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anjuschiffer · 5 years ago

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[Maribat] Sparks Au- Snippet 2

So... this ‘snippet‘ got out of hand *nervous laugh*... grand total of 2,254 words... 1,526 more than snippet 1... Anyways, hope you enjoy this ^^

Tags: @theatreandcomicfreak @myazael @daminett4life @amayakans @bzz75 @mochegato @multplelifes

MASTERLIST | PREV Context: Damian had finished inspecting Alicia’s school (while pretending to be a sponsor) and wants to change her school but finds out he can’t since he isn’t her parent. As he’s making his way back to his car, he meets Luka. Luka was in the area since he picked up Alicia on that day (Tuesday and Thursdays), so he was walking around until it was time to pick Alicia up. The two decide to talk, but Luka has had enough interrogation and decides to divert his attention elsewhere.

Damian watched as Luka walked away from him, his eyes following Luka until he became a distant dot. As much as he wished he had successfully posed a threat to Couffaine, Damian knew Alicia played a part as well; it was almost 4:30, the time children were expected to start leaving their respected schools.

If memory serves him right, Alicia was turning 7 this year, meaning she was in 11ème. That is, if Alicia never repeated a grade or skipped one.

He made his way to his car, closing the door behind him with a large slam. Exhaling, Damian allowed himself to relax against the backrest, when he heard a ping echo through the car interior. Pressing something on the screen, a voice spoke.

“Sorry to bother you Mr.Wayne, but Olivia here with news about the test you requested.” Damian let out a deep huff. The moment of truth was dawning on him.

However, he opted to listen to the result later. He wanted more time to believe there was a slight chance that things went his way for once in this situation.

Staring out the window, he watched as Alicia came into view at the school gate, quickly being scooped up by Luka into an embrace, causing Alicia to erupt into a giggling frenzy.

Despite not being able to see her face clearly, he could already imagine the giant toothy grin the girl had as she was lifted onto her father’s shoulders.

He watched as the father and daughter duo walked away when Alicia started to flail and fall from her father’s shoulders when she violently jerked in the direction of the school. His heart stopped.

He let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding when he saw that Luka had caught her just in time.

Also, when did he get out of his car?

He watched as Alicia told Luka something between the sobs, her hands frantically pointing from the school to herself, to her neck and back to the school.

He continued to watch as Luka tried to calm Alicia, holding her hand and wiping her tears away. Damian felt his heart tighten at the sight of her distraught and the sobs that pained him to hear, wanting to go over and console her as well. Why exactly? He didn’t know, but something beckoned him to go over, though his mind told him not to. It wasn’t his place to, it told him.

When Luka managed to calm Alicia down, she sniffles one last time before cracking her eye open.

At that moment, Damian felt as time stood still and that whatever God that was out there had heard his pleads.

Damian watched as a pair of familiar emerald puffy eyes stared back at Luka, their corners red from the crying.

Emerald eyes.

Emerald, just like his...

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After dropping Alicia in the room at the end of the hall, Luka made his way to his next destination, Marinette.

Standing in front of the door that separated them, Luka’s hand hovered over the handle before retracting back to his side.

He has to tell her now.

With a pull at the handle Luka walked into Marinette’s studio, letting out a final deep breath. Stepping into the all gray room, he spotted Marinette, happily sewing away on her latest piece: a wedding gown. Luka quickly turned away at the sight of it, fighting the urge to walk right back out the door. He kept his eyes closed until his guilt was able to subside. But even with his eyes closed, he could see it perfectly clear in his mind.

It is the design Marinette had wanted for her own wedding, Luka remembering the smile and softness on her face as she described in vivid detail on how she was going to make the dress.

A dress made of tulle and lace, only two materials and nothing more. The lace will create the sleeves and cover the bodice, forming an off-the-shoulder top. From the waist down- simple tulle, the skirt’s hem adorned with pieces of lace. The dress, of course, will have a chapel train; a train that was of the normal size, nothing too long nor too short. A simple, yet elegant dress. A dress that embodies Marinette.

Despite the chat being from years ago, it remained in his mind, echoing at the back of his head. How she gushed about the day she was going to make it for her grand day...

But…

That never happened…

Luka let his feet guide him to where he needed to go, opening his eyes once he was close enough to Marinette and the dress no longer being the main focus.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Marinette said softly, looking up from her work and looked at Luka. Upon seeing his face stern and the way his shoulders were slightly slumped, Marinette rose to her feet. “What happened?”

Luka made her sit back down and held her hand in his, drawing circles on the back.

“It’s a long story, but I’ll make it short.” Luka looked straight into Marinette’s eyes. “She lost the necklace.” How he hated the fact that he was able to see the exact moment that fear had creeped into Marinette’s eyes.

Alicia felt like she couldn’t regain her smile after having a frown on her lips for over ten minutes and pursing her lips for the next ten. Or maybe it was the fact that the guilt growing in her stomach was no longer bearable, just like the aching in her heart.

She didn’t mean to lose the necklace. Really! She didn’t mean to!

Pushing herself off of the beanbag she was sitting at, she flung the door open and ran down the hall to her mother’s studio.

Yes, Papa might’ve told her to stay there and wait for him, but she just couldn’t bare it! She needed to apologize as soon as possible!

Slowly pushing the studio handle, Alicia crept into the room, automatically having the urge to run back out. The air was heavy and thick, breathing comfortably being a lost thought. All the hairs on her skin rose, Alicia feeling herself trembling as she creeped closer to where her parents were.

“So she lost it.” She heard her mother whisper, causing Alicia to freeze. She never heard her mother speak in such a bland tone, and so… lifeless.

“Listen, I'll go back again tomorrow to the school and look for it. Surely-”

“But what if you don’t find it? What if it’s too late?” Alicia watched as her mother dug her nails into her hand.

“Mari, we’re going to find it. Don’t worry.” Her father cupped her mother’s face with one of his hands, her mother’s eyes causing Alicia to take a step from, her back hitting the door.

Marinette’s dull eyes looked straight at Luka’s worried ones.

“Don’t worry?” Marinette let out a dry laugh, pushing down Luka’s hand. “Sure, I changed the necklace’s appearance so that it looks like a silver locket, but that’s just the thing.”

“Mari.”

“I couldn’t take the necklace’s power away.” Power? What was Maman talking about?

“Mari, listen to me.”

“What if we’re too late? What if it’s already in the wrong hands Luka?” What was going on?

“Don’t think about that. We’re going to find it.”

“I’m the Guardian and I knew the consequences and yet-”

“Melody.” Luka cupped her face. Papa only used that name when Maman became very sad or when she’s about to panic. Which one was it? “It’s not your fault. If anything it’s mine.”

“You’re right.” Alicia’s heart stopped. Maman never blamed Papa for something. Not even once. Maybe as a tease, but never like this. “You’re the one who proposed the idea after all.” A dry laugh that made Alicia want to hide. “Look where that got us.”

“Melody.”

“I shouldn’t have listened to you.” Marinette shot straight from her chair, walking away from it before stopping and turning back to look at Luka. “Thanks to you, there’s a Miraculous out there, out of my reach and out of my hands when it should’ve stayed in the box.” Miraculous? Box?

“Melody.”

“Master Fu entrusted me to keep them safe, I promised him that I would and yet I lost one of them. Possibly forever.”

“Maybe not forever-“

“Are you even taking this seriously?” Marinette growled, a scowl on her face. “Or did you forget how dangerous it’s going to get now that there’s a Miraculous out of my care?”

“I know about the dangers of a missing Miraculous, but are you even listening to yourself?” Alicia felt like crying when she heard her father let out a haughty laugh. Luka looked at Marinette with narrowed eyes. “Are you forgetting about our promise? That we will be protecting the Miraculouses together, as a team?”

“As you can see, working as a team made us lose one of them.” Marinette growled, pointing at the door.

“And I told you that I’ll take responsibility for-”

“That won’t make it come back into our hands, or is it?” Luka let out a scoff.

“Are you really-”

“Listening to myself? Yes.” Marinette cut off.

“So why-” Marinette fumed, standing firm at her place, not resisting the urge to stomp her foot a bit.

“Because there’s a Miraculous out there, out of my hands- in which they’re supposed to be- all because I listened to your damn suggestion!” Marinette yelled, stomping. Luka almost flinched, but as he stopped himself from doing so, he noticed something at the doorway. Panic subdued his frustration.

“Mari! Sto-”

“NO! I should’ve never listened to you! Nor should I have given that necklace to Alicia!”

“Mari, please!” But it fell to deaf ears. A mistake Marinette later regrets.

“I should’ve never trusted Alicia with such a valuable item when I knew it was a bad idea from the start!” Marinette yelled, gritting her teeth. “She’s a child, why did I ever think she was able to keep it safe?!” Marinette felt something lift off her chest, but also the vile feeling of forebode crawling all over her. She thought it was because of the guilt for lashing at Luka, but when she looked up, that wasn’t the reason for the foreboding gut feeling.

For Luka wasn’t looking at her, his attention diverted to something by the studio entrance. Following his pity-filled eyes- pity?

Marinette quickly whipped her head towards the door, feeling her heart stop.

“Alicia.” Her eyes felt heavy, her heart heavy and her head light as a feather. “W-When did-”

“I… I’m… I’m sorry.” Alicia said, her voice cracking at every word, her eyes void of any emotion, trails of old tears still present on her face. Her cheeks were wet and so was her shirt, soaked with salty tears. “I’m sorry.”

With that, Alicia bolted out the room, not a single sob leaving her.

“ALICIA!”

Marinette only had to look at Luka once for the two to understand that they had to look for Alicia. And fast.

“S-sorry to bother you Mme Couffaine when you’re so... busy.” A woman trailed off when she almost bumped into a running Marinette.

Well, that was the understatement of the century. Sure, she’s seen Mme Couffaine disheveled and stressed from commissions, but never like this. Mme Couffaine was panting, her breaths short and heavy, her eyes puffy and darting to every corner of the room.

Rumor was that Alicia had gone missing.

Marinette stared at the woman before she was able to register the words said to her. She took a deep breath before giving her assistant a strained smile.

“It’s alright. You’re not interrupting anything Ruby.” Marinette glanced to her sides before giving her attention to Ruby. “So what did you need to tell me? It sounded urgent.” Ruby nodded, taking a glance at her clipboard before looking at her boss.

“Well, there’s someone here looking for you. A tall man, tanned skin, green eyes… said his name was Damian-” Ruby cowered and flinched when Marinette’s eyes grew sapphire. “S-should I turn him away?” Just when her day couldn’t get any worse.

“No.” Marinette strode her way past Ruby, the clicking of her heels sounding heavier than usual. “I’ll handle this.”

Marinette took long, deep breaths as she made her way to the front desk, Damian turning to face her upon the sound of heel clicks approaching him.

Crossing her arms, she looked at the man. Despite being in heels, Marinette was still a whole foot smaller than him. Not that she cared.

“What do you want Damian?”

“I’m going to get straight to the point: I know.” Marinette arched a brow. “I know about your secret.”

“Which one?” Marinette challenged, wanting to smirk (and feeling better) at the quick expression of surprise and confusion before it went back to being stern.

“I know about Alicia…” Marinette’s eyes widened. How? How did he find out?! Damian placed his hands on her shoulder.

“I know that she’s my daughter… She’s a Wayne, not a Couffaine.”

#maribat sparks au #maribat #daminette #maribat luka #angst

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treasure-my-aurora · 5 years ago

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Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door

A/n: Just to be clear, this is not a y/n fic because I seriously can't write in "you" form (or whatever you call it) to save my life. Oc/reader is scandinavian because a major plot point is her blonde hair and blue eyes. Sorry not sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

This can be read as a seperate work but there is a refrence in it that comes from my previous work, 'Making Love Out of Nothing at All' so please check that out first if you haven't ♥

Pairing: Hongjoong / fem!Reader

Genre: Porn with Plot, fluffy af

Summary: I worked shifts in a small club underneath a 4-star hotel in the middle of Seoul, as a hostess. I wasn’t a prostitute, my main job was to entertain, serve drinks and host events. But I wasn’t allowed to decline if someone wanted a private session. The clock neared midnight a hot wednesday evening the 10th of July and my hope of getting a good days pay was dissapearing with every minute. But the anxious feeling in my stomach was interrupted when a group of eight almost fell through the entrence door and one certain red haired promised that he'd make my night.

I thanked the power of air conditioning for the hundredth time that day. It was hot outside, the summer sun cooked anything underneath its beams, and I squirmed, uncomfortably in the white Qipao dress I was wearing. The fabric hugged my body, with golden details and embroidery that made my pale skin shine, packing it tight and I swallowed again, contemplating if I should just excuse myself for a few minutes to push a finger down my throat and throw up my lunch because I was fighting to keep it down anyway. “Hey you!” A man’s voice echoed between the walls of the booth I was serving, and the snap of his fingers made me flinch, “You don’t get paid to just stand there and look pretty, serve me my drink or get me someone who can” I felt my face flush, thankful that my make-up covered it and set down the tray of drinks I had in my hands. Rough, calloused fingers found their way to the lower parts of my thighs as I leaned over and I swallowed, repressed the vile taste that rose in my mouth. I let the action happen, not being able to do anything as the hand reached higher, touching just below my buttock. I cleared my throat, “A private session will be 121420 won” The slap against my thighs that followed made me fall forward and I nearly spilled the drinks when I caught myself on the edge of the table. I made eye contact with a co-worker and close friend, who gave me a sympathetic look, seated between two others in the company we were serving. “Don’t kid yourself woman, I will not pay that much for you” The man laughed and muttered something about foreigners while pointing at me like he couldn’t believe what I was saying. I looked down, ashamed, my hair hanging like a curtain to hide my red cheeks. I was born and raised in Korea, but my family was Scandinavian and even though I consider myself equal to the rest of the black haired and brown eyed population, many would disagree. My blonde long locks and blue eyes spoke of my difference and it’s been multiple times when I had to tell people that I could understand everything that they whispered about me. The man and his three friends roared with laughter, hands pounding the table and my co-worker clenched her jaw, so subtle that you wouldn't notice it, stress visible in her eyes as the man next to her threw his arm around her shoulders. I don’t think he meant to, but we’d been serving them for hours and they were quite drunk, and my co-worker, who couldn’t be more than 160 cm and weigh less than 50 kg was easily manhandled to the ground underneath the table. She shrieked in surprise and I signalled to the barkeeper, a big and burly man, at least 2 meters high and with biceps as thick as my thighs, who had been watching us the whole time. My heart broke from not being able to rush forward and help her out. The men’s laughter reflected on the walls and I found myself swallowing again, trying not to puke as one of the men grabbed a handful of my co-worker’s hair. Her screaming silenced by the barkeeper’s sharp open hand against the man's head, who immediately released her and jumped up, ready to give out punches to the person who’d slapped him. “You’ve had enough, leave now and there won’t be any more trouble” the barkeeper ordered and the men held up their open hands, when they realised that they it wasn’t worth getting their asses beaten, an innocent look on their faces and they got up from their seats. The one that had slapped my thigh, grabbed my chin forcefully, coming disgustingly close to my face, “I’m not done with you yet; you better be careful. I didn’t get to finish my beer. I’d sleep with one eye open tonight if I were you” I flinched at his breath, the smell of cheap vodka burned my nostrils and he chuckled before spitting on the floor in front of me before he grabbed his coat to join the others. My co-worker stumbled over to me and I invited her in my arms, “Let’s get you cleaned up” I said while patting her back and gave the barkeeper a thankful look before I lead her to a private toilet at the back, behind the bar. We worked shifts in a small club underneath a 4-star hotel in the middle of Seoul, as hostesses. My employer owned the club and was brother with the barkeeper who just helped us. I wasn’t a prostitute, my main job was to entertain, serve drinks and host events. But I wasn’t allowed to decline if someone wanted a private session. The prices ranged between 121420 won to 2428400 won, depending on what kind of session it was and even though it was rare, only twice or thrice a week, I wasn’t always happy with it. I enjoyed sex, I enjoyed when men (and women) worshipped my body, taking me and using me to get themselves of. It was empowering, most of the time and it gave me a hell of an ego boost. It was safe, we always used protection, got tested regularly and the barkeeper had his eyes on us and was sure that we escaped a worse fate than what just happened to my co-worker. But there would always be people who thought they were entitled to one more session, one more dance, one more drink and that’s where things could get dangerous. Just as early as last week, an 18-year-old a few blocks down, was strangled to death and I always feared that it would happen to me, or to one of the girls I was working with. I looked down at my co-worker, just barely knowing her real name and age. She was closest to me but didn't enjoy talking about things that was too private and I didn’t want to guess. Her hands trembled in her lap when I wet a towel and removed the tear smeared makeup, patting her back with comforting movements. “I hate this, I hate it” She whispered, and I hushed her, scared that someone would hear before I nodded. More tears welled up in her eyes and she looked away, down on her hands, her leg anxiously bouncing, and I let her act out her restlessness as I washed her face. I led her to our changing room and made her sit down in a chair while getting the makeup. It wasn’t complicated; some blush, mascara and a red lip and she was ready. “Are you ok?" I asked and she gave me a weak smile. I knew that she wanted to tell me that no, she wasn't and that she probably never would be, doing the work we did but those words were unspoken, and I gave her a hug instead, holding her tight. "Let’s go” I told her, and we went out again going our separate ways when she noticed one of our regulars. It was getting late, closing in on midnight and I fiddled with the hem of my dress nervously, prepared to greet the next client that walked through the door. It was a Wednesday and we didn’t count on much more activity. Just the usual regulars and me, not exactly being new but still one of the newest, had most of my regulars throughout the weekend. One of my other co-workers walked up and joined me on the lowest step, watching the door three steps up and gave my arm a squeeze. I thought for a second that she’d joined me for my company, but the door opened just as the clock hit 11:10 and one of her regulars walked in. She gave me a small smile before leading him directly to the back, knowing his schedule and what he wanted by now. I sighed, feeling how my heart sank to the bottom of my stomach. I’d made enough today to eat and pay my rent, but tomorrow was Thursday and those days were even slower than today had been. If no one would enter by 12 am I’d have to seduce someone first thing tomorrow and though I didn’t mind the sex, the seducing part, the part when I felt that I wasn’t in control, scared me. 11:30 and my back hurt as I arched it, needed to constantly carry my body in that beautiful S shaped form. Suddenly several clamping feet over the floor above me, interrupted my concentration and my heart jumped as the door opened and a whole gang of eight entered. I forced down my shoulders so that I wouldn’t look tense, clasped my hands over my midriff in the same way a prude princess from a fairy tale would. Lips curled up in a way that invited to conversation, eyes open and curious. Lovable, sweet and gorgeous, honey sweet with my blonde hair and white Qipao. “Damn look at you” One of them, with a silver blonde bowl cut said, his eyes scanning me from top to bottom and I gave him a brilliant smile, “Hyung, I don’t think that you need to look much further. If you don’t choose her, I might do” he continued and I couldn’t help but smirk, it wasn’t rare for me to see one or two K-pop groups come by, and this moment was one of those times where it was so obvious that K-pop was their profession. Their hair colours ranged from the silver blonde, to light brown, black, blue, red and the blonde that had been called ‘Hyung’. My work came with secrecy and I could only observe in silence as the beautiful men (and occasional women) that ruled our music industry released weeks and sometimes months of training and stress from world tours and comebacks in our laps. I didn’t complain, almost teary eyed with happiness as the anxiety I’d been feeling in my stomach disappeared when I realized their intentions as they flocked around me, like dogs around a treat and I felt my cheeks flush when the blonde that had been called Hyung looked at me with hungry eyes. The bar keeper’s voice thundered down on us, suggested them a table and something to drink and the group dissolved around me just as my co-worker from before joined me, being done with her client. “How’s your scalp?” I asked, not looking at her because my focus was supposed to be on the group that just entered. I could hear her scoff out a small laugh though, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her Qipao, hers a gorgeous green that matched her eyes. She’d accidently spilled that she had roots in England over a glass wine too many just over a year ago. Her grandmother an immigrant and though the red hair that she used to have wasn’t passed down to my co-worker, she considered herself lucky enough with the exotic eye colour. “I’m fine, thank you” She whispered just as the blonde whistled. “You, you’re going to join me later” He pointed at me and I gulped at the sudden proposal. My co-worker sighed beside me in defeat, she needed the money just as much as me and after everything that had happened to her today, I felt like she deserved a treat. It wasn’t a secret that idols where the best kind of clients, all of them young and fit with almost endless stamina and most of them just wanted casual sex, nothing too complicated and were generally generous back. I couldn’t help but smile big, putting my hand on her back and pushing her slightly forward, “Why settle with just one when you can have two?” I asked and the blondes smile disappeared. My request made his mouth fall open; eyes wide with surprise that it was even an option. His friends hit him on the back, screaming for no apparent reason and I wondered how much sugar they must’ve mixed with alcohol before coming here. Their energy was insane, and I would’ve taken a step back if it wasn’t for the positivity they radiated. “Can I just pipe in with one thing” One of the guys, the smaller with light brown hair and delicate features, “It’s San’s birthday and of course he deserves the best but…” He turned to the red head across the table, “Our leader deserves something nice as well, Aurora has received amazing support and I think that he did a really nice job” I suppressed the reflex of raising my brows as the leader, who I first thought was the maknae rose up and bowed to the small applause that followed. “Winner gets the blonde” the black haired screamed and a couple of people in the club looked over at the spectacle as the apparent Hyung and leader proceeded to play rock, paper, scissors. It was close but, in the end, the red head was victorious with 3-2. He downed the shot that had been placed at their table at their arrival and scooted past the blondes upset face, extended his hand for me to take and said, “Shall we"?” Before sticking his tongue out at his friends. I bit down on my lips, suppressing a giggle because it would be inappropriate to show any sort of enjoyment from their game. I turned around just as we rounded the corner to see my co-worker smiling as the blonde haired; San, quickly got up, not slow to show her everything he first intended to show me, spun her around and dipped her, her laughter bounced on the walls and I smiled to myself while leading the red haired to my room. He closed the door behind him, and the sudden silence was deafening, my slightly soundproof walls just picked up the beat of the music. He sat down on the bed, smoothed out the white linen and I propped myself up against my wardrobe, ready to obey his every command. “I’m sorry about what just happened” He said softly, not looking up at me, the light strand above my bed softly illuminated his features and I gulped, “What that just happened?” I asked, fearing that he might call me stupid, but he just chuckled, “You’re worth much more than just three papers in a row but I just had to have you for myself. Even though it’s San’s birthday and I feel just slightly bad that I ripped him off but I just… He leaned back against his hands, eyes at the ceiling and I gulped. It has been some time since I had someone that looked so good in my bed. His skin looked so smooth it was almost ridiculous and the contrast with the red hair made it glow in the soft light. He wore a simple black t-shirt with a print that I couldn’t fully read, a blazer and matching black slacks and I almost groaned at the sight of him, “I just couldn’t lose. Not this time” He looked over at me, intensity in his eyes and I wet my lips, suddenly nervous. The feeling settled uncomfortably in my stomach and my heart jumped. It had never done that before, no matter how handsome the person in front of me were. I knew that I looked good, I was fortunate with a nearly perfect body according to most beauty standards. I was curvy but at the right places, a bit thicker than my co-workers and men, especially foreigners, seemed to love it. But even though I felt blessed now, with a healthy diet and daily exercise, I used to be bullied in school for my extra fat. My Scandinavian roots didn’t make it any better and, in the end, school was the main reason why I ran away from home. My parents had tried to understand me, but they were so busy with work that they barely even had time for each other, and I felt lost, abandoned. So, I ran, and tried to get by with a few thousand won, some clothes in a backpack and my phone. That was seven years ago, and I’d been through some bad shit since then. I quickly got addicted to alcohol and became a sex worker for almost four years after I ran away. It was a literal hell hole to climb out of and I lost a whole year to a battle I never ever want to experience again. Quite quickly after that, I moved to another part of Seoul, wanting to start anew. I found a contact who knew one of my old co-worker’s. She set me up where I was working now and even though some would argue that it was basically the same job, there hasn’t been a day where I regret my decision. I have another purpose than just being a body to fuck. I’ve been trained in the art of standing still for hours, never breaking my smile and never waver from my position. I learned how to elegantly walk with a tray of drinks, how to talk, sit, laugh and move properly and I like to think that I am good at my job, having most of my clients from Friday to Monday when it’s busiest and most of them were people who wanted to just get a quick fix, be it attention, affection or sex. The age range is big, from rich middle-aged agents looking for someone to dominate them for a chance, unhappily married middle class office workers, poor students who only increased their debts and the occasional group of idols who came in to blow out some steam. “Why?” I asked, coming back from my train of thought and the man chuckled, and I had to bite back a smile as his eyes squinted and a perfect set of white teeth were revealed, “You really want me to say it, don’t you?” He had something teasing in his voice and I could feel my heart jump again, “Yes… tell me why you couldn’t lose” My voice was low, and my body writhed slightly against my arms that were locked against the closet I was leaning against. He got up, slowly, like a carnivore ready to attack its prey and I gasped at the duality of him. One moment he was sweet, squinted eyes and a big smile and now I had to lean back, as if his presence had grown a meter. He managed to look down on me even though he couldn’t be more than a decimetre taller and I felt my body quaking before him. He licked his lips and stepped into my intimate zone just half a meter or so from my face. “I knew that I wanted you since the very second I saw you. You are special... reminding me of someone I met a few months ago” Something sad shadowed his features and I felt my heart drop, realising that I wasn’t special because I was me but because I was like somebody else. “Who was she?” I asked quietly, determined not to let his words hurt my ego and he sighed, pulling his fingers through his hair, “Just a fan really, but she taught me a lot. About what to do, what to say…” He trailed off and bit his lips, “She was my noona, are you as well?” I swallowed. Damn these younger groups and their age kinks. I clenched my jaw, “How old are you?” I asked and crossed my arms across my chest, determined not to let him push me around if he was younger than me, “21” He answered, and my heart picked up harshly in my chest, “Then I’m your noona” I said, and I could swear that something glazed over his eyes. He took another step forward, but I put a hand on his chest to stop him from going any further. He flinched slightly as if I burned him, but I kept my hand in place, feeling the muscles under his shirt clench and I swallowed again, my mouth dry and I could feel my stomach doing somersaults. I collected myself, cleared my throat and then said as definite as I could, my voice still shaking a little, “One basic session is 121420 won for 30 minutes and then prices range up, depending on how nasty you like it” He only nodded as if he wasn’t interested in either how much it would cost him or much time we had and placed a warm hand on my waist, thumb pressing on my hip bone. I shivered involuntarily and he flushed his body against me, all lean strong muscles and soft skin and I bit my lower lip. “What’s your name?” I asked, my voice but a whisper and he smirked, “Hongjoong” Before meeting my lips in a soft kiss. I groaned against him and he smiled between the kisses as if he knew the impact he already had on me, his hands traveling up my sides to my throat and my breath hitched as he cupped my face and deepened the kiss, licking his way into my mouth. I tasted the shot he’d taken earlier on his tongue and underneath that, traces of strawberries from a previous drink. He consumed me, pushed me against the wardrobe with his body weight. His taste, the smell of his cologne and his body against mine made my heart pound. I’d fucked hundreds of men, kissed even more and it was rare that I felt the sweet feeling of butterflies in my stomach. This was one of those moments though and I could feel my body flush with excitement as he pushed one knee between mine, softly separating them and grinded agonizingly slow against me. I gulped at the apparent boner poking against my thigh and he chuckled when he realised that I’d noticed. I placed my hands on his chest, my want and lust overshadowed any kind of soft foreplay and he gasped as I pulled his blazer over his shoulders, the fabric of it softly crinkling as it hit the floor. I broke away from his lips and pressed him closer to me, placing kisses from the corner of his mouth, down his cheek to his throat and I could feel him swallow as I nibbled over the big artery on the side of his neck. A groan escaped his lips from the teasing, and I pushed him backwards, the back of his legs hit the bed before he fell. His back hit the bed first with a small thump and I bit my lip to suppress a giggle as he gave out a small surprised yelp. He raised himself up on his elbows and I swallowed, serious again as my hands reached for the buttons of my Qipao. I’d done this more times than I could remember and yet, this time hit differently. There was an almost intimate feeling between us, and he cocked his head to one side, biting his tongue and his hooded eyes met mine as I slid the dress off my shoulders, letting it pool around my ankles, revealing a white lace set. “God, noona… you’re gorgeous” He said, voice almost a whimper and I bit my lip when I noticed his cock twitching from anticipation in his black slacks. His legs rested on the side of the low bed and I twirled a lock of hair between my fingers, watched as his chest rose with every fast inhale, “Tell me what you want me to do” I said, voice sugar sweet and he groaned softly, eyes rolling as he popped open the button on his slacks, “I want you to suck me off noona, please? I promise I’ll do you after if you want, I just need…” I didn’t hesitate for a second as soon as he gave me the command, dropped to my knees and earned a small gasp of surprise when I unzipped him and pulled down the slacks and underwear to his midthigh in an instant. My mouth watered, breath hitched, and I could feel my heart pounding in my ears as my hand closed around the girth of his cock, “…need some release” He breathed out the rest of his sentence as he threw his head back when I pumped him lazily, feeling how he grew harder under my touch, inspecting how his facial expressions changed to see how I could get him off best. “Please” He whined, hands reaching out to touch my cheek and I looked up at him, confused. His brows furrowed, bottom lip between his teeth and his fingers pulled on my hair, downward and I understood that teasing wasn’t really his thing. I paused my movements and locked my gaze with him, watching as his mouth fell open when my tongue flicked out. I lapped the head of his cock a few times, feeling how my panties got soaked as a low guttural moan escaped his throat. The salty taste of pre-cum laid heavy on my tongue as I took him in my mouth and swallowed, letting him hit the back of my throat, my gag reflex non-existent from doing this for years and he choked out a sob, grabbing my hair forcefully but I didn’t mind. I loved the taste, loved the weight of him on my tongue and I placed my hands around his hip, pushing him down as my nose bumped onto his pubic bone. I hollow my cheeks and came up for air, bobbing down his length and licking my way up, dipping my tongue into the slit at the top and he was a writing mess underneath me, one hand thrown over his eyes, panting breaths escaping his mouth and his other hand tangled in my hair, holding me in place. I swallowed down around him again and his chest heaved with irregular breathing and I could feel him holding back his need for release. I let go of his hips, placing my hand on the sides of his thighs instead, pulling his hips upward a few times and he quickly got the idea. A deep choked out growl made me squirm and I could feel how saliva coated my chin as he thrusted into my throat, first carefully, as if he was scared that he’d hurt me but I’d been through worse and he got bolder, pushing my head down to meet his thrusts and I could feel my eyes tearing up from the raw friction as he fucked my throat, using me to get himself off. My arousal burned between my legs with the confirmation that I got him into the moaning mess he was underneath me. I was the one who got him panting and gasping and moaning for release. “Noona… I…. I’m…” He gasped, pulling on the sheet with his free hand, thighs shaking, and I swallowed around him again, his thrusting irregular and offbeat and I knew he was close. I kept him there, moaning at his desperation and the vibrations of it set him off him and he came undone, mouth falling open, head thrown back and body freezing and then shuddering as hot spurts of cum filled my throat. I groaned at the surprisingly sweet taste, fantasized that maybe he’d been planning on getting here and have been on a strict diet of fruit all day for my enjoyment. He shook, and I let him ride out his orgasm before letting him go and leaned back to see what I’d done to him, reaching for a napkin on the windowsill to clean myself up. I watched him as he came back from his high, beautiful as a painting, face and neck flushed a gorgeous pink, his lips red from biting onto them too hard and cock still twitching. I tossed the napkin away and he looked up at me with drunken eyes. “Wow, I needed that” He said, and I smiled back, just happy to help. I sat up again in front of him, my hands resting on my knees, ready for him to give me another command. “What are you waiting for?” He asked, puzzled as he sat back up, looking down on me from the edge of the bed. “What do you want me to do?” I asked again, my job was to please, and I didn't want to make any decisions for him. His eyebrows rose in a ‘huh’ expression and he leaned back against his hands, “Undress for me” he said, a smirk on his lips and I swallowed, standing up. My hands reached back, and I unclasped my bra, keeping eye contact with him and he deflated like a balloon when my breast sprung free and I pulled down my panties. A low gasp fell from his lips when he saw me standing there, naked as the day I was born. My hands fiddled with each other and I felt how my heart skipped a beat. My skin flushed from arousal and I looked away, suddenly shy from his gaze as he looked at me like he wanted to devour me. There was a clear stain on the inside of my thigh where my wetness escaped my cunt and Hongjoong smirked when the light behind him reflected in it. His ego blew up like a fire when he realized the influence he had on me. It filled the room, suffocating me and I involuntarily took a step back when he got up. He stepped out of his slacks and underwear and pulled the t-shirt over his head in one swift movement and I felt my breath hitch in my throat as he stepped into my intimate zone, putting his arms around my waist and pushing my naked body against his. His touch send electric jolts through my skin and goose bumps made my skin prickle and nipples harden and he cupped my breasts, delighted to see such a reaction from me. I let out a whiny moan and looked away as he teased one bud between his fingertips, his other hand moving up to my throat and I swallowed, my heart beating so hard I that I was sure he could hear it. “Come” he said softly and lead me to the bed again. He pushed me down softly with a hand on my chest so that I lay on my back, much like he’d done just a moment ago and I felt like my heart was going to burst when he laid down between my separated legs, pressing his body weight on me again. He cupped my face, softly and I sobbed silently against his lips when they met mine in a chaste kiss. I’d never experienced that someone wanted to take it so slow. To just enjoy me and my company. Most of the men I was with would be done by now, not giving me a second glance and here he was, Hongjoong, looking down at me like he saw through me. Past the fact that we only had a moment, the fact that he would pay me when he was satisfied, the fact that he was just one of many. He saw me, my personality, my insecurities, my passion and lust for him at this moment and I could feel how he radiated from satisfaction that he made me feel as hopelessly lost to him as I made him feel lost to me. His hand travelled from my sides, up my neck to my cheek and he cupped them, looking into my eyes and I could feel his chest rising and sinking against mine. “God, I’ve missed this” He whispered and leaned down to kiss my lips again, another slow chaste one and placed his thumb on my lower lip, carefully pushed it between my teeth into my mouth. His tongue flicked out, tasting my lower lip before slipping it into my mouth in an open kiss. My own tongue met his and it was wet and messy, and I loved it, my body writing underneath his as I felt my arousal tick like a small bomb between my legs. He groaned when tasting the traces of himself on my lips and I gasped as his hand flicked over my right nipple. He squeezed my breast, kneading it hard, a desperate gasp escaping his lips and he grinded down heavily on me with his body as if he wanted to disappear within me. His already half hard cock poked at my thigh and I spread my legs wider to allow him to sink closer to me. “You’re going to be the death of me, Jagi” He moaned and I swallowed, feeling how my eyes teared up to the sweet nickname, something you only called someone you really liked, someone beloved and the butterflies that was flying around in my stomach picked up their speed. He paused, sensing the difference in the energy I emitted, and his brows furrowed when he saw my emotional state. “Wha-?” “Call me Jagi again” I begged, and he smiled, scoffing out a small laugh and brushed the hair from my face. “My beautiful Jagi, who’s made me all hot and bothered” I stuck my tongue out as he teased me. “Do you like me all sweet and smiley, Jagi? He continued in a voice dipped in honey as his hand travelled down between my legs and I gasped when he put his hand flat on my vulva, “Or do you want me to take control? How much do you want me Jagi?” he asked, voice dropping an octave and I swallowed, excited that his nature could switch so fast, “Tell me” he breathed into my ear and I shivered with wanton lust, my thighs rubbing his hips and he grinded slowly against me, the underside of his cock rubbing my clit in slow movements as his fingers separated the folds and he shook with the need to restrain himself from plunging into me. I was so wet that he glided over me, the delightful burning pleasure made me choke on my breath, “Tell me how much you want me; how much you want me to destroy you” I wasn’t one for begging, preferring the men I slept with to beg for me. Loving the feeling of being in control of their need, their release but I couldn’t help but squirm under Hongjoong’s gaze, his eyes so black that the sweet brown was just a thin circle around his eyes. “I want you to fuck me, want you to take me and use me until you are completely spent. I want you to walk out of here knowing that you’ve left me drenched in your cum” He inhaled sharply as I played out the scene of him using me and I could feel his cock twitching between our bodies. “Play with yourself Jagi… I want to watch you lose control” I whined out a gasp, biting my lower lip and I grabbed my breast, flicking my nipples between my fingers and my heart jumped with excitement as his eyebrows raised and he motioned for me to move my hands lower. My fingers stroked down my sides and I bit my lip as they reached my legs, rubbing my inner thighs. He leaned back to see properly, and I inhaled sharply at his figure. He was more turned on than I’d guessed, cock already angry red and blood filled. Rock hard and pointing proudly against his belly button and I shuddered from need as I raised my legs to wrap them against his hips. My fingers reached their destination and I pressed down on my clit softly, my back arched as pleasure shot through my body. “Damn Jagi, look at you” He moaned and wrapped his hand around his cock, not able to contain himself at the sight of me, melting under his own touch and I gasped out a breathy moan as his head fell back. He tugged on himself a few times, beads of pre-cum smearing over his clasped hand, panting increasing and I lazily stroked my clit while watching him, my heart beating hard in my ears and I couldn’t help but whine. “Hongjoong please, I need you inside me” My voice seemed to wake him up because he growled and reached over to my bedside table where the condoms were, opened one with his teeth and rolled it over his cock, hands shaking and I held his gaze as he pulled my body against his hips with a sharp tug, locked my legs around his waist, hands gripping my thighs hard as he lined up. He entered me with one swift movement of his hips, the eagerness of not letting me adjust to the size of him had me gasping and he burrowed his face in the crook of my neck when he was fully inside of me. His labored breathing in my ear and my own heartbeat was the only thing I heard, and I pushed on his lower back with the heels of my feet, making sure that he was so deep into me that he could. Not able to help myself from moving, I rolled my hips agonizingly slowly, clenching around him, teasing him and he groaned before pulling out of me, just slightly before jolting his hips forward and I held onto him as the friction made me writhe. He was deliciously slow, feeling me up and bringing me down with every snap of his hips. His hand cupped my face and his lips met mine again, all lips and tongues and playful nibbles as he thrusted harder, faster, pounding my body into the mattress and soon I was a gasping mess underneath him. “Fuck Jagi, you’re so wet” he moaned against my lips, “Feels so good…” his moan turned into a choked sob as he bit down on his lower lip, hands on my hips, pulling me down on his cock to meet his thrusts and I swore, my hands pulling on the red strands of his hair, “Touch yourself, I need you to come first” He growled against me, sitting up again and my fingers reached between us. I rubbed myself, angling my hips down and he bit his lips, a groan leaving his lips and his head cocked to the side when he looked down. My fingers spread the wetness around my clit as I rubbed myself, a small gasp escaping his throat when he watched with hooded eyes, the lips of my cunt swallowing him down, over and over again and I moaned, loved seeing him coming undone from the sight of me. His body was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, chest heaving and thighs shaking but he didn’t seem like he needed to slow down at all. Quite the opposite, as he placed one hand on my chest to stabilise himself and hoisting me into his lap, leaning back, toes digging into the bed and his other hand threatening to bruise my waist and my head fell back against the pillow. I could feel my entire body move with every powerful thrust and I felt myself tipping over the edge embarrassingly fast. I clenched up and Hongjoong moaned when he felt my walls constrict around him, watching my face as I came harder than I’d done in months. “Fuck Jagi, I’d gladly pay to see you make that face again” He swore, and I choked out a chuckle. He slowed down as I came down from my high, leaning forward again to press down a kiss on my lips and I hummed against his lips, meeting his slow thrusts and enjoying the afterglow. He wrapped his right arm around me, holding himself up slightly with the other and buried his face in the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses there and I wrapped my arms around him, feeling my heart swell as we laid so close against each other. The sweet burning stretch of his thrust made me squirm with bliss and I wanted to pause time. To take a snapshot of this intimate moment to fill my mind every time I was with someone who was less giving. I swallowed as he got up again, locked his eyes with mine and the tender look he had made me want to cry. His fingers brushed my forehead and I melted against his gentle touch as he combed my hair from my face. His lips met mine again and he paused, as if he wanted to capture this moment as well and I felt my heart skip, “We don’t need to take it slow” I whispered, his forehead against mine, his hard, warm breath against my face and my fingers played with the short hair in the nape of his neck. He chuckled softly, “I know, I just wanted to give you a breather” My brows furrowed and I only caught a glimpse of a mischievous twinkle in his eyes before he pulled out and flipped me around as if I was light as paper. He hoisted my hips up and entered me again with one sharp snap of his hips and I cried into my sheets when he didn’t give me time to get used to the new position. He pounded fast into me from behind and I immediately arched my back, ass in the air, arms above my head while supporting myself on my elbows. He groaned, gripping my hip with his left hand and I bit down on my lip when he dug his fingers into my flesh, desperate and needy to claim, to control. His other hand grabbed a handful of my hair and he twisted it before pulling and my head snapped back, the sweet pain in my scalp made me choke on my breath. He pressed a sloppy kiss on the nape of my neck, kissing down my spine and I felt my skin prickle as he flushed his chest against my back. He moaned, the hand holding onto my hip traveled over the round of my ass and he kneaded my buttock harshly before bringing down his hand, flat and hard over the soft skin, the slap echoed between the walls of my room and I whined out a moan as the sharp sting shot straight to my core. “Damn, I can’t get enough of you Jagi” He gasped, voice low and husky and I groaned in response, not able to find my voice as his hand left another stinging slap on my butt cheek. I clenched around him with surprise and a thick moan left his throat, “Do that again Jagi… fuck… I’m so close” His voice erratic and I clenched around him again, loving the sounds that spilled from his lips as his thrusting became irregular, thighs shaking and his grip on my hair hardned, arching my back so that he could fuck me harder, deeper and i let out a choked sob when i felt him tensing up behind me with one last thrust and I shuddered, feeling how his cock twitched as he pushed himself balls deep into me, a whimpered growl leaving his lips as he softly bit down on my neck to stifle his moan. The motion so ancient and primal that it was on the verge of being animalistic and I felt my heart beating hard in my ears, the thumping deafening. He let go of me a moment later and i turned over to lay on my back again, winching slightly from the pain in my scalp and back. I looked up at him, his flushed cheeks and the red hair spread in every direction, beads of sweat on his forehead and in the roots of his hair. Chest heaving and cock still half hard and I bit my lip, feeling how my own arousal still burned between my legs. He left me for just a second, discarting the condom into a bin next to my bed before he placed his hands on my thighs, fingers tapping butterfly soft on my inner side of them. It was supposed to be a sweet gesture but I couldn’t help but gulp, still very much turned on and his eyebrows raised when I rubbed my legs together, wanting nothing more than those fingers inside of me. “You’re not done yet, are you?” He asked almost amazed, voice so incredibly low that I shuddered. He leaned forward, rubbed circles on my thighs, urging me to seperate them and I complied, my face burrowed behind my hands and I could hear him sigh softly when he watched me. “Look at me Jagi” He ordered, voice silky smooth but the dominant undertone made me gulp and I inhaled sharply when I removed my hands, feeling my face flush when I met his eyes again. He kept his gaze locked with mine and his left hand on my thigh, holding me in place, my legs on either side of his hips where he sat on his knees. His right hand caressed the inner side, just a decimetre from their destination and I sucked my lower lip into my mouth, clenching around nothing when soft fingertips stroked over the sensitive skin there. “Tell me what you want me to do” His voice husky and i could feel tears forming in my eyes from arousal as he repeated the same words as i had used at the beginning of our session, as if our roles were changed. He looked down on me, eyelids heavy and fingers tapping just centimeters from where I craved them “You gave me a promise” My voice was needy and whiny and I could feel my heart pounding, not being used to be the one in control, to be the one getting worshipped. But he only smirked, happy to please and laid down on his stomach, kissing my inner thighs on his way down and I shuddered from the sweat gesture, his lips soft on my skin. He placed my legs over his shoulders and I choked out a cry when he placed his tongue flat on my folds, licking between them and I shuddered against his face. I could feel him smiling, nose bumping against my pubic bone as he began eating me out, drinking my juices like a starved man. I borrowed my fingers into the red of his hair, loving the scene of it between my legs. He gently sucked on my clit, paused to come up for air and I could feel my eyes tearing up as he smirked to my reaction, chin wet and eyes hooded, hair tousled from being pulled and I gasped breathlessly when he leaned closer, pushing his body against mine, fingers pressed onto my clit and my back arched as they rubbed softly and agonizingly slow. He bit his lower lip, keeping eye contact with me when his finger travelled down between my folds and my mouth fell open when he pushed in his middle and ring finger to the knuckle, softly hooked in a “come hither” movement and a whiny gasp left my lips when he tickled my sweet spot. “Need one more taste” he groaned and leaned down again to lick my clit, fingers still pumping lazily into me and my back arched, the back of my head pushing down on the pillow and a silent scream leaving my lips when my eyes rolled back from the pleasure shooting through me. I could hear him breathlessly chuckling against my folds, the obscene sound of him slurping my juices filled the room and i got drunk on them, got drunk on him, the mixed smell of sex and his cologne surrounded me, clouded my senses and I never wanted him to stop. His left hand gripped my thighs harder as he pushed himself closer to me, as if he couldn’t get enough either, wanting to reach deeper, his toungue lapped against me, pushing against his fingers as he tried to fuck my hole in as many ways as possible and I could feel myself standing on the edge, hands in his hair and mouth dry. I licked my lips and whined out, “Don’t stop” while moving my hips against him, riding his face and he gripped my thigh harder, picking up speed with his fingers and i was gone within seconds. My mouth fell open as I convulsed against him, my hearing blown out and body going numb as pleasure shot through me. He let me ride out my orgasm and came back up when I was down from my high and I choked on my own breath. He looked so wonderfully fucked out that i wanted to cry and I swallowed hard. He bit his lip and his cheeks flushed red when he suddenly clasped around his cock hard. I looked down, surprised to see him leaking from precum, a clear stain where he’d laid and I gulped as he tugged on himself, a breathy moan escaping his lips and eyes glossy from arousal. “Can I come on you?” He asked, voice husky and I nodded almost embarrassingly quick as I took a shaky inhale, not even realising that he was so far gone already. He placed his left hand on my thigh again, fingertips digging into my skin as his head fell back. His movements where fast and erratic when he started to fuck his own hand, slowly grinding into it and I groaned from the sight, touching myself and writing from the oversensitvity. Beads of pre-cum dripped down on my thigh and he locked eyes with me again as I separated my legs, letting him see my wetness, putting on a show for him as I dipped my fingers into my hole. An animalistic growl left his lips and he pushed his cock down to slide the head between my folds, and I didn’t stop him. I got checked regularly and knew that I didn’t carry anything. Normally I’d scoot away, not trusting the person I was with to be healthy as well but his despreration clouded my judgement and found myself not caring as I just pressed down on my clit harder when he dipped the head of his cock into me, furiously jacking himself off at the same time, his breathing labored, eyebrows furrowed and his lower lip between his teeth, threatening to draw blood. The overstimulation from pressing down my clit became too much and soon I was coming again, my body tensing up and Hongjoong whined when he noticed me clenching around the head of his cock without warning, his name fell from my lips as I writhed underneath him and his hand tightened on my thigh, face contorted from coming for the third time that night. Body convulsing as hot ribbons of cum painted my lower stomach and chest and I groaned with satisfaction. He fell forward, caught himself with one hand and I swallowed when his lips suddenly met mine again. It was slow, sweet and I felt my eyes tearing up when I realised that it was a goodbye kiss. His lips moved against mine and he pulled on my hair to hold me closer, a gasp fell from my lips and he hummed back, sharply inhaling through his nose. We separated, the need for air taking over and I smiled when he cupped my face, placing a playful kiss on the tip of my nose before getting up and walking over to the bathroom. He came back with a wet towel and I thanked him when I took it, debating with myself if I should just let him leave with his cum still stained on my stomach, marking me like his. But I decided that even though I loved the feeling, waking up with it crusty would be less pleasant. He stood up again, looking for his clothes and I swallowed, feeling my cheeks flush as I cleaned myself before putting away the towel and I asked before I could stop myself, “Can you… stay?” I bit my lip, my jaw clenching. It wasn’t something I ever asked, the moment we had was over and I had only asked it once or twice over the years I’d been working here but he smiled. His eyes squinting again and my heart swelled, thumping hard in my chest. “Of course, for a little while...” he said, pulling on his underwear and dragging the duvet over our bodies as he laid down next to me. I could feel how my body froze, so used to causing pleasure that simple cuddles made it feel awkward. But he laid on his side, placing his right arm under the pillow I rest my head on and the other around my body, intertwining our legs and placed his chin on the crown of my head. I took a sharp breaths of air, my own arm around him and my nose nuzzled into the crook of his neck. The musky smell of sweat and cologne filled my senses and I allowed myself to relax in his arms, welcoming a deep sleep.

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I woke up when the sun peeked from underneath my blinders the next morning, my bed cold and I shuddered, pulling the duvet closer around me. I was alone and I bit down on my lip when I felt empty sadness fill my heart and poison my lungs, making it hard to breathe. I forced myself up, placing my feet on the sun-heated floor. A letter was placed on the table next to my bed and I frowned, picking it up. My heart picked up in speed as a stack of 20 ‘50000’ banknotes fell into my lap. A gasp escaped my lips at the sight of the money and my heart raced as I read the note,

We’ll meet again, Jagi

#kim hongjoong/reader #kim hongjoong smut #ateez hongjoong #please read this uwu

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The Alexandria Manuscripts Caper- Revised

-Notes: I went back and edited my story, I think it’s better this time. I’ll post it on A03, too.

This would take place 4 months after “The French Connection Caper”. Devineaux was in the hospital for 2 months, and now he is taking recovery leave. Julia has been working on her own for the time being. The getaway scene could seem far-fetched, but situations can’t be perfect all the time. So for the sake of the story, that’s what I went with.———————————————————————Alexandria, Egypt.

Professor Maelstrom has orchestrated in the theft of many of the manuscripts housed in the Bibliotheca Alexandria. Claiming the modern world has lost it’s right to such knowledge. But Team Red is on the case, that’s not gonna fly. The entire retrieval goes smooth. But upon returning the manuscripts to their home..

Breaking into the museum, simple enough. Putting the manuscripts back in their cases, without setting off thermal security alarms, easy peasy. Not a soul around to offer their gratitude, but Carmen doesn’t mind, she’s used to this being her life now.

Though, unbeknownst to her, someone couldn’t sleep that night.

Due to her insomnia, restless legs, and the ever present sense of emptiness, Julia wanders the cool North African night. Stretching her legs and getting some fresh air would be good for her, she thinks.

She floats up and down the lonely, desolate streets, past cafe’s with chairs on the tables. The world is slumbering, because why shouldn’t it be?

Eventually making her way to the library, “can I never let work rest?” chastising herself. When she catches a glimpse of something moving about the library. Walking a bit closer to investigate, Julia discovers none other than La Femme Rouge, placing the manuscripts back into their homes. Restoring knowledge to the world. Disbelief that she is watching this happen first hand and a sense of satisfaction that “I was right!” wash over her.

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Once again, Carmen is moving to make her stealthy escape. Although due to the street layout, the high security scoping the area, to include helicopters and roving guards, but not limited to the infinite number of cameras waiting for you to say “Cheese!” makes this getaway a bit muckier.

Our Lady in Red is sneaking around corners, dodging this cop, and that street light...

“Something not right.. these officers shouldn’t be here right now... Oh, man that’s a cop!” Carmen’s internal anxieties at the foremost of her mind as she almost bumps right into a guard.

“Player! I thought you said the guards would be doing shift change right now.”

“They we’re supposed to. That was the schedule in the security manager’s email. Must be an impromptu change....?”

”Oh for cryin’ out-!” Player can practically feel her eyes roll.

There’s no where to go. Carmen scrambles around a street corner, coat swishing behind her. The guard isn’t sure, but he thinks he sees something move around the corner. There’s a team of five guards down at the end of the street. She’s stuck. In a last ditch effort, Carmen backs up against the wall, schucks her hat and coat and stands really still. In her entire professional career, Carmen has never had a escape go this narrow. The guard continues his sceptic jaunt down the alley, until a voice rings out.

“Um, excuse me, sir! There are are alarms going of about three blocks from here. I think they may have been broken into.”

Jules.

Carmen moves from her spot along the wall, giving her this flabbergasted stare, like “what...” Julia gives a quick, subtle jerk of her head, silently saying “get out of here.”

The officer and Julia make their way from the alley and Carmen dashes away from the scene, coat and hat in hand. Julia sighs with relief, they go their separate ways. As Carmen is making her hasty escape, Player perks up on the line,

“Uh, what just happened?”

“I dunno.”

////

Moments later on a rooftop...

Carmen has donned her coat and hat once again, she and her other half are discussing what to make of the unexpected assist.

“I mean, why would she do that? Interpol and this ACME for all we know is dead set on catching me..so what’s the deal?”

“Maybe she remembered when you left her the Magna Carta. Maybe she doesn’t think you’re the thief everyone else thinks you are.”

Without knowing for sure, all Carmen can do is make doubtful conclusions, the city below offering no condolence.

////

Later at the Hotel Hideout..

The siblings are up, watching a movie and eating pizza, awaiting their fearless leader to return.

”Hey, Carm. How’d the drop off go?”

“Hey, Zach. Oh, there was a close call with the police... too close. But, the manuscripts are all safely back home. Team Red: One Billion, V.I.L.E: Zero.” as she snatches a slice of pizza from the almost empty box.

After changing, Carmen rejoins her friends in the living area. The three eat pizza and continue the movie. Though, Carmen’s not paying the movie any attention. She mulling over why Julia would help her. And not knowing is driving her insane. She won’t be able to rest otherwise. Abruptly getting up to retrieve her coat. Ivy pipes up,

“Where you going?”

“Out.” Carmen curtly replies.

And with that, she’s off out the window to hopefully, get some answers.

////

Back in her hotel room, after telling the police officer “Well, they were going off when I walked by.” Julia shakes her head at her ridiculous story. She’s standing by the stove, anxiously awaiting water to boil in the kettle. The vast hotel room only being lit by a small lamp. Julia’s attempts to justify her actions to her intrusive thoughts, that letting Carmen go was the right thing to do, eventually falter, she’s just too tired now. She pours the water into a mug, steeps a strong cup of earl grey, idly making her way to a chair in the corner.

////

A hop and skip away, Carmen looks carefully to the room, sees a small light on, and goes for it. She picks the lock on the window with quiet ease, silently entering the room, nearly giving Julia a heart attack, though half of her tea manages to stay in the cup.

“Sorry, sorry! I didn’t mean to scare you.” The Crimson Ghost fumbling over an apologize.

“Says the woman sneaking through the window.” Julia sits down with frustration and weariness that grew through the night, and all Carmen can do is sheepishly smile.

“I apologize for the intrusion. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“About what?” This is Julia’s sad attempt at being dismissive. She damn well knows what.

Carmen hesitates momentarily, then sits in the chair across from Julia. She draws in a deep, measured breath, and exhales, looking Julia right in the eyes. Each of her next words, like loaded bullets in a gun.

“Why did you help me?”

Now it’s Julia’s breath deep and hesitate. She reverts her eye contact before speaking,

“Because... for the longest time I believed that you didn’t just steal to steal. That you weren’t the one originally stealing. You had reasons for what you did... and tonight confirmed I was right.”

Carmen stays attentively silent as she takes in everything Julia is saying. Gears are turning, because hey, there’s someone in the law that believes in her. Then Carmen makes the realization and her expression goes soft.

“...You saw me return the manuscripts..”

Julia simply sighs, closing her eyes with a small nod. Now Carmen’s mind is racing with what now’s and what if’s, and the floor just became very interesting to look at.

Julia shakes Carmen out of her hectic thoughts,

“I never thought you were malicious, or cruel, or vile..” Carmen shooting her head up at the mention of “vile”.

“After Devineaux was kidnapped I was so afraid-“

“That wasn’t me! It was... you just have to believe that I would never do that.” Carmen exclaims, springing up from her chair in alarm.

”I know. After surveying the scene... I’m just glad your both alright.” Julia, now at peace with the situation at hand.

And with that exchange the two are now sitting in a comfortable silence for a few minutes before Julia speaks up.

“Would you like a cup of tea?”

A bit surprised at how the night turned, Carmen takes her up on the warm drink.

“Um, yes please.”

Carmen now has this goofy grin on her face when Julia turns her back. The two sit and talk some more, drink their tea. After an hour, cups are empty and minds are tired. Carmen gets up to leave through the window.

“Well, thank you for the tea...and talking. Have a good night, Jules.”

“Goodnight...Carmen.”

Carmen left before she could hear Julia speak her name. Now Julia stands alone, with a small, tired smile.

Carmen is making her way, rooftop to roof top, back to the hotel.

“So what’s the verdict? Do we have a friend on the other side?” Player inquires.

“Yeah... we just might...” A hopeful smile rests on her face.

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doyouevenshipbr0 · 6 years ago

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gruvia drabble

author's note: hey! went on a lil break hehe! but we back!!! also. im sorry for this. i wanted fluff but also angst so. we have this ig! sorry!

"Gray-sama, get in here! Hurry!" Juvia exclaimed from their room as she lounged on their bed, her hand gently rested upon her stomach.

Juvia was always an excitable person, but that was amplified now more than ever. Gray quickly finished up washing dishes and arrived, standing firmly in the doorway.

"What is it?"

"Juvia thinks the baby is kicking!" Her eyes lit up as she removed her glowing eyes from Gray down to her still flat stomach.

He let out an exhale and leaned himself against the wall. "Oh yeah? The baby's kicking at 8 weeks?" He raised an eyebrow and smirked.

Juvia pouted her lips, looking bummed that Gray had brought her back down to reality. Even though she knew there was no way the baby was big enough yet, she was just excited. They only found out she was pregnant just one week before from Porlyusica, and of course Juvia was bouncing off the walls with happiness.

"Okay, maybe baby-chan wasn't kicking." She grumbled. Gray snorted at her adorable look of frustration and decided to lay down next to her.

"Ya' know I actually wouldn't be surprised if it was already kicking. He does have two badass mages for parents, after all." He smirked and propped himself up on his hand.

"This is true." Juvia matched him and turned to her side. "Juvia's sure baby-chan will be kicking in no time."

"So is 'baby-chan' his unofficial name now?" Gray playfully raised a brow.

"For now." Juvia let out a breath of serenity and turned flat on her back. "But don't worry, Juvia already has name ideas." She turned her head to Gray.

"Shocker." Gray sarcastically grumbled.

Juvia paused. "Well, don't you want to hear them?" She said, her voice squirmed with anticipation.

Gray snorted. "I have a feeling you're gonna tell me anyway."

She giggled and flipped herself gently as she rested upon Gray's chest, using her elbows to hold herself up on him.

"Juvia is thinking Gray Jr. for a boy and Violet for a girl." Her smile lifted from ear to ear.

"Gray Jr.? No way." He quickly shot it down. "And don't you think Violet is a bit corny? That's three generations of color names."

Juvia sunk. "Juvia can't think of any name better than Gray for a boy! It's perfect! And Juvia likes color names!"

Gray yawned. "Ok I think it's time for bed. We can talk about your stupid name ideas another time. For now, you and baby Periwinkle should get some sleep." Gray teased as he leaned over to the lamp beside him and flicked it off.

"Ooo Periwinkle! That's cute!" She grinned, quickly bouncing back from Gray's rejection.

"I was just joking!" Gray exclaimed.

Juvia ignored his objections and snuggled up close to him. "Honestly, Juvia doesn't really care about what baby-chan's name is. Juvia will be happy no matter what." She closed her eyes and smiled in bliss.

Gray looked down at her, and although he couldn't see much in the darkness, the moonlight shined in through the window onto her. Her blue hair contrasted beautifully with her creamy skin, and her lashes coated her closed eyes in such a mystical way. Her grin faded to a soft smile as she drifted to sleep. He knew it was just a saying, but she really did seem to be glowing in a different way than before she was pregnant.

She was creating a human life. A life that would belong to him and her. That was different and more special than any spell cast by any of Fairy Tail's mages. This was much more than just magic, and Gray and Juvia were so thankful to be apart of it. Even if this baby wasn't originally what they planned, at least not at that point in time, they were still overjoyed nonetheless.

"Yeah." He quietly agreed with her and matched her in closing his eyes, and they fell into a seeminlgy peaceful sleep.

Juvia awoke to a jolt of pain in her lower stomach. Her body twitched as her mind groggily took in her surroundings. She could tell that it was still night time, and Gray was still asleep. His back was turned to her, as he usually ended up separating himself from her in his sleep. She turned her head and looked at the clock and the time read 4:05 AM.

As she began to wonder why she was awake, she was reminded with another stabbing pain that caused her to wince. She took the blanket off of herself in attempt to get up and use the bathroom, but she was met with a horrific sight.

Her grey pajama pants had been stained in blood. Her eyes widened in terror at what she was seeing, and her heart fell into a deep pit in her stomach. She felt her veins run cold yet her face broke out into a sweat.

"G-gray-sama..." Her voice was a chilling whisper as she nudged him with her elbow. After he didn't wake up, she nudged again, harder, but did not repeat his name.

He grumbled and turned onto his back, still wanting to be asleep. "What is it?" He muttered.

Juvia gulped. "Gray-sama," She felt her eyes well up with tears, but not from the pain in her stomach. "I think something's wrong." Her voice cracked.

"What do you-" His eyes finally opened, and he was stopped dead in his tracks once he finally saw Juvia.

He quickly sat up right beside her. "Oh my god." He said, and that was all he could think to say.

Juvia took in a sharp breath as more pain settled in her stomach, and she instinctively held on to herself. She crunched her eyes shut and tears leaked out of the sides. Gray immediately put his hands atop of hers, hoping that would somehow stop her pain.

"I'm calling Porlyusica." Gray finally decided, and he shot up from their bed and grabbed his communication lacrima that was on their dresser.

He dialed the code as fast as possible and held the phone up to his ear. He looked at Juvia with fear and pain in his eyes as he subconsciously paced back and forth in the room.

After quite a few rings, she picked up the phone. "Hello? What do you want?" She grumbled, as grumpy as ever.

"Porlyusica, it's Gray. Um-- J-Juvia just woke up a-and there's blood and she's in a lot of pain." He ran a hand through his thick tangled hair.

"I'll be there in 10 minutes." She shortly said, and then hung up the phone.

Gray threw the phone aside and knelt beside Juvia as she remained sitting up on the bed, clenching herself in pain.

"Hey," Gray cupped one of Juvia's cheeks in his hand and she finally opened her eyes, looking at him as more tears fell. "It's gonna be alright. Porlyusica's on her way, ok?" His hand ever so slightly shook as he brushed some stray hairs behind her ear. Juvia nodded and let out another wince of pain.

They both had never felt a fear like this before. No battle, enemy, or situation had made them felt what they were feeling in that exact moment.

After what seemed like hours, there was a knock on their door. Gray quickly sprung up and let Porlyusica in, guiding her to their bedroom.

She ran tests, cast spells, and had Juvia drink potions. Neither of them could tell what was going on, but they just hoped for the best. All they could do was hope.

The last spell ended, and a solemn look still remained on the old woman's face. She slowly turned her head upwards towards Juvia, then to Gray, and then back to Juvia. It seemed she was looking for the right words to say, but she didn't need to find them. Everyone knew what had happened.

"I'm so sorry..." Porlyusica finally picked up her gaze and looked at Juvia, and when their eyes met she let out a sob. "You lost the baby."

Juvia brought her hands up to her mouth and covered it, one hand over the other, like she was trying to hold her cries in. Gray was at a loss for any words or actions. He just finally sat himself down on the edge of their bed.

"This wasn't anyone's fault." Porlyusica continued. "It was just early on in the pregnancy. Miscarriages are very common for the whole first trimester." She continued to talk, but her voice faded to almost nothing in Gray and Juvia's ears. The sounds of their beating hearts overpowered her.

"You may feel cramps for the next day or two. Take this potion to ease the pain." She put a small vile on their end table. "Contact me if you need anything else." She turned from Juvia to Gray.

"Thanks." Gray finally looked up at her, and then back down to the ground. Porlyusica nodded and escorted herself out of the couple's apartment.

As soon as the door shut, Juvia let out a loud cry. Gray instantly turned himself around and saw his girlfriend curled up as she sat, weeping into her hands. He came up beside her and wrapped his arm around her small frame, pulling her into his shoulder.

"O-our baby..." Juvia sniffled and continued wailing.

"Shh." Gray lulled as he rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

"I'm so sorry, Gray-sama." She finally quited her sobs.

"Don't you dare apologize." Gray said, more sternly than he meant to. "You heard Porlyusica. This wasn't anyone's fault."

"J-Juvia knows but--"

"But nothing." Gray interrupted and took his hold off of her, positioning himself to see her face which was swollen and soaked with tears.

"Don't apologize for something you didn't do."

She sniffed, took a breath, and wiped at her tears. "Gray-sama is right." She sat herself up and turned her back to Gray, planting herself at the edge of the bed. "Juvia supposes she should shower." Her voice tried to stay still, but it couldn't help but quiver.

There was a moment of pause as Juvia tried to stand up from the bed. As Gray watched her work up the energy to stand, he saw her arms shake as they were pressed beside her. After the shaking, her shoulders began to bob up and down and Gray could hear something escape her mouth that sounded something like a yelp. In the next instant, he grabbed onto Juvia's shoulder and pulled her into him once again, but this time she was pressed on his chest, and Gray wrapped both arms around her.

"J-Juvia needs t-to shower..." She said into Gray's torso with her voice shaking.

"It can wait." Gray said shortly, and held her even tighter, and with the closer embrace came Juvia's tears. She finally reciprocated the hold and dipped into him as she sobbed and sobbed.

Gray repeated the same thing he told Juvia earlier.

"It's gonna' be alright." His voice was low, and he took in a deep breath, inviting in the scent of Juvia's hair. It smelled like coconuts, and it was so familiar to him that it slightly clamed him.

He did mean it. Everything would be alright. Just as anything else, this would heal with time, althought it was hard for either of them to believe. They would get through this. There was no doubt in Gray's mind that they would.

Juvia continued her weeping, and Gray closed his eyes hoping that would somehow block out the horrible noise all around him, but it didn't. He shushed her and stroked the top of her back.

A tear crept out of his closed eyes, and his voice was even lower. "Everything's gonna' be ok." He told himself as he held on to the woman he loved.

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a-winchester-fairytale · 7 years ago

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Fighting 4 Us

Summary: One second you want to ring each others neck, the next second he is racing against the clock to save yours.

Dean x Reader, Sam, Cas, OFC

Warnings: canon violence, kidnapping, demon

word count: 3206

A/N: This was written for @roxyspearing 200 follower challenge. My SPN quote was “I’m gonna rip his lungs out” and is in bold. As always, I welcome all feedback! Thank you for reading.

You and Dean had fought before, that was nothing new. The two of you were too much alike. The flame between you both made for great sex and when times were good, they were really good. The downside was that when you were stressed, it didn’t take much for that flame to turn into a forest fire and the two of you would be at each other’s throats until one of you stormed off, generally with the nearest bar in sight. Tonight, that was you.

The three of you had been locked together in that dingy motel room for three days, just waiting for the demon to poke his head out of his hole. You had gotten as much out of the local PD as you could, so now it was just a waiting game, and patience had never been your strong suit. The three of you had made a few guesses, but so far nothing had panned out and you knew the instant Dean started snapping at you and Sam, things were going to boil over.

You marched up to the bar, slamming your first shot down your throat in anger before ordering a second to enjoy with your favorite beer. Your actions earned you a slight raise of the bartender’s eyebrow, but he shrugged and gave it to you anyway. After all, who was he to judge?

+++

Dean drove around for a couple of hours, the wind whipping through the impala unable to drown out the sound of Zeppelin blaring through the car speakers. He hated to fight with you, especially over something stupid like today’s argument had been. Sometimes he wondered if it was all worth it, but then he would set eyes on your smile and he would lose control. It was usually him that threw his hands up to the sky and stormed out, but tonight you had beat him to it. He tried to stay in the motel room with Sam and finish the research, but he was just too restless. He couldn’t concentrate. He barked at his little brother, who just put up a hand to stop him.

“Don’t start with me just because you chased her off.” Sam demanded, not even bothering to look up from his computer screen. Dean sighed, grabbed his keys, and mumbled something about going out before guiltily leaving the room.

He could feel his blood pressure decreasing as he drove on, his heart beating in time with the tires on the pavement. Occasionally he would cross paths with another driver, their headlights illuminating his face, but mostly he was on the road alone. He was free to speed as far as the impala would go, the power of her motor soothing his nerves as he really let her run.

+++

Sam had long since gone to bed when he heard the key in the motel room door. He heard Dean’s boots shuffle to his own bed and sit on the edge. Sam peaked through half open eyes at the clock and was surprised that you hadn’t come back before Dean considering the bar closed over an hour ago. Sam thought that maybe Dean had really done it this time and that you had finally had enough. He instantly felt bad for Dean if that was true. He knew that no matter how often the two of you argued, Dean was hopelessly in love with you.

“I know you aren’t sleeping.” Dean mumbled as he crawled under the covers of his bed, making sure to leave room for you to crawl in next to him when you came back.

“Never claimed to be.” Came Sam’s response.

“Did you talk to her?” Dean asked, obviously a little concerned about your absence as well. Sam leaned up on his elbow to look at Dean before shaking his head.

“She always comes back.” He told his brother, trying to sound encouraging. Dean nodded, leaning back on the pillow. Sam sighed and laid back down, falling asleep within a few minutes.

+++

“Dean!…Dean, wake up!” Sam yelled at his brother, barely pulling him from his sleep. Sam had woken up a couple of times during the night to hear Dean tossing and turning, so there was no telling if he had actually gotten much sleep at all.

Dean groaned as he rolled slightly to reach across the bed, but his eyes snapped open when he realized you weren’t there. “Y/n?” He called, turning to look around the room.

“Dude, she never came back.” Sam told him, his voice filled with more concern than he was able to hide. Dean heard the sound of his phone going off, the reason for Sam waking him up in the first place. Hoping it was you, he flipped it open.

“Y/n?” He asked, desperately.

“Not just yet, Dean. We have some things to discuss first.” A sinister voice came through the phone. Sam saw Dean’s face turn white and then harden as the color rushed back, his blood pressure rising.

“Who is this?” He growled, sitting up on the end of the bed. Sam set down the book he was reading on the table, his attention focused on his older brother.

“That isn’t nearly as important as who I have with me.”

“Don’t you hurt her…” Dean threatened, but there was only laughter on the other end.

“Dean, she’s not the one I want. She is just a means to an end.” He said.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Dean asked, putting the phone on speaker so that Sam could hear the conversation too.

“I don’t want her. I wanted you, but she is the one that separated from the pack first. I’m offering a trade, her for you.”

“I want to talk to her.” Dean demanded. “You prove she is alive and you have a deal.” He agreed without a second thought, easily willing to trade his life for yours.

“That’s a fair request.” The voice answered, pondering what Dean had asked for. “I can’t let you talk to her though. You hunters have too many code words. I will take a little video and send it to you.” He offered, and hung up the phone before Dean could say another word.

+++

You stirred awake, your eyes struggling to focus in the darkened room. You tried to pull your hand up to rub the sleep away, but they wouldn’t budge. You had tight leather straps holding each hand down to the chair you were sitting in. As you shook the fog in your mind away, you realized that your feet and torso were also bound to the chair.

“What the hell?” You croaked, your throat dry. You felt so groggy, your eyelids heavy but you felt like you had been sleeping for a year. You shook your head again, trying desperately to stay awake. “Where am I?” You asked, but only silence replied.

You could remember leaving the motel, walking into the bar, ordering a couple of drinks…..then nothing. You had no memory of how you got where you were, or any sense of how long it had been.

You heard what you assumed was a metal door open, and then the sound of boots on cement filled your ears. “Who are you?” You asked, but you didn’t get a response. “Let me out of here.” You demanded, getting angry and struggling against the straps on your wrists.

You felt a hand on your shoulder and then the prick of a needle. “Shhh…” You heard from behind you.

“You are…going to….” You murmured, your words fading away as darkness enveloped you again.

+++

Within a minute, Dean’s phone beeped, interrupting him as he gathered and loaded his guns. He glanced up at Sam, who had been trying to reach Cas. They both watched as Dean opened a short clip of you struggling against restraints, demanding to know who had you captive. He couldn’t turn away, clinging to anything that told him you were alive. His eyes teared up as he watched a hand give you a shot that he could only hope put you to sleep. The alternative was just too much for him to bear. The camera turned and that’s when Dean saw his face. He recognized him as the bartender from the bar the three of you had stopped at when you first got to town.

“As you can see, she is still in one piece.” He said to the camera. “If you surrender, meet me at inside the bar tomorrow night, alone.” He added and ended the video clip.

“Son of a bitch,” Dean growled through clenched teeth. “I’m gonna rip his lungs out!”

“I think I can trace where it came from. Just give me a minute.” Sam told him, typing furiously on his computer.

“Hurry, Sammy.”

+++

You had no idea how long you had been asleep by the time you swam out of the dark abyss of your dreams. The room felt cold, and you listened for any sounds before opening your eyes, but heard nothing. You blinked your eyes open, trying to focus on your surroundings. It took a few minutes for your eyes to adjust to the darkness in the room, but slowly things began coming into focus for you.

The room was bare except for a small table with a syringe and a small vile of what you assumed your assailant had given you to put you to sleep. You could feel the dampness on the walls and the smell of mildew filled your nose. You were pretty certain you could hear a train above you, confirming that you were underground, but you had no way of knowing how deep.

You tried to wiggle your hands free, but the straps on your wrists were too tight. The silence was broken by muffled shouting coming from when seemed like a significant distance away from the door. The sound of crashing and more shouting got louder as it got closer, and you could recognize Dean’s voice in the middle of it all. Just as you did, the door flew open and your captor leapt into the room, shutting the door behind him and clasping a lock on it. You chuckled and he snapped around to see your face.

“What’s so funny?” The demon demanded, his black eyes focused on you.

“You really think that little lock is going to stop them?” You asked. You knew Dean well enough to know that he wasn’t alone. The demon stepped closer to you and you recognized his face. “I should have known.” You whispered, shaking your head a little at the surprise.

“You should have, but it’s too late now.” He said, jumping a little at the sound of someone hitting the door. The demon went behind you and put his blade against your throat, waiting for the door to crash open.

You saw the door creek off its hinges and fly to the ground with a burst of light that could only belong to one person, or angel in fact. Dean ran into the room, flanked by Sam and Cas. All three skidded to a stop at the sight of silver on your skin and the demon standing behind you.

“You wanted me?” Dean challenged. “Well, you got me. Let her go!” He growled at the demon.

“I told you tonight, and I believe I used the word ‘alone’.” The demon replied, tightening he grip on the back of your neck, causing an involuntary flinch from you. “Want to call off your watchdog?” He all but demanded.

Cas took a step forward, but Dean put his hand out to the side, stopping him. Instead, Dean walked forward, slowly, forcefully. You could see the sneer on his lips and the fury blazing in his eyes as he remained focused on the demon standing in front of him, his head down, ready for a fight. Each step put a little more fear into his prey. You could feel it by the way his fingers trembled and his breathing changed. ‘My word he was intimidating when he was pissed’, you thought to yourself as Dean stepped forward.

“If you hurt her, it will be the last thing you ever do. I promise you that. You won’t have to answer to Cas either. You will have to answer to me.” He warned, his voice low and graveled. He was clenching his teeth to try and stay calm, the muscles in his jaw throbbing along with his pulse, his intense glare never faltering from the demon’s face.

He had never looked so dangerous to you, his brother and best friend hovering behind him, ready at a moment’s notice to jump into action – all for you. You felt your fear leave you and in that moment you knew you were safe. No matter what happened, the love you had for Dean, for all of them, would protect you….and you had never wanted him more.

“Well, then let it begin.” You heard the voice behind you say. He removed the knife from your neck and plunged it deep into your side. Your scream drowned out the objection the came from Dean. You watched, powerless against the restraints, as the demon threw Sam and Dean across the room. As he did, Cas ran forward and the two of them struggled. The demon managed to knock the angel blade from the angel’s grasp and it flew across the room, landing right at Dean’s feet. The demon pushed Cas away and placed his hand on a diagram on the wall that made Cas disappear. He turned back toward the brothers just as Dean shoved the discarded angel blade into his chest.

Dean was instantly at your side, and Sam came up behind you to loosen the strap around your waist. You could feel the warm blood running down your side, and Sam balled up his flannel shirt and pressed it onto the wound, causing a sharp intake of your breath.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. We will get you out of here. Everything is going to be fine.” Dean rattled as he freed your hands first. You reached up to place your hand on his cheek to get his attention.

“My fault. I love you.” You whispered, your eyes fluttering. You felt so cold, and all you wanted to do was curl up and go to sleep.

“Don’t you leave me.” Dean ordered. He released the rest of the restraints and you fell against his strength as he lifted you out of the chair and into his arms. He knew that you didn’t have time to wait for Cas to return from wherever that demon had sent him, so he carried you out to the impala and tossed Sam the keys.

Dean climbed in, holding pressure to your side to try and stop the bleeding, knowing you had already lost more than what was safe. “Come on, Y/n. Stay awake.” He whispered in your ear. He pulled you close and kissed you lightly on your pale lips, his tears mixing with your own.

You passed out by the time the impala reached the nearest hospital. When the staff loaded you onto a gurney, it took everything to get Dean to let go of your hand so they could wheel you back to surgery. His knees felt weak and he closed his eyes to stop the dizzy feeling he felt.

“I can’t lose her, Sam.” The words slipped from Dean’s mouth as the doors to the ER closed behind you.

“You won’t lose her. Come on, let’s go sit and wait for the doctor.” Sam said, putting a hand on Dean’s shoulder and leading him to the waiting room.

It took hours of waiting, each minute making Dean more and more anxious. He drove Sam crazy, first tapping his foot, then making noises as he sucked the air between his teeth, his fingers drumming on his pants leg, the quiet humming of Metallica.

“Dude, seriously?” Sam couldn’t stand it anymore.

“Sorry.” Dean mumbled, realizing what he was doing. “I’m going to wander around or something. I’m about to jump out of my own skin.” He said, standing up.

“I’ll text you if I hear anything.” Sam promised. Dean took a couple of steps and then stopped.

“Thanks, man.” He said, not turning around. Sam smirked as he watched his brother walk down the hall and turn the corner to get a cup of coffee.

Dean just walked in circles at the hospital. He was so angry at himself for allowing this to happen. If he just hadn’t picked a stupid fight with you, you never would have stormed out the motel room, and you never would have been at that bar alone. He couldn’t even remember what the fight had been about in the first place.

He was so lost in his own thoughts, he almost didn’t hear his phone go off. He could feel the knots in his stomach as he flipped open the cell and clicked view on the message from Sam.

She’s out of surgery and wants to see you.

Dean rushed down the hallways, cursing under his breath when he made a wrong turn and had to start over. It felt like forever before he was standing in the doorway to your hospital room, looking at you lying in the bed. Sam stood on the opposite side and squeezed your hand before walking outside to give Dean some time alone with you.

“Hey.” You said weakly and Dean let out the breath he had been holding in his lungs.

“I’m so sorry.” He said, stepping up the bed and taking your hand gently in his own.

“Me too.” You whispered. You still felt tired and you were sore, but you didn’t want to sleep anymore without knowing things were okay between you and Dean. It went against an unspoken rule that the two of you had. No matter how often you fought, no matter who took off to get out of the room, neither of you ever really went to sleep without making up before now.

“I love you so much.” Dean said, kissing your forehead and lingering there a little longer than usual. You smiled at him and closed your eyes, gripping his hand tightly. “Don’t worry, I’m not going anywhere.” He promised, reading your mind as he stroked the back of your hand with his thumb.

He reached over and pulled a chair close to the bed so he could watch over you. “I love you, too.” You said, but Dean barely heard you as you drifted off. He smirked and leaned back against the chair. He knew that by the time you woke up, Cas would have found his way back and could finish healing your wounds. Dean took a deep breath, relief washing over him as he watched you sleeping peacefully.

That’s exactly how Sam found him 20 minutes later when he peeked his head in the door. You were both sleeping soundly, his head leaning against the back of the chair, your hand still resting safely in his. Sam just shook his head and eased the door closed, walking quietly back down the hall.

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undertale-rho · 4 years ago

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Underearth: Book 4 - Chapter 22

The inside hosted architecture like Frisk had never seen before or since. Ahead of him was a grand staircase that led to upper floors, yet the walls of the main hall also hosted staircases. Doors to other rooms aligned with the floor, along with multiple walls, and a few up in the ceiling as well.

"We should split up." Calibri said. "If anything gets found, send out a pulse-wave and run back here."

"What's a pulse-wave?" Frisk asked.

Calibri brought his hands together to demonstrate. With his eyes glowing red, as soon as his hands contacted one-another, a blast of red energy erupted from them. The pulse of red energy continued outward until it disappeared just a few inches from his hands.

"That was a weaker version. In the event you find something, you'd need to make a bigger one that covers the entire mansion. Just be careful, the bigger the pulse, the more AURA you'll expend."

The two then split up, with Calibri starting from the first floor and Frisk climbing the grand staircase and starting from the second.

Over the following few hours, they searched the massive structure, occasionally running into one another, more often from different angles, with one being on the other's wall or ceiling. After many hours had passed, they both arrived on the roof of the structure.

"Did you find anything?" Frisk asked when he saw Calibri.

Calibri shook his head. "I take it your search was just as fruitful as mine?"

"Unfortunately..."

They both heaved a sigh and sat down. Frisk took this time to look around at the surrounding environment.

"Do you know where we are?" he asked.

"Not a clue. I've never even heard of a place like this." Calibri replied.

"Guess a question regarding its size is also out..."

They both then sat there in silent contemplation regarding what to do. A few minutes in, Calibri spoke to break the silence.

"So," Calibri said, "if your magic isn't sourced from LOV, where'd you get it all from?"

Frisk looked at him. "What do you mean?" he asked, trying to dodge.

"I've been watching your every move since your first RESET. Remember when you spotted me in Snowdin?"

"Yeah, I remember." Frisk gulped.

"During that run, you had a very... novel grasp on magic, having it just... happen around you. It looked like it was in the same vein as LOV, but you weren't killing anybody, so that's out. Next time around, though, you were slaughtering all, LOV's magic developing with each kill. Now, here you stand, or... sit, with masterful control over your own magic. So I ask, how? How'd you go from being completely incompetent to mastering a few types in basically no time at all?"

Frisk let out a sigh. Might as well tell him... he thought.

"It was relatively recently. In the last World. It started after I absorbed Toriel's SOUL."

"Wait, you absorbed her SOUL?"

"Yeah. I mean, it was there. I thought, hey, let's grab this thing, and so I did, and absorbed it, and then suddenly I just... had great magic. Didn't really think much of it further."

"Interesting. And what about everybody else? Everyone I rallied against you. Did you absorb their SOULs too?"

"Of the ones I could. Sans didn't release his SOUL, and everyone after Gerson turned to rock after I killed them, except Mettaton."

"Well that checks out. That would be all the Boss Monsters you fought. And you said everyone after Gerson turned to rock? That'd be around the time I'd gotten the Human SOULs to them."

"What's a Boss Monster?" Frisk asked.

"Remember when I said some Monsters only having a hundredth of the SOUL strength instead of the more normal thousandth?"

"Yeah."

"That's what qualifies a Boss Monster. They're just ten times more powerful than the more average Monster you'll often find."

"I see... So, backing up a bit, does absorbing a SOUL turn you to rock after you die?" Frisk asked.

"That would seem to be the case, with Monsters absorbing Human SOULs, at least. I don't see any other reason it would happen." Calibri then looked right at Frisk. "Would you mind if I... searched your SOUL?"

"What!?"

"Would you mind if I searched your SOUL?"

"I know what you said, I just... didn't understand it."

"I want to use my magic to investigate your SOUL to see if there's any signs of absorption. There's only ever been one documented case of somebody absorbing somebody else's SOUL, and that was Asriel absorbing Chara's. You're a sudden new case that I can actually study here and now. Err, with your permission of course."

"You want to study me."

"Err, yeah... word choice isn't my best quality." Calibri said, nervously laughing afterwards.

"Will it hurt?"

"No, not at all. I had my SOUL vigorously studied for the first ten-or-so years of my life. You'll hardly notice a thing. Maybe a bit of mental discomfort, like somebody looking at you while you're naked since your magical sensitivity is rather high, but that's hardly the same as physical pain."

Frisk took a deep breath. "Alright, I don't see why not. I would like to know a bit more myself, so yeah, go ahead."

"Excellent!" Calibri said, his excitement barely stifled.

Calibri placed one of his hands just above Frisk's chest. As he watched him, Frisk noticed his eyes start glowing red, which was quickly followed by an uncomfortable sensation, like somebody grabbing your very heart. As soon as it happened, Frisk took another few deep breaths.

"You alright?" Calibri asked, his primary focus on the situation at hand.

"Yeah, just... hurry please."

Calibri didn't respond. After a few more seconds, the glowing ceased, along with the awful sensation. No later had it stopped had Frisk collapsed backwards, breathing deeply.

"Incredible." Calibri said. "There's no sign of what I thought would be present after an absorption whatsoever."

"What do you mean?" Frisk asked, still lying on the ground.

"The SOUL ESSENSEs, the source of consciousness, they're all gone. There's only yours. This must be why your head isn't filled with the literal voices of those you absorbed screaming at you."

Frisk laughed a bit. "What makes you so sure of that?" he asked.

Calibri gave him a weird look. "Are the literal voices of those you absorbed screaming at you? Being that it's not you remembering them to make yourself feel bad, but them actually having an actual presence inside you."

"No. There's nothing." he said.

"That's what I thought."

"So, this SOUL ESSENSE. If I don't have it, where'd it go?" Frisk asked.

Calibri shrugged his shoulders. "Passed on, I guess. You did kill them, after all. Passing on is typically what happens after your SOUL is gone."

"Passed on?"

"Whatever you want to believe regarding that. Gone to Heaven or Hell, gone to be re-incarnated, vanished completely from existence, whatever. It's just not here anymore."

"I see."

The pair went silent again. After a few minutes, Calibri started shouting.

"LOOK!" he said, shaking Frisk while pointing off at a dark patch of sky.

"What about it?" Frisk asked, sitting up and looking off in the direction Calibri pointed.

"I saw a dim red glow coming from that direction. It could be something worth checking."

"A dim red glow... What does that have to do with anything?"

Calibri looked back at Frisk. "What all do you know about SOULs?"

"Besides the stuff youâ€™ve just told me, pretty much nothing."

"Great! Long story short, SOULs glow in the dark. LOV glows dark red."

"You think that could be it?" Frisk asked, getting ready to stand up.

"It's better than sitting here, doing nothing."

They both stood up and approached the edge of the roof.

"So where'd you see it?" Frisk asked.

"Right over there." Calibri said, pointing to a small white point of light.

Frisk squinted at the point. Just above the white light, Frisk could just barely see a dim red against the infinite black. Upon spotting it, both Frisk and Calibri jumped from the building, the lack of gravity allowing them to simply drift away.

Drifting through the nothingness, Frisk eventually looked back at the structure they had left. It was now only a pinprick of light, as it had been before. Ahead, the light they sailed towards grew larger and larger. As they got closer, it became clear that the source of the white light was a small dish-like platform, circular in appearance. Floating above the platform was a distinct heart-shaped object, heavily encrusted in an extremely dark-red, spiky object which was separated into multiple plates, a brighter red light shining through the narrow gaps in-between.

"H... holy shit." Calibri said, his voice barely audible. "That's... a lot of LOV..."

"Hello Partner." Chara's calm voice pierced the darkness. Looking down at her, Chara was standing in the center of the platform, directly below the giant SOUL above. Her smile lowered slightly when she saw Calibri. "Who is this? How did he get here?"

Frisk and Calibri landed on the platform. "Wouldn't you like to know." Frisk said.

Her frown reverted to that eerie smile she almost always wore. "It doesn't matter. So, Frisk. Have you thought about my offer? Join me, and we can cleanse this world of the vile presence of Humanity."

"Enough, Chara. I'll never help you destroy Humanity. I'm here to stop you."

Chara laughed. "Fine." she said, her voice on the verge of acid. The chitinous figure appearing behind her. "Then both of you will be the first to die."

Chara vanished completely as the chitinous figure shot forward at Calibri, its progress halted by a sudden surge of bones erupting from the ground. Where the bones touched, chitin of its exoskeleton began melting, a lavender glow emanating from the molten bits.

"Frisk!" Calibri said. "Let's waste this thing."

Nodding, Frisk brought up his hands and launched a stream of fire into the bones. As the fire engulfed the field where the figure was trapped, its chitinous form shot from the inferno, charging Calibri once again. As soon as it escaped, Calibri rolled out of the way towards Frisk, seemingly already knowing that it would charge.

"You really need to stop doing that." Calibri said.

"Doing what?" Frisk asked, stopping the flames while the chitinous figure slowly regenerated from its wounds.

"Throwing fire magic around like you do. Fire magic is real fire that burns SOUL AURA as its fuel, SOUL AURA being what is used when preforming magic. Think mana from a bunch of fantasy worlds. Those bones I summoned were just SOUL AURA, especially with the karma magic infused within them."

"So, when I threw the fire, it burned through the bones?"

"Exactly. Try using soul magic instead. I'm sure your unique formations, whatever they may be, would be more useful than the other magics you've attained."

"But isn't that thing made of magic too?" Frisk asked, staring at its nearly regenerated body. "Shouldn't it burn with the bones?"

"It should, yeah." Calibri said, also watching. "From its lack of major injuries, and being on fire, when it emerged, I'd wager it's extremely skilled at both fire and ice magics, so it could counteract both burning and freezing temperatures."

At this point, the chitinous figure had finished healing itself, its eyes ceasing their red glow as its posture re-steadied to attack.

"We're out of time." Calibri said, getting himself ready to dodge whatever would be thrown his way. "Just use soul magic for now until we know more."

"How? I don't really even know how I'm using what magic I am. I just think, and it happens."

"That's pretty much it. Since you absorbed the SOULs of those Monsters, you gained their power, magical expertise, and the spells they knew. It's gonna be instinctual for you. Don't think about it, just do it."

The chitinous figure's eyes turned orange as a blast of heat and flame shot from its hands, deflecting off a shield summoned by Frisk.

"Good. Just like that, but with soul magic this time." Calibri said. "Like so."

Calibri's eyes then glowed red as a swift red wave of energy shot into the ground and rushed towards the chitinous figure, emerging as more bones that impaled the creature. As soon as the bones struck their mark, numerous skulls appeared around the platform, a small point of lavender light sparking to life within their terrible maws moments after their summoning.

The chitinous figure thrashed through the pain and melting, snapping free of the bones that impaled it, firing another beam of heat right at Calibri, who blocked it with a summoned shield. The chitinous figure then appeared from the flash, its claws burning with murder as it hastily closed the gap between it and this unexpected Human.

"CALIBRI!!!" Frisk shouted, throwing his hands up as he closed his eyes, hoping that something would happen.

The darkness of his eyelids only made the silence that followed worse. It quickly became too much and Frisk cracked his eyelids. Before him was the chitinous figure, barely moving, as particles of sand whizzed around it.

Calibri looked over at Frisk. Upon seeing that his eyes were glowing red, a smile broke across his face.

"Nice work." he said, moving out of the way of the chitinous figure. "So, this is your innate magic." Calibri walked around the small dust storm before heading to where Frisk was standing. "Seems like you've nullified its movement." he said.

"No." Frisk said, his head starting to throb. "I, can't explain it, but it feels like it's moving in there."

"Interesting. So maybe just a slowdown, like slowing time within this specific spot... Most interesting indeed..." Calibri then summoned a small bone-knife and threw it into the storm. The knife, almost as soon as it had completely entered, halted its progress, which was followed by Calibri saying "Interesting..." a bit more.

"Can you do this another time?" Frisk asked, his head feeling like it was being crushed.

"What? Oh, right. Sorry." Calibri looked back at the storm. "Let's finish this thing off. Stop focusing on maintaining the storm. Think about something else."

As soon as Frisk stopped thinking about the dust storm that had formed around the chitinous figure, the dust stopped swirling and fell to the ground, disappearing soon after. Once the storm dropped, the figure and knife thrown in moved again. Roughly a second after it began moving again, impact fractures appeared all over its body, which was followed by it screaming in pain. Calibri, unconcerned at this, pointed his hand at the figure. Simultaneously, the skulls surrounding the platform all opened their jaws and fired great lavender beams at the chitinous figure, beams which held their fire for a quarter of a minute before fading. The target which they fired upon was nowhere to be found when the beams faded.

Above them, the great SOUL in the center cracked, shooting lavender liquid in multiple directions. Remembering it, Calibri had one of the skulls ram the object.

"Wait!" Frisk said upon seeing this, running to Calibri.

"What? We're close, we can end this now. Is that not what you wanted my help for?"

"Sort of, but my goal was to save Chara, remember?"

Calibri looked off to the side. "Right, yeah. I remember." he then looked back at Frisk. "Real quick, though, I have a question for you. What makes you so sure she wants to be saved?"

Frisk raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?" he asked.

"From what I've learned with you and past subjects, LOV only gives its host the DETERMINATION to press forward with murderous goals and intents. You wanted power, and LOV convinced you to grow it for that power. She wants to wipe out Humanity, and likely has since she was in the Underground. Why do you think the Dreemurrs are separated as they are?"

Frisk simply stared at Calibri, his mind racing through this information. As it coursed through, Frisk remembered something the Timepiece had told him.

"Yet, despite this, Chara is still alive in there. A tender, loving soul who only wants the best for everyone."

"And what makes you so sure of that?" Calibri asked.

"Because I felt it before, back when those SOUL fragments were connected to my own SOUL."

Calibri went silent, his own mind now racing.

"Alright." he said after a minute. "But if you really want to do this, we're gonna have to work fast. LOV is a parasite, and there's likely not much of those fragments left after that fight."

Above the two, the shell around the SOUL shattered, its separate tectonics turning to dust as a much smaller version fell to the ground, forming a crater upon landing. This inner shell, upon landing, cracked itself slightly. From within, a golden liquid began seeping out.

"We haven't got much time." Calibri said. "Alright, here's what's gonna happen. Pay attention because we'll only have seconds at best. I'm gonna crack open the shell and tear out the fragments. As soon as their free, I want you to use the life magic you got from Toriel to sustain the fragments. That may buy us just enough time to force a fusion back with your SOUL. Understand?"

"Life magic?" Frisk asked.

"Think about being compassionate and using your magic at the same time. Try using it right now."

Frisk tried. Almost instantly, his eyes started glowing green as a green aura formed around his hands.

"Excellent. Seems like you got the hang of it." he said, looking back down at the LOV-encrusted SOUL. Calibri then summoned a long, four-pronged polearm, pointing it at the SOUL. "Ready?" he asked.

Frisk nodded.

"Alright. Three. Two. One. NOW!"

Upon shouting now, Calibri shoved the end of the weapon into the SOUL, golden liquid spilled from the opening like the insides of an egg. As the liquid spilled, small red slivers started to become visible. As soon as they were visible, Calibri dispelled the polearm as his eyes glowed purple. The slivers shot upwards, breaking from the sides of the inside of the shell, and out into the open air. As soon as they exited, Frisk's eyes glowed green again, his hands hovering over the fragments.

Seeing them maintained, Calibri focused his magic into fusing the slivers with Frisk's SOUL. Shortly thereafter, the slivers shot straight into Frisk's chest, the pain of this fusion causing him to scream out, clutching his chest as he collapsed to the alabaster floor and lost consciousness.

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sweetersuga · 8 years ago

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Coquette | 3

bts x fuckgirl!reader high school!au | series warnings: smut, sexual themes, polygamy, angst, foul language, cheating

genre: angst, romance, smut

chapter warning: mentions of violence, underage drinking, detailed description of drug usage, somewhat smut

continuation status: yes | possibly | no

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word count: 4,772

Your heart skipped a beat once your eyes laid upon his sweaty figure, hair disheveled, clinging to his forehead and his white wife-beater shaded a deep grey due to sweat from his armpits. He panted heavily and his arms, neck, and tip of his nose glistened in the sunlight, giving off a glowing aura that suit him perfectly. You were nearly about to whip out the “Hey Jimin! What are you doing here?” line until you remembered: He was your next door neighbor.

Either way, you still greeted him. “Hey Jimin. What’s up?”

He looked you up and down before digging in his pocket, pausing his music. “Hey y/n..” his chest heaved up and down as he attempted to catch his breath. “Ah, just went for a jog. You?”

“Was over at Taehyung’s,” you shrugged truthfully. He tensed up before slowly nodding. “I guess I’ll get going home then-”

“Wait! Are you going to Hoseok’s party?” you cut him off eagerly. He looked taken aback as he nodded at your question, leaving you with a growing grin on your face.

“When was it again? Next Thursday?”

“Yeah. His parents are heading outta town apparently 'til Sunday. Anyways, I gotta go. See you later I guess?” he frowned, walking straight past you until he reached his front lawn and entered his house, slamming the door closed. You watched him blankly until his figure disappeared and let out a sigh as you headed towards your own lawn, walking up the short steps before entering your home. You greeted your parents curtly before heading upstairs to your room.

Looking at the clock, you saw it was already 8pm and you felt quite worn out all thanks to Taehyung, and you were about to jump onto your bed and pass out, when your phone vibrated in your pocket.

You rolled over and groaned as you pulled it out and unlocked it. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion due to the fact that a blocked number had texted you.

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: you seriously fucked taehyung didnt you?? how pathetic

You reread the message over and over in your head, shifting your position so you were now sitting up.

You @ 8:24PM: who is this?

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:24PM: lol, im sure you can take a guess who y/n

You rolled your eyes.

You @ 8:25PM: jungkook then huh. how the hell are you texting me? i blocked you

**BLOCKED NUMBER** @ 8:25PM: that doesnt matter. just fuck off will you? youre fucking lucky youre a girl or else i wouldve beaten your ass by now

You @ 8:25PM: as if you would. also, dont act like im the only one who initiated it! tae was just as into it as i was, if not then more :)

After you sent that text, you didn’t get a reply. You snickered to yourself and tossed your phone back down onto your bed, heading towards the bathroom to take a hot shower. You twisted the nob before pulling the handle out on the hot water setting, sighing in relief once the shower head began spraying, some droplets of water hitting your clothed shoulder. You took a pair of pajamas out from the closet in your room and rid your body of the dirty clothes you wore out.

You were about 5 minutes into your shower when your mother knocked on the door before opening it.

“You got a text, y/n. I was just in your room to lay out your laundry,” she placed your phone on the sink counter, exiting the bathroom. You stepped out with a sigh while patting your feet of excess water against the rug, prior to grabbing your phone and unlocking it.

Your hand flung up to cover your mouth as your eyes laid upon the image Jungkook had sent you.

It was Taehyung. Except, his normally beautiful side profile was littered in cuts and bruises. Blood trailed down his busted lip in a thin line, on the bridge of his nose there was a visible slit that looked like it had been obviously wiped away at, as there had been dried, dark brown blood crusted around it, and underneath his eye looked swollen and almost shut closed - you knew it would form a bruise later.

The thing is, in the picture, he was casually sitting down on a textured brown cotton couch - the same one you remembered you gave Jungkook a handjob on - with his arms leaning behind the couch, and it even looked as if he was smiling while most likely staring off into a TV, as some sort of light source lit up his usually tanned skin.

You tore your eyes away from the picture shortly after, deleting it from the messages so you wouldn’t gaze upon it again. Did Jungkook do that himself? How fucking angry could he have managed to get from knowing you had sex with Taehyung?

Instead of replying to Jungkook’s vile photo, you texted Taehyung instead.

You @ 8:33PM: tae! what did jungkook do to you??

You had gotten a reply almost immediately.

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:33PM: Jimin snaked on you to him about us

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: Kook got pissed but it’s all good now. Why?

You let out a scoff in disbelief and quickly typed out a message in response so you could hurry with your shower.

You @ 8:34PM: because he just sent me a pic of what happened and i was worried is all. but dont you think thats .. idk fucked up?

Taehyungie ♥ @ 8:34PM: I’m not the only one who got fucked up 😂 But he’s just mad about us so he needs to deal w it you know

'Us’? Did Taehyung think he and you were exclusive now? Your eyebrow quirked and you let out a short snicker, setting your phone back down on the counter so you could hurry and finish washing off, leaving Taehyung on read.

After you got out, you simply agreed with him and told him you were heading to bed as an attempt to quickly cut off the conversation. You couldn’t help but think that Taehyung was starting to develop a crush on you. I mean - you HAD been the one to take his virginity away, and smoothly at that.

And you were right. As soon as you left, all he could think about was you. The thing is, Taehyung knew about you already and he knew you messed with Jungkook, his friend; but he couldn’t help but see the good in you. He thought that maybe, he could be the one to change you if you bonded enough because you already shared the same interests. Oh, the poor boy.

That doesn’t mean Jungkook didn’t warn him either. ‘She’ll use you, all she’s good for is sleeping around!’ he hissed. ‘Whatever, I don’t care. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.’

And Jungkook told the rest of his friends, too. But the difference when it came to boys and girls was that boys never cared, since they obviously weren’t the ones who would get hurt - right?

Once Monday came, you trudged through the school corridors in boredom, gently flicking the hair that fell out of your neat ponytail from your face.

Heads all shot towards your direction, but you ignored them as you already knew what they were probably wondering. ‘Where’s Yugyeom, y/n?’ you inwardly mocked them bitterly at the thought. You already knew where he was, though; you saw him right before you entered the school building, feeling up a girl you knew as Irene against the stairs’ railing in front of the entrance doors. You couldn’t help but feel a bit jealous, pretty much forgetting how you slept with Taehyung as the image of a naked Yugyeom raided your mind.

You were so lost in your thoughts, that you didn’t even notice you bumped straight into Taehyung’s firm back.

“Oh, sorr-” you started, pausing once he turned around and made eye contact with you. Great, just what you needed.

He was standing with his friends, two of them who you recognized as Hoseok and, surprise surprise, Jimin himself. The others you had seen before but didn’t know their names. He wore a band aid over his nose bridge and his eye looked slightly less swollen, but there was still a bit of crusted, dry blood that built up in the slit on his bottom lip where you assumed Jungkook struck him.

“Oh, hey y/n,” he smiled warmly. You could feel Jimin’s eyes burning holes in your face as he stared at you and Taehyung, most likely waiting for you to fuck up over your words.

With all your might, you managed to pull a bright smile while staring up at him bashfully and pulled him in for a hug. His grip on your smaller figure tightened the longer you held him, and you peaked a glance at Jimin, whose glare still pierced through your soul. You gave him a small smirk and a wink, quickly before pulling away from Taehyung’s warm chest. You pretended as if you hadn’t just been eyeing up Jimin’s aggressive frame as you made small talk with Taehyung instead.

“How are you? Aish, Jungkook really did a number on your face..” you murmured quietly as you stroked his cheek. “It’s a shame, but I’d be lying if I said you still didn’t look as hot as ever.”

He leaned into your touch and closed his eyes, shoulders heaving gently as a chuckle erupted from his chest. “He’s got it worse than I did. Fucker shouldn’t have started it,” he pouted.

“Yah-!” Jimin snapped, causing Taehyung to avert his attention to the boy who obviously wanted nothing but to get away from your presence. “Class starts in a few minutes. Let’s go, I’m not gonna be late again,” his eyes rolled.

“Ah- go on then,” Taehyung swatted him away. “Y/n, wanna catch up or something at lunch?”

Jimin just scoffed before he and the rest of his friends headed off towards their separate classes, Hoseok following after him casually.

“Hmm,” you pretended to ponder for a moment, grabbing your chin. “Yes!”

Taehyung grinned and his eyes squinted upwards for a moment before he nodded. “Alright then! I’ll see you later,” he exhaled before leaning down and brushing his lips against your cheek. He saluted you playfully as he walked backwards, heading off towards his classes.

You and Taehyung sat at the table you normally sat at. He hadn’t even bothered passing his usual table where the rest of his friends were.

He also had asked you the question you were basically dreading the most: ‘What are we?’

Oh, how you’ve heard that one far too many times for your liking.

But, it was at that moment that you knew this could go either two ways. So you chose the option that sounded more pleasing to you.

“What do you want us to be?”

“I don’t know, y/n.. I really like you; I don’t wanna sound controlling, but if you just plan on fucking around then I don’t think we can do this anymore you know?”

You set your water bottle down, leaning your elbows against the table. Looking him straight in his feline-like hooded eyes that almost seemed to mask his entire face from any emotion; you lied.

“Then I won’t.”

For the next few days, you and Taehyung hung out publicly, causing a suspicion to raise within the “community” of your fellow schoolmates. Jungkook, surprisingly, hadn’t uttered a single word to you since the night he texted you, and you weren’t sure if you were grateful or in denial. Jimin had also laid off of you (although he was never really on, considering he just passed on what you willingly informed him to Jungkook) but that never stopped the dirty stares you’d get from him in the halls.

Then came Thursday, the night of Hoseok’s party.

You were dressed casually in a mid thigh length black skirt and a white short sleeve turtle neck, deciding not to overdo it today. Your parents weren’t home; your father was working overnight and your mom went out of town to visit distant relatives, leaving you all alone for the night.

Hoseok’s parties were wild. He wasn’t voted, quote unquote, “most likely to die of kidney failure” by his classmates without a reason. Hennessy? He had it. Cocaine? He had it. Roofies?.. no one officially knows, but we’ll assume he had those too.

Despite what someone would normally assume for a guy who spent his entire high school year partying, his house wasn’t anything huge or fancy. Two stories with a front lawn, a backyard with a built-in pool, and, for whatever deemed necessary, a hot tub that looked as if it hadn’t been touched in years, sitting in the corner by a tree collecting dust.

As soon as you entered, Hoseok greeted you with a toothy, lopsided grin. He stumbled multiple times and you assumed he had already been shitfaced and high off of whatever drug he bought last week.

You greeted him and he ushered you off to the kitchen, demanding you take shots or else he’d “kick you out,” although you already knew he wouldn’t be able to do it himself from how much he stumbled and tripped over his own feet.

The thing you liked about Hoseok was that he was a rather chill guy. He, himself, was very much into casual flings and he never greeted you with a single grain of salt - it was almost as if he genuinely didn’t care what anyone said about you, let alone what you’d do with others. Even though you weren’t close enough to consider yourself friends, you’d like to think you were “close acquaintances.”

You took the shot glass from his hand and chuckled - everyone around the island table in the kitchen cheered you on, fists raising and lowering in the air as they chanted your name.

“Why are you guys so excited? It’s just a shot~” you teased as you dipped your head back, pouring the yellow-tinted liquid down your throat. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a forceful cough as the alcohol burned your throat, resulting in Hoseok’s grainy laughter to fill your ears as he patted you on the back.

“O-oh, look at y/n!” he hiccuped while praising you. You chuckled mid cough and exhaled, setting down the shot glass back on the island counter before scratching the back of your neck, eyes wandering out of the cutout windowed area that separated the kitchen and led your view to the living room where many other students stood, bobbing their heads and dancing wildly to the music.

“I’m gonna go to the bathroom to freshen up,” you gently swatted Hoseok away, not paying any attention to him in his drunken state behind you while he kept shouting about shots as you exited the kitchen and made your way up the stairs on the right side of the house. You’d gone over to his house tons of times for his parties, so you practically knew where everything and each room was. But, as you absentmindedly slammed the door to the bathroom opened, you had to double take at the scene in front of you.

There stood - or to put it properly, hunched - Jungkook and Jimin over the sink counter, both with a dollar bill rolled up in their hands and a thin, white line of cocaine spread out over a black card. Taehyung was right when he said Jungkook got it worse than him - he had dark purple bruises underneath both of his eyes, a huge band aid covered a gash on the left side of his forehead right below his hairline Jungkook jumped up upon hearing your presence and Jimin did the same, letting out a string of curses as his face scrunched up and he pinched his nose.

“Y/n?”

“Jungkook?”

You both called out each others name simultaneously, too awestricken to move from your positions.

“What the fuck, y/n!? Get out,” hissed Jimin as he made his way towards you, firmly gripping your wrist and yanked your hand off of the doorknob forcefully. You were still frozen in place, and a look of distraught washed over Jungkook’s paled features as he fidgeted in place.

He knew what you were about to ask, and as you opened your mouth to speak, he shut his eyes tightly, hoping everything would disappear and it was all a dream. “Isn’t your dad a cop, Kook?”

“Y/n, that’s enough,” Jimin warned you, letting go of your wrist. He tried to shove you out of the doorway but you wouldn’t budge. Instead, you walked past him further into the bathroom and shut the door yourself, still preoccupied with Jungkook. With folded arms, you cocked your head to the side and tapped your foot against the tile flooring, waiting for an explanation.

“So fucking what?” he muttered weakly. With a sigh, he pushed back the black card further towards the mirror and tossed the dollar into the sink, rubbing his frown lines intently.

“Couldn’t you get into deep shit if he ever found out? I mean, screw the weed and alcohol. This is cocaine we’re talking about!”

He rolled his eyes. “And why the fuck do you care? Just fuck off, will you?”

“Hoseok? You get it from him?” you ignored his question.

“No.” he scoffed. “Who do you think he gets it from, dumbass?” Jungkook’s eyes widened as he realized he accidentally outed himself to you.

“You’re telling me.. you sell drugs? You, as in Jeon Jungkook?” you slowly questioned in disbelief.

“I swear to God if you tell anyone y/n-”

“You’ll do what?” you cut him off. “You don’t know a thing about me. What you do know, so does everyone else.” you shrugged.

He exhaled deeply, shifting his weight to his other foot. “Fine. What do you want then?”

“I want a line, too!”

You hadn’t remembered that Jimin was still in the bathroom until the door creaked open and a giggly girl stumbled in with a boy, slightly taller than her with his hands attached to her waist. Her eyes found your annoyed ones and upon seeing all three of your presences, she blushed profusely and apologized, slamming the door shut behind her and the boy as they left.

Jungkook’s attention reverted back to you and he scoffed in disbelief. “What? Why, so you can rat me out when you get caught high off your fucking mind? No thanks.”

“Jungkook, I’m pretty sure I can handle one little line of fucking coke. Try me,” you smirked.

“Alright then. But when you get caught doing some dumb shit, don’t come running to me.”

He pulled out a small ziploc baggy from his back pocket and emptied the remaining containments onto the black card, and using a razor you hadn’t noticed on the counter before, he began scraping at and separating the coke into three thin lines.

“Just use-just use the dollar in the sink,” he pointed out, wiping his nose on the back of his hand a few times. You nodded and bent your head down to line it up with the drug, taking a deep breath before inhaling sharply.

Once it passed through your nose, you immediately began coughing and rubbing your nostrils frantically, displeased with the foreign feeling and Jimin laughed at you, pushing you over gently so he could snort a line of his own. He obviously took it way better than you did, giving off the impression he had done this many times before, which honestly worried you. Not only for Jimin, but Jungkook as well. They may have both hated your guts, but you weren’t so horrible that you didn’t feel a bit uneasy for them once you caught them red handed.

Jimin let out a sigh in relief and kicked his head back while he leaned against the counter. You backed out of the way as Jungkook replaced you in your spot, taking the dollar from between your fingertips and inhaled the rest of the cocaine. He leaned his elbows against the counter silently.

“Fuck..” you muttered lowly, sliding down the wall in regret as you attempted to calm your nerves. You rubbed your head quietly, peaking up at the two boys in front of you who were still standing at the sink, as silent as could be. Jimin grabbed out a thin flask from his back pocket, sparking an interest inside of you as he opened it and poured the contaminants down his throat.

“You’re not gonna drink what Hoseok brought?” you frowned, curling your knees up to your chest as you watched him. His gaze snapped towards you, except he paused and did a double take, eyes trailing down much farther from where your own were. A smirk reached his lips before he took another sip from his flask, shaking his head no.

“Why would I drink that shit? I don’t have a death wish just yet.”

You scoffed in amusement sarcastically. “Gotta agree with you on that one!”

“I’m gonna head downstairs real quick,” Jungkook stretched. “you need anything?”

“Nah, I’m good,” Jimin rubbed the back of his neck mischievously. Jungkook nodded and headed out of the bathroom, leaving just the two of you alone.

Jimin watched as his taller friend shut the door and cleared his throat. “By the way, nice panties.”

“Wha-” you mumbled in confusion, only to look down and realize you were still wearing a skirt. Your eyes widened and you laid your legs down by your side, before laughing it off casually. “Thanks - I wore them specially for this occasion, you know.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”

“Good then I guess?”

“How’s Taehyung?”

Your breath hitched your throat, failing to go unnoticed by Jimin. ‘Stay calm,’ you reminded yourself.

“He’s doing great. Why can’t you ask him yourself?”

“I’d assume his girlfriend of all people would know.. I mean, he hasn’t been spending that much time with us anymore.” he shrugged, tossing his now empty flask onto the counter. He knew exactly what he was doing - and you say this in confidence - but you weren’t going to let him get underneath your skin.

“Girlfriend?” you cocked a brow. “Is that what he told you?”

Jimin nodded.

“Well, that’s odd, because he never mentioned we were dating.. To me.”

“Don’t you like him, though?”

You rolled your eyes at his seemingly innocent question. “I don’t, and never will, like anybody.” you quoted “like.”

“Then why are you with him?” by now, you could tell he was just trying to get something out of you.

“Tae’s a cool guy,” you shrugged. “why do you care so much?”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. He walked over to you, blocking your view from the mirror where you stood.

“Because, if you do any shady shit, I’ll have your neck on the roof of my fucking car.”

It was your turn for your eyes to narrow. “What's with all the threats from you guys? Calm the fuck down, it’s not like I’m gonna murder him!”

“Just watch what you fucking do!” he hissed.

A smirk grew on your lips. “You mean like this?” you reached your hand out to grab hold of his crotch.

His breath hitched his throat and his eyes widened as he stared down at you in disbelief, unable to form a proper sentence, mouth opening and shutting like a fish out of water.

“W-what're you-”

Your grip tightened and he winced, still staring directly at you with his wide, chocolate brown orbs. He could act tough all he wanted, but every man had a weakness - it laid limp in their jeans.

“Tell me Jimin,” you leaned in, your lips grazing his ear gently as you whispered, “do you think it’s easy for boys to resist?”

You rubbed circles over his clothed crotch, enjoying the way his breathing patterns became ragged with pleasure. His voice was quiet, almost like he was in denial as he barely audibly whispered out, “Just stop, y/n..”

“Okay, I’ll stop,” you complied, removing your hand. “but are you sure that’s what you want right now?”

There was no doubt he began getting hard from your simple, firm touches. Maybe it was the drugs and the alcohol in his system that lead him to crumble at your feet.

“Fuck - but I can’t do this to Taehyung-”

“Don’t worry about him." you silenced him, pressing your soft lips to his wet, supple ones. He tasted of alcohol; leading you to deepen the kiss as your ran your tongue over his bottom lip, savoring the way it slightly burned your muscle.

Jimin’s arms wrapped tightly around your waist and he lifted you up, causing you to yelp slightly in shock, relaxing once your felt him set you down the counter where the sink was. His lips moved in sync with yours and his arms were now wrapped underneath each thigh, tugging you closer to him as your skirt hitched up between the cold marble and your skin.

He pressed his crotch tightly to yours and you let out a moan once your lips separated, wrapping your legs around him loosely, head kicked back while his tongue and lips sloppily glided across your jaw. He tugged your shirt off of your head rather quickly, leaving you in your black lacy push up bra, and he began attacking your neck with lazy kisses and gentle pokes of his tongue. Your left hand made its way to his soft brown hair, firmly gripping at the roots and he let out a guttural moan against your skin, earning a wave of pleasure to shoot straight down to your core.

“Fuck-! Jimin, I need you,” you whined, your right hand running up your side to firmly cup your breast.

“Just wait, kitten,” he murmured, mouth never leaving your neck. The way his tongue managed to send waves of heat over your body in contrast to the ice cold bathroom you made out in gave off an almost surreal experience.

Then, the door opened.

“You guys still-what the fuck?” Jungkook yelled, strutting over to Jimin to yank him off of you. You gasped in shock and scurried to tug your shirt back over your head, hopping off of the counter.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing!?” he scowled, aimed at no one in particular.

“Fuck..” you heard Jimin mutter, realization finally hitting him.

“Jungkook-” you started, only to get cut off by the fuming boy.

“No, what the fuck is this? Aren’t you with Taehyung?”

“Do-”

“No, I’m fucking telling him this shit. I knew it would happen, but this fucking fast? Jesus Christ, y/n!”

“And you,” Jungkook spat, pointing over at Jimin who held his head in his hands, refusing to meet anybody’s stare. “weren’t you preaching about this shit more than I was? The hell, Jimin?”

“It was a mistake, alright?” Jimin snapped, throwing his hands in the air.

“Tell him Jungkook, I dare you. Go on! But don’t be surprised if a little secret of your own gets spilled along the way.” you crossed your arms, watching as their heads snapped towards you in shock.

“What?” they both mumbled, disbelief written all over their faces.

“You’re literally cheating on Taehyung behind is back, and you think that’s the equivalent to selling drugs?” Jungkook’s voice lowered.

You felt guilty as soon as the words left your mouth, but there was no backtracking now. You were 100% sure that Jeon Jungkook officially, with his entire being, hated your guts.

You let out a frustrated sigh, gripping at your hair tightly as you thought of what to say.

“Just do whatever the fuck you want, Jungkook. I’m out.”

And with that, you left the party, not sparing the two a final glance as they watched your figure disappear down the stairs.

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My train was cancelled?

Sorry for the hiatus, between a few more trips, and working on a presentation for class, I haven’t been able to motivate myself to write up a new post. However, I am hoping to get the blog back up to speed with my recent trips to the some more Scandinavian countries (the Netherlands and Denmark). First though, as promised, I wanted to give you a little insight into the much less glamorous, and often stressful side of travel. And, perhaps knowing that I hadn’t yet posted about this topic as promised, the universe decided to give me a second instance of cancelled train in Germany (which now puts me at a 2 out of 2 losing streak). This is going to be a long post with a fair bit of detail about my miserable train night. If you don’t want to read all about that misery you can stop here and hold off till my next, more fun post.

Coming back from Munich, the best (read cheapest that would get me back in time for class on Monday) option was an overnight train to Hamburg. Although not ideal, I felt like after “roughing it” in a tent for the weekend, it was a perfectly acceptable way to get myself back safely. I also had wonderfully high hopes, given the punctuality and cleanliness of the train system in Switzerland. Unfortunately, I was in for a rough night. I arrived back from my tour a little earlier than I had initially planned, but I figured it would be a good chance to charge my phone, get some snacks for the ride and get myself organized. My tour guide very helpfully let me into her key only hostel (where she works) which gave me a safe place that wasn’t the train station to hang out for a few hours. I was in high spirits (though tired) and recharged a bit before heading back to the train station. Everything seemed in order when I got back, my train was on the board, I got to my platform and waited for the train to pull in to the station, which it did about 20 minutes early (or so I thought). Upon finding myself an open seat and settling in, I hear an announcement in German which I vaguely understand to be saying a lot of numbers (which I am moderately ok at mentally translating at speed) but the real meaning was lost to me. I do however see a lot of people moving, and after a second stilted announcement in English, I learn that this is in fact not my train but a train going to Zurich. More than a little confused, and now highly concerned that I was going to miss my train (it was supposed to leave at 8:44 and it was 8:40) I grabbed my backpack (luckily I travel very light) and rush off the train to check out the board for the correct platform.

This is where the real stress of the evening began. Next to the listing for my train there was no platform number, rather “Zug abgesagt”, along with some other unfamiliar German words, is scrolling across the screen. Using google translate I learn this means “train cancelled”. “WHAT!?! Can they do that???” Well, yes. Yes they can. Apparently there were storms that caused the train to just be cancelled. And no, there was no immediate alternative option presented for me to travel back home. After some frantic questions to the man working nearby, I lined up at the customer service center to hope for some sort of solution. Arriving at the front, and showing her my ticket, the woman writes up a new ticket (by hand) and gives me a print out of a train leaving at midnight, that will route me through Frankfurt, but will get me back in time for my second class and to hand in my materials to get my German visa so i can stay in the country legally!! At this point its 9:15, and I need to find a safe place to sit myself for a few hours, even though it’s late on a Sunday and most of the shops are starting to close up. I was able to find a place in a tea shop and charge up my phone a little more, but sadly this closed at 10 :/ I then spent the next hour sitting on the train platform, near some outrageously drunk people (because if you’ve forgotten it was Oktoberfest) feeling exhausted, cold, and wildly unhappy. I eventually located a Starbucks around 11, and wandered my way in, found a stool, and parked myself there hoping to have a fully charged phone for the trip and some wifi to confirm what was going on.

Feeling a little better, and perked up from my cup of tea. I made my way to my new train to try and make sure I snagged a seat, and waited. And waited. And waited. The new train was delayed 40 minutes. When it pulled into the station, there were more people than seats and it was a scramble to find an open spot. Well lucky me, I did happen to grab a seat (although it was potentially reserved for a different portion of the trip). So briefly, in Germany a lot of these trains are local, and so they can oversell a train for seats. The potential for overcrowding was not helped by Oktoberfest and a cancelled train. This first train was set to take about 4 hours, and there was the potential to be standing for that entire time without a seat. My exhaustion and stress level at this point is terribly high. I was on a train in a seat that I might get asked to vacate and thus be forced to stand for hours, going to the wrong city, hoping to catch a connecting train to the correct city that only had a 20 minute cushion, that was now very likely to be missed because my replacement train was 40 minutes late. There was no conductor or anyone who worked for the company to ask, and the train set off with me hoping to sleep a little and that the train would make up some time.

Sadly, I was unable to sleep because of the aforementioned stress. And half dozed, half kept an eye on both people getting on at every stop to see if they’d kick me out of my seat, and if the train was going to get me to my connection in time. After about 2.5 hours, I did in fact get kicked out of my seat, but luckily snagged a new spot a car or two over. At first I was super excited to just have a spot (and one that didn’t have a reservation potentially coming to kick me out of my seat). Unfortunately, I soon learned why my seat was empty, the man next to me was kind of a vile human being. He was in rumpled lederhosen with trash all on the floor and seat pocket in front of him. He was snoring quite loudly and would kind of throw his arms and end up hitting me or touching my leg (in his sleep so it was still creepy but not as awful as it might be). But of course, I didn’t want to stand for an hour and a half and was going to stick to my seat. After about 45 minutes of my trying to get comfortable, commiserating through looks with the woman to my left, the man wakes up farts aggressively loudly basically right on me, and gets up and walks away. This was just the kind of stupid miserable thing that really felt like it belonged as part of this night. For the last 45 minutes or so I had the seat to myself, somewhat dozed and was happy to see we were making up the time from the initial delay. We arrived in Frankfurt as initially scheduled. It was cold and I was exhausted and felt gross, but I was going to make my transfer! The last leg went off without a hitch, and I got back to Hamburg in time to hand in my visa materials, though given the 2 hours of sleep I managed to get I ended up having to leave class early and had just enough energy to shower, change into PJs and then slept 15 hours (and through the alarm to go to my language class on Monday night).

Despite the misery of this trip, I booked a train to Copenhagen, this time with a friend. This train was also cancelled (as I said 2 for 2), but they scheduled a replacement train immediately so none of the ticket window nonsense of the last time. The replacement ended up being an hour late, but at least we got seats together! UNTIL, the ferry crossing, where the replacement conductor for the Danish part of the trip didn’t show up. We had to board the ferry separately and try to catch a different train that didn’t show up on the other end. Ended up being delayed again to wait for this train. When it did show up we had to shove our way on to a standing, non-air conditioned car (which was about 30 minutes). This train then announced it was going out of service, but luckily we were able to quickly hop on a different one (air conditioned with a seat!) for the remaining hour and a half of our trip. We ended up getting in about 3 hours later than originally scheduled (which caused us to miss a random sighting of the Queen of Denmark with a friend who arrived earlier). Although this bit was frustrating and turned a 5hour trip into 8, it luckily was during the day, with a friend, and the authorities handling this bit were significantly more aware and helpful at getting us transferred to where we needed to go than the first time.

After all this, all I can say is I’m disappointed in the German train system, which is not as efficient or reliable as I had anticipated they would be. Thank GOODNESS English is widely spoken, and that I now have the ability to use data in Germany because otherwise all this would have been impossible to navigate. And finally, I’m sticking to planes so long as they are priced reasonably, and otherwise I’ll probably try to go with busses!

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The art of the YouTube apology video

When an actor messes up, they typically have a team of managers, agents, and crisis managers to back them up with handcrafted personal statements apologizing for their actions.

When a beauty guru messes up, they set up their tripods, get the tears going, and hit record.

SEE ALSO: YouTube breakup videos are basically a requirement now. Here's why.

Much like break up videos, apology videos are almost a rite of passage for YouTubers. Since their content is so personal, their apologies have to be, too. As content creators' offensive internet histories get exposed, apology videos are becoming more and more common. There's almost a formula to them: You sob, you apologize for whatever you did wrong, you sob some more, beg for forgiveness from your fans, and then wrap it up with a teary thank-you.

The most recent example of this tearsfest is Laura Lee, a beauty vlogger who was once just shy of 5 million subscribers, but lost 200,000 once she was exposed for racist tweets this month. A video she posted, simply titled "My Apology," went viral for all the wrong reasons.

Content creator Keem mocked Lee in a video that broke down the types of apology videos that YouTubers make, from gamers apologizing for a racist comment to vloggers apologizing for filming a dead body.

In 2012 Lee tweeted, "tip for all black people if you pull ur pants up you can run from the police faster."

When fans of another rival beauty guru dug up the vile tweet, Lee went silent. She deactivated her Twitter account, deleted her old tweets, and then came back to Twitter with a lengthy Notes app apology. In the statement, she blamed the fact that she grew up as a "small town girl from Alabama" who lacked the "cultural education" that she has now.

Five days later, she followed up with this apology video.

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"I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry to you guys," she whimpers, frequently stopping mid-sentence to sob into her hands. "It hurts me so bad to disappoint you all who have supported me for many years. I know that I'm better than that person."

The four-minute video was dragged for being (for lack of a better word) total bullshit. One commenter called it "so funny to watch bc it’s so forced." Another joked that it was "proof that youtubers shouldn't be actors."

Someone wrote fake captions over her video, and people turned her into a meme on Twitter. It even inspired parodies.

whoever wrote the caption for laura lee’s apology is my hero pic.twitter.com/S4406OSgmV

— 𝕙𝕒𝕓𝕚𝕓𝕒 (@denimIester) August 20, 2018

Laura Lee is part of a group of beauty gurus who all apologized for their problematic pasts, but hers is the one getting criticized the most.

But is there a "right" way to apologize? Crisis manager Eden Gillott Bowe says there may not be a one size fits all way to say "I'm sorry," but there is a basic formula that best gets the point across. Like Olivia Pope in Scandal, Gillott Bowe fixes messy situations.

"If you know you've done something wrong, you don't want to hide it because the truth always finds a way of coming out," Gillott Bowe said over the phone. "So you just want to deal with it quickly."

Compare Lee's apology to that of another member of the beauty guru clique that broke apart over this past week, Gabriel Zamora.

In contrast to Lee's tears, Zamora opens the video by explaining that the version he's posting is the third version he's recorded because he was more levelheaded than in the first two.

"I'm like, you know what? This isn't just about my emotions," he admits in the video.

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Gillott Bowe recommends staying as calm as possible, like Zamora, while doing damage control.

"Try not to be too reactionary and just take a moment to think about how it's going to be perceived," she said. "If I jump out and say this, how might it be taken the wrong way?"

With that in mind, here's the backstory on all the beauty guru drama.

Fellow vlogger and Lee and Zomara's former friend Jeffree Star — who has his own history of being horrifically racist and according to the Washington Post, once joked about "throwing battery acid on a black girl's face to lighten her skin so that her foundation matches" — was the subject of a Shane Dawson documentary series on YouTube that examined Star's life and reputation.

The last installation of the five part series discusses the public feud Star had with his ex-friend group. Star says that "people still don't really know what went on" that broke down the group, and that "there's so many versions of things that never happened out there."

In response, Zamora posted a photo of himself, Laura Lee, Manny MUA, and Nikita Dragun captioned "Bitch is bitter because without him we're doing better," referring to Star. Zamora topped it off in a now-deleted tweet that said, "Imagine stanning a racist? I could never."

That kicked off a stan-led scrape through the four YouTubers' Twitter histories, which unearthed hateful tweets from years ago. Manny MUA, Laura Lee, and Gabriel Zamora all made separate videos apologizing for their actions; Nikita Dragun addressed it on Twitter.

But why does Star get a pass on his past actions, while Lee's getting dropped from all of her brand partnerships? Fans agreed that their apology videos made all the difference.

The difference is they both acknowledged their mistakes years ago and have actively worked to better themselves and let it show through their actions. Laura barely made an apology, cried fake tears, and tried to blame it on everything else, like "I was raised in a small town"

— Future 👩🏻‍⚕️ (@K_Wolstenholme) August 23, 2018

They felt the same way about Zamora's apology video. Stans thought that compared to Lee's apology, it was significantly more genuine because he walked through how he would improve. Commenters lauded Zamora's apology as "a great example" and "like sitting with a friend."

if Gabriel Zamora gaining back all the subs he lost and then some isn’t proof that all we want as viewers are real people telling the truth...i don’t know what is pic.twitter.com/Im0NNfCUKr

— spektader (@spektader) August 22, 2018

Makeup fans haven't forgiven Star entirely, though. Some wish he'd face the same consequences as Lee.

im glad this is happening but i wish the same energy would’ve been kept for Jeffree Star and James Charles https://t.co/8okPymP00H

— deja 🏳️‍🌈 (@dejaistired) August 23, 2018

Gillott Bowe recommends that when crafting an apology, whether to a friend in private or to an entire fanbase through a public statement, you don't want to keep repeating "I'm sorry."

"You want to be sincere," she said. "You don't want to dwell on it. Once you say you're sorry you don't want to belabor it."

In Zamora's video, he said, "I don't want to give excuses ... it was ignorant, it was stupid." Instead of jumping to begging his subscribers not to call him racist, he asked them to take time to process his apology. He also linked two videos about the history of the N word and a lecture from author Ta-Nehisi Coates about "words that don't belong to everyone."

Then, in typical YouTuber fashion, he moved on and exposed Lee and Manny MUA for throwing him under the bus and refusing to take accountability when their tweets were exposed.

Fed up of going on YouTube and all the videos being titled ‘my truth’, ‘I’m sorry’ and ‘my apology’. I just want to watch a fucking makeup tutorial

— georgia (@georgievowles) August 23, 2018

Although that's exactly the kind of drama YouTube subscribers want to hear, Gillott Bowe probably wouldn't go for that cutthroat, spilling the tea approach. She'd rather her clients wrap up an apology by looking forward.

"You talk about the future," she said. "The things you want to change to make sure it doesn't happen again, and then you stay positive."

So for future YouTubers who need to make an apology — whether it's Tana Mongeau apologizing for calling her black friend a racial slur or Jenna Marbles apologizing for being an unprepared fish owner — here's the formula that Gillott Bowe endorses.

1. Open with something positive.

Gillott Bowe recommends "easing into it" by thanking people for their support.

2. Say you're sorry and don't drag it on.

"Focus right on the apology," she said. Don't try to skirt responsibility or avoid taking accountability. It's better for all parties if you just own up to what you did wrong.

3. End on a good note.

Gillott Bowe calls this a "compliment sandwich." You want to close the apology with something "nice and hopeful," like outlining the steps you'll take to improve.

4. Don't do it again.

She brings up a quote often misattributed to Albert Einstein: "Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

"People have a tremendous capacity to forgive," Gillott Bowe explains, "But you don't want to keep apologizing if you're going to end up doing shitty things again anyway."

Navigating the public sphere after a major scandal will probably be rocky for a while, but Gillott Bowe is sure that if an apology is genuine, the person at fault will be OK.

"There are the kinds of people who are going to hate you no matter what you do," she said. "But if the people in the middle could be swayed either way, those are the people you're gearing toward."

Or, you know, you could also just try not to be racist.

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katmac95 · 7 years ago

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Why the fuck do I have PTSD?

Some first blog post, eh?

I’ll be using this blog to say things that are a bit too long for Twitter, but things I still feel the need to say.

First, I want to talk about my PTSD and why I have it.

Some people don’t like talking about their trauma. I need to. I don’t enjoy talking about it, but it does make me feel freer when I do. It gets it out of my head and off my chest, so to speak. And that helps me.

This post may not be pretty but it’s not supposed to be. The stuff I’m going to share is all very raw and rough, so its delivery will reflect that.

*deep breath*

I’ll start from the beginning, I guess.

From the time I was small, my father beat my mother. Often, he did this in front of me. My mom left my father with me in tow after sixteen months of marriage, and they were divorced shortly after. I still remember him coming after us with a knife when I was a baby. I remember times when I’d hide behind the toilet and refuse to let anyone touch me. I remember screaming at the top of my lungs because I was scared to death and that terrified energy had nowhere else to go.

When they divorced, my father was awarded partial custody of me by the state. God knows how a man with multiple convictions of DV and drug possession could get partial custody, but whatever. He did.

During his visitation weekends, he would often: hit me, swear at me, call me names, hit me with a belt or other objects, hit my dogs, break my things, withhold medical care (I once broke my foot under his care, and he refused to take me to a hospital), didn’t feed me (I taught myself to cook at 5 years old because of this, though he’d get angry if I tried to feed myself on the days when he wouldn’t).

And when he’d get new girlfriends, he’d beat them, too (again, in front of me). I remember one night, my dad was mad at his long-time girlfriend (they were off and on for most of my childhood) for one thing or another, and he slammed her hand in a door and broke it. I was in the next room, and I still remember her screams and the mangled mess he’d made of her hand. She filed a police report against him, and he went to jail for that.

I believe he’d been to jail quite a few times by the time I came into the world. When I was a kid, I remember him being incarcerated three separate occasions. I’m pretty sure two of those three were for domestic violence, the other for drugs. Or perhaps vice versa. I’m not sure, but his buddy would always bail his sorry, stupid ass out. Even as a kid, I remember hating that buddy, and wishing my father would stay incarcerated until I turned eighteen. At least then, I wouldn’t have had to see him.

Yeah, so, about the drugs... My dad’s drug of choice was meth. Or, well, his buddies referred to it by its street name, aka “crank”. He smoked it, sometimes around me. It smelled like sweat, cat piss, and cookies, in case you wondered. Now, meth has a rep for being one of the worst drugs on the market, with good reason.

First, there’s the rush. The person will wig the fuck out, but at least they’re “happy”-ish… It’s mania to the extreme. If depression is a low, then meth is high, HIGH, H I G H. Some people gouge their eyes out, others talk seven miles a minute and make you watch Alex Jones and read Andrew Anglin (yeah, my father was a keeper). He was never quite “gouge out his eyeballs” bad, but I do remember some weird manic shit (he once hooked a package of hamburger meat to some jumper cables from his car because the government had supposedly installed nanotechnology in this particular package of meat to spy on him).

Then would come the downward spiral when the rush began to fade. His mania would very quickly shift to irritability, anger, paranoia, and he would threaten to (or actually) beat the shit out of me for “looking at him wrong”. Or he’d threaten to kill himself if I did something he didn’t like. Or he’d threaten to drive us off a cliff, to kidnap me, or to [insert suggestion here]. Being with someone coming down from a rush is fucking terrifying, to say the least.

Finally, there’s the crash. The user will become so tired, they’ll spend entire days in bed. They don’t eat, they don’t acknowledge their responsibilities, they just kind of lie there like they’re dead for the whole weekend and get upset with you if you ask them to make you food (even though you’re a child and afraid of burning yourself on the stove because you’re not tall enough to actually reach it yet).

Through all this, my mom did pretty much nothing, despite the fact that I told her literally every single weekend that I was scared my father was going to kill me. I implored her to ask for sole custody (the fact that I knew that term at six should’ve been a clue that I knew what I was talking about), but she refused because she was scared of him. I was, too, only I couldn’t do anything about it without her help. CPS was called twice on him, but I wasn’t bruised “enough”. And my mother was too afraid to act, so nothing was done. Though I estranged myself from my father at fifteen, he had partial custody in the state’s eyes until I was eighteen.

Next up, my childhood babysitter, who was a right piece of work. Her children would steal my belongings and then claim they were theirs (I remember this little foam souvenir I got from Seattle that her kids took, and when I went to retrieve it, I was punished). This daycare provider’s methods of punishment were archaic. She and my father would’ve been great friends, I think. This woman would punish us by literally locking us in a 2x2 coat closet for hours at a time. We couldn’t sit, we had to stand. We couldn’t make noise, we had to “think about our actions”. And it was completely dark; even the gap under the door was covered. Now, I was kid who–with my trauma history–acted out a LOT (I mean, daily), so I dare say I likely spent more hours inside that closet than out of it when I was 3 and 4.

Oh, and when she was extra angry, she’d step on our hands or backs.

Yes, that sounds unbelievably barbaric. Her daycare facility was closed down in 1999 or 2000, I think, because a parent threatened to sue (or did sue, I’m not sure).

When I was young, my dad used to leave me with people I didn’t know in our neighborhood, while he… well, I don’t know what he was doing, but I’m guessing it involved something illicit. Anyway, this one time, when I was six, he left me with a teenage boy who lived across the way (my dad gave him a few dollars to babysit or whatever). And this kid had seemed nice enough. But, part of the way through the day, we rode our bikes down to the local creek to skip rocks. The boy threatened to drown me if I didn’t let him grope me. I’m not proud of this, but I acquiesced. He got mad at me for resisting, and threw me and my bike into the creek. My dad got mad at me for it.

And onto the next trauma, which is definitely in the same vein as the last. I mentally and emotionally cannot handle going into specifics here, but when I was ten, I was raped by a doctor. I was then groped by another doctor when I was eighteen. This is the only chunk of trauma I will keep relatively private, because it remains the most traumatic experience of my life and I just can’t talk about, it other than to acknowledge that it happened and that I’m terrified of doctors as a result.

Last one about my dad, I promise.

My dad would sometimes show up at places where I was (school, out to meals, etc.). These were places he was not supposed to be, mind you, as he wasn’t supposed to see me outside of visitation weekends. Sometimes, he used to threaten to kill himself/ me/ others/ pets with his rifle (the only reason I knew he had a rifle was because he kept threatening to use it). He would physically block my exits, always had to control where I was or who I was with, and liked to grab my wrists to physically restrain me. I mean, he was the epitome of abusive white male. My father is the most vile excuse for a human being that I have ever had the misfortune of knowing.

While we’re talking physical abuse, when I was a kid, I had a scout leader. This one time, when I was fifteen, she was mad at me for “mouthing off” when I refused to do something (a chore, because I’d been doing all the chores and I didn’t think it was fair that I was always working while my peers had all the fun–that was a valid complaint, btw). She got mad, came up on deck of the scout boat, grabbed me hard enough to leave bruises, dragged me down a ladder by the arm, and physically prevented me from going back above deck until I had done the stupid chore.

Because I felt unsafe, I left the program and tried to join another unit. But they turned a blind eye (because that’s scouting in America). I left the program altogether and forfeited all the awards I’d spent multiple years to earn. I failed my junior year of high school because of the resulting period of depression (I also dissociated the entire year of 2012, and don’t remember 99% of that school year).

Throughout all of this, my mother was... I mean, she tried in her way. I believe that. But when I sought comfort or told her I was suicidal, she’d say things like I was annoying or she should’ve aborted me. So, while I’m sure she cared in her way, she didn’t (or couldn’t) be what I needed in a mother. She was often just as angry and unpredictable as my father, though far less violent.

My mom also tends to shut down or change the topic if the current one makes her uncomfortable. She’d often give me the silent treatment as a kid, until I dropped whatever it was we were talking about. Or she’d yell at me/ call me names/ whatever. Unfortunately, many of these conversations had to do with my abuse, so these hurtful things often came during times when she knew I was already vulnerable. While I believe my mother cares and has always cared, she was not able to protect me as a child, and I don’t know if I can make my peace with that. She wasn’t able to be what I needed, and that has weighed on me for most of my life now.

I’ve never really had a safe adult in my life to turn to. I don’t know if anyone can be what I need, but I know I still need it. And that’s a tricky place to be. My therapist has said I should’ve been placed in foster care, and I’ve often thought maybe my life would’ve turned out different—better, even—if I had been. Though, I suppose there’s little point dwelling on this; I will never know, and I’ll have to be okay not knowing. I just wish I had a safe “chosen family” to kind of balance out all the chaos. Like an anchor, I suppose.

I have tried to kill myself three times, the most recent of these attempts in September 2017. I regularly struggle with nightmares, suicidal thoughts, shame, guilt, anger, lying (I tell people I’m fine when I’m not, or that I’m taking better care of myself than I am), trouble focusing, and the list goes on and on. I also curse like a fucking sailor, in case you hadn’t noticed (it’s angry energy that needs a place to go... I’m not punching anybody).

So, that’s why the fuck I have PTSD.

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reviverradio · 7 years ago

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The 14 Most Visionary Sound Pictures of 2017

Set your pitchforks and delight in some of the finest 2017 had to offer you.

Since I wash off so lots of people in sharing my preferred music videos of 2016, I have decided to go a slightly different route with this year’s version. We’re all conscious of it. The whole issue with each one of these end-of-the-year lists that ranks songs, film, TV shows, etc. is that–guess what? –art is subjective and everyone has different preferences. Nobody is wrong in their opinions!

As somebody who has a very unique set of preferences, I am really conscious that what I enjoy isn’t for everybody (just ask my father). With that disclaimer in place, I’m discussing what I believe to be among the most visionary music movies of this year. Instead of rank them, the songs movies are listed in a manner that, when played with in sequence, should mash up into its own story.

When it’s their budget, theme, or moderate, these selections push boundaries in every sense of this term. Most of all, all of them highlight precisely how fascinating the music video kind could be. It’s been a difficult year for a great deal of individuals, but one positive is an extraordinary urgency apparent in art, an outpouring of voices from every portion of the world.

You may either sit back and let it ride or you can take a look at the highlights from 2017 in almost any order you would like.

Kendrick Lamar – Element.

Manager – Jonas Lindstroem & The Little Homies

This isn’t the only time you’ll visit Kendrick Lamar on this list. King Kendrick put three amazing music movies this season at Element. , DNA, and HUMBLE. , and every was fueled by gorgeous vision, Don Cheadle, or powerful social messages. Element. Introduces us with the artist at his strongest.

The juxtaposition between beauty and violence combines perfectly with Lamar’s lyrical content. In actuality, after several watches, it is difficult to separate the songs in the movie. If you think about one, you immediately think about the other, and that’s what makes this movie great. A number of these images are direct recreations of this work of Gordon Parks, the photojournalist who captured much of the Civil Rights Movement in the 1960s.

As Cassie da Costa wrote at The New Yorker back in June, “In Element. , blackness, or the dynamic existence of black bodies and the lifestyles that inhabit them, is reimagined not just lyrically and narratively but also visually. The movie’s aesthetics are not additional but, instead, essential to this activity within and significance of every scene.”

Kamasi Washington – Truth

Manager – AG Rojas

Yep, this is a lengthy one. That is no real surprise considering Kamasi Washington’s last record The Epic clocked in at almost a three hours long. This year’s launch, Harmony of a Difference, is a far simpler record to digest because of several reasons. Washington debuted his suite earlier this season at the Whitney Biennial, and because Truth acts as the record’s culmination and climax, it is only fitting that part of this installment contains this short film from celebrated music video director AG Rojas.

At just 37 minutes in length, it won’t require an eighth-of-a-day to listen to, and also its memorable theme weaves in and out through every track, directing the listener together. The exact same could be said about the above video which goes back and forth through space, time, and topic, constantly returning to a picture on which you can grasp while still keeping a sense of cosmic mystery. Kinda like Terrence Malick, wouldn’t you say?

Björk: The Gate

Manager – Andrew Thomas Huang

Just Björk being Björk.

Un Lock – Drowned Beast

Manager – Dr. D Foothead

Very few people can inform an epic work of science fiction in just under 5 minutes. Dr. D Foothead, whose function is featured on Adult Swim, is the rare exception. Having made a name for himself along with his brand of comedic, music movie psychedelia, you might dismiss his art as “trippy,” however the apt way to describe it is “characterized by hypnotic detail, hyper-saturated color and lively, flowing kind. The characters in his work navigate outer and inner worlds, experiencing conditions of mental abstraction, mystical sin, and transformation.” The pen and paperwork is, very simply, some next level shit.

In addition, this is a sterling example of how a visual artist can create a story entirely of his own from just a grain of sonic inspiration. As un Lock frontman John Dwyer stated of this animator/director, “I wrote this song largely from the studio and it had been, in my head, about the insatiable appetite of mankind, but kind of bent in this weird fantastical way.” Once Foothead got control of it, however, it appeared to change into something else completely. ” I enjoy working with Dr. Foothead,” Dwyer continuing. “Due to his take is always coming from another planet.”

Pipe-Eye – Sweets & Gamble

Manager – Alex McLaren along with Sean McAnulty

Jumping from pen and ink to stop-motion cartoon, Sweets & Treats is something along the lines of which you have probably never seen (or heard) before. Clay and candy aren’t the key tools you would usually encounter when seeing a multimedia job, but I will be damned if the mix doesn’t work perfectly for this sweet yet nightmarish clip.

St. Vincent – New York

Manager – Alex Da Corte

This one definitely takes the cake for best use of color palettes and art management. Da Corte also led St. Vincent’s music video for Los Ageless which acts as a companion piece to New York. Being a lover of Da Corte’s visual art, St. Vincent seemingly reached him out using a pitch along the lines of “do whatever it is you do this well.”

In an interview with Pitchfork, Da Corte pointed out one of the best benefits of this moderate, saying, “Moving images and moving movies, set to songs or not, are all artworks in themselves. What is really special about creating a music video is all the fact that it may be shared so quickly and so widely. Everybody can gain access to it. It is actually free.”

Courtney Barnett & Kurt Vile – Over Everything

Manager – Danny Cohen

Whereas New York shows us the possibility of vibrant color, Over Everything proves how its lack can prove just as successful. For people unfamiliar with this particular international supergroup, Kurt Vile, an American rock staple, and Courtney Barnett, an up and coming Australian celebrity, found their music preferences aligned so closely that they needed to come from across the world to collaborate on a record together.

In Over Everything, we get a glimpse of just how similar these two are as they swap verses. The actual stars of this movie, but are the artists’ respective backdrops. Danny Cohen took the movie in Philadelphia and Melbourne, sourcing a new team from every city. His excruciatingly close attention to detail has been observed with every mirroring background. No matter how stark the contrast is between our two society’s cultures, the settings show how music is able to bridge the gap. Particular kudos to the place scout, a hat that I can only envision Cohen wore as well.

Manchester Orchestra – The Sunshine

Manager – DANIELS

The DANIELS are always a divisive directing duo, but I am firmly on the side of “I’ll like these men put out since they truly don’t give a f***.” Both are no stranger to the art of audio movie, catching their biggest breakl using the legendary clip for Lil Jon’s Switch Down For Everything back in 2014. However, with the success of their debut feature Korean Army Man this past year, some were bound to wonder whether they had outgrown the moderate.

It appears they are at least ready to do it one more time to the man who scored their feature. Manchester Orchestra given the sonic vibes for Korean Army Man, therefore it was only reasonable to refund with a visual favor. The result is this movie for The Sunshine, which comprises a few of DANIELS’ trademark out-there humor and capacity to blend CGI oddness into seemingly normal conditions.

The Babe Rainbow – Peace Blossom Boogie

Manager – Kristofski

The Babe Rainbow is probably the closest thing to a group of traveling hippies that we have in today’s music landscape. Together with Peace Blossom Boogie, manager Kristofski masterfully captures the spirit of this group through what appears to be a Super 8 film straight out of 1964. The YouTube page also has what I believe are the most precise comment of 2017 using “I can not believe these folks exist.” Everybody in Australia is seemingly beautiful, forcing double-decker buses to bright areas where they could frolic the afternoon off. Seems like an alright life.

Jay-Z – Moonlight

Manager – Alan Yang

JAY-Z came out with his new record 4:44 this season and with the launch came the opportunity to bend some TIDAL muscle. Many of the music movies he dropped were initially only available to see on TIDAL for a lengthy window following their premiere. This, obviously, was utilized as an incentive for people to sign up for the streaming support. If that money has been used to fuel the creation of movies like Moonlight, then I’m all for it.

The hype around this audio video was certainly real. A reboot of Friends starring some of the freshest African-American confronts in Hollywood and led by Master of None co-creator Alan Yang? Who wouldn’t wish to see what that looks like? The result is an allegory that’s more melancholy than funny, more short film than audio video. It has to’ve generated a great deal of new subscribers for HOV.

Young Thug – Wyclef Jean

Manager – Pomp&Clout

You do the best with what you got, and this movie illustrates that.

Tyler, The Creator – Who’s Dat Boy

Manager – Tyler, The Creator

Tyler, The Creator is one of those rare few who can do it all. At just twenty-six years old, he’s been, well, producing, because the beginning of the Odd Future move back in 2008/2009. That includes everything from several albums to multiple TV shows, his own clothing line, and music festivals.

This year’s release Flower Boy was clearly a significant step forward for this artist. Previously criticized for leaning too heavily on sophomoric humor, Tyler, The Creator’s movie for Who’s Dat Boy is the consequence of many years of satisfying his irreverent, damaging style. He’s unleashed his private struggles with identity out to the world, and when it is too dreadful for some to witness, then so be it.

Ty Segall – Split a Guitar

Manager – Matt Yoka

Many guitars were hurt in the making of the film. The great Matt Yoka strikes using his kaleidoscopic music movie for Ty Segall’s Split a Guitar. If you’re a lover of this rock-and-roll, there’s nothing quite as satisfying as watching guitars being obliterated to smithereens, particularly if Jack Black, Henry Rollins and Fred Armisen would be those accountable for their own destruction.

The thing to note here is that none of all these explosions were set together in post with VFX. They are all the practical work of the pyrotechnicians at Court Wizard, and also this movie simply wouldn’t be the same if the consequences were not completed on set. Do not worry, there has been a set medic in place to ensure nobody got hurt. Cronenberg fans will also be Delighted to find an almost frame for frame Scanners tribute at the end.

Kendrick Lamar – HUMBLE.

Manager – Dave Meyers & The Little Homies

As I said initially, this is Kendrick’s entire year, therefore it is only fitting we feature at least 2 of the movies on this list. While Element. May be the more powerful of both, HUMBLE will wind up being the one that we most remember. It could just be the most iconic movie of 2017.

from reviverradio http://www.reviverradio.net/the-14-most-visionary-sound-pictures-of-2017/

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