon mark still on and slightly less mocking by now. 

You had quite the thought about it and you decided that it was… fine, just fine. People have soulmates, it's a thing, so it's… FINE, right? Yeah, you were kinda panicking about it. 

Why now of all the time?

Also was London always so cheerful? The stereotypical image of gloomy streets with a rainy haze contradicting the one you were rushing through. It was late afternoon and the streets were buzzing with people, the veins of the city working steadily, keeping the whole organism alive. Maybe your mood would be better if the weather was gloomy, if people were all irritated and nasty. Then it would make more sense for you to be annoyed with your life. 

This one time the universe decided to listen to your wishes, a harass push sent you flying backwards, stumbling into the person standing behind you, both of you tumbling on the dirty pavement of the bus stop. The gravel scraped one of your palms but otherwise your fall was cushioned by the person behind you.

Universe just couldn’t give you a break, it seemed. 

“Oh my, you alright? Let me just-,” hand extended to help you up with your tote bag already picked up and dusted off in the other.” help you up. There.” The sting in your palm distracted you from any further examination of the extended arm in front of you. And before you could blink again, you were at your feet with your silly little tote bag bestowed in your hand. Well almost-, your knight in shining armor noticed scraps of gravel entombed in your skin and a tenuous stream of blood trickling down, before he could hand it to you fully. “Oh my, that looks nasty.”  If you haven’t realized before, now you have, his voice was the sweetest thing ever, like it was wrapping you in a blanket and shushing you to go back to sleep, that kind of sweet. 

God, do I have a concussion? At this idea you jumped away from him, giving him quite the scare. 

The realization hits you quite slowly, soulmark, your soulmark was grazing his tanned wrist and intertwined with Y/S. Oh, so there he was, your soulmate.

 It took him just a few seconds to come to the same conclusion and now his eyes were bulging out of its sockets, staring bewildered at your mark, while his mark was peeking from under his coat’s sleeve. 

This was it, wasn't it? The moment in which you absolutely knew that no matter what happens you can't get on without this feeling. You felt so warm and happy like never before, as if you had seen the sun for the first time. Was it the same for everyone or was it just you? Maybe it was a no-soulmate-before thing and to experience being in the presence of your soulmate was just too much for those like you. Your heart was beating very fast, sprinting miles to nowhere… was it also normal? All of this seemed so unusual. Perhaps you were dying, cardiac arrest is always on the table, isn’t it?

And then he smiled and all of it got more intense, more sunshine in your life, the warmth spreading through you now scorching your insides and you couldn’t get enough of it.

He stood slumped, the coat hanging on him, trying to hide his figure completely to unwanted attention, but still framing him in your adoring gaze as the most handsome man in the whole vast world. 

“Please be real.” Whisper left your lips before you could register that your mouth opened. This  seemed to brighten his mood even more, your comment not weirding him out at all. As if for him it was an acceptable norm, to doubt the existence of human beings standing in front of him.

************

“I don't understand it. So we got magically assigned together? Aren’t soulmates designed from birth?”

“I am just as stumped as you. Honestly, all of this is a bit bonkers!” He exhaled as if out of absolute relief, contradicting his words.

You and Steven were now sitting on an ugly painted park bench near the bus stop. And while the conversation was not smoothly pacing as you had anticipated and in your nervous state you kept peeling off the chipped green paint from the metal bench, Steven was very polite. He told you his name right after the two of you labeled each other as real people, not just a construct of your lonely minds (and lack of sleep in Steven’s case). 

And now that you had time to fully look at him, you deemed your soulmate as the most handsome man in the whole world. Dark unruly hair falling into his eyes seemed too fluffy to your liking, maybe it was the need to touch it that made you lovingly hate it. You really loved to look at him, as if he was a piece of art even though his posture was never changing, clothes hanging on his frame as if trying to hide him and oftentimes it seemed as if his tongue was not adjusted to speak in such a way.

He fits perfectly in your life but in his, in some odd way he seemed to struggle to adjust.

So, from your first interaction with your soulmate you have gathered only a little information, obviously his name, the fact that he works in a gift shop in the National Art Gallery and his undying love for Egyptian mythology. As the conversation moves on you have yet to check off any of the boxes in your red flag list, so far so good then. It also did not end up with just Steven talking about himself, he asked you a ton of questions (he later apologized for it ‘cause he felt like he was simply intruding) which not a lot of guys do, based on your narrow experience with blind dates and stuff like Tinder.

And as time flew by you realized Steven’s lovely brown irises never left you, not even for a split second did his attention shift, as if in his eyes you were the sun. Well he for sure was in yours, warm and light gifting sphere, from now on the center of your universe. 

**************

It has been weeks since you have met him and so far everything was going great, more than great, Steven was nothing but sweetheart to you but still there was the milestone of spending a night at one’s place was still yet to be crossed. When this question first came, Steven seemed hesitant at the idea of spending the night at someone else’s place or maybe it was about you. Maybe he was hesitant about you spending the night as his? 

You basically mutually decided that this part of dating could wait, there is no race to be won so why to rush it, right? This seemed to soothe the worry rising in both of you. And there were other bridges to be crossed so you both turned your attention to them. 

Steven was a sweetheart since the start of you two, could you actually call it dating tho? Neither of you have spoken out about it, setting in the borders of the relationship. Yes, objectively speaking how you spend the time with your soulmate would be sorted into the category of dating but neither of you have called your meetings a date yet. It was nerve wracking, simply dancing around the topic in every conversation, you trying not to make him uncomfortable and Steven in the same position but on the opposite side. 

You couldn’t take it anymore and you were done being anxious over something so silly. So you took the first step and texted him.

You thought that the giggling and kicking your legs in the air era was done by the time you turned 20 and apparently it was not. Keeping your excitement over him was too hard for you to contemplate over even attempting at it. Steven just made your heart buzz with a newfound energy.

It was impossible to imagine someone else as your soulmate, it was even more inimaginable to try to picture someone more perfect than the lovely museum gift shopist. ‘Cause Steven’s never ending politeness sometimes caught you off guard, he opened doors for you, bought you flowers and even sweet little pastries from the expensive bakery near his flat. You could not fathom how he could be insecure about himself, every single woman you knew would have died for Steven of their own. 

You couldn’t imagine someone more perfect, maybe because Steven was just the definition of perfect.

**********************

You were in ecstasy, you finally sort of convinced Steven to spend the night at your place. Fully innocent idea of movie night with the hope of it turning into a some kind of sleepover. He didn’t seem so eager but movie night sounded too good to his ears for declination. And yes, you two had the deal and all, however it’s been almost three weeks and the impatience in both of you started to rise to the surface.

Everything was ready, finding the movie Steven talked about last week was the only and the biggest obstacle in your journey for a full night with Steven as a company but even that you have successfully conquered. 

Nothing could have stopped you now, nothing could have ruined your excellent mood tonight. Well, there was one thing, this feeling that something terrible was on the horizon, a sort of hunch that something was not quite right. You tried to push it deep inside, to not think about it but the feeling persisted. So you kept busy, waiting at first patiently for Steven’s arrival and then very impatiently pacing the floor of your flat, still keeping the appearance of being busy. Checking if you had his favorite tea in the cupboard, enough popcorn or inspecting the cleanliness of the coffee table on which you have placed snacks for you two. 

He was late, he always was a bit late, well, he was always late and usually it was not a bit. Waiting sort of became your strong suit after meeting Steven, so you sat down on the sofa checking your phone to see how late he was. 

And then you saw it, a bad omen. This had to be a nightmare, was the universe playing a cruel trick on you? Has nothing of it been real? Had you only dreamed of him the whole time?

No, it was real. Your still dirty beige tote bag laying on the kitchen counter strengthened the conviction of your senses that the encounter with your soulmate, and he, himself, were real. However your wrist was now bare, disproving all of it again. You felt nothing though, no pain in your wrist, absolutely nothing that would indicate change.

You were positioned at the start again, fresh clean start insisting that nothing happened, so what if you imagined him and the soulmark the whole time. Nothing changed, you could never feel lost for something you never had, right?But you had him, he was yours and he was real.

Shivering from the sudden drops, cold like ice, rolling down the sides of your neck and staining your sleeping shirt, you realized how this thought process was wrong. All of it was wrong. You felt him, it had to be real, you shouldn’t doubt his existence.

You felt stuck. Skin petrified in the momentum where you could still doubt if the universe was having a laugh over you or if all of this was just a big misunderstanding, somehow.

And only the moon now stands to you as a companion, looking down at you from the dark night sky and casting every surface in gentle glow with the soft light passing through the room, reflecting on every metal.

So under the light of your only faithful companion you weep for your lost love. The universe for sure loved being cruel.

[matchalovertrait]

List 5 facts about a favorite sim of yours, and send this to simblrs whose sims you adore 😋

The different emojis from these asks are killing me 😂 It’s so funny.

Thank you for sending me this ask btw!! <33

This one will be for Irene:

She loves small dogs like Pomeranians. Big dogs scare her.

She does Pilates and used to do it with Palmira a lot before she went off to college.

She doesn’t like chocolate.

She also watches Mi corazón es tuyo and named Guillermo after one of the characters.

She was popular in high school and used to date the jocks.

P.S. If you guys are wondering why I mention Irene and Teodor quite a bit, I explain it in this post.

[idontunderstandchemistry]

Uncomfortable - Tim Drake (2/3)

Summary: [...] "Are you saying you are afraid of me?" "I wouldn't say afraid" Dick said, trying to sound casual "It's just the way you've been talking about everything these days. It makes everyone feel..." "Uncomfortable?" Tim asked, with a bitter grin, finally turning towards Dick "The probable consequences of what you all say and do to me make you uncomfortable, Dick?" [...] Extremely hurt Tim Drake living out of coffee and spite.

Wordcount: 930

Content Warnings: Angst; Deeply depressed Tim having deeply depressed people thoughts.

Notes: Sorry for the delay in posting, i feel like I'm almost selling my soul to finally get into college... Anyways, hope you're enjoying for now. Reblogs and likes are very much appreciated ❣️

Be careful and stay hydrated!

P.S.: Don't judge Timmy for being an asshole, specially about his "I'll simply close my eyes and ignore Cass" because, guess what, deeply tdepressed people ignore their loved ones quite oftenly.

Part 1 - Part 3

CHAPTER TWO - THE SOFA

Tim hated when Steph wasn’t around. 

She and Cass were the only ones he wouldn’t ever deny to be in the presence. Steph knew her limits and always made sure to be whatever Tim needed her to be, and for that, he was very grateful. Cass too. Maybe it was part of her naturally silent nature. Tim could simply enjoy being silent alongside her, and, even if she tried to communicate with him through sign language, he could simply be an asshole and close his eyes, turn away or pretend he didn’t see. 

He found himself being quite an asshole to them recently, and for that, he felt bad. Unfortunately, he couldn’t do anything about it. Tim simply hadn’t had the energy to try. 

So he decided to spend more time alone. Good thing the Manor had more than enough rooms for him to hide. Obviously, he had to avoid the closets and the kitchen. Alfred somehow had a spider sense about them and appeared immediately after he felt in his bones that someone dared to get inside his beloved kitchen. So now he was seated in the sofá of one of the living rooms with his laptop, working on a case.

Everything was fine, until Bruce stealthy got inside the room and sat beside Tim, who pretended not to care. 

Some years ago, he would be thrilled by his appearance - Bruce's emotional intelligence range was equal to a teaspoon, so when Tim was still little, every opportunity he had to try to win a piece of Bruce’s attention was unique. Tim could remember every frustrated bonding attempt he made towards Bruce. 

He remembered how much he tried to break Bruce’s walls down and how everytime he got some success, Bruce was quick in building up some more. It took him some years to realise that no matter how much he tried, he would never be like Dick or Jason to Bruce. He wasn’t chosen by him, he didn’t try to be his father figure, Tim already had a father. His relationship with Bruce was purely professional. 

Batman needs a Robin, and Tim was willingly going to do the job. 

Just so all that he ever worked for was taken away from him by Mr. “I don't want to be THE Batman anymore” and given to an entitled brat who tried to kill him.

Tim could hear his teeth grinding against each other in anger. He hated this fucking family.

— Are you going to tell me what's going on, Tim? — Bruce asked, hearing his son’s jaw clench and his eyes stare at the screen in a cold peace.

— No, I am not — The young man said, slowly, feeling his guts filling with rage.

It was simply too convenient for Bruce to choose when he was able to care about the children he brought into his life and decided to call his children. Simply too convenient to choose when he was going to be an available father figure and when he was going to be distant, when he was going to suffocate you with his uneasy stare because of his inability of simply taking conclusions about what was in front of him. Best detective in the world my ass. 

Bruce let out a deep sigh. He was tired.

— Tim, when you have a problem, you need to talk about it. We are your family, we want to help. — He said after some time.

— Well, it seems like my family gets “uncomfortable” when I talk about the problems, so I decided I simply won't talk about them at all — Tim answered, not caring about how bitter he sounded. He didn’t care that Bruce was tired. He didn’t care about any of that shit anymore — If I need help, I'll hire a therapist. I'm pretty sure I can afford It.

Bruce sighed again.

— I love you, Tim. Don't forget that.

Tim laughed bitterly, what scared Bruce. Once again, Tim found himself being an asshole. He had this particular laugh that freaked the whole family: a laugh mastered during the time when he was Joker Jr. He could see Bruce flinch in discomfort and his pupils filled with fear. They were afraid he was going to snap at any time. Good. They had reason enough to be afraid.

— You don't love me, Bruce — He simply said,closing the laptop angrily and getting up — Jason was dead, Dick was pissed and nobody else was stupid enough to try to get through your emotional walls. You had nobody else. You chose to keep me because you had nobody else. Batman needs a Robin and I were there to do the work, I got it. You don’t have to be a genius to know that.

— Tim, that's absolutely not true...

— I'm going to my chambers — Tim simply said.

— I am not done, Timothy!

— If you try to stop me, this will be the last time you'll ever see me around apart from patrol.I’m already emancipated, I’ll move out and Timothy Drake will never willingly cross paths with Bruce Wayne or any of his children again — The words came out of Tim's mouth like water from a tap. Absolutely fluid and cold. He had nothing else to lose, anyway, and he had already lived  away from the Manor for many months before. He surely could do this again. Bruce couldn't say a thing. He was too shocked by his son's attitude — Do both of us a favour and stop pretending to care. We both know you don't.

Bruce was too shocked to even let out a sigh.

[lebythesimp]

Spoilers for the event

so when Solomon took us on adventure in our dreams I feel so bad because my dreams are WEIRD. I would not get that cute dream adventure 😭

Once I dreamt about the obey me cast and we were having a sleep over in some random college in like tents??? But we were in a classroom??? Anyway at some point the dream went from this cute sleepover thing to some horror shit. Like we needed up in a house that was apparently haunted and throughout the dream I was literally trippin balls. I kept having hallucinations of some grudge looking person murdering me through the stay in the mansion from time to time like when I was walking down a hallway or taking a shower and at the end of the dream someone ended up dead cause the grudge looking person only ends up killing one person per group who stays in the house.

Anyway I firmly believe he would be horrified and try to give mc shit that makes his adorable apprentice have good, normal dreams.

:D

P.S. that dream left me confused when I woke up and I questioned my sanity for a moment but maybe watching all those crime documentaries started finally affecting my dreams. A couple years late but that won’t stop me from watching them still.

[irisewinnow]

also!!!! RUTHLESS VOWS 😫 girl i was stressing so bad when that shane guy found out ab roman and also when dacre found out 🙁 when roman got imprisoned and they had alr planned out their meetup thingy i was like how is miss rebecca ross gonna get us out of this 😬 but thankfully iris and attie formed their own plan cz if they tried to go find roman or smt they prob wouldnt have killed dacre 😣 speaking of which THAT SCENE WAS SO SATISFYING...... also i love enva sm she has the vibes of an aunt whos always traveling and has the best stories if that makes sense LOL and i acc cried when they revealed what happened to forest and sarah im tearing up js typing ab it :( THEY WERE HOLDING HANDS TOO LIKE WTF........ and the illness that roman had :(( but the ending was so so sweet.......... "p.s. impossible" EXCEPT ITS IRIS WRITING IT THIS TIME 😭😭😭😭😭 anw im probs forgetting some important parts if i rmb ill send u them later OH YEAH TOBIAS AND ATTIE THEYRE SUCH CUTIES 😫😫 when r we getting a cutesy romcom book ab their love story without any sadness or deaths or wars 🙏🏽

STOPPP SHANE HAD ME SO STRESSED U HAVE NO IDEA 😭😭😭😭 JUST TELL ME WHAT SIDE UR ON PLS DONT PLAY W ME RN 😫 roman is SO strong for being able to deal with both shane and dacre up his ass i wouldn’t have been brave enough to even send letters to iris at all 😭 would’ve seen the letter appear under the wardrobe n immediately thrown away the whole typewriter LMAOOO soz girlie not ab to be killed by a god …. IRIS AND ATTIE MY BELOVEDSSSSS i love them sm because they always have backup plans cs there’s nothing i hate more in books than when i know the plan is gonna backfire but the chars don’t and they go thru w it anyways 😭😭 makes me so annoyed even tho it’s not their fault LOL AND IT SOOOOO WAS STOP the crowd actually cheered….. iris elizabeth winnow u should’ve been crowned queen after that 🙏🏼 enva’s SO cutie im so glad we got her backstory cz she was lowk annoying me w how she wouldn’t go n fight dacre herself 😭 glad she had a reason LOL & GIRL ME TOOOOO I LITERALLY HAD TO PAUSE FOR A SECOND 😭😭 BECAUSE I WAS SOOOO HOLDING ONTO THE TINY HOPE THAT MAYBE THEY MADE IT 😭😭😭😭 HE WAS SO IN LOVE W HER THE MEMORIES R COMING BACK NOW I CANNOTTTTT HIS LETTER TO IRIS THAT SHE FOUND LATER ON ☹️ omg i acc loved the ending sm cz the one thing i couldn’t get out of my head while reading for some reason was the fact that roman wanted to go to college n study english lit but his dad wouldn’t let him n forced him to work at the gazette instead 😭 every time i’d read ab roman writing an article i’d think “he doesn’t want to tho!!!! let my man write his fantasy stories!!!!” SO THE JOYYYY I FELT WHEN THE EPILOGUE HAD HIM HAS AN AUTHOR 🙏🏼🙏🏼 AND OMG UES STOP THE SCENE WHERE SHE WHISPERS IN HIS EAR TO PROTECT HER FAMILY N HE PLAYS CARS W THEM 😣😣😣😣 we need a duology for them so bad….. except no war just funsies…. pls rebecca ross save us rebecca ross

[writingmochi]

chapter viii. exit music

cast: grunge kid!yeonjun ✗ art student/painter!fem.reader

synopsis: you’re an out-of-place art student living in your childhood hometown, pursuing your dream of becoming a painter. one day, you were given a mysterious responsibility as you try to not get your childhood best friend killed

genre: coming of age, college/university au, childhood best friend au, supernatural au, angst, fluff, mature content (sensitive topics and explicit smut)

based on: video game life is strange (2013)

word count: 14000 (14k)

taglist? now closed

warning(s): abduction, drugged until unconscious, inappropriate student-teacher relationship, sexual harassment (definitely non-consensual), traumatic experience, suggestive themes, implicit mention of self-harm (if i forgot some, let me know)

message from the moon: remember that this story is fiction. do be careful and read the warnings at the top as both the chapter and the series as a whole will contain serious and sensitive topics.

hello! thank you for waiting for a month for this ‘cause uni has been crazy :( this is the final part of the series and i’m so proud of how this turned out holistically. it is crazy to know that it took me 10 months to do a series that is set only goes for a month in the fic *chuckles* but i’m so happy to finally give out the finished story. tbh i really don’t know what to say other than my appreciation towards you who have read or even binge-read when the series is finished. i tried to implement all of my ideas for this series together in a cohesive way and i’ve tried my best. so yeah, hope you enjoy this part!

p.s. there is more to time wave!yeonjun’s tattoos than there is in the banner…

masterlist

the air around you is frigid when you open your eyes.

it feels heavy as blurry white spotlights seem to enter the little crack. the sound fades into one of your ears as the other one only hears the muffled version of a piece that minjeong has introduced to you before. albeit a bit more chaotic than the ones you’ve put in your playlist, which is more of an ambiance you like to listen to when doing what you’re doing day-to-day. it didn’t help that the sight that you can view is blurry, straight lines curved unrealistically.

you can sense the blood flowing to your head as the throbbing you woke up to gets worse and worse with your vision getting clearer. monochrome palette meets you as it decorates the wall you can view from your position. but a bolder-colored silhouette of something familiar to you in front of you—standing upright and high—caught your attention.

an easel with a canvas and an apparition behind it.

a person, as the shadow lines get harder and rigid…

you observed that your body is resting on what seems to be a white sheet of cloth, like what a photographer has for a backdrop in their studio. you tried to move one of your wrists away from the other—which you identify from the skin-to-skin contact. however, it got restricted by a painfully thick-shaped, rough-textured thing that wrapped both your hands. moist forms from one of your eyes that, along with your cheek and temple, is touching the floor; drops of it sliding down your temple as it produced way too much water from the uncomfortable contact. a source of light is staring right at you, the burn from it forms an invisible heatwave that glides near your face.

“ms. (l/n)…” a voice calls out to you. your hair covering your forehead with your sight mostly obscured, as it doesn’t let you view the source that calls for you. yet, deep beneath your memory, you know the voice. and you don’t want them to come closer, which they did as their shadow covers the light that shines on you.

“you’re finally awake…” now you can see their face. instead of being terrified, your fingers wrapped into your palm, clenching into fists, teeth grinding between each other as the face lets out a smug smile. a smug smile you know has charmed people for years if the information you’ve gotten is true.

“park…” you murmured with your teeth against each other.

“that’s mr. park to you, (y/n). so disrespectful…” he said as his tongue created a click sound in his mouth before leaning away to go back to his canvas.

you tried to calm yourself as your heart pounded inside your chest, not wanting him to notice how you are breathing out of control. lifting your head and torso slightly, you can hear a faint click and clack every time you tried to wiggle—like a fish in need of water. that’s when you look down and see more of your skin than it should be.

the color of the black bra you choose to wear contrasts with the white floor as your shirt buttons are opened and dragged on the floor where you can hear the faint sound of them every time you move.

“what are you doing?” the itchiness of your throat is more prominent as the vocal folds grind on each other to help create your voice. you looked between the man behind the canvas and your exposed torso as you jerk your body, trying to ruin the pose he made you do if he is, what you predicting, painting you. you can see his legs walk to what seems to be a utility cart just outside of your peripheral vision.

your careful yet still frantic movement makes your hair move as you can see park picking something from the top of the cart. looking down to the bottom shelf is where you can see your black cardigan that is folded tidily beside your bag. seeing the covered foot turn its front towards you, you see the shadow of a syringe that he is holding in his hand on the white floor.

“please…”

rambling “no"s coming out of your mouth as he approaches and walks behind you when you can feel a cold rubber texture on your exposed shoulder facing the ceiling and feel something thin penetrate your skin before pulling out. a pinprick. a needle.

as the footsteps walk back to your front, park squats down in front of you, glove-covered hand cupping your jaw to lift it up and see him clearer.

“i like you better when you’re unconscious,” he mumbled as specks of black came into your eyes before it covers them fully.

-

the next time you woke up, your neck strains as it leans near one of your shoulders. the body is upright as your eyes gain back their focus, quicker than what you felt the first time you were conscious in this room. legs are open wide on a wooden chair and cannot be moved independently as it only makes the legs of the chair scrape the floor. both of your hands are still not free—now bounded behind the chair you sit on. alone in the room when you look down at your body to see yourself in a bra with all of your bottoms still intact.

the first thing that catches your sight is the vulgar monochromatic image stuck onto the wall with no frame around it. you squint your eyes and see the feature of the subject in it as your eyebrows lifted. your gut acts up when you realized who is in that image.

you saw the features of herin in the hanging canvas. eyelids droop as the point of view of the painting came from someone above her. feeling the burn from staring at the strokes of paint, you look away. you cannot bear to see your friend in such a compromising position. fluttering the sting away, you look towards the other walls.

as your eyes wander the room, you see a few more paintings of people you recognize as those whose names are marked in that list in his classroom—both male and female—some you know as they are your classmate for the other courses you take this semester. all of them seem to look intoxicated by the dark shadows that stress their features and expression. all of them are painted monochromatic, using the grisaille method with only black and white paints. the edges of the body and features are soft in some parts but hard in others—especially the eyes, nose, and lips, with the chest and crotch also if they are visible from the point of view of the painter. park’s view.

you gulped down your saliva as you felt something rising from your stomach and also tears threatening to fall, biting your lips to not let them fall if park came back into the room. the sound of thunder above you muffled by the cemented box you are in, a doorway on the side where two other canvases hang on the wall along with herin’s image. faint noise: footsteps sounded on top of wooden material as it echoes to the walls. you know the sound for almost your entire life by knocking on the wooden frame of a canvas, sitting it on your wooden easel, and tapping your brush handle against the easel. but the wooden sound comes with a creak before you can hear a more-rounded sound walking on the floor as the figure you dreaded enters the room.

his smile suggests he knew you might have woken up when he came back. park moves closer and closer as he passes his easel with no canvas. he stands in front of you; imposing; threatening. his hands in his pants’ front pocket, looking at you, condescendingly.

with your teeth gritting, you spoke, “why are you doing this?” your throat is so dry that it sounded so small.

“you’ve seen my collection, i see?” he looks towards the paintings he created hanging on the walls nearest to you. chuckles, he continues, “painters like us don’t have a stable income.” he steps forward.

“painters that aren’t alive won’t see their paintings have any value. remember van gogh?” he stood closer, eyes looking downward towards your body that you aren’t able to cover, slightly folded as his sight on it feels like a laser beam.

“you should remember since i can see the impressionistic elements painted in your school projects.” he tilted his head. “his acclaim came after his death, after all the desperation and depression he faces to create art. cutting his own ear, entering an asylum where he creates his best art pieces…”

“he can see the beauty of his environment from his room. that’s why he made starry night, irise-“

“one extra point for you, ms. (l/n)!” your body flinches as he voiced out loudly before giggling, looking away as he puts back a serious face. “painters have similar objectives: to capture the beauty in something.”

he looks towards the painting of herin with a small frown you noticed from the side, “oh herin… how you have fallen… not the innocent girl i know after you attempted to-“

“she, she did that because of you!” your hoarse voice screams out, a little squeak at the end tells ‘you exerted too much’. however, your brain works in overdrive as you deduct all the pieces in your mind, your head heating up from the fast process, making you have to confront immediately—no matter how aggressive. herin’s attempt, herin’s reluctance towards going to park’s class after being discharged from the hospital, speaking about him, karin and her behavior, and herin’s advice to you. more and more are connecting. creating the path to connect with the strings.

you almost felt like crying when you figured it out.

park’s head turns towards you as he stomps and grabs your jaw with one hand, squeezing the jaw shut as his fingers dig deeper into your cheeks. his freshly cut nails giving a rougher edge as you can feel them scratch the skin on your face.

“you have never been this forward with me, ms. (l/n)(y/n)…” your eyes follow his other hand as he combs your hair. “you have always been submissive towards me, answering my questions. doing your job correctly. like a good girl.”

immediately, another sound of thunder came from above with a sound of a chiming midi bell coming right behind it. you can see that he looks annoyed by the sound as his eyes trail back to you before letting your face go. your cheeks hurt—bruise blooming—because of how hard he presses on them.

“behave!” he walks away towards the doorway and you can hear the wooden creaks before the sound of something slamming, hard. the sound of something like a door that even makes the ceiling of the room shake.

you might be underground, in a basement, but where exactly?

even if you tried to scream for help, your voice will run out even more. so you slumped down, head hanging on the seat as the tears started falling. the joy in figuring out mixing with desperation for someone to notice you are missing is rising and rising, a concoction of tears of emotion flowing out in a free fall. ‘how much time has to pass’, you don’t know. ‘where you are right now’, you don’t know.

oh… yeonjun…

he was there where you last see the outside. you hope he noticed where you’ve gone to…

you look to see the figure of a cart you saw before now with a pitch of water on top of it. looking down on the bottom shelf, you can still see your cardigan and your bag when you notice something protruding out of it as if park put it with too much speed that it makes a mess. the pencil case that you use for school purposes.

wait… do your powers still work?

you closed your wet eyes as you take a deep breath and out, calming yourself down before you open your palm on your tied wrists and tried to do what you have done for nearly a month now. heart beats faster when you feel the air around your being sucked back. you can’t help to open your eyes and seeing how your power works for the first time.

park walks back into the room in an awkward manner; walking backward. feeling the hand back on your jaw, but you didn’t feel as painful as before. all the actions he did, he recreates them unnaturally as you see him walk back towards the doorway. you sever the power with your mind as you can’t help but feel glad to know your power still works. a small smile on your face appears before the sound of the footsteps comes closer.

his smile suggests he knew you might have woken up when he came back. park moves closer and closer as he passes his easel with no canvas. he stands in front of you; imposing; threatening. his hands in his pants’ front pocket, looking at you, condescendingly.

pretending to be dazed like the rest of the images of your peers’ faces, you ask in a small voice and slow flow, “where am i?”

you’ve tried the harsh act by openly rejecting him and he behaves scarily toward you. what if you pretend to be like the innocent ones he likes? like you every time you are in his class?

“you don’t get to know, ms. (l/n),” he replied softly, almost like the tone he uses to teach his class.

“how long am i here?”

“that is also not an answer i can give you.”

you let out a sigh as your eyes wander all along the room, pretending to see the room for the first time. that’s when you just first saw the sofa across from you, a white sofa in a black and white setting that is similar to the painting he made in this very room. the sofa where canvases lay facing upward, too far for you to see what is on there.

“why me?” you asked softly, something you intended to ask after the first wave of interaction.

you can hear him step forward as he looks at you from his position that is standing tall. your eyes meeting his as it looks like he is letting himself wander your body, but your eyelids have to be drooped to look like the substance he uses on you still drugged you out.

“well, (y/n)…” he lets out a sigh before looking towards the walls around the two of you. “do you notice any similarity between you and my other subjects?”

your eyes turn towards herin in her compromising position. “herin…”

“your friend, right? there are similarities between you and her.” your eyes return towards park as he looks at you with a flat face but because of the charisma everyone talked about, a small tug on his lips earns an extra charm that could swoon people, except you.

“you and all of my subjects, muses, here resemble the color white. shy, pure, innocent. someone who enters the world of adults by themselves, yet still looks as clueless as ever.” his eyes wander throughout the room. the sound of the thunder rumbles exactly above you a few layers from the sky.

“i have a thing with black and white, monochromes in general. though you probably don’t see because you are either too focused on your book or sleeping in class.” he lets out a short but gentle cackle before he turns his head towards you.

“the idea of corrupting someone as pure as you and my other muses is interesting. to know what all of you can do if you just got a pushed towards the black side, tainting your color from white to light gray and slowly getting darker and darker.” he gives a smirk that makes your breath hitch.

he likes to play with the idea of corrupting innocence and purity… using the grisaille method to paint what you have finally realized is a few of the most introverted people in your year, in a solicitous way according to his liking.

“i’m not that innocent though, mr. park,” you mumbled out as park’s smirk fell before turning to walk to the sofa.

i’ve kissed someone before.

i’ve had sex before.

i’ve smoked a cigarette before.

i’ve drunk alcohol before

that was your follow-up when you hear an “i know” from him as you tried to speak. that’s when you can see the canvases on the sofa as he moves them up.

paintings of you in the same compromising position as the others. the canvas as large as the one on the wall paints the image of you lying down on your side on the floor the first time you woke up. another one is of you laying on the floor, your shirt falling down the side of your shoulder. another is the one on the chair with only your bra on your torso. another is of you sitting down leaning against the wall with your shirt covering you but still giving a peak of what’s under it. but, the small square one is the weird one.

your eyes widen as park proudly shows you that small painting. the lips that you know are your own with a thumb pressed on the bottom lip.

“this is not an innocent look, (y/n). i’m here to shed the white away and let you enter the gray.” he walks behind the sofa towards a desk where you see a dark gray cabinet with binder spines facing outwards. showing years upon years of this operation.

“this painting of you,” he looks down towards the canvas before looking back to you, “is now in my secret stash that i will never sell to anyone.”

immediately, another sound of thunder came from above with a sound of a chiming midi bell coming right behind it. you can see that he looks annoyed by the sound as his eyes trail back to you before giving a shushing pose as he walks to the doorway, while you still act as drowsy as possible.

hearing the sound of the wooden creak, you braced for the door to slam shut. eyes already closed as you want to close off as shock as possible.

you hear nothing…

instead, a sound of someone speaking park’s full name. faintly, but enough because it seems that it hasn’t rained yet with all the thunders.

“is this the right house? your house?” a stranger’s voice sounded.

“yes, it is. thank you for your service.” park’s voice echoes more and louder than it seems, meaning that he is closer to the door from where you are to the front door of the house.

his house.

jackpot.

you felt overwhelmed by how you’ve done this so well as tears threatened to fall. not because of fear, but because of joy. you hear the door above you faintly close as you looked at your lap, shutting your eyes to let the tears stop so he won’t suspect anything.

it stops as he enters the room, your head hanging to face the lap as you hear the sound of a bag being placed somewhere in the room. hair covering your face because of your position. you can’t see him approaching until you feel your head being lifted by your jaw, softer than the previous iteration.

park sees your eyes glistening and with the light, making them glitter as his thumb sits on your chin, slowly climbing up and you feel it touch your bottom lip. all you can do is hold your breath and let out as small as possible. he presses the thumb on your bottom lip.

“suck…” he murmured and you can’t help but comply. pressing your top lip lightly on park’s thumb reminds you of you doing it to yeonjun. your eyebrows creased as you thought about your boy, how you’re scared that you won’t see him, what he would think if he saw you like this. how you can only think about him in this situation, sucking his thumb instead like last time because you want to.

“don’t furrow your eyebrows.” park lightly complains as he puts his other thumb to relax the muscles between your eyebrows. that’s when you look back to the cart with the pitcher and your belongings.

slowly letting go of his thumb, you muttered, “i’m thirsty,” to him as your eyes return to the water pitchers.

he looks to where you look as he walks towards it and drags it in front of you. you looked down at your lap, pretending your sight to be on your lap, but your eyes focused on your bag and your pencil case.

feeling the cold sensation, you gulped down as many as you can as you don’t know when are you able to drink again. that’s when the sound of a ringtone plays in a dull room. park returns the glass on the cart as he walks toward the phone and answers.

“hello… yeah… my voice is cutting off..? fuck wait, i’ll go outside…” the footsteps walk away and away as you can hear the sound of the door closing, cutting a harsh voice of rain pouring down. your eyes quickly move toward where the cart is.

using your whole body weight, you drag yourself and the chair you sit on closer so you can drag the strap of the bag and make the pencil case or bag pull out of the cart. though not knowing what your clear game plan is, at least you try. your pencil case is full of needed items in class, which includes a cutter though you don’t know how you’re going to reach it with your bounded hands.

your foot, although also bound to one leg of the chair, reaches the edge of the cart as you try to move it closer to you. your toes can get a grip of the bag and pull it and the sound of a thud hitting the floor is soft as you hope that park hasn’t come back and question what you are.

unfortunately, your pencil case didn’t come out from the bag when you pull it, but something got pulled out instead from the front pocket of your bag. that’s when you can see the tissue with something written on it that can save you.

yeonjun’s twin flame; in your handwriting.

that could work. no, that can work.

you focused all your might on the writing, eyes blurry because of the amount of moisture it has inside, but you chase a voice that you recognize is yeonjun’s as it comes closer and closer.

“we are twin flames… that sounds… intriguing.”

“more than lovers.”

you closed your eyes.

-

you looked down to see the tissue with your handwriting sitting on top of your thigh. the marker in your hand barely lifted from the sheet. you hear yeonjun’s voice beside you, as you remember it to be.

“putting this in my wallet so that i can remember,” he mumbles to himself as he opens his wallet and put it inside. you give a small glance at him before following his action as smoothly as possible, putting it in the pocket of your bag that it will come out from when you need it later. put the bag back to the place you pick it up, you turn your head towards the scene that was supposed to be in front of you.

the world looks different like this, especially since this is a recent memory that just happens a week ago. the edges of the vacuum you are in cut the sky and the top of the lighthouse beside you. a blur of color you recognize as your cat’s fur moving around at rapid speed, a brushstroke of paint following behind her everywhere she moves. you cannot view nature beyond the front of yeonjun’s truck which was supposed to be a forest. you look down at the edge of the beach that is visible, none of the buildings are when you train your eyes to meet the color blending into white.

“speaking off…” he suddenly speaks as you turn back to watch him pull out a flimsy paper that he opens and pushes towards you. the drawing you finished right before the moment yeonjun’s mom left the house. the drawing that first helped you able to do this specific ability.

“thought you might wanna have it.” you gently pulled the paper from him and observed the tree, looking back at your art style in its infancy. how this paper can also help you get to meet soobin in real life, giving much more clarity to what you are facing with his own war story and sacrifice.

“when i looked at the date, sometimes i wonder what will happen if what happened with mom didn’t happen.” yeonjun mumbles, you let out a timid smile since you recognize how he will continue his talk.

“and since your time abilities don’t include time travel, we might not know. but well, what happened happens so here we are.” he continues as he looks to see the sun now more than halfway down being swollen by the sea. however, you gaze towards him before the vacuum stops as your surroundings turn black and white.

your hands are not restricted as you can move in the vacuum while the others stopped mid-activity. pansy looks like she’s floating as she jumps before it stops, the edges of yeonjun’s lips form a small smile, and you are trying to think of the right way to do it so he knows where you are in the future.

this is your shot to give you back your safety.

this is your shot to give back your freedom.

though this slight change will change everything, you sacrifice yourself for this to happen. you know you have to make this a big deal for him to know how he will get you; because it is the only way to help you.

you cannot openly tell him, you have to be subtle. all he needs to do is try to remember this small detail so he can ask authorities for help.

and you are ready to sacrifice your identity because of this. because you know, if they come, you will be tied to the investigation.

you extend your hand and open your palm, see the monochromatic colors blur and you go back to the start where you finished writing.

you looked down to see the tissue with your handwriting sitting on top of your thigh. the marker in your hand barely lifted from the sheet. you hear yeonjun’s voice beside you, as you remember it to be.

“putting this in my wallet so that i can remember,” he mumbles to himself as he opens his wallet and put it inside. while you follow him, putting it in the pocket in your bag as naturally as possible.

please let this work…

“speaking off…” he suddenly speaks as you turn back to watch him pull out a flimsy paper that he opens and pushes towards you.

“oops!” you pretend to feel the vibration of your phone as you pull it out and put the screen to your face, as close as possible so yeonjun can’t take a peek.

“it’s from park…” you sighed disappointedly.

“that lecturer you and herin said is fucking weird?” he replies nonchalantly.

“yeah… i have this contest coming up and have given my entry to him as he is the coordinator for the institute.” your eyes pretend to move to the blank lock screen of your phone without not notifications on, fake skimming the massage. “it says that if we won, we will meet up somewhere before going to his house to talk about the logistics of it.” you tried to sound as convincing as possible.

please let this work…

“i have the feeling you’re gonna win. you’re the most amazing painter i know.” yeonjun openly remarks as you look back at him. that’s when you see the drawing on his hands.

“thought you might wanna have it. a nostalgic piece for you to see your evolution from this to that winning painting for the contest, which i sure hope you win.” you take the drawing from him and give it a look. a small smile forms as you have successfully communicated your subtle message to him.

“when i looked at the date, sometimes i wonder what will happen if what happened with mom didn’t happen.” yeonjun mumbles.

“and since your time abilities don’t include time travel, we might not know. but well, what happened happens so here we are.” he continues as he looks to see the sun now more than halfway down being swollen by the sea.

but, you glance towards him, mumbling something different that can help him enough.

“your mom will be proud. just like she is right now looking down on us.”

-

the white consumed you from the small and subtle change you made in the past and you arrived back in the room, still alone in a room full of your peers painted erotically. you hoped what you’ve done works as closely as you thought about in your mind. sober enough from the lightheadedness of time travel, you scan the room from where you sit—no obvious changes are visible. biting your lips to concentrate, you try to rub the rope on the edge of the chair, a plan b of sorts if your first plan is not working, but it’s not. thunder rumbles from above before it created no more noise. your head hangs as it faced your thighs from where you can sense tingling coming.

you sit on the chair in silence.

so quiet.

so empty.

…

..

.

thud!

a sound of the door crashing to the wall as you can hear multiple footsteps above you and the creaking wooden floorboards creak multiple times. your head slightly lifted as the footsteps come closer and closer at a slow pace, hearing them dragging across the floor. two figures, a man and a woman, enter the room as they study the cabinet and walls. a low gasp coming from one of them before you glance at them, turning their heads to view the room before you. you let your breath out in the most freeing way possible given your circumstances.

“we found her.” the man said into his walkie-talkie.

the woman in the uniform dash toward your behind. the chair shakes as your wrist feels looser, and your muscles strain when they hold them in place before the rope falls from it. she walks in front of you and kneels, seeing the sleeve of your cardigan fall from the shelf of the cart near your fallen bag. the woman covers your front with your cardigan and helps you put your arms into the sleeve so you wear it backward. using the pocket knife she has, the woman cuts loose the rope on both of your ankles while the man stares at the images hanging from the wall. you notice how his eyebrows furrowed.

“are you okay?” the woman who is kneeling in front of you asks. you look down, seeing the tissue beneath the woman’s shadow.

“i-i don’t know. i was unconscious most of the time.” you voiced out.

the woman stood up and walk to your exposed shoulders from the cardigan. looking closely, touching your skin with a gentle touch as she said, “puncture wound.” before looking towards your neck, a darkened strip of skin was visible.

“we have to get her out. this is…” the man sighed, “this is awful…”

the woman gives a warm smile as she helps you stand. as the man walks in front of you to escort you and his partner, your legs wobble from the numbness. you can finally see the room more as you walk by, the doorway leads to a normal-looking basement full of storage for old items and maintenance. climbing up the creaking wood floor that is the stairs, the basement door opens to pitter-patter noises. you land on the ground floor of the house, giving a slight glance at the hallway between the basement door and the front door. you are met with a light shower of rain falling down the sky, a few more officers, and familiar faces near the police cars.

“oh my gosh, (y/n).” minjeong’s voice calls your name as yeonjun lift his head, seeing you being escorted by the officers out of the front door and patio. he ran out from the umbrella he hold on to with minjeong, eyes widening. he can’t hold back. the rain falls onto his figure when he approaches you. when the sight of a figure you recognize comes into your view, your limp legs dragged you to yeonjun’s arms as he wraps them around your fragile body. you can hear the sobs as he puts his head against your cardigan-covered shoulder. he lifts his head and lets his forehead meet yours.

“i found you.” yeonjun mumbled, his hand caressing your wet cheeks from the rain, fighting the cold of it. “i was so scared i couldn’t find you.” you raised your hands to give a rub on both of his cheekbones with your thumb. you can’t believe both of you did it.

he remembered.

yeonjun leans his cheek into one of your palms as his other arm meets the surface of your skin from the exposed back, making him open his eyes. seeing him frown, your thumb moves to the edge of his lip, giving a small tug as it curves beautifully into the smirk that you’ve memorized.

“i thought i lose you.”

“you’ll never lose me.”

you felt the tap on your upper arm as the officer that escorted you show you a small blanket to help cover your back.

“she has wounds on her…” yeonjun leans back as his eyes trail down your face and exposed neck, seeing the wounds. he gives a small pout before letting you go as the officer wraps the blanket properly around your back and rested on your shoulders. ruckus starts behind you as you take a peek to see park being escorted by more officers, hands cuffed behind him as he looks at you and your friends in the rain.

“herin…” you hear him speak as he walks past you. herin looks at him sternly as they brought him to the police car. you walk towards your friends when you see karin at the side of herin, a blank look on her face before blinking to gaze somewhere else other than you. the police got out the yellow tapes, along with the blinking red and blue light contrast with the color of the grey sky.

yeonjun follows you to sit next to you in the police car as they brought you to the hospital. your face pressed into his warm chest though wet from the rain. you look at his face, a frown formed on his face before he looked down at you and it disappeared almost instantly, his hands around you.

“tell me everything. how you found me.”

“well…” he starts to talk about his story...

-

yeonjun lifted his head as he kneels in front of the bench where he last saw you. the park is quiet as no other people arrive like what you told him in the venue. he knows they have tricked you into being in this very place, but he can’t figure out how he will find you if your kidnapper leaves your phone behind.

“fuck!” he slams his fist down the wooden bench, feeling like a failure. he felt like one before when his mom passed away. he feels like one now when you disappear out of his sight. just a few seconds he took his eyes off of you and you’re gone. his breathing is quick as he stood up from the ground, turning around to slump down onto the bench. his hand rubs both of his cheeks to see the tears coming from his eyes has a speck of black from his eyeliner that you help him wear earlier in the day. your phone clutched in his hands, he rested his head against the arms that are supported by his exposed knees from his jeans.

he can’t let you go like this. he remembers you spoke to him that you’re not going anywhere when he talked to you about soobin. he suffered enough and can appreciate that you won’t also let him go that easily, being his support system like he hopes he is to you. his mind is scrambling out of the place like his brain just spills out of his skull. looking down at your lit-up phone, he wishes he could open but you never gave him your passcode, and vice versa.

that’s when he received an epiphany.

some memory of his of something you outright said to him that day at the lighthouse while looking towards the sunset.

“‘said that if we won… we will meet up somewhere… then go to his house…’ “ he mumbles out, only remembering those specific words. the lightbulb shines instantly on the last few words as he mumbles those words again and again and again.

his house.

park’s house.

“park’s house!” he said out loud as he stood up and run to the place where people he knew could help him. his truck left alone by the pavement, feet taking him to go through shortcuts he memorized as he arrived at your hall, sneakily walking in like the time he visited you with a bruised face. he remembers your floor clearly and when he arrives at your door, he didn’t go towards it but the one opposite it and knocks on the door.

a faint click enters yeonjun’s ears as he sees minjeong in casual attire. “yeonjun? what- “

“let me in!” he whisper-yell, pushing the door and minjeong herself into her room without 100% of his energy as he turns towards her. minjeong closes the door so the resident assistant won’t catch a guy entering her room.

“what are you doing here? where’s (y/n)? isn’t she wi- wait.” she pauses as yeonjun takes his breaths in to calm himself down, the door close behind her as she looks up at the much taller yeonjun from her height.

“you cried?” minjeong asked as yeonjun nodded, taking huge amounts of air to stabilize his breathing. she can see mixed emotions surfacing on his features as she looks confused at him.

“(y/n)’s not here and i’m going to tell you what happened. think of this like the meeting we have in the diner.”

-

“oh no…” herin mumbles out as the three sit on the floor of minjeong’s room, yeonjun finished telling them everything surrounding your disappearance. when minjeong heard the word (y/n) and park in the same sentence, she pauses yeonjun's talk to dial herin on her phone. the boy listens to her asking if she can come and meet the two of you, giving a glimpse of the bombshell, and the call continues until the girl arrives at your location.

the two girls’ expressions get grimmer every time yeonjun spoke more and more. the last specks of seconds when he didn’t see you, how you were gone, why you are there in the first place, and his realization of what you said before. minjeong looked towards herin as she heard him finish speaking, herin’s eyes looking towards the boy before looking at her crossed legs. the night sky outside the window paints the wall beside him as minjeong’s night light becomes a dim beacon in the room. herin sighs as her shoulders slump. minjeong notice the change, dragging her butt towards herin and wrapping her arm around the girl’s shoulder.

“i…” herin whispered, “i know what he’s doing… to her…” yeonjun took a glance at herin, peering at her cowering body.

“the things that i faced, that she is facing right now.” she gulps… “being subjected to model for his painting in inappropriate ways. as much as i want to, i couldn’t report him. i’ll get blackmailed by him. people would think this will be fake knowing his good reputation. he would tell people that everyone he has ever painted has consented, but it’s not the reality…” minjeong’s hand smoothes down along herin’s back, sniffles coming from her.

“herin, you don’t have to answer, but is it plausible that she’s at his house?” yeonjun’s eyebrows furrowed as he scoots closer to her but still gives space.

“i- maybe? i don’t know. i’ve been there twice and i don’t know specifically where…” herin shook her head before dabbing her face, swallowing her saliva to calm down. “but, the second time when he picks me up, drunk at the time and very much dazed, i remember he drove me to a neighborhood before passing out so i think it’s plausible she’s there…” herin then described the things that she can remember. a white room with specks of black. park’s face near to hers, his touches on her body.

“we have to get her out.” yeonjun mumbled as he looked at the two girls, not expecting the nods herin makes.

“he has done too much…” she whispered, looking towards minjeong.

“we don’t know where his house is though…” minjeong looks between the two. all three of them, she included, care about you, care about each other. together because of you.

“i know who does.” yeonjun lifts his head when herin voices out, giving a nod to the two as a look of recognition appears in their eyes. they all spoke in unison.

“karin.”

-

the sound of an alarm wakes yeonjun from his slumber, his back hurting from the uncomfortable position he slept in, leaning back against minjeong’s bed frame where she slept while herin sleeps on the other duvet minjeong lent lying on the floor. the sun doesn’t shine as much as he thought today when he looks outside the window. light grey clouds cover the blue. the weather is cooler than the days before.

yeonjun stands up and stretches his body, walking towards the window as he looks outside. people walking down paths to their class or any agenda they have today. everything seems normal, but not for them and you. he looks at the walls in minjeong’s room, seeing paintings he recognized made by you on the wall. your usual style of ocean and flowers give a sense of comfort to him, the experimental ones like a close-up look of a person’s hands playing the violin convey a sense of adrenaline with just a small glance of it. the blaring noise stops as he sees minjeong’s sleepy face looking at her phone before at yeonjun who is across the room.

“you scared the crap out of me.” minjeong small gasp earns a chuckle from yeonjun, giving a faint apology as herin sits up on her makeshift bed to peer between the two.

“we should find her as soon as possible…” herin said as they all agree. the two girls scrambled up to prep themselves, pushing yeonjun out of the room as he also needed to refresh himself.

he finds a bathroom on the man’s floor and lets out a short laugh after seeing the tiles on the wall full of scribbles of childish remarks and brief messages of party reminders or some debt someone has. yeonjun walks to the counter with the sinks and mirror to see the smudge clouds forming around his eyes from his eyeliner, looking as grungy as he likes it to be, but crusty because he wears it overnight. the swelling from the cry fest is clear and a few dried tears left a trail down his cheeks. he opens the tap and lets his palms wet before nuzzling them on his face, avoiding his eyes as he still likes how he looks no matter how messy. the mirror reflecting the gaze of determination surfacing from his heart as he felt more refreshed than ever.

yeonjun has to find you, just like how you two find each other after many years apart.

the boy walks behind the two as they enter another residential hall that herin knows karin lives in—courtesy of them being in the same group project back in the first year. he sees the boys he has seen before at parties he went to, giving him a nod or a wink as they tease him for being there with two girls. yeonjun rolled his eyes before following them, climbing up the stairs and walking to the hallway, stopping when he can see the name ‘yoo karin' on the board beside the door.

minjeong lifts her hand and knocks on the door, hearing a ramble on the other side before the door opens. “i told you, elle, you don’t have to-”

“hi.” herin prompted the conversation as the girls stood by the door. yeonjun just stands in the middle of the hallway, inclining his head at the girl who is drying her hair.

“herin! minjeong! what a surprise? and you are…”

“not someone that matters to you.” yeonjun replied, his arms folded in front of the torso. karin gives squinting eyes at him before looking away.

“any special occasion for you to come here, hmm?” karin looks towards minjeong and herin, chin up as she continues drying her hair.

“(y/n) is missing.” minjeong cut to the chase.

“and? what is it have to do with m-“

“we think that your favorite lecturer might have her. well, no.” yeonjun takes a step forward as he arrives at the center between his friends. “we know your favorite lecturer has her.”

karin scoffed, “oh yeah… (y/n) that is sleeping with him to get her scores up. that fucking whore-”

“don’t fucking call her a whore.” yeonjun’s growl makes minjeong turns her head at him, scrunching her face to tell him to stop confronting more.

“i- you know that we don’t have the best history.” another voice spoke.

herin tried to continue to speak as karin cuts, “yeah, you also just sleep with him like (y/n) does.”

“i know that you like him, love him really.” herin cuts right back in after a huge sigh, karin’s sour face turns blank as if herin finds the right nerve to get her. “i have stories that you have to know about him. why? because you don’t know shit about me or any other people you harass just because you justify that we slept with him!” herin’s soft voice creates a booming atmosphere between the four of them, loud enough so she can feel the rage but quiet enough to know to get more people to hear.

“you don’t know anything i faced—that (y/n) is facing right now—because you’re so lovestruck.” herin’s voice trembles as she looked away, looking down at the faint scars on her wrist that she has compressed with an ice cube to knock the thought of making new ones.

“so please, for (y/n)’s sake. we don’t want much, but we just want to know do you know where park lives?” herin’s body crumbles as minjeong holds her up. karin looks between the three of them as yeonjun looks to the window of the hallway to see the sky getting darker from the gray.

“please…” he can hear minjeong’s voice as he turns his face back. karin gives a small eye roll before scoffing.

“fine. yes, i do.” smile forms on minjeong’s face before karin added, “why should i trust that what you say is true, herin?” she looks at the girl whose name was spoken.

“you can come with us when we informed the police.” yeonjun stated as all the girls looked toward him. “we cannot bust him ourselves if what herin said is true.”

-

"yeah, that's it." yeonjun finished.

you blinked your eyes as you felt the car stop, looking outside to see the entrance of the emergency room.

the next few days went on in a blur. at the hospital, your wounds are treated and you get a toxin report from the drug that is in your system. the two officers who found you interview you about what you have known, before and during your abduction. you reference herin a lot as the officers also get an account from her as she is also a victim here, her image on the wall. the administrators of the institute react shockingly to the investigation, knowing on the surface what kind of person park is on campus. but when more students being victims of his comes out, along with the evidence of the paintings found in the room and proof of him selling things on the black market, scrutinization came for park from all over the place, and even the news reached the locals of haeyang and outside of the town as well.

you video call your parents with yeonjun as you get discharged from the hospital days later. all the processes for your wounds are added into evidence and are healing. yeonjun’s appearance on the screen shocks your parents as they look at the two of you together, telling them about more details that they heard from the horrible news and your own account of it. your dad state that they will visit you in haeyang next week before ending the call when yeonjun brought back to your hall in his truck. pansy’s soft meows comforts you as she nuzzles her head into your hand, your bandage from the iv just near it.

eyes are on you—or not out of respect—when you walk down the path to your hall, letting you tug closer into yeonjun’s side as he puts his hand on your lower back. minjeong’s tight smile greets you as you met her at the front of the hall, holding onto the violin case for her concert overmorrow.

overmorrow is exactly one month since you got your powers. the day that the blizzard should happen. and it scared you it would because the weather has been colder lately.

hearing minjeong’s violin sing from the layers of wall between the two of you, you rest your head on the pillow, staring at the ceiling after arriving back from class. your lecturers look sorry for you and your classmates who are victims of park’s doings, but you determined yourself that you are stronger than that when you denied having a week off from class to cope and heal. karin, elle, and yizhuo don’t ramble and throw their paper balls at others anymore or for the time being. every time you caught karin looking at you, she immediately looks away. you also get a confirmation that you indeed won the art contest with a few other students in the institute and get to see your painting in the gallery, inviting you to the opening of it two days after the violin concert.

as the day of it comes, anxiousness appears right at the edge of your thoughts and creeps in as time passes.

you look at yourself in the mirror, shirt underneath a vest with tweed pants and loafers to complete your look, always tidying them so you look as perfect as possible. the envelope with the two tickets minjeong gave to you is on the table beside your sketchbook. picking them up along with your bag, you walk out of your room and lock the door before going down the stairs. a few people give a small greeting as you reply with timid nods. when you look outside, you see a boy’s backside looking away from you.

“jun?” you called out.

he turns around and a smirk on his face. he is wearing a white jumper that covers his tattoos, black straight jeans, and a black blazer he is holding onto with his hands. “hi!”

you give a small peck near his lips as he looks at your outfit before bringing a frown, “why the short sleeves shirt?” he nags as he puts his blazer on your shoulder.

“ah. it’s okay, it’s not even 3 pm yet…” you tug the blazer off and hold it in your hand as you grab his own and walk to the auditorium. shivers you got from a sudden gush are not too overt as you take them under your control.

sitting down in the seat not too far and not too near to the stage so you can see the view of the orchestra’s seating arrangement, yeonjun has teased the heck out of you by tickling you as you tried to shut him up. you see herin approaching your seat as you gave her a wave, arriving later because she brought the bouquet the three of you plan to give to minjeong after the concert. the lights in the auditorium dim as the orchestra come into the room and tune their instruments before two of your violinist peers play their pieces, it is a violin concert after all.

you remembered what minjeong told you, she will perform last out of the students after the intermezzo, tchaikovsky’s violin concerto in d major. you enter back into the room from getting a beverage and a snack the last out of the three of you, peeking out the window for the last time as if you’ll see first the anomaly of the first snow from the blizzard. you sit on your seat as the light dims and you can see minjeong looking as beautiful as ever walking on the stage. the conductor moves their baton as the orchestra plays the instrumentals you’ve heard multiple times in real life rather than from the speaker that came from minjeong’s room.

as she plays the first few bars, you held your breath as you see your best friend play her part beautifully. the right time to staccato and the right time for the glissando—from the number of times you listen to her play. as the solo violin part is playing, the orchestra creates the harmony that plays along with her melody. your arms on both armrests as you listen to the sound of minjeong playing dynamically and calling into your soul. yet you never felt this agitated before while listening to her play, your chest starts to rise and fall at an unsteady pace.

something cold touches your hand and you turn your head to see white and blue covering your vision. a corpse of a building you are in now, the ceiling collapsed as the cold sky greets you, flutters of snow falling and landing on your body. you shook your head as you can hear a faint cry of a violin from the empty stage in front of you, fading away.

this is not happening.

this is not happening.

(y/n).

you open your eyes as your breathing is rapid, seeing yeonjun’s worried eyes in front of yours where his hand embraces your cheek, the other is on your hand.

“it’s okay. you’re okay. we’re okay.” you see his mouth move, ringing sound in your ears slowly faded as the violin plays, fighting away your fear and worry. you move your hand that he holds so he can intertwine it with yours, fingers locking with each other, the tattoo nearest to his wrist visible.

the concerto moves between fast to slow to fast pace between each movement as you focus on how your friend beautifully does the techniques that even sound very complicated only from hearing it. yeonjun’s hand still holds on to yours as he sometimes leans in and gives a small whisper about how good your friend is. some banter so he can distract you before your mind moves to another place again. the cold of the air-conditioned room isn’t helping but with you focusing on the fiery performance and the boy’s warmth beside you, it does help. you don’t expect yeonjun to be so settled watching a classical concert. you predicted he was out of his element, but with the look that he is wearing today and his demeanor, he looks elegant.

as minjeong finishes her piece and you listen to another piece played by one of minjeong’s lecturers, the crowd gives a standing occasion as all the performers step onto the stage and give a bow along with the orchestras. the lights go bright as the performers hug each other. you grab the bouquet that is on the chair as you walk to the aisle and closer to the stage. minjeong who is on it looks down to see you, yeonjun, and herin near the stairs down the stage. minjeong climbs down as she sees the bouquet you hold.

“this is from the three of us.” you give it to her as she rubs a tear that rolls down her eyes before giving you three a hug. the four of you talk about the meaning of the yellow rose bouquet you professionally pick from your expertise and meet the other performers. yet, all of you do not know a woman is looking at you, especially at yeonjun, her ‘son’.

“minjeong.” the elegant voice you’ve heard before talking to your friends, your head turns to see yeonjun’s stepmom give a light hug to her student. “you were great.”

“thank you, mrs. choi.” minjeong’s voice muttered as the woman turns towards you and yeonjun.

“so nice to see you again, (y/n).” she calls to you as you give a slight bow before looking at the boy who stood beside you. “yeonjun…”

“hello,” he says with a calm attitude toward his father’s wife.

“i don’t expect you to be here knowing what kind of music you hear.” she gives a nudge first as you look back to yeonjun, giving a hand for him to hold as you caress it with your thumb.

“just here supporting a friend.” yeonjun tilts his head to minjeong as herin whispers to her, asking about the two’s relationship.

“you haven’t gone back home in a few days now…” you turn your head towards yeonjun as your eyebrows furrow. you haven’t heard that from him before.

“didn’t you hear from dad that i moved out?” what?

“you did, huh? i have to reconfirm with your father.” you look back to the woman, seeing a small tug on her lips. “i’ll be talking with you again, ms. kim.” minjeong gives a nod and a smile as mrs. choi moves away before you looked at him, bewildered, shaking your head at the unbelievable shocking news.

-

“can, can we talk about you moving out?” you walk to the backside of the truck, the small takeaway paper bag from ms. ahn’s diner embraced in your hands while yeonjun opens the tailgate of his pickup. you look up at the lighthouse that stood tall beside you two and haeyang down from the cliff.

“well ‘moved out’ 'cause none of my belongings are at my dad’s house anymore.”

“where?” you sat on the open backside, putting the bag full of food you order right in the middle between the two of you.

“you know.” he puts his blazer beside him and sits next to you, grabbing one of the strawberry donuts you bought.

you turn your head towards him in an instant, eyes widening and a smile forming, “no way?!”

“yes way. i finished putting my stuff in the house like yesterday. still don’t have the time to tidy them out, though.” yeonjun lets out a giggle as you just realized what he said. that he moved away to the house, his house, your and soobin’s previous home.

“but what about the water? the electricity? the tax?”

“i’m learning how to handle them. my dad has a friend who works in town and helps with those letters and certificates. i worked with dad behind his wife’s back since he’s the one that knew of soobin and our relationship. he’ll help with the water and electricity for a few months until i get a stable income, teaching me about those adulting kinds of stuff that you have to learn by yourself and not from school.” he reassured you, one side of his cheek is full of donut as you give a small nod before your body shivers from the wind’s blow. yeonjun rubs the crumbs away before grabbing something beside him.

“no, you don’t have to,” you said as yeonjun leans his blazer towards you.

“come on!” he elongated the syllable. “you’re gonna catch a cold.”

you reluctantly agree and grab the blazer to drape them in front of you. the cold wind is attacking you from all over the place as a small flash came into your view. the flash of the blizzard you saw back in the concert, the sky is full-on white, and haeyang from your view is non-existent because of the snow. it stayed for a few seconds before it’s gone and back to normal.

“when the day of your vision comes,” min spoke when you come to their store to get some clarity of what your, soobin’s, and their powers also how they worked. “it can only occur between the daytime, from sunrise until sunset. your power will also be gone as the sun goes.” you stare at them rubbing their hands on the counter you lean against to listen, yeonjun’s small shrieks are muffled as he plays with pansy outside of the store barricaded from the glass door.

“as the day ends and if your vision became a reality before the sun leaves, it means that your powers don’t exist anymore to help you through the disaster.”

the blizzard was supposed to happen today when the sun is still shining. you remembered the white sky covered by the gust of snow flying all over as they cover the warm and yellow tint from the sun, paranoid if this will happened or not. the sun setting is the justification that it will not happen, but the sudden cold wind just makes you anxious all over even though you are currently looking at the descent.

“today’s the day…” you muttered. yeonjun hums beside you as he sees you looking at the crashing ocean on the beach. you can even recall the memory of yours sitting on that exact beach with soobin on the other timeline.

“the blizzard should happen today.” you open your palms. your powers won’t save you anymore. you recall min saying that you will pass out as the sun sets when the powers disappeared from you. then you have to wake up to see if the thing you vision happens or not. a quick yet small trigger in frames of time might cause everything and your own sense of time won’t help you.

yet, you still don’t find a clear thread on what you get from this. you sacrifice your identity and safety for your freedom and justice, but is it enough?

“if a blizzard happens. i won’t be able to use my powers anymore.” you turn towards yeonjun, feeling an electric wave only you can feel between your fingers. a surge of desire to rewind if you just needed more time to not make this happen came into your mind.

but you don’t. you’re satisfied with whatever outcome is happening.

“i need to tell you the truth…” you mumbled at yeonjun who is resting his hands behind him to hold him steady. “that epiphany you got when you realized i told you a clue about my whereabouts. that was me traveling back in time to implant that so you can find me.”

you shake your head, “i was not supposed to be found. but i sacrifice my exposure for this.” you see yeonjun’s eyebrows furrowed. “if i don't have my power, i won't be here with you. you’re supposed to die that day when you first meet me again.” tears form from your ducts.

“if the blizzard happened and everyone i’ve met died because of me. i just-” you moved the food away to your other side as you scoot closer to yeonjun. “i just know that i’m happy that i could spend just one more month with you beside me.” you sniffle your nose as they’re getting runny.

“every time i use my power, i use them for you, for herin. not myself,” you let out a chuckle. “every time that i thought you could get a critical injury, i turn back time. the story of your mom and soobin and the other timeline…” you took a glance at him, “i did it not for my curiosity first, but for yours because you told me you want to know.” you let out a sigh as you see the sun slowly moving down the horizon, a third near a half are swallowed. your hands gripping the blazer covering you as you felt a tear stray away.

this is it.

you view the edge of the fiery ball that touches the surface of the ocean.

a hand comes to grasp yours as another comes to cup your cheek, turning it to show your boy looking at you.

“you’re the most selfless person i know. i…” he nodded his head. “i believe everything you said to me and i believe that whatever choice you made with that power of yours is the one that is right for you.” you study his face, seeing his hair shift from the wind, the jumper he’s wearing thick enough to combat the cold even though he rolls up his right arm full of tattoos.

“if what you envisioned happens. i want to say that even if you don’t have the power to give me a crucial piece of information, i will always find you.” yeonjun rubs his thumb on your skin, “i will always chase after you. heck, i might chase you to the city to find you.” you both giggle from that, you rub your runny nose from the tissue ms. ahn gave.

“i just know that i love you.”

your eyebrows raised as your mouth gapes, “you don’t mean it- “

“love comes in different shapes and sizes. familial love like what my biological parents have for me. brotherly and friendship love like me to soobin with something more. my love towards chris cornell, kurt cobain, eddie vedder, and any grunge artist out there and their art. my love towards pansy who i treat like my own child.” yeonjun holds you in eye contact, “and my love for you, romantically, sensually. our twin flames connection that just makes me trust that the love we have is the purest of them all.”

you glance towards the sun as only a third remains above the horizon. you let out the widest smile you could give to him, and a giggle erupts just by the shape of your lips as you scoot closer. hands reaching for his cheeks, meeting the warmth exuding from him. his head curls into your touch as he brushes your hair away because of the wind. meeting your forehead with his own, you gaze at his loving smile before he leans in and connects your lips. you feel lightheaded as all you can focus on is him. you both pressed hard to show your affection for each other.

a glimmer came into your eyes as you open them and the lightheaded transforms into heavy as you can only see a small edge of the sun visible. you move your arms to fold around his back, resting your head against his shoulder. the warm wrapping around the two of you as yeonjun embraces you as tight as he can, giving a peck to your head. you look up to see the beam of the lighthouse getting clearer in the purple sky, looking back towards the sun as it gives you the last goodbye.

“i love you too, yeonjun.”

you said as clearly as you can before closing your eyes, the power dissipates from your fingertips.

-

an image of a painting hanging in front of a white wall. the painting of a view of a canvas, easel, and window in an inception type of way. the canvas sketched in the canvas painted a normal view of a room and window, the warm tone of it covers the whole canvas on the picture. while the room and window behind said canvas is painted with a cold tone. a speck of white reflecting the snow in the window while grey colors change the warm tone of the room.

a painting that won an art contest. now captured and posted in a blog.

marisantheia: hello. this is going to be my first time writing this long of a caption for my viewers here on this blog. why now, if you ask? some life-changing experiences have happened in my life and as a faceless artist posting their art on the internet, i’m certain it is time for me to let you know who i am and my journey with painting and this blog.

painting came to my life in a time full of sorrow. abandonment. loneliness. that feeling like you are an outcast. i moved away from the town i was born in and i was homesick, thinking that i don’t belong in the new place i moved to. leaving behind family and friends i made, specifically this boy that has stayed by my side since the earliest memory i could remember from the top of my head. the town is a seaside town with a mountain backdrop, a beautiful town indeed full of bustling local business and hipster culture as people like to say. i learned about flowers and their beauty back when i was a child there, but learn each flower, even the ones that are technically the same species, have different meanings from the way the colors of their petals, et cetera, at school after moving away from that place. the place where i’m from is called haeyang.

i’m now a student at haeyang institute of arts, majoring in fine arts. i started this blog by the time that i was a freshman, just for my personal gallery of works or studies i made other than having the real thing in my hands. but, people start to get to know about this blog and commented about how the paintings looked like monet make them. i sure am grateful to hear that as my favorite painting style is impressionism. a view of how an ocean looks like or the type of flower i choose can inflict something different on their people, can even send a message that i didn’t even realize resonated with people so much. as a university student who has a limited amount of money, i appreciate so much on the enthusiasm all of you have in wanting me to sell art prints of my original arts.

what about that life-changing experience? well, i found the boy i have been with when i return back to haeyang, and ever since that day i met him again, my life changed in a month. all that loneliness was gone within me and between us. but there is also a sad story to this too. as you may know, my institute is embroiled in a scandal where one of the lecturers has been exposed for making their students model their painting in an erotic way and no prior consent is made between the parties for them to paint them and sell the finished works to people who appropriate that behavior. it is sad to say that i am one of the victims of that scandal.

that lecturer told me that being a painter is a hard job. the value of your painting will not be as high because it’s not sought after or if the painter has not died yet. i believe that it is not true as shown by you all and your support for me. they also told me they found beauty in tainting the innocent, something that is in saying that art is subjective to all people, so long as they all consented. the boy helped me so much in finding clarity and closure for both of the problems that we face after a long time of not meeting each other. he, along with my parents and my friends, help in condemning this lecturer’s behavior and their inappropriate way of using power for their own benefit.

i made this painting in the picture a few days after i met the boy again and i was in the most confusing phase of my life. the “beauty in captivity” concept is a match for this painting and what i was facing back then. a small excerpt of it is on the plaque in the gallery.

though i won’t mention my identity as a whole here, this painting of mine will mention my name and my whole psyche of what is happening in my life that day. i do not have to tell you who i am, but i hope behind a pseudonym and without seeing what i look like, i still can able to express what i’m feeling, what i’m facing, what i’m going to be, through the impressions i have. i also considered about expanding the subjects i paint to not just nature-based only, but also people and their activities as they are a part of nature.

thank you for all your support. have a fine day.

view comments.

__karin_yoo__: i guess you know who am i now. i just wanted to say thank you for everything you’ve done. your art speaks to me like no one could and i’m sorry for the things you faced right now. inspired by you, i’ll try to be a better person rather than judge others behind a persona or my perception towards them. i respect your decision to not open your identity and i will do my best to uphold that. thank you once again…

haruka.min: thank you for your passion for art. it scared me to know what you are facing is beyond what i imagined. you’ve been a great friend of mine with whom i can share my love and passion for art and also for believing in me no matter what my identity is. come to the shop again if you have free time from uni someday :D

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you finished the last stroke on your canvas as you step back from your easel. an image of a road in the nighttime with streetlights on the sidewalk of a downtown area. the palette you’re holding is full of blue hue, but now with a different intention than the sea that covers half of your collection. you hold the brush between your thumb, fore, and middle fingers close to your chin, the end of the handle tapping slightly against it as you bite your lips, eye scouring down the canvas for any mistakes or any parts that are not enough until you feel satisfied with the end result.

a meow sounded behind you as you braced for the furry body to lean against your calves and ankles. there’s a small nudge on your legs as you look down to see the now bigger pansy rubbing her body against your legs. though she is still a kitten, she isn’t as frail and tiny as the first time you decide to adopt her. pansy looks up to you, another meow.

“do you want to eat?” a meow sounded as an answer.

you give a small smile as you pull off your apron and put them on your desk, looking around the studio. one side is your area where you put your paintings, easel, and tools. your desk sits as a storyboard for a project because of the classes you take this semester is more audio-visual centric. the other is yeonjun’s small nook full of his collection and an electric guitar he has now trying to learn, perfect for you to find a topic for your homework for your music class.

as your time living in the hall ends, yeonjun asks you to move in with him at the end of the semester. he was ecstatic to know you agree even if you don’t accept at once when he asked, prompting him to do some persuasions which you reply with an agreement. your first impression of the newly styled home that yeonjun lived in was weird as the neutral pieces of furniture in the living room are covered with boxes from yeonjun’s room which exudes shadows because of how dark his items are. the only new thing he bought at that time was a mattress that sits in the middle of the living room. when you move in later, the house is cleaner because you help him tidy the place up with him, leaving a few empty spaces for your belongings that enters at the end of the semester.

out of respect, you made soobin’s room into a studio and hobby area while you and he sleep in one room together in your parents’ bedroom. though the house looks the same as when you used to live there back when you were a child, it has a more youthful vibe flowing in the air. you remember him asking you to pick which paint color is better for both of your rooms and all the small renovations he made as he prepares for you to live with him. you also hung a few of your art on the empty walls of the hallway so that it doesn’t look as barren.

the next few months after the day the blizzard should happen was the most eventful yet stressful time of your life so far. your parents arrive at haeyang as soon as possible in time for you to be called to the police station for more evidence collecting in the interrogation room. more of the victims’ parents came to haeyang to meet their children as you all gathered to hire the most competent team of lawyers to face park in court. besides all that preparation, you went to the gallery a week after the day your powers disappear as they introduce winners of the contest’s arts. the organizer giving recognition to you and two other people from your institute who are victims of park. by that time, you were numb with the amounts of pressure coming from all sides, from your semester that isn’t finished and the court hearing that is starting.

you sometimes have a daydream where you can rewind time again, feeling like it has gone quicker since you can’t control them anymore. opening and closing your palm as if thinking it will go back just because a rippling wave of sensation is on your hand. you closed your eyes and breathe every time those things happens. you try to learn to live your life better than before with all the stress that is pressing down on your shoulders.

yeonjun stood beside you all the way, helping you calm down when you have to go to the witness stand and face your teacher for all the disgusting things he did to you and your peers. by the end of the days of court hearings, the judge gives jail time by counting punishments he got for each student he violated, heavier punishment if he confirms in violating the students much worse than what he did to you. park will not see the light of day soon.

you finished putting the food on the small dining table you both bought for your home, pansy sitting quietly while eating her cat food. you sit down on the couch, legs stretch to the coffee table in front of you as the sun sets down from the view of the backyard, the lighthouse peeking out from the high fences. the front door opens and you turn to see yeonjun in his usual style, now with a backpack behind him as he puts his shoes down in the cabinet, coming home from his new job at the music store where he helps people find the albums they want to listen or the instruments that they want to play.

“hey, baby.” he trails the word as he throws his backpack on the rug and sat on the couch beside you, giving a kiss to your stomach before trailing up to your chest, neck, and landing on your lips. fingers reaching up to tangle in his hair as you press your partner more for the kiss against you, feeling his tongue wiping on your bottom lip before you allow him to meet your own tongue, dancing with each other. lean back from the kiss as you breathe hard, you brush his hair away.

“hey love. aren’t you hungry?”

“starving.” you let out a giggle as you stand on your feet. your hand opens so he can put his right hand on top of it. there is a tattoo of a forget-me-not flower on his right forearm, the only colored tattoo on his body as you also have the same tattoo on your own right forearm.

you dragged him to the dining table where you prepare a simple meal for you both. you straighten your clothes near your belly as you hope none of the paints is staining your clothes, giving it a small rub, before sitting in front of him as the day comes to a close. his giggles filled the room when weird craving picks up again as you added random things in your meal. small joyful moments that sprinkle your day as you prepare for the next phase in your life with him and many more in your lifetime.

-

the air around her is frigid when she opens her eyes.

herin sits up on her bed, cold sweat surrounding her body as she puts her legs down on the floor of her room this morning. she heard her phone vibrate as she looks at the bedside table. a message from you.

(y/n) &lt;3: hey! ready for class today?

she looks at your name, haunted. rubbing the skin under her eyes with her finger, she felt the tears that were falling from the nightmare she experience. seeing you being lifted to the sky before being sucked into a tornado forming in the middle of haeyang, her grasp not strong enough to keep you.

“i have to get some caffeine,” she mumbles as she gets up and gets a hoodie from her closet then picks up her wallet and phone as she goes to the kitchen on the floor of her room. ever since you move out, herin moves into your old room as she wants to be closer to minjeong to grab a snack together or walk to class together before parting ways so she can meet you. herin was scrolling through a poetry e-book she downloaded, trying to distract herself when she hears a ding from the coffee machine and a cup of coffee ready for her to grab.

as she walks back to her room, not focusing on the hallway, she didn’t see a girl running down the hallway for her class and they clash with each other. the coffee flies into the air as herin falls down to the floor, palms wide open as she is ready to brace for the impact, closing her eyes.

-

the air around her is frigid when she opens her eyes.

herin sits up on her bed, cold sweat surrounding her body as she puts her legs down on the floor of her room this morning. she heard her phone vibrate as she looks at the bedside table. a message from you.

(y/n) &lt;3: hey! ready for class today?

wait… didn’t this happen to her before? is this déjà vu?

“what the hell?”

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