#turn brightness up for best viewing!! didn't realize how dark it looked on a phone and tbh im not going back to change it lol

[quirkedupkicks]

pretty risky plan, but yeah ..

panel redraw/ode to the hero killer arc 💙 no shade version + the ref pic that saved me ->

[wornoutmouse]

Deku cursing is so hard to write. Uraraka slander, I don't really hate her but this was needed. Cunt is such a funny word.

"Zuku are you ready?!" You call out as you put on your hoop earrings. You were going to a hero gala of sorts and of course you wanted to look your best.  "I think so y/n." 

Izuku walks out from the bathroom looking absoulutely scrumptious as he rolled up his dark green cuffs that matched perfectly with your green slit dress. You lick your lips as you trail your eyes down his form groaning when you get to his feet. "Really Deku, the red converse?!" He blushes, "I feel like it's very nostalgic to wear these shoes especially when we're seeing the others."

"Yeah well go be 'nostalgic' with those green bottom church shoes I got you in the closet." You rolled your eyes before fluffing your hair as you hum your way past Midoriya's whines of displeasure. 

When you arrive it's extravagant. Paparazzi are lining the outskirts trying to get even a pinch of an interview with a hero. "Puppy, stay here I'm going to go try to find the others!" Izuku yells over the noise as he heads towards the line of limousines arriving alongside the building.

 "Miss, "H/N, can i ask you a question!" A reporter calls out to you.

Judging by her shakiness and crooked glasses, she was a juvenile reporter. Feeling bad, you decided talking to her wouldn't hurt. "Sure what would you like to know?" The reporter fumbles through her notes elegantly ignoring the hateful glares coming from her peers. "Um, w-what is your take on the recent rumors, b-between pro hero Uravity and Deku?!" 

You hold your chin in thought, as far as you knew there were no rumors surrounding the two so maybe this is a new one that just barely breached the surface. "I'm sorry you're going to have to tell me this rumor dear." The reporter blushes at the term of endearment before fumbling with her notes once again. "I uh, according to a few eye witnesses, Pro-Hero Deku and Uravity were seen together late at night multiple times alone.

You laugh out loud scaring nearby people. "Oh really, are there any photo evidence of these meetups?" Outwardly one would think you were amused but they could tell by the way the blood drained from the thing reporters face that she realized that her new career depended on her proof. The other reporters had cleared away once the senior hero's arrived so it was just the two of you minus the civilians.

The clumsy girl fumbled with her phone and borderline dropped it from her sweaty grasps as she tried to keep her cool. 

Low and behold, there was a crystal clear photo of Deku and Uraraka walking into a park with big bright smiles on their faces. "Interesting.." you mutter squeezing the phone so tightly that it bursted. You blink before shaking it's remains from your hands.

 "Sorry about that hon," you pull out a few hundreds and toss them her. "Use this to buy yourself a new one." The reporter nods weakly and walks away clutching at her chest.

"Y/N!" Izuku calls out to you waving you over. Behind him is the rest of 1-A and next to him is....Uraraka. "Sup Bakuhoe." You say daping up Bakugo who only grunts in response. 

As you all go to walk in, Deku reaches for your hand but you quickly walk up to Shoji and start a miscellaneous conversation. "What's up four arms?" Shoji rolls his eye at you before slinging his webbed forearms around your shoulder.

From behind, Izuku purses his lips at the sight as Uraraka takes this as a chance to latch onto his and start a worthless conversation.

Inside the plaza, there are lights adorning the walls and ceilings creating a warm golden glow onto the various colors gliding across the floor as the hero's conversed below.

"Izuku honey can you go get me some wine?" You ask jutting out your bottom lip as you gesture to the table adorned with finger sandwiches and a river of chocolate. "Sure!" Izuku immediately perks up as he heads trip the table, Bakugo following close behind. 

"So...Y/N, you look nice!?" Ochako  starts up picking hesitantly at her nails. You swallow the distain and put a smile on your face once again. "How have you been Ochako, it's been a while since we've all seen each other." Momo clasped hey hands together, "It has hasn't it?! If someone would have told me hero work would be this time consuming, I would have second guessed my choices."

Todoroki shook his head, "No you wouldn't have." Suddenly pink arms wrap around your shoulders in a tight embrace, "Y/N!!! Heya g-friend!" You giggle as you feel a chin rub the top of your head. "Mimi you gon mess up my hair!" 

Mina laughs as she comes into your view, her vibrant pink skin blending with her red dress. "I see you girl, matching with your husband!" You tease watching her pink hue turn darker. "Your one to talk! Where's Katsuki anyways?" Your point to the wine table, shaking your head as Mina struts off. 

Moments later, Izuku walks over with two glasses of a clear alcohol. "So Y/N, anything new come up recently?" Ochaco asked poking at a small piece of cake settled on her plate. You gingerly take your glass from Izuku as he sits down next to you. "No I have not, why is there anything you'd like to share?" You stare at Ochaco over the rim of your glass as you sip.

Uraraka's eyebrow twitches slightly as she plasters on a tight smile. "No, not at all." 

From the corner of your eye you see Bakugo shift in his seat as the subtle hostility in the air gets thicker. "Aye nerd, come over here, I need to talk to you about something." Deku places his glass down and stands up oblivious of the situation as always.

"Is it hot in here or is it just me?" Momo asked glancing from the two of you. "You know Y/N, usually in this stage of life, one would settle down with their��highschool sweetheart?" You bite the inside of your cheek at the comment. "Oh Uraraka you're so funny, just because Kaminari and Jiro are married doesn't mean we need to add well!" Momo chuckles softly. Under the desk you could feel her leg tapping rapidly from nerves. 

You down the rest of your drink and release your curled hair from it's bobby pins before turning to Ochaco. "Look sis, if you got something to say, say it." Uraraka giggles playfully, "All I'm saying is it's very strange that Deku seems to have so much free time that he's able to spend a lot of it with me all the while he had a.. loving(?) Girlfriend at home."

Shoji tensed in his seat and tried to make himself look smaller which was in no way an easy feat.

You clench the table sheet in your hands. "Is it getting darker in here?" Todoroki asked as he watched the small shadows in the room grow in size. "So, Uravity, what are you two doing during your alone time since you seem to have something to say?"

Ochaco smirked as her brown eyes darkened, "Oh a few things, but I don't think any of them are appropriate to discuss in a public place like this. Maybe it is where your from but not in Japan." 

Momo squeeked, "Uraraka that's so rude! Y/N you know she's only jesting, Deku would never do something like that"

The room had darkened considerably and the other guest had finally took noticed  including Deku and Bakugo who were talking in the most well lit part of the room. "It's about time she reacted." Bakugo said as Deku quickly shuffled back towards the table.

"Puppy?" You breathe shallowly glaring at Ochaco who gave you one last look before putting on a scared face. "Deku, I don't know what happened, she's freaking me out!" Izuku places a hesitant hand on your shoulder, "Y/N what happened." You close your eyes and stand up, "It's nothing, I think I'm ready to go home." 

You head to the car with anger in your heart as Izuku stays back to pay respect to the others. From any onlooker, you would think the end was near from the way shadows seemed to come out from the darkness and wrap around you as you headed towards the car. "Okay Y/N calm down." You say to yourself as you take out your keys. 

"Puppy." Izuku mumbles sliding his hands around your waist, gently burying his face into your neck. "What's wrong?" You grunt shrugging your shoulders, "Get off." Deku releases you after placing a gentle kiss on your shoulder. "You can't avoid me."

You both get into the car and sit in silence as he drove. "What have you been doing with Uraraka?!" You say staring ahead. "What do you mean?" 

"Why are there pictures of your an Ochaco floating around in less than appropriate places?!" Izuku glances at you and sighed, "Nothing puppy, Uraraka has just been asking to spar with me."

"Then why didn't you tell me?!" You yelled slightly making Deku swerve a bit. "I...I didn't think it was important?" Your roll your eyes, "You had me clueless and stupid." Was all you said before you got out the car. Deku got out to follow you but his phone suddenly rang, "Who is that Ochaco? Go ahead and answer since you have so much time for her." 

"Puppy it's not like that!" You slam the door in his face and head to the room.

Moments later Deku walks in  but you ignore him. "Puppy?" You remain silent "Puppy I'm sorry for not telling you, I didn't think you'd care." You whine into the sheets turning your head away. 

"That was Momo, she told me what happened. It's not true…what Uraraka said" 

You didn't reply but you lifted your head to look at him "I'm not speaking to you." His eyebrows furrowed as he walks behind you. 

*Thwap!*

You lurch forward as a hand comes to grab your ass cheek. "Huh?" Deku crawls up and straddles your thighs while gently massaging your lower back. "Want me to make it up to you puppy?" Izuku asked, kissing the back of your neck sucking lightly. "You looked so good at the party that I was jealous." You moan softly as teeth sink into your neck, "You let Shoji touch you but not me? That hurt puppy." 

A soft hand trails up the expanse of your leg where your dress split open. "Zuku?" You feel something hard press into the curve of your ass. "I wanna make you feel good puppy, forget about the rumors."

You find yourself turning around with Deku settled in between your opened legs. Your dress had rode up your legs so Izuku took this as an opportunity to press kisses to your lower stomach and naval. You huff Izuku pressed kisses on your face, "Will you forgive me?" Two hands take hold on your thighs and pull you forward. "Or will I have to make you?"

Deku kisses you, accidently clinking your teeth together making you grunt. You trail your fingers through his hair drinking his moans with your mouth. You pull Izuku further into the bed as you switch positions opting to straddle him instead. "I wanna be on top."

Deku licked his lips as he gazed hungrily at your breasts. You pull the dress over yourself sighing as your chest fall out, bra-less. "Y-You were walking around in nothing Puppy!?" Deku asked, face flushed as he took in all the bare skin displayed in front of him. "Well I was thinking of doing something naughty while we were at the party anyways." You reply, looking at Deku with lidded eyes as you played with your hardened nipples.

Izuku leaned forward and took your nipple into his mouth sucking lightly on your bud making you toss your head back. "Your so perverted puppy."

By now Deku was extremely hard as you rocked yourself back on his unclothed length, when that happened, you have no clue.. "Sit in my cock puppy, I need you so bad!" 

You reach behind yourself and grab Izuku's dick, positioning it below yourself. Izuku moans softly as you side down slowly making him sheath snuggly inside of you. It took all l the strength in his body not to thrust completely inside of you.

You rock slowly trying to adjust to the feeling of fullness. Izuku may be shy in the streets but the length of his dick was not. "You're so fucking warm." He growled, wrapping his arms around your waist before thrusting once, pushing the rest of himself inside of you. You whine as your nails unapologetically scratch the curve of Izuku's back.

Contrary to popular belief, Deku was a slut for pain and the feeling of your nails breaking through his skin only edged him more as he suckled dark bruises onto your right breast praying you'd adjust soon. He trails his hands down your sides before coming back to grip your ass in-between his hands.

You trail your hands down your stomach and rub soothing circles into your clit. Izuku watches closely as your face contorted from pleasure while you made yourself feel good. Each flick of your fingers made your cunt clench on his dick as it twitched inside you.

Izuku rolls his hips purposefully up into you, making your breath hitch as it slowly exits your body before slamming back in. 

Soon you'ry both breathing heavily and Izuku is using his full quirkless strength to lift you up and slam you back down on his cock. "Fuck you feel to damn good!" You wrap your arms around his shoulders as your body bursts with pleasure. "I'm gonna cum, make me cum Izuku!"

Deku lays back a bit and watches your boobs bounce with the force of his thrusts. "You gonna cum? Then cum puppy!" You arch your back as Izuku's thrust turned frantic and rhythmless. The sound of his balls hitting your ass was hilarious yet sexy as his fingertips would briefly light up with green sparks, shocking your nerves every time. 

The room was filled with a series of 'fucks' and 'so close' as you used your little bit of strength to bounce on his cock. You trembled from the overstimulation as Izuku cums inside of you, filling you up so much that you could feel it deep inside your womb.

You roll off of Deku and he immediately pulls you towards him in a loving embrace. "M'sorry for not telling you Y/N, i won't do it again, promise." He mumbled into your hair which had miraculously survived your seat inducing activities. To your left, Deku's phone rings and the name Ochaco flashes before you. Izuku was already snoring softly behind you so seeing this as an opportunity, your answer it.

"Hello? Deku?" You hum softly as to not give away your identity. "How did it go with Y/N? I feel so sorry that she embarrassed you in front of everyone like that… You know if you ever want to talk about it, my door is always open." 

You growled and opened your mouth to tell her off but a hand, soft but firmly, removes the phone from your hand. "Uraraka, I think it's best if we maintain a professional relationship from now on." From the other line you could faintly hear sputtered responses, "What do you mean, I-I was just trying to help and-" Izuku gently grips the bridge of his nose, "Shut up and don't lie to me, I don't want you near me or my family, now excuse me while I cuddle with my freshly fucked wife." 

You slap your hands over your mouth in shock and laughter as Izuku hangs up the phone without further response. Izuku smiled softly before rolling over on top of you, "Oh, you're not off the hook yet puppy, keep laughing and I'll put that mouth of yours to use next.

[monsoonblooms12]

Eumoiriety (Ethan x f!MC)

Summary: Four Years of Pooja Sharma's Birthday, from her first year as an Intern to her first year as an Attending.

Eumoiriety: Happiness due to state of innocence and purity💕

A/N: It's my baby's birthday and I went overboard. This is purely self indulgent and since I have zero to negative self control, this turned out way longer than I expected it to. Anyway, I hope you still like it💙

Pairing: Ethan Ramsey X f!MC (Pooja Sharma)

Word Count: around 3.7K (I am sorry!)

Rating: General

Category: A bit angst, A bit fluff

Warnings: None that I saw.

Prompts: @choicesaugustchallenge Day 29 - Birthday

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Intern Year:

She walks barefoot on the green floor as the dews clinging to grass tips, soothe her like the cold breeze on a summer day.

A few golden rays filter through the canopy that acts as a barrier to the shining sun overhead. When they fall on the grass, the view looks like gold intermixed with emerald.

She wears a white gown, which flutters behind her, as her heart dances with the bees going flower to flower to get their prize of nectar in return for their favour of pollinating them.

There is a calm spreading through her soul, an ease, a slow infusion of tranquillity with her heart beats.

A swish makes her turn. Her eyes capture a silhouette, drifting farther and farther, as if taking her calm along with it.

It's replaced by restlessness.

There is a cajole, a whispered cajole, that urges her feet to run, her mind to think, her heart to wonder.

She follows. One step, and another.

The scene changes.

There are no more trees, no more green with the sun's shine.

At a distance, the waves crash on the sandy shore, their meet with their shore echoing in the silent surroundings.

She looks around and sees it.

The silhouette, now apparent that it was a man, standing with his back to her. He looks unbothered. As if he stole her peace and gave her his unrest in return.

She tries to walk slowly towards, footsteps imprinting on the sand, but the distance never seems to lessen or end.

She tries running, but to no avail.

The waves continue crashing, the footprints continue to get imprinted and the man continues to remain still and silent.

The only change has been in the sky, which is now leaden, dark with humongous clouds.

The thunder begins to cackle.

Once, Twice, Thrice.

She closes her ears with her hands, eyes shut to reduce the impact of the thunderous noise reverberating through every single one of her bones. But the roar keeps getting louder and louder until...

Her eyes snap open, but the echo from her sweven doesn't leave her. She turns around to find her phone ringing, straining her eyes with incredulous bright light (that she forgot to dim). The caller ID is barely registered, but the voice gives away the identity.

It's her sister.

With a flash, all the haze from the peculiar dream gets lost and bubbly happiness takes up the emptied space.

It's their birthday.

The first one since she came here. She had been so busy unknotting the twisted knots of circumstances in which she found herself tangled, that she had forgotten about the once unforgettable occasion of her life.

Maybe she has really lost that childhood she held on so tightly to, she thinks.

But not without a hope. Of a chance to get it back.

Maybe differently.

But the want to relive those carefree days, where the colour of pens you get as gifts, and the decision of who gets the piece of cake with the chocolate masterpiece on it were the only things that held importance. All other worldly, societal woes were secondary, trivial, uncared for.

She wishes her sister and she wishes her back.

3..2..1.. Happy Birthday! To Us!

They scream-whisper together, carrying on the years' long tradition.

The only thing different? They were on their cellulars, ecospheres apart, instead of snuggling and shouting together, and annoying their brother for an entire day.

Subconsciously, a tee-hee escapes her. Thinking about her brother, she takes a look at the clock. Correct 12:03 am on 12th August. If she knows him, he is probably counting the seconds.

At 12:05 am to the dot, another shrill echoes through the silent apartment. Her guess is correct.

On the other side of the screen, sits Idhayan arranging the cake so that Pooja can see the eloquent buttercream designs he has hand made on it.

In the background, there is a blurry motion. It turns out to be Alekhya.

She jumps onto the couch beside their brother, putting an end to his steady concentration.

He makes an irritated face, while she laughs.

And Pooja just watches, giggling alone.

The pang in her chest reminds her, once & once more, about just how much she misses them.

How empty, monochromatic her life is, with all these miles between them.

For the past year, every time any event took a turn for the worse, broke her, or hurt her, she wanted to go back to her safe haven.

The place where the chronicles of her life begun.

Many times, she had found herself convinced (by others as well as her self doubting mind) that she didn't belong here. That she didn't have the calibre, the skills to strive in this fight of dogs, in this race of horses where she felt like a donkey.

Or maybe a snail.

She dreamed of sleeping in her mother's lap when she first found herself in the crossroads of feelings and reason. Making her muddled head clear with words that never crossed the barrier between dream and reality.

When Mrs Martinez died, she imagined herself sitting on the swing, her brother's comfort brownies reduced to messy crumbs, as she let the mountain winds take away the burden of dread that pressed upon her heart.

And the day when Landry's backstab became eminent? She visualized her sister ripping him down, shredding him with knives of words because that's what he deserved.

She knew her father would have made them both coffee like he always did when he came home during breaks from piloting. He would have said a mere few words, which would have been enough for her to see the path ahead.

The mini virtual celebration ends, and the silence settles again. Tendrils of sleep come and go, but never stay.

She is left alone with her thoughts and worries, and a fear of the unknown which is hidden by the curtains of the future.

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The day passes like a swift blowing wind in a desert.

It's quiet, too quiet.

And probably for the first time in her life, she adores it. To be away from the hustle of a celebration, which would have been a noise in the cacophony, given the situation.

To get a period of silence for her thoughts to drift away, to think about the unknown, to predict a make or break.

The pages are turned swiftly by her fingers, one of which is clad with a minimal gold ring, another old ritual of hers.

The library harbours the overworked interns, who are now pushing the boundaries of time to find a way to help their friend out.

Their tired eyes pain with the lack of sleep, coffee fuelling through their veins, and mind engrossed in picking up any clue, any line, any tip that could be supportive for them.

Hours pass, no-one utters a word. Pens run on empty notebooks, hands managing to create only messy scribbles. Black and Blue fill the white as if it never existed.

The clock strikes the end hour.

They all get up.

They go home together, for discussions and relaxation.

At the doorstep, everyone enters before her, while she stands still, too engulfed in worries to notice the happenings.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

Confetti pops, her reverie is broken.

The smile shines like a jewel in a priceless necklace.

The arrangements are minimal, just champagne, cake and friends, but that's more than enough for her. To make her forget the dark fog of pessimism.

Maybe there is hope left.

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Second Year:

12th August.

The day that is drifting closer by the minute.

It has always been Alekhya's birthday for her.

On her phone, In her diary, In her mind.

People might regard it as a beautiful flaw of her nature, the flaw of always placing others before herself.

But to her, the instinct seemed natural, obvious. She had never delved into the whys, and she doesn't want to begin now.

For Alekhya, the circumstances became vice-versa.

And this was the beauty of their bond.

Strong, Pure and Selfless.

They never seem to realize that, though.

They hold onto the strings of simplicity, of sweet uncomplexity. And that is what helps them to bridge the gap between siblings and best friends.

After the tumultuous year, that very much resembled the completion of a voyage through the rough Indian Ocean, where storms ravage through days and endless nights, thunders crack, and waves that scale the heights between the ocean and sky to become mountains of water, crash on the feeble pieces of wood barely held together in the form of a boat, coming back to her origin, her hometown is a necessity.

Especially for her to find that normalcy again.

She survived.

Even though she fell, almost drowned, gasped for a breath more times she could count and nearly accepted her fate.

Until that is, the pale faces of the ones she holds close, the endless stream of tears that scale their cheeks, their breaking hearts, came to haunt her in her reverie and prevented her from closing her eyes & from letting that almost undetectable beat of heart stop.

The wishes from last year come back to her. This time, it wasn't virtual anymore. This time, it wasn't just painted in pixels, but written in buttercream letters, one which she could taste.

This time, the hugs weren't just virtual. They were very real, and very needed.

As she sits amidst the bushes of phenomenal florals, she lets her mind project in vivid colours, the extremities of the last year.

Her heart, breaking into tiny glass pieces, not perceived by the eye but sharp enough to draw blood.

The fear of losing and letting so many others lose along.

The coming close and going away, almost kisses and slide of unassuming hands, those which could easily be perceived as a mistake, but were anything but.

Competing in a nameless competition and almost dying in the process.

Getting the lost love back. Slowly, Gradually. (even if it felt too early to call it that)

And then... Her mind stops as the playful tunes start emanating out along with florescent light from the cellular, and the face of the one who has been a regular image of the thoughts that lull her to sleep.

On the other side, his voice is soft.

She can visualize him in the Diagnostics Office, leaning back on his chair.

Most probably on a break.

The new day hasn't even started for him, yet he remembers that it has, for her.

Their talks are interspersed with comfortable silence. For them, just the knowledge that the person on the other side is still there with them is enough.

All through the conversation, she waits.

In a hope that the irrelevant and unimportant date is written in faded letters somewhere in that brilliant mind of his.

As the line approaches its end, talks slowly halt, she feels a faint pang of sadness.

Maybe he doesn't remember it after all.

She bids her farewell, and as his finger hovers close to the end call button, she hears it.

Crystal Clear but still seeming unreal.

Happy Birthday, Pooja.

Her thanks are intermixed with a light giggle, unable to hold back the pleasure that erupts within her, along with the flutter called butterflies in her stomach.

Maybe there is always hope left, after all.

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Last year of Residence:

There have been countless moments when she has asked the time to wait, to slow its rushing footsteps that leave no mark behind.

Sometimes it's a beg, while in other vespertine hours, it's a mindless murmur.

This moment is one of them.

When a handful of sand is slowly released on a windy day, the swooshes and swishes carry them away, farther and farther, leave them with no choice but to fly along.

The minutes were being carried away by the same current, where they had no choice but to pass.

No one had the power to hold it, not even the mighties, the richest, the most supreme.

The conditions now extensively mimic the conditions during her first year.

Just this time, it was textbooks on internal medicine and medical procedure instead of ethics.

The wishes that day are hushed, the minimal party comprising of cupcakes and mug cakes and the gang, christened "The Invincibles" after they successfully tackle one hurdle and another but remain strong and together, in their PJs.

It must be one of the first nights since who knows how long when they spent their time doing an activity that doesn't involve colour coded tabs and complicated biological drawings.

And even though some of them make faux complaints about the wasted time, they all needed this break more than they could express.

The morning sun rays filter through the white curtains guarding the windows way too fast, making them unable to pinpoint the exact moment when the black of the night ceased to exist, when the sky became melanocrysus and when the golden took over the entire stretch.

A single text message pushes her to drop the blanket of laziness, the cocoon she inhabited. Getting up and placing a smile has never been as easy as it was now.

Come Over

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The condo is inhabited by a stark silence when she reaches there.

She knocks. The click of the doorknob on the other side is almost instantaneous.

His hand wraps around her waist like a reflex deeply etched in his encephalon. For the first time in forever, their kisses are not chaste. Or momentary.

When he whispers a happy birthday wish against her forehead, that's what she would call intimacy.

The purity of the action touches her heart and makes it swell, with an emotion that she predicts will not remain unnamed any longer.

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First-year as an attending:

The celebratory vibes are in the air today.

Her stride is confident, heels playing a mellow harmony on the shining floors.

No one doesn't recognize her.

The intern who nearly lost her license to the Head of Diagnostics team, it was a journey that had thrown her off-road a million times.

Sometimes the barriers were pinpricks leaving no marks, and sometimes they were boulders crushing her.

And sometimes, one of these on-lookers would tear down her faith by stabbing her from the back, the cowardice of their soul, being mirrored in the blades of those knives of betrayal.

And yet she stands strong, her resolve unperturbed, as she faces the demons, those of others and those of her own.

It's a fight she has been learning to fight since she was eleven.

To curtain her tears with a glow in eyes, to hide the broken heart behind pretty lies. And just like practice makes one perfect, she has almost perfected the art of having to hide the real her inside.

As she passes the numerous congregations, amalgamations of patients and staff, she is greeted by wishes from old acquaintances whose kindness is apparent in their smile and by wishes of employed enemies, whose disinterest or sometimes blatant hate is too, completely apparent in their voice.

But they are not the ones she is worried about.

Interspersed between these two extremities are people who speak kind and in flattery lines with a sword behind their back.

Those who know how to hide their true intentions in the modulations of voice.

Every time she hears a wish where nothing is apparent, her heart stops for a while.

Strings of thought muddle her head and she tries to figure out the reality behind their words.

Sometimes she succeeds, sometimes she fails.

And sometimes she faces vehement opposition of her tired nerves who ask her to stop caring about those who are passing by.

But she never stops.

Her legs carry her to the Diagnostics office.

Her Office.

The swell of pride, of a fulfilment she last felt when she got into Edenbrook, make her head light.

She tries to stop but gives up the efforts soon.

If she has realized something through the twists of lawsuits and turns of almost dying, it is that if you keep waiting for the turns of the clock to approach a "right moment" for a chance to celebrate, you will probably keep waiting your entire life until your breath is being taken away and all that is left are regrets and missed opportunities of happiness.

So she twirls like a princess in her imaginary ball gown, beaming with satisfaction, and taking pride in giving herself the give of success.

Of making her loved ones and herself proud.

She gets so carried away in the train of thoughts, in which one bougie is connected by another, and one more, that she doesn't notice the person who preoccupies the room.

The halt is so sudden, that she almost tumbles upon the man. Almost.

She manages to get hold of herself, her hand on his back.

He turns, eyes meet.

If someone would have asked her what is cosmic, she would have said "The melt of glowing ambers into ice blue." Sure, she has looked into them more times than she can count or recollect. But every time their orbs meet, the reactions the action produces, she can only give the word seraphic to it.

When Ethan left for Amazon, she would often wonder why is she still keeping the lamp of hope alive. His absquatulation broke her, acted like a spark to her over-thinking mind. She would lie on her bed, eyes tracing the same lines on the ceiling above her over and over again, thinking just what she did wrong. She never reached the end of the path though, never really achieved the answer, even after meandering through a hundred courses of thoughts.

But now, she thanks her old self for living through it all. For not letting that lamp extinguish. For keeping it safe in a little corner of the labyrinths of her heart. Wordlessly, she hugs him, the plethora of emotions becoming quite too much to be expressed in minute syllables.

His whisper next to her ears, the innocently simplistic words induce a shiver in her spine.

But the last word.

4 letters, 1 word.

It hangs in the air like a diamond necklace around a maiden's neck. Like a tiny pendant that shines brighter than all elaborate jewels, all lengthy anecdotes.

It's enough, more than enough for her.

And as their smiles slowly spread like the slow rise of the golden sun, gently letting the rays spread through the humble earth. And those smiles, they shine together, brighter than the Sirius.

Happy Birthday, Love.

-------

Her casual gown, bearing floral patterns, flutters along with the soft grass, she feels a sense of wonder. Whether at the shimmering moon, the stardust spread through the stretch in the woods, or at the simplicity of her surroundings, she does not know.

Her unassuming footsteps walk slow, observant of her surroundings. After walking down the trail, she stops at the clearance.

At a distance, something shines under the silver moonbeams. Her mind beckons her to return back, but her intuition asks her to move on. She listens to the latter's plea.

A small cuboidal box and a bunch of white tulips lay peacefully out of place. She usually would have left it, just in case it was a trap.

But this time curiosity overtook reason and she picks the bouquet up. A small note amidst her favourite flowers.

I love you

No name. No initials. But she knew exactly who had written it. Not because he was the one who asked her to come here, in the heaven hidden amidst the chaos, but because those flourishes of his fanciful lettering would never escape her notice. Even if the only source of luminance was distant fairy lights on trees and the faint moonbeams.

Her eyes travel away from the articles. At a distance, the silhouette stands. The same silhouette from her sweven. But this time, there is no restlessness, no rush, no tension in the air. No thunder cackles and no waves crash. This time the silhouette waits for her, unlike the last time when it was her waiting for him.

He turns, only the shine of his orbs visible. And the shadow of the gorgeous smile that dances on his lips. The last time, his stone mask was too heavy, too powerful for any of them to break or move.

But this time? This time, the mask has fallen off, it has met the end of its existence.

He comes closer, the shadow now a clear image. He goes and picks up the cuboid and hands it to her.

"Open it" He whispers in a soft voice, that disappears as soon as it appears.

She takes it and opens it, as per his words. Everything is perfect and normal.

Except for the space in the middle.

Something sparkles, in silver lustre. Her first instinct is, Diamond? She decided to pick it up

It's a key.

She looks up to him, bewildered. Is it what she thinks it is?

Move-in with me?

She places the box of chocolates down, the key held tight in her fist.

And then she kisses him.

She doesn't have to speak a word, but he understands. After all, why would two intertwined hearts need verbal responses to know what the other one feels?

Only his home, can fill the brick walls of his house with love, and make it a home.

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They both lay side by side on the lush grass, hands intertwined, hearts beating in unison, silence filling their souls like air fills their lungs.

They look at the stars and the moon. Or more appropriately, the gaze at the starry screen, but the mind plays significant moments from their time together.

Pooja's mind however thinks about the four of her birthdays since she set foot in Boston. The mundane softness of them, contrasting all the birthdays she has had in the rest of her years.

The photo frame of the interns from the first year. The group video call, her life from the second year. The PJ party from the third year. And the key from the fourth.

They are puzzle pieces of the saga of her life, the absence of friends from early years, the gap, the void now filled.

And after years of searching, she thinks she has finally found it. Hidden in the normality, the simplicity, the mundanity of life.

Happiness.

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[vanillann]

the red dress incident (edmund pevensie x f.reader)

it’s not in this request but they ask for #38!!! thank you for the request!! also kinda a modern au! also everyone is aged up but their is a bit of underage drinking.

warning: underaged drinking, creepy dude, the word hot used a lot, kinda ish slut shamming( DO YOU BEAUTIFUL), super long and i believe that’s all

“Lucy I don’t think this party is a good idea,” Susan stated from her spot on Lucy's bed.

Lucy stood in her closet, her finger tapping her chin. I laid across the floor of Lucy bedroom, a Rubik's cube in my hand.

“I kind of agree with Susan, we barely know the dude throwing it.”

Lucy shrugged and pulled a red dress from her closet, landing a top of my face.

“Here’s your dress (Y/N),” Lucy then pulled out a pale yellow dress, laying it on the bed with her all white tennis shoes.

“Thanks for that.”

I stood up, sitting beside Susan on the bed overlooking the outfit.

“Very Lucy.”

Susan nodded her head and looked over at me.

“Makes sense.”

“I can't help it. I don't like dark colors and leather jackets like you (Y/N).”

I shrugged and fell on my back, letting her soft blankets overtake me.

“Hey Lucy have you seen-”

I looked up to see Edmund standing in the doorway, his arms crossed.

“Why is she here?”

I rolled my eyes and looked up at Lucy's ceiling.

“I live next door and your little sister is my best friend, now please stop asking dumb questions.”

Edmund sighed turning back to look at Lucy.

“Why are you friends with her again?”

“Why are you in my room again?”

Edmund kicked off the doorframe, walking into the room completely. He picked up my red dress from the floor.

“Who's this?”

I waved my hand, giving him a deadpan look. He simply rolled his eyes and threw it at me. He then got on all four, looking under Lucy's bed.

“I left my wallet in her last night, have you seen it?”

Lucy walked to her dresser, pulling a leather wallet from her top drawer. He looked over at the wallet, standing up to grab it. Once he got close to her, she moved the wallet behind her back.

“You get it back once you apologize to (Y/N).”

I sat up, the wicked smile crossed my face in seconds.

“Lucy, that would be like Jesus apologizing to the devil.”

“I’m the devil in this, right?”

Edmund looked over his shoulder at me, his death glare better than it used to be as a kid. He gave me the middle finger looking back at Lucy.

“Why should I apologize to the girl who is a bad influence on my baby sister?”

Susan looked up at him, her face shocked. A stern “Edmund” fell from her lips but that didn’t stop anything.

“Bad influence?” I stood up from the soft pink bed, the sneaker gliding across the floor to Edmund.

“Yeah a bad influence, I mean look at this dress.”

He pushed past my shoulder, picking up the silk material from the bed with one finger, like it was going to bite him.

“I happen to like that dress,” Lucy pointed a finger at her brother. Susan grabbed the dress from his finger, holding to her chest.

“You’re mad that you know your sister is living to the fullest and you're stuck at home cranky all the time.”

I took a single step closer to him.

“I don’t think sleeping around is living life to the fullest.”

Edmund did the same as I did seconds ago, the room beside us felt like miles.

“At least people want to sleep with me.”

I took another step closer to him, noticing the small hit of hazel in his eyes now.

“Only cause that dress.”

He took a step closer while pointing to the dress Susan still held. Our noses were almost touched with how close we were. The anger breaths made the air around us both feel hot and steamy.

“You just hate to admit that this dress would look hot on me.”

“Trust me, I don’t think much can look good on you.”

I looked up at this wicked smile, the confidence I had moments ago gone. The anger bubbled inside of me.

“I'll finish getting ready for the party at my place Lucy, see you at 10.”

I moved to look over at Susan, a sad smile across her face.

“I think you’re very beautiful (Y/N),” Susan whispered as I took the dress gently from her hands.

“I know Susan, but you’re the hot one around here.” I gave a dramatic wink and left the room, waving to Lucy as I left.

*

The red silk dress hung from my waist, the leather jacket around me keeping me warm. The black combat boots made me feel empowered, but Edmund's angry face had me grabbing another drink from the cooler.

“Don’t listen to my brother, he’s just angry like he always is.”

Lucy held a water to her lips, trying to stay somewhat sober.

“Is your boyfriend here yet?”

Lucy looked at me, shaking her head and looking down at her phone.

“He’s in the bathroom, he’ll be out in a minute.”

I nodded my head, downing the rest of the drink in my hand.

“Three down, many more to go.”

*

Edmund sat in his room, watching the weird medieval drama play out across the TV.

The character came down the stairs in a bright red dress, Edmund looked away from the TV as he realized the color similarities from your dress.

The sight of your hurt face was on his brain since you walked out of Lucy's room earlier.

Suddenly his phone rang, he jumped so high in the sky he was surprised he didn’t fall off the bed.

The unknown number flashed across his phone, the confusion kicked in. He slowly answered, a quiet hello fell past his lips.

“I look so hot right now.”

Slurred speech took over the other line, (Y/N) voice could barely be heard over the loud music.

“(Y/N)?”

“Yes King Edmund, King of Opinions,” she gave a small giggle before a loud ‘off’ echoed throughout the phone line.

Edmund jumped up, now completely sitting up.

The sound of shuffling and groans were all he heard before (Y/N) yelled “Another please”, Edmund immediately jumped from his bed and ran into Lucy's room.

The small piece of paper with the address of the party sat on her desk table, just like Peter made her promise to do.

“I’m coming right now, stop drinking please.”

Edmund quickly hung up and grabbed his keys. The panic flooded him as he drove the 10 minute to the crowded party.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, (Y/N) stood on the porch with a small man standing beside her.

He touched her shoulder, to which he pushed away.

“I’m not that drunk bud.”

He finger ghosted over her shoulder again when Edmund finally reached them.

“I don't think that means do it again,” (Y/N) head snapped up, looking him over once.

“Told you, I look hot.”

(Y/N) tried to push off the wall, but fell to the porch. The guy beside went to pick her up, but Edmund quickly pushed the boy off. His anger was worse than it ever was when he was fighting with her.

He bent down and wrapped one of her arms around his shoulder.

“I got this.”

(Y/N) chuckled as he picked her up from the wooden floor.

“You wanted to see how hot I look, didn't you?”

Edmund looked at her cocky smile, her eyes completely closed.

“Why do you only ever describe yourself as hot?”

Edmund placed her in the passenger seat, closing the door and quickly running to the driver side.

“Maybe because I am.”

She shrugged and looked over at him, her eyes wide and happy.

“I always thought you were more than that.”

Edmund looked at the road ahead, knowing he could say anything since she wouldn't remember in the morning. The feelings from when he was a 15 year old boy came rushing back, the crush he had on his younger sister's best friend.

“We used to be friends, what happened?”

Edmund quickly looked back over at her, the memory of Peter dating Susan's best friend that ended horribly.

“Things got complicated.”

(Y/N) simply threw her head back, her eyes closing.

Edmund's house came into view, relief flooding his head. Without thinking Edmund passed the drunk girl driveway, pulling right into his.

Once parked,Edmund moved to grab her, the cute little smile spread across her face

“I like complicated things.”

Edmund sighed, quickly picking the girl up and walking into the house. He passed every room, heading up the stairs to his room. The same drama was still on from when he left.

He placed her on the bed, watching as she curled into his blanket.

He took his phone out his pocket, sending Lucy a quick text about you.

Suddenly a leg came in contact with the back of his own, his body went tumbling to the ground.

Soft giggles and sorry could be heard above him. He groaned, getting off his hardwood floor.

“I didn’t mean to hurt you, sorry.”

Edmund stood up completely, dusting off fake dirt.

“It’s fine, just my floor.”

“I meant every time I said mean things.”

He looked over at her, her sad smile playing with his soccer themed blanket.

“I said meaner things.”

Edmund didn't wait for a replay, leaving to grab the makeup wipe Lucy uses from the bathroom.

When he came back, looked up at him and smiled. He couldn’t help the blush across his face.

“I think you fell in love with me tonight.”

Edmund shook his head as he walked closer to the girl. He dragged the makeup wipe across her soft face, dark browns and gold covered the once clean wipe.

“I didn’t fall for you, you tripped me.”

She laughed, her arms grabbing onto his biceps. He smiled at her, the nice her brought all those weird funny feelings back.

Edmund always liked nice (Y/N), but she became very rare after her car accident. With her new found anger and Edmund crush that could never happen, the fights came easy.

Suddenly (Y/N) stood from the bed and marched into Lucy's room, yelling something about “soft pj’s”, to which Edmund let her be.

He waited outside in the hallway until the door opened, she looked so out of place in a bright baby boy pj set.

Edmund wrapped an arm around her shoulder to Lucy's bed. She quickly moved from his arm and wrapped herself in the soft blankets.

Edmund turned to leave before (Y/N) grabbed his hand.

“You never told me if I looked hot.”

Edmund smiled, squeezing her hand once then letting go.

“I would use words more like stunning and gorgeous, but sure. You looked hot.”

Edmund left the room once he turned the lights off. As soon as the door closed Edmund phone dings. He fished it out his pocket to see a message from Lucy.

Lucy: Sorry about that, please remove her makeup or she will be grumpy in the morning

Edmund smirked, walking to his medieval drama playing on the TV.

[wenwenbittercake]

Hizashi x readers (mafia edition)

(This is so cute I'm crying.This is pure fluff. Sorry if you don't enjoy it.i tried my best.🙏🙏😓😓😓)

"Beep... Beep... Beep." The sound of your alarm clock woke you up like every morning. You brush your teeth, take a shower, and wear a decent cloth that make you look modest. As usual, u walk down stairs and greets everyone. Everyone in the gang respect you to the fullest. You were happy to be the lady of the house. To be treated better than anyone. This didn't make you prideful. You take responsibility of most things in the house where the man who's behind this door takes responsibility of the gang.

You stood cold in front of a large door. You are familiar of this feeling but still can't get use to it. You walk in while holding a food tray for the man who's sitting behind the desk.

His name is Shoto Aizawa. One of the most ruthless boss in Musutafu. He is known to be sharp with his decisions and a cold person. You don't think those rumors are true.

Aizawa was beside you for the longest time. He's your father's right handed before he passed away. He trusted him to the fullest and didn't think twice to give his position to Aizawa. He was pretty close to you before he became the gang leader. But he distanced from you now. You know this is because he cares about you and didn't want you to be hurt.

"Thank you." Aizawa said as you place his breakfast on the table.

"Your welcome." You put on a smile and leave.

As you were about to leave he said, "I'm going on a business trip this afternoon, so you don't need to bring dinner here."

You nodded slightly and left.

You already got use to his stone cold speeches. The only thing you won't get use to it his complements.

"Beeeep Beeeeeep" A long bus honk woke you up from your sleepy self. Today is grocery day. You go buy groceries and things that the gang wants, like tooth brushes, tooth pastes and even shampoos. You waited on the bus stop for your bus to arrive, you can see a glimpse of the blonde man from a far.

His name is Hizashi Yamada, your private security, also your friend. You smile at him and wave him to come. He looked joyful hops towards you.

"Heyyyy y/n. Haven't seen you in a while!"

"Yeaaa, it just I'm busy with the house these days." You smile and continue your chit chat. It was interrupted bye a bunch of high school students.

Hizashi was about to scold them but you hold him. Looking at the high school students, this reminds you that you've never experienced a normal high school life. You were home school by the best teacher in Musutafu. You never dated a high school boy, never had best friends. You missed out on the best moments of life. You felt suffocated sometimes, you hope this life would just end faster.

When Hizashi realized your sad he hold your hand. This shock you a bit.

"Sorry I wasn't focusing." You apologize.

"It's fine. I wanna show you something. Come." He said as he pulled your hand.

He hold your hand and run to somewhere. You felt the cold air hitting your face. It was refreshing. You finally felt something. Like happiness, comfort and freedom.

He stop, causing you to hit his back.

"We're here! Close your eyes!" He said as he closed your eyes with his palm.

"Hehehe, what is it?"

You said as he slowly walk a few steps down with you. It's like a stair?.

"I'm gonna fall, what is it?"

"We're here." He slowly open your eye. And what you see beyond is amazing. You see the whole city.

You were breathless. It's the first time you saw this view. You never know it even exist.

"Whatcha think?"

"It's.... Perfect Hizashi." You give him a smile that he would die for.

"Umm..i'm happy you liked it." You nodded in response. Hizashi blushes how happy you look. He had never seen this type of happiness in you. He wants to see more of it. He wants to spoils you with the outside world. Just to see you smile.

"You know.... I can take you to other places if you like. You can buy the groceries tmr if you want to...." He knows that he's committing a death penalty here. He knows that he will be punish for taking a daughter of a mafia boss to unsafe places are a crime. But, he just wants to make you happy.

"Yes! Pls (✪ω✪)/" He knows he can't say no to that response.

You both first go to a busy market Street, filled with street foods that she had never tried before and color full lanterns.

Hizashi laugh at your expression to different food you tried. He take out his phone and took a picture of you trying the roasted octopus. He laughed how you struggle to bite the tough octopus. 🐙🐙🐙🐙

Later he takes you to an aquarium. Also one of the biggest aquarium in Musutafu.

Your eyes light up when you saw colorful fishes. You love sea creatures since your young. You've seen it on TV but never up close. You smile and giggled at how cute the jellyfishes swim.

"What are you giggling at?" Hizashi said jokingly.

"It's just... They look so cute when they swim. Oh look at that one, it just sinks. That one look so small and cute..." Hizashi is now lost in your words, your smile, your excitement after the jellyfishes.

He loves you more than anything. His feelings for you started since he started working for you after your dad died. You were so kind, so gentle with him, no matter how many lifes he killed, no matter how much blood he is covered in, you still welcome him with open arms.

He promised this is the last place he's taking you. You pouted at him and follow. To be honest, you didn't want this to end, you still wants to see the world with Hizashi.

"I promise this is the last, and you won't regret it." Hizashi says with excitement.

You look at his face carefully now and realized a scar on his right eye. Lucky it did blinded him. You reach your arm out and rub his scar. Which makes him jump.

"Y/N! What's wrong?" His hand clenched on the steering wheel.

"Where did you got this?"

"Oh-it's just in one of the fights don't worry about it." He said so calm and gentle.

"Be careful next time, I can't get my right handed hurt all the time."

He blushed at the nick name you give. He gives a chuckle at you in response.

"Oh we are here!"

"What is this place?" You asked he takes you in to the street filled with bright lanterns.

"Today is new year. As a new year celebrating, people here sell treats and lanterns. They also have games that you probably can play.

He held your hand tight and walk through the crowd. You look around in amazement. Everything is so bright and colorful. You could never imagine you would be here with..

"Y/n I think you can play that one."

Hizashi.

"Okie"

You both try new foods and play many games. You missed the cans everytime you shoot, so Hizashi helps you out. He got it, wining an octopus plushy.

"See I told you I can get it!" Hizashi said proudly.

"Alright Mr smart pants" You said as you pinch his left arm.

"Ouch, hahahaha" You both laugh.

"Oh wait, I need to show you the surprise, what time is it?" He said as he look at his clock.

"Shit it's 11:50!" He hold your hand tightly and run towards the hill.

When both of you got on top on the hill, you both are panting.

"Sorry y/n I didn't watch the clock and..." You hold his cheeks.

"It's fine, now where's the surprise? " He blushes and take you to a little bench on the edge of the hill.

"Here," He look at his clock and smirk.

"Perfect. Now Y/N sag it with me." You both look at each other with a smile and you nodded.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! HAPPY NEW YEAR🎉🎊🎇" You both yelled it out loud. Then..

Colorful fire explodes in the dark blue sky. It's so beautiful, you usually just watched from your window but never seen it this close. You close your ear and giggled with happiness.

Hizashi was not concentrating on the fire works except, he was looking at you. Admiring you giggles and laughs. Even though it's tiring to go around the city, you make it all worthy.

You look back at his beautiful green eyes, there, you finally feel a familiar comforting feeling. The warm, cozy feeling you have felt for years. Is this love?

You felt his soft lips on yours, you first kiss! He's so gentle, it makes you melt in his kisses. You both finally split from your kiss and look at each other with love and adoration.

"I..i'm so sorry y/n, I..I just got caught in the moment, I.." You give him another soft kiss.

"It's fine. I love you too."

Is this really? Is he dreaming? Words that he wish you would say actually came out for your mouth?

"Wait Y/N are you serious?" He look so shocked and blushed it makes you giggled.

"If I weren't serious, I wouldn't kiss you again you dummy." You blushes.

He can't believe it. He was so happy he picks you up and swings you around like a doll in a 360 turn.

"Yessssss! Y/N LOVES ME!" He was yelling it out loud.

"Stop your being too loud, people might here it. " You blushes. He holds you in a bridal style and yell.

"Idc! I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU SOOO MUCH. Doesn't matter if the world hears that." You laugh at his cute behaviour and slap lightly on his chest.

"Stop" You giggled, follows by Hizashi laughs.

(This is too cute, I can help but stop writing the rest. I can't even believe my lonely ass wrote this 😭😭😭💖💞💕😭💕. I hope you all enjoy this cause I definitely do.)

[fayeimara]

Meant To Be || One For Every Billion

8. Fan Behaviour

Your impromptu group has slowly made way through the long street of vendors over the last hour, sampling different treats and picking up small trinkets and mementos of the festival.

It's been pretty exhilarating not only with the exuberant energy of the younger girls with whom Akari somehow seems to blend right into, but also the odd tension between you and Suna. He's mostly stayed by your side as you stroll behind the others, his watchful eye on his sister and her friends but you've also caught his discerning stare aimed your way many times as well.

In as little as sixty minutes, that's quite a lot of time to make eye contact with a silent and seemingly immovable companion for the night. You don't let his demeanor throw you off, however, and continue on, immovable in your own way. Which means you say what comes to mind but don't follow the urge to stumble or yammer to fill any quiet gaps in conversation.

Somehow, it works and instead of being awkward and uncomfortable, you find myself at an odd peace, even with the feeling in the air as if you're at a precipice.

You haven't felt this level of comfort and familiarity with someone since... well, since Toru, you suppose. At the thought, a prickle rushes over your skin but you shouldn't have anything to feel bad about. You're in no way committed to anyone and you're sure nothing will happen here, regardless.

"Sorry," You look over at Suna's quiet intervention to your thoughts, "I don't have a jacket on me."

You raise an eyebrow before realizing you must have shivered outwardly at your last thought, hm, you really are letting your guard down to have let a physical reaction slip through. And he really is as perceptive as you first thought to have noticed that small movement.

Looking over at his own simple yukata that suits him incredibly well, you feel the corner of your lip lift before replying, "No, but it's so worth it."

He flicks another one of those sideways looks at you, chin lifted slightly and face angled so you can't read too much of it, "Yeah? Like what you see?"

"Oh yeah." You bite down on your lip to stop your smile from breaking into a flirty grin. You really cannot stress how incredible attractive his laid back confidence is to you.

A small smile of his own breaks through and you catch it before he turns his face away to the stalls on his right. When he looks back, it's gone as if it never happened but there's a look in his eyes that makes you feel almost breathless.

You think you actually do lose your breath when he smirks and casually adds, "Me too."

"Y/n-chan! Rin-onii!" You don't get a chance to respond as Rika bounces back to you both, "We're at the end, but Akari-chan found us a perfect place for the best view for the fireworks!"

"Then lead on, brat." Suna huffs out in mock annoyance. Yeah, you've been getting slightly better at reading him over the past hour. It's a gift.

The two of you follow behind them again, heading towards one of the bridges over the river beyond the street you were just on. There are glowing paper lanterns floating in the water below, lazily passing underneath and by in groups across the length of the bridge. Strung up above you all and reflecting in the dark water are similar lanterns, casting a warm glow over your group's chosen little corner with only a few people some distance away from you all.

Even if the view of the fireworks isn't all that great from here, which you're not sure about since you don't know quite where they've been set up, this ambience is enough to make this a perfect place to rest. Suna leans his back against the railing, right beside where you've chosen to lean forward facing the other way, with your forearms resting on the wrought iron as you survey the lanterns that are carried away.

"Do you game?"

You jerk your head up at his random question, looking up at him where he's got his classic side gaze trained on you. Hm, maybe not so random as probing. You answer just as succinctly as he asked his question, "I do."

"Okay." Another smile tugs at his mouth, you're sure he knows you're being stubborn. "Your voice..."

He's baiting you but what exquisite temptation, you can't help but ask, "What about it?"

"It sounds so..." He trails off, as if lost in thought but you think he's just torturing you for your sass earlier.

You're usually patient, you swear, but.. "Suna." but, you're starting to think his patience might just outweigh yours.

"Familiar." His eyes meet yours again as soon as the word leaves his lips and you're called back to the moments you were thinking that being around him felt familiar too.

But that's not what he means is it? You wait for him to speak again and when he does, even though you're expecting his next implication, you're somehow still both surprised and flattered, "I really like your channel."

"You watch GameOverGirls?" Yeah, that's literal disbelief in your voice. You know you and Vee have a lot of followers on the channel the two of you started back in the fall, especially thanks to both your fans from other clubs and activities, but here in Japan? At least any family you have hear that know about it would make sense, they know you from the first degree. But how would Suna Rintaro have found you already?

He shrugs casually, expression unreadable when he answers, "I like your voice. And you actually know what you're talking about." Then, with a smirk, "The streams aren't too bad either."

You don't even know where to start. The audacity of this pretty boy. Now you're flattered, flustered, and somehow offended at the same time. "When did you figure it out?"

"Just now."

"Seriously?"

"I couldn't place it at first. But then I just did."

"Huh."

"Pretty sure this is where you say thank you."

"For what? Entertaining you?" You pretend to yawn with a hand to your lips and a roll of your eyes, "Talk about fan behaviour."

He tilts his head back fully to study the sky, "Guess I can't deny it, huh?"

With a laugh, you mirror his stance, turning around to lean back against the railing and tilting your head up to survey the stars. After a pause, you give him an opening, "Unless you think you can do better?"

"Well, I could have cut some serious time on that run through of Sekiro. And yeah, I'd be the one carrying you through Warzone." He pretends to grimace and you smack his arm in retaliation.

"Please, squad up and let's see who carries who."

"Okay, bet."

You're about to turn to look over at him to see if he's serious or not about his offer to join your party sometime when something streaks over the sky. You've been expecting the fireworks but when you realize what it is, you suddenly reach out to his arm with one hand and point with the other, excitedly exclaiming, "Oh my god, Suna, a shooting star! Make wish, quick!"

Then you're watching its briefly brilliant light slowly disappear, scrambling to think of your own wish without realizing you're already making one by wishing that you could enjoy more moments like this. It takes you a little bit to realize you're still lightly holding Suna's wrist and he hasn't said anything.

After another beat, once the star has completely disappeared, your eyes slip back over to meet his only to realize he's already been watching you. You're compelled to break the building tension and choose to ask, "Did you make a wish?"

The serious, piercing look in his eyes holds you in a trance as he replies, "I did."

Light blooms across his face just as he answers, sharp, bright bursts accompanied by loud booms and pops, but you can't tear your gaze away from his own immovable, captivating gaze. It's better this way, the reflection in his eyes as they echo the light cast by the fireworks.

So the two of you stand there watching each other instead of the fireworks, surrounding by the cheering of your group leaning on the railing across from you both, conveniently facing away from you to give the illusion of a private moment. One that belongs just to you and Suna.

x-x-x-x-x

The rest of the night flies by quick as you and Suna are pulled to rejoin the rest of the group shortly after your interesting moment together. You don't know what it means but what you are sure of is that you'll be replaying it over and over in your head later, unable to stop from analyzing such a poignant moment with a guy that was a complete stranger to you just hours before.

Neither of you really have the chance to explore it further either, as you're both pulled this way and that by the others for the rest of the activities. No more breathtaking moments relatively alone together, but you don't mind too much, you have to think it over after all and need a minute to catch your breath in the meantime.

Everyone writes down hopes and wishes on paper lanterns before setting them afloat to join the hundreds of other dreams that float away hopefully to a benign deity. Your group then stops at the shrine, placed at the apex of the location, to offer your respective prayers before returning to loop around to any stalls you missed.

As you're all winding down for the night, Rika asks for your socials and you happily oblige. Suna, on the other hand, manages to slip your phone out of his sister's hand as the two of you are exchanging the devices back and taps at it briefly before handing it back to you. You smirk and mouth 'fan behaviour' when you see he's added his contact info, including his twitter handle.

He just raises an unbothered eyebrow and replies out loud, "Just wait until it's you asking for my autograph. You'll thank me then."

"I won't need to thank you if you're my friend."

"But you'll still need my autograph?" He smirks at you.

You can't help but tease about something you both had discussed earlier, "Didn't you tell me you were scouted to go to school here? I'm sure I'll be wanting your name on a paper someday."

"You'll want my name, huh? At least buy me dinner first."

You blush as you realize how he twisted your words and, for once, you don't have a comeback. So you make a reckless, last ditch effort to act like he didn't just win this round and do the opposite of denying his words, "Sure, Suna Y/n has a nice ring, I guess."

Holy shit. You didn't think anything couldn't completely break his impassive expression but you think you might have accidentally have won this round as you see the shock roll his expression right before the red of a full blush sneaks up to kiss his cheeks and tips of his ears.

His surprised eyes are wide on yours as if he's frozen solid by your words before he blinks and then it's like a shutter as he recollects himself and suddenly he's completely unreadable again. But you saw it, that moment that Suna Rintaro was completely caught unaware and absolutely flustered.

You both know who won, though somehow, he still gets the last word, "Well, that's definitely one way to get a permanent autograph."

The two of you turn and start to move forward to the exit in mutual silence, neither you nor Suna noticing Rika still by you both, having watched your exchange in delighted surprise and gears now turning in her head as she realizes her half baked idea earlier seems to have worked even better than she could have ever imagined.

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Behind The Scenes!

-Remember Vee's tweet back in the Falling Into Winter Interlude? Sept 18th (21-09-18 timestamp if you're curious) - she was promoting her and Y/n's gaming channel - GameOverGirls :)

-There was still another hint connection in regards to it back in the same episode

-One that may be one or two degrees of relation as to how Suna found the channel ;)

-He really does like Y/n's voice specifically (even though Vee's got a nice one too but he's barely noticed lol), long before he saw the pretty face to match :D

-Y/n and Vee only suffered through Sekiro on a bet from Key and Tee

-Suna realized it was crazy since he just met Y/n tonight but... he kind of liked how his name sounded with hers..

A/N: Seriously, why is everything about him so pretty??? His name, looks, voice. Just...why? Anyways, with this episode, I've caught up to where I'm currently at in written segments for this series so updates might be slightly slower than usual until I can pull back ahead. Additional notes - I don't know why but I'd mixed up the pic for Suna's priv with his main so ended up using the same one for both since it was too late by the time I realized. It'll be fixed from here on. Also, clearly, the yukata pic makes him look older but he's still 14, it's more about the visual of him in his simple (but striking) yukata <3 Finally... can we all guess which precious bby boy is next???

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[antigoneidk]

I ruined it|t.h.

the request: can u write a imagine where tom and the reader are having a romantic convo while cuddling the day before Valentine's day and tom accidentally spills what he bought for her for Valentine's day

A/N: this is cute I cant😍hope you like it

Warnings: fluff and fluff

It was the night before Valentine's day. You and your boyfriend Tom decided to cuddle in your bed watching a romantic film.

Your head was placed at his chest,allowing to hear his heartbeat. You felt yours beating at the same rhythm. Calm and peaceful. Your hands hugged his waist,not wanting him to leave your side. His hands gave you comfort and safety.

He kissed your forehead at some point and you looked at him with a big smile on your face. It was little things like this,that made you fall for him even more.He kept looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world. And you were his.

"I love you"he said and it felt like the first time he used this 3 words. The butterflies kicked in.

"I love you too baby"you leaned and kissed gently his lips. His right hand moved to your cheek,keeping you closer to him. You tried to memorize everything. His moves,the feelings you got from this kiss. Everytime they got even stronger.

You climbed up to him.You stopped the kiss and stared at love of your life,checking every inch of his face. His hair,his forehead,his eyebrows,eyes,nose. You left two little kisses on his cheeks and smiled at him seeing his bright smile light up the whole room.

"Tomorrow is a special day"you said excited for tomorrow's surprise. He always wanted to take you on a little quick boat trip so you were about to make his wish come true. And then for a romantic dinner at a restaurant,having the sea as your view. In your head every detail was perfect.

"I know! But I want you to know that for me every day is Valentine's day. I mean it"you heart melted at this moment.

"Same for me but tomorrow is a special one. Every single person who is in love celebrates. And I got something for you"you said raising your eyebrows.

"Baby every moment is a celebration to me. Having you here with me,cuddling you,kissing you,holding you in my arms. I feel the most luckiest person in the whole universe."

Your heartbeat became faster. What did you do to deserve a man like him? A man that loves you and cherish you like no one did before? He grabbed your face pulling you closer and closer.

"I love you every day and more. I remember the first time I kissed you and said to myself that I loved you the most. But looking back,it was nothing compared to now.

Whenever you step into a room I feel so weak looking at you and how beautiful you are. Inside and out.When you look at me with those eyes that I can get lost in them. When you hold my hand. When you kiss me. I wonder what good did I do that led me straight to you? Why I am so lucky that I get called your boyfriend and one day maybe your husband? Well if you say yes"he laughed for a second.

"You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. And that's why I celebrate every day. I can give you a million other reasons why. But a day is not enough. Maybe a eternity but again to me even that doesn't sound enough"

You felt the need to cry from happiness. His words left you speechless. You hugged him with all the powers you got. You wanted to stay there for ever and never leave. Your everything was looking at you.

"I can't believe I got this lucky. The first time I saw you I remember telling my best friend how handsome you looked from the other side of the room and she said to me that I had actually the ability to make you fall for me. But you made me fall for you quicker that I thought.

With the words you speak,with your touch,even when your eyes are looking to me I am falling harder. The moment you saw me that day the world stopped. I will never forget that"you said to him and you saw from the mirror behind him how red your face turned. Was that even possible?

A scream from the T.V. made you both to jump. Was that even on this entire time? You got up to close it and started laughing from how scared you got.

You sat again this time next to him moving your feet up to his. You yawned and closed your eyes as you approached him and fell to his shoulder.

"Did that ruined the moment?"you asked.

"I think it made it even better"he joked."Do you want to sleep? I don't think you are comfortable here darling"the last thing you wanted to do is to get up. You whispered a weak no and moved closer to his body.

"What was your first impression of me?"you asked the only thing you didn't know after 1 and a half years in this relationship.

He stared at the dark sky and remained silent. Your eyes now wide open waited for his voice. But he wouldn't start. And that's when you stared thinking things you never did. Like was it that bad that he didn't want to say them out loud,especially sharing them with you,his girlfriend?

"Harry saw you first"he said talking for his little brother. The only sentence you didn't expect at all.

"What?"you asked now looking at him curious.

"Yes. He turned to me and said'A cute girl just came in'but I didn't pay any further attention to him. But he couldn't stop looking. That's when I got mad. So I told him to show me that 'cute girl'he couldn't take his eyes off. And then. Man.

You were standing there wearing that black sateen dress and your hair down wavy. Your hands moved as you kept speaking to your friends like you owned the place. You seemed confident. Your lips were red from your lipstick and I gotta say I imagined what was like kissing them. Then you looked at me.

I kept my breath. I didn't know what to do. That's why I looked away fast. I suddenly felt nervous and weak. Just from your eyes. I stared breathing heavily and the boys understood what happened. I never got to know how but to be honest I don't even care.

That's when I realized why my brother was not paying attention to us. And he wasn't wrong.

After a little while I looked at you again hoping that was just my imagination and yet. You were still there looking absolutely gorgeous. I wanted to make you fall for me the way I did for you.

Then you came to us. Your voice sounded so sweet. I melted right there and you didn't noticed. God you were a angel straight from Heaven. I was just standing there scanning you without being able to speak. I got scared that if I might even say a word you were going to disappear.

Eventually I did.

 My heart was beating so fast that I was surprised none of you listened. I never felt like this in my entire life. You made me fall in love with you. So your friend was right. I was ready for you to come and light up my life.

While we were leaving I said to Harry that I was sorry for my behavior. But he got your phone number. He smiled and gave it to me saying that it was my time to shoot my shot. And look at us now."

Damn that was a lot to hear. You never knew the power you got over him Your eyes were sweating hearing his first impression of you. You felt guilty for your previous thoughts.

Seeing his face and recalling that first time you met each other me were enough for you to start cry and fell into his arms. You were happy. The most you have ever been.

"Why are crying baby?That wasn't what I had in plan. Stop and look at me"he said and you tried to follow what he said

"You're breaking my heart y/n. Stop baby please"he wiped your tears but new came.

"They are happy tears Tommy. I'm happy"you said quietly and faced him with your blurry vision.

He was the one for you and you knew it.

"I want you to laugh when you're happy not cry. I need to see your smile not your tears."

"I'll try I swear"you said and he kissed you so that you could calm. Tom knew how to calm you in every situation,either you were sad or mad.

"I have something for you but I'll take care of it. Ill tell them to bring it maybe the next day."he tried to stand up but you blocked him and forced him to stay with you.

"It can just wait until we come back?We can arrive earlier if this is what you want"

"No it's okay"he said and smiled but you could feel that he was a little upset.

It was just a gift that could be shipped to you and wait outside your door. It seemed easy to you.

"Baby if it is going to be shipped to us,we can go and take it after. You don't have to push it back"you said and held his hand to yours.

"The puppy isn't going to be shipped to us" WHAT PUPPY?

"A puppy?"you yelled at him excited.

He placed his hand to his lips looking at you shocked. He just revealed his surprise gift to you.

"Oh my God I feel so stupid"he covered his face. You sat on your knees in front of him trying to hug him.

A puppy was about to become part of your "family". A small being which you could cuddle all day. Something that you could share your love with. You were above the clouds.

"This is the best gift. Well after you but still. Don't feel stupid at all"you said and tried to take his hands from his face.

"I just ruined the surprise. I can keep a secret at all"you laughed at him and kissed his cheeks. His eyes met yours and the disappointment was painted at his face but to you he looked adorable and your mind tried to take a picture of this moment.

"No you did not! We are going to come home earlier and go take the puppy. Oh Gosh! We are about to get a puppy! Can you imagine that?"you asked him and yourself. You could see the two of you taking the little dog out for a walk,or play around the house all day.

You kissed his lips from the excitement you got. He held you. As the time went on it got deeper and deeper.

You tried to take control but he won. You followed his rytmh enjoying every second of it. You were complete.

"I think we should go get some sleep. Tomorrow is a big day" Tom said and you took him to your bedroom.

You couldn't stop but think about the next day. You wanted to be perfect just for him. But it was nothing compared to what he got for you.

00:00

"Happy Valentine's day baby. I love you"you said and closed your eyes getting more comfortable into his hug.

"Happy Valentine's day. I love you"he whispered at your ear giving you goosebumps.

That was the last thing you remembered before the two of you fell asleep with nothing but happiness and love in your hearts.

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@itstaskeen

[letterstothemidnightsociety]

Alright, so if you've been following along with me, Supernatural season 3 starts out on a trio of episodes that are Really Fun, slides into some episodes that are Pretty OK, then takes a real nose dive into Bummersville. Hoo boy guys, I really hope that this season picks up. I mean, it won’t, but I can still dream. 2021 was maybe not the year to start watching this season. Fair warning.

The next three episodes for this season are just, like, real downers. First we get “Fresh Blood,” which, aside from the terrible title, starts out on a high note. Gordon (gross) somehow manages to catch up with Bela (HOW??) and threatens her if she doesn’t hand over the Winchesters. Bela, in all of her class and grace, won’t give them up because she has a high price point and Gordon is really lowballing her here. Just like, yes, ok, please stay forever, you’re amazing and I love you. And what a scene this is! You have two characters, one with a strict moral code (albeit one that allows for violence and winning at all costs) and the other with almost NO moral code, but an allegiance that can be bought with the best price and it’s such a fun back and forth until Gordon pulls out a gun. And then she pulls out her phone and just has Dean on speed dial and that’s maybe my fav part. Bela has run into the Winchesters twice and they maybe legit hate her but she’s very much like, oh yeah, my BFF’s the Winchesters, I love those idiots!

I love that we come back to this moment later in the episode when Bela, like, three days later, is like, Oh! I guess I should warn the Winchesters that some crazy guy is after them! She’s just so casual about it you kind of get the feeling that, even though technically Gordon was threatening her life, she doesn’t view him as A Threat. She gives the Winchesters a heads up just to be like oh yeah, you might want to watch out for this mild inconvenience, and she seems legit shocked when Dean freaks out. There’s this moment that plays across her face like, oh shit, did I...did I fuck up? And it adds a nice bit of depth to her character. She’s seems honestly worried, both for the lives of the Winchesters but also that Dean won’t like her anymore and that is just a charming bit of A C T I N G!

I am gonna miss her SO MUCH when she dies at the end of this season. WHY did we CANCEL HER???

But despite the fun beginning, this episode is about monsters and how people become monsters and how other people are probably the reason. Because our main baddie is a vampire who hunts to...well, listen if we look at the facts that he lays out in his monologue, it’s a little more tragic - he’s trying to replace the daughters that he lost hundreds of years ago, cool motive, still murder. In practice though, he goes around turning hot blonde coeds into vampires and then ?????? Who knows. I’d like to believe that this was a problem with the CW executives or maybe casting/directing and not with the writing, but it’s SPN and you really can’t be sure with anything. The fact is, this is a CW show from the early 2000’s and a lot of their extras are cast to type. And that’s maybe me exhibiting some girl-on-girl crime, but there are other episodes that did a much less blatantly gross job casting their extras/Very Special Guest Stars.

Anyway, the POINT of this guy is that he’s a monster because someone killed his daughter and he’s just been trying to fill that grief hole inside of him for centuries. This is not unlike Gordon, who ALSO has been trying to fill a grief hole that he’s had for decades, except he’s not killing people and resurrecting them as blood suckers, he’s just killing them. And then, when the Vamp decides to turn Gordon it’s a real sweet moment of comeuppance for like, a HOT second and then you’re like, awww dude, ya done f’ed up. That was a bad idea. You’ve made a HUGE mistake.

More importantly, our Vampire In Question finally runs into the Winchesters and get’s to say things like “I was desperate! You ever felt desperate? I've lost everyone I ever loved. I'm staring down eternity alone. Can you think of a worse hell?” and also “I just ... I didn't care anymore. Do you know what it's like when you just don't give a damn? It's like ... it's like being dead already.” and Dean’s v. much like, THIS IS TOO REAL ROY.

Sam may ALSO be feeling Too Real feelings because he is DONE dicking around with Gordon and honestly yes, I like this, this is good Sam development. It’s nice to know that Sam has a breaking point. And I admit I’m of two minds about this moment because 1) I love the idea of Dark!Sam this season and that maybe Sam’s decision to actually kill Gordon is just one step in that process but 2) I ALSO love the idea of Sam Lite finally having a breaking point and Gordon is IT. I don’t know which theory I like more in this scenario, but they are both good theories.

I think as much as this episode wants to draw parallels between the monsters and Dean (thank you artful editors), you can’t look at the “I’ve lost everyone I ever loved,” line and not think of Sam? Cuz he’s got one (1) person left in his life that hasn’t died horribly, so how desperate is he about to get through the end of this season? I’ve definitely been watching this season with eyes on all the ominous Dean foreshadowing, but the Sam foreshadowing is also there, just buried under the heavy weight of a thousand smulders and suicidal levels of denial.

And also, FUCK the tag on this episode! Guys, it is CUTE but it is also HORRIBLE. Dean starts teaching Sam how to fix the Impala and at first it’s all, “Oh! Adorable Brothers Being Brothers!” and I loved it but then I almost immediately hated it because you realize this is about making sure Sam can get along without him once he’s gone and Dean just accepts his own death with such casual ease that it’s just...INFURIATING!

This scene was rude and I HATE IT!

Cut to - “A Very Supernatural Christmas” Special!

Guys, I was so excited when I got to this episode. THIS is Classic Supernatural Shenanigans. Plus, you know a Holiday Special is the ultimate sign that this show has Made It, right? Or it could be a sign that they’re selling out, who knows, but I think we can say that at this point in the series, SPN is established enough to start having fun with their fans. That’s what this says to me. BUT THEN what we get is like...oh boy.

First - like, I’mma beat this horse to death, but what is WRONG with this FAMILY? John Winchester very quickly devolved into the sort of father that forgot about every single holiday and did not ever, even a little bit, make up for it. It’s not a surprise, but it kind of wrecked me seeing a flashback where Baby Dean is just so attached to a father who can’t be bothered to actually care for his children. I know he’s not in this episode because Jeffrey Dean Morgan was tied up in other projects, but the fact that John doesn’t show up at the end to button the flashbacks with a But then he DID show up for Christmas! just makes this plot line that more gutting. And despite Dean’s hero worship of their father, this is maybe the Christmas where Baby Sam stops believing in his own father. The only bright side to this is that it continues to enforce the fact that Bobby should have sued John for custody. Bobby should maybe STILL Sue for custody so that Dean at least would feel like someone wants him for once in his life, damnit.

And then we wrap this episode up with the Best Worst Christmas of all, because we see Sam start to...also?? accept that Dean is about to die? Cuz that’s what this episode is really about - Dean’s Last Christmas. And everything about that makes me ~ u p s e t ~.

So Sam decides to put his curmudgeonly grinchy attitude aside in order to make it a special day for Dean and ugh. UGH. UGHGHGHG. Season three is the worst guys, and I can’t believe I didn’t realize that until right this second now.

So let’s wrap this up with "Malleus Maleficarum", honestly an episode that is mostly forgettable until we get to, like, the last five minutes. Sure, witches and curses and selling your soul, woohoo whatever.

But then we get some real Ruby centric reveals and like, WHAT is happening?? First off, the scene where Ruby and Tammy have a moment is a real Moment. There is some baggage and tension here and it is heavy. And then Tammy drops the mic when she reveals that Ruby used to be human.

THEN, Ruby legit saves their asses by killing Tammy with a fancy magic knife. Ok, Dean does the actual killing, but Ruby brought the fancy magic knife. So between the hot and heavy tension with “Tammy” and her repeated attempts to keep the Winchesters alive, we’re left wondering what IS Ruby’s deal? I personally wonder how much of the show’s mythology the show actually has figured out at this point? Because interviews with Kripke definitely walk the line between “Oh we definitely have this whole thing worked out,” and “yeah, we’re sort of finding things as we go along,” which is maybe why it’s able to last as long as it does. More on that later.

Of course the big kicker is the final scene between Ruby and Dean. Dean is almost on board with Ruby at this point in the season, and much like his scene with the demon in “Sin City”, they share a kind of vulnerable moment together where Ruby admits that, yeah, she was human once and yeah, Hell will destroy you, body and soul, and yeah Dean’s worst fear will probably come true - he will become the thing he hunts, no ifs, ands or buts about it. And Dean knows that Ruby knows that Dean knows that there’s no way to save Dean from his fate, but they both agree that they can’t take Sam’s last ounce of hope away from him because, for both of them, Sam is their hope. Ruby and Dean both see the war happening around them and they know that with Dean gone, Sam’s maybe the last guy holding back the tide to save all humanity.

Which, honestly? Bull shit. Do you know how many hunters are out there? Neither do I, but this season seems to indicate that there are a LOT. We have barely scratched the surface on the hunter community and it’s a damn shame that they are all weirdo loners because there is a war going on. You know what works great in a war? An ARMY. Buncha mentally unstable, martyr-complex ijits who can’t put their differences aside for one damn MINUTE so that maybe, JUST maybe, the could actually defeat the evil they’ve spent their entire lives dedicated to fighting. And if Ruby and Dean wanted to help Sam, what they should probably do is get him plugged in to that community. I do believe that of all they backasswards, self-obsessed, painfully anti-social crazies out there, the Winchesters are THE WORST.

Listen tho, this was like, a solid scene between these two. Just a lot of work goin' into this and it paid off.

Anyway, back to the mythology for a hot second - This sort of loosey-goosey stumbling into your own world building is probably another one of those things that you’ll only really get in a show with this many episodes per season? It’s that room to play and experiment and just make stuff up as you go along. I think the slow drip method of releasing episodes ALSO helps in this scenario because you’re able to see what fans are reacting to in almost-real time. When viewers are binging episodes, I think you're less likely to see what specifically they’re reacting to and more wholistically they’re reacting to. And that’s not to say you won’t see those specific things that they like/love eventually, but by the time you get there, your season’s been produced in its entirety and you’ll have to bear that in mind for (hopefully) next season. But with SPN, they were writing and producing the show at the same time that some of the episodes were airing. That’s why they were able to make decisions on the fly, based on what fans responded to. And definitely by this point in the show, there was a sizeable and vocal fan base that made their feelings VERY well-known. We’re only in season three, but they’ve already had a number of con appearances and a pretty active online presence. That kind of feedback has got to be helpful, from a writing perspective, but it also allows for things like characters getting cut because nobody liked them for some dumb reason. BUT, if you’re fighting to stay on the air for 100 episodes or longer, responding to fan reactions is what’s gonna do it and that’s a fact.

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Jonquil |💕|✖|🍑|

Pt.7: Stifling priorities

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With an amused smile on your lips, you watch how Jimin's head whips around in surprise when he reads your message. His eyes scan the crowd of drunk students that formed on the improvised dance floor in the middle of the living room in an almost overly eager attempt to spot you, but you're purposely standing in a part of the room that's just dark enough to hide you from his view. It's funny, really. It didn't even take you a minute to find him after you walked in.

Your eyes were immediately drawn to him, like it's the most natural thing in the world and you wonder if it's because of his stunning looks that have most girls instantly pining after him, or if it's actually because of the way he makes you feel. You bite the inside of your cheek at the thought. Suddenly, you're not so sure if it was the best decision to show up here. The girl he made out with just a few moments ago leans over to say something in his ear, probably asking what's going on, but slowly takes a step back when he dismisses her with a quick shake of his head.

She's beautiful, you notice. Her curves are something out of a fashion magazine and her flawless skin is almost glowing under the dim lighting of the room. Comparing yourself to her could make even you insecure and you can't help but shift subconsciously when she runs a hand through her long hair, exposing more of her cleavage in the process. Even though you don't like to admit it, it's flattering that Jimin's ignoring someone like her for you. The moment Jimin's searching eyes turn in your direction, you panic and hurriedly look down at your phone to distract him with another text. Not that you’re trying to avoid him or anything, it’s just… you are.

You don’t know why you even agreed to showing up in the first place. You’re really not the biggest fan of loud and crowded places and the smell of alcohol mixed with sweat and underlying traces of vomit makes your stomach churn in an unpleasant way. Not even your best friend of fourteen years has usually much luck with convincing you to go to parties like this, but with Jimin asking in his slightly pouty and clingy way you just didn’t have it in you to say no.

The second you saw Jimin having fun on his own with some random girl though, you regretted your decision instantly. You’re not jealous, of course. You don’t have any reason nor right to be. But the fact that you actually felt bad for rejecting his invitation and fought yourself out of the comfort of your fluffy blanket in favor of meeting him, just for him to spend his time shoving his tongue down another girl’s throat makes you mad at yourself for even caring.

Despite your first instinct to turn on your heels and leave to go back to the cozy blanket fort waiting for you at home, you find yourself more interested in Jimin’s reactions and patiently stand there, waiting for his next move. It really makes no sense to you how persistent he is with wanting to see you. The girl was literally just five seconds from shoving her hand down his pants and yet here he is, asking you where you are.

You’re not at all insecure about your looks when it comes to the possibility of guys being attracted to you, in fact, you know you could be considered pretty by most standards. But from Jimin’s point of view, with a beautiful girl almost begging for his attention, it’s hard to imagine you being his number one priority right now. Especially since you already told him you’re not interested in fooling around. Is he trying to prove a point? He must be, right? Maybe your rejection hurt his ego and now he wants to show you he's worth your time by putting you over his next potential one-night-stand.

Sad thing is, it's actually working. You can't help but to be impressed by the effort he puts into wooing you, despite the fact that you told him the only thing you want from him is his friendship. There's something about him that intrigues you and you want to slap yourself for the warmth spreading on your cheeks every time he says or does something unexpectedly sweet, catching you off guard with his bluntness.

It’s far more difficult to put a stop to his flirting than you originally thought it would be and, allowing yourself to be completely honest for a second, you enjoy having his eyes on you every once in a while. Maybe you should cut him some slack and go on a date with him? That way, you’ll be able to prove to him that you’re not a good choice for a love interest. Even if you do end up sleeping with him, at least he’ll probably be satisfied with winning you over and you both can finally treat each other as friends.

Woah... were you... actually just thinking that? No. No way in hell. You can't let that happen. You're just friends. He might be cute and you might be a little more attracted to him than you want to admit but who can blame you? He's gorgeous and so much fun to be around and you both just seem to get each other, like you've been friends for ages when in reality, it's only been a few days. It's just a little crush because he's giving you attention, that's it. You won't let it sway you in a decision you made years ago just because he makes your heart flutter from time to time.

You're not meant to be with someone like him, in any way, and he'll have to accept it sooner or later. No dates. No fucking. No attachment. Period. Honestly, it shouldn’t even bother you this much. He’s a cute fuckboy looking for a good time and while it seems unusual to you how invested he is in getting to know you, he’s probably like this with everyone.

Shaking your head at your own ridiculous thoughts, you grin to yourself as you read Jimin’s last message before you start walking in the general direction of where you believe the kitchen to be. Your eyes casually scan the crowd around you in search for familiar faces while you’re trying to coordinate your way through the mass of socalizing students. Suji and Taehyung should be around here somewhere.

God, Suji is going to complain about you not telling her you’d come here as soon as she sees you, you just know it. You reject her most of the time when she offers to go out partying, so you probably won’t hear the end of it for a while. Still, you can’t just leave without at least checking up on how she’s doing. You’re here now anyway, so you’re going to make the most of the night.

It amazes you every time how many people are able to fit into the smallest of places when it comes to free alcohol and the chances of potential hook-ups. There’s even more students once you enter the kitchen and you have to gently shove your way up to the counter, apologizing from time to time when your hands accidentally touch body parts they’re definitely not supposed to touch. ‘Y/N?!’ A low voice suddenly sounds from somewhere to your right.

Thankfully, the booming music coming from the next room is somewhat subdued through the walls, so you don’t have to scream while talking and hearing your name being called you turn in surprise. After searching around for a moment you spot Taehyung only a few meters away, trying to get a better look at you over the heads of the people between you by standing on his tiptoes. Once you make eye contact, he excitedly waves at you and starts to make his way over to wrap his arms around you in a warm hug that you immediately return.

‘It really is you! I’m so glad you made it! Did you just come?’ The bright smile he gives you makes you grin as well and you automatically reach up to ruffle his hair with one hand before nodding at his question. ‘Yeah, I just came. I was actually looking for you to say hi! You know where Suji is?’ He grins even wider at your response and pulls you closer to his chest when someone pushes past you two. ‘Knowing her she’s probably off dancing somewhere. Want me to come with you to look for her?’ Shaking your head no with a smile, you point behind you instead. ‘I’m gonna get a drink first. Care to join me?’

As expected, there’s no need to ask Taehyung twice. He pulls you after him to your new set destination and grabs a clean solo cup on his way before pausing to look at you expectantly. Realizing what he’s waiting for, you just shrug and wave in the general direction of all the different bottles scattered around. ‘Surprise me,’ you say and while he turns his attention to his task at hand, you hop onto the counter, letting your legs dangle lazily as you wait for your friend to hand you your drink.

Your right wrist slightly protests from the pressure you put on it when you jumped up and you subconsciously reach up to massage it with your free hand to ease the familiar ache. ‘Did you see Jeonggukie already?’ Looking up from the ripped material of your jeans, you nod at the question and give the man next to you an amused grin.

‘Jup, he’s the one who let me in. I felt kind of bad because the present I got him was pretty much last minute but he said he liked it, so I guess we’re good.’ The acting major laughs at your answer and comes over to lean next to you against the counter, his elbows resting on it’s surface. ‘I think you’re the only one who actually got him a gift. Half of the people here probably don’t even know Gguk. They’re just here for the fun.’ You furrow your eyebrows at that but then shrug and accept the cup Taehyung holds out to you. Taking a sip, you hum in approval of Taehyung’s choice when the sweet tasting liquid leaves a pleasant burn at the back of your throat.

You’re able to talk for maybe another minute before one of Taehyung’s many friends from around campus shows up to start a conversation with him out of nowhere. After listening in for a bit, you realize what they’re saying is not really your business but you’re also not in the mood to go and search for Suji yet, so you find yourself scrolling through your phone instead. You’re so caught up in what you’re doing, you don’t even notice the arms sneaking around your waist until you’re being pulled forward to the edge of the counter. Gasping in surprise at the sudden movement, you let your hands find purchase on the firm chest in front of you, your phone falling into your lap in the process.

It takes you a second to realize what’s happening but when you finally look up, ready to give the guy a piece of your mind for touching you without your permission, the words immediately die in your throat. Jimin smiles so brightly his eyes form into little crescendents and you go soft at the adorable sight instantly. He carefully places his hands on either side of your hips before slowly leaning in to murmur in your ear. ‘Found you, princess.’

The husky tone of his voice sends a pleasant shiver down your spine and you take your time to come up with a response, just to make sure your own voice won’t fail you once you speak up. When he draws back to look at you, his lips are pulled into a knowing smirk. The dancer slightly squeezes your hips in a teasing manner and steps closer to stand in between your parted legs, obviously growing more confident since you don't seem to mind his touch on you.

You hate how smug he looks because of your reaction but you can’t deny that you’re happy he actually came to see you, so you decide not to comment on it for now. ‘You sound awfully happy right now,’ you say instead and raise one eyebrow in question when he nods enthusiastically, the cute smile from before making it’s way back onto his features.

‘Well, that’s because I am. I thought I wouldn’t be able to see you tonight but now you’re here. Did you change your mind because of me?’ There’s an alarm going off in your head at the question and you know you shouldn’t give him any reason to think his opinion matters to you in some way, but seeing the anticipation flickering in his eyes you can’t bring yourself to just blatantly lie to him. God, he’s going to be the death of you someday.

‘You seemed genuinely disappointed when I said I wouldn’t come and I guess I kinda did promise you to show up. I hate to go back on my word, that’s why I decided to come’, you answer truthfully. Jimin’s eyes soften at your words and once again, you find yourself wondering what he might be thinking. His hands casually slide from your hips down to your hands still resting on his chest and you watch in silence as you let him intertwine his fingers with yours. 'That's more than enough for now,' he mumbles with a fond smile grazing his plump lips.

You’re both quiet for a moment, just looking down at your interlaced hands while Jimin gently brushes his thumbs over your knuckles one at a time. The gesture feels oddly intimate for some reason and not knowing what has gotten into him, you hesitantly squeeze Jimin’s hands to get him to stop when it becomes too much. He immediately lets up his movements but he doesn't let go, just gazes up at you through strands of his hair.

Your heart jumps in an unwelcome and irritating way at the intense look in his eyes and when he suddenly opens his mouth to say something, you shake your head so softly it's almost not visible. You don't even know what you're trying to tell him yourself, but Jimin seems to understand nonetheless. He tilts his head to one side to observe you for a bit before he gives you a reassuring smile and loosens his grip on your fingers to place his hands back on both sides of your waist.

And just like that the flirtatious smirk is back on Jimin's features, making you question if the last few minutes even happened in the first place. 'Come dance with me, y/n~' The suggestive tone of his voice has you bashfully rolling your eyes at him before he’s even done talking. Before you can dismiss his idea though, he already pulls you further against him in an attempt to get you to stand up and your body immediately goes stiff underneath his teasing grip.

Sensing something is off, he furrows his eyebrows in confusion and regards you with a sceptical look. 'Sorry, it's just... I don't dance. Let's do something else instead?' You offer and the boy chuckles in amusement. 'You're not feeling shy, are you? Don't worry if you're not the best on the dance floor. It's about having fun anyway and with me next to you, there's no way you'll look bad.' His cocky attitude has you dying to tell him just exactly how wrong his assumption about your dancing skills is, but you have a feeling that he most definitely won't let you talk yourself out of it if he knows.

So instead you just click your tongue in fake defiance and slap his shoulder with one hand playfully. 'Oh no, you got it all wrong. I can dance. I just don't do it.' Jimin bites his bottom lip to suppress a smile when you pout at him and you notice him mindlessly tugging at the hem of your shirt, but it's so innocent you don't really feel the need to call him out for it. 'Is what all people say who can't dance,' the blonde retorts and you snort in disbelief at his cheekiness.

'You seem to be so sure of yourself there, Jimin.' The teasing edge to your voice doesn't go unnoticed by him and something flashes in his eyes, a wide grin spreading over his face. 'Prove me wrong, then.' It's dangerous how easily you find yourself wanting to please him, you think. Things that scared you for the longest time seem so harmless with him encouraging you to do them.

All it takes is his sweet voice asking you to dance and suddenly, instead of dreading the thought of going out there and letting your body remember all the movements you've been so desperately trying to forget over the last three years, you actually find yourself considering it. You know you're going to enjoy it, after all. Even if just for tonight.

The moment of weakness is gone almost as quickly as it came though and so you slowly move back to sit as far away from the edge of the counter as Jimin's hold on your waist allows you to, ignoring the sad puppy dog eyes he sends your way. 'You're making it sound like I should feel the need to prove you wrong. I know I can dance. Whether you believe me or not is not really my problem.' The man in front of you groans in defeat at your answer and immediately steps forward to close the distance you just created between you both.

'Alright, you win. No dancing for now. Maybe later, though?' The cute pout that forms on his lips while he's saying it makes you smile involuntarily and you don't even realize you're trying to comfort him by brushing your hand through his soft hair until he subtly leans into your touch to feel more of it. 'Yeah... maybe later,' you agree, well aware that there most likely won't be a later at all. Jimin goes back to observing you for another minute, as if trying to understand what's going on inside your head. There's an unreadable expression on his face and you shift awkwardly under his calculating gaze when his eyes never once leave yours for even a second.

'So...' he says to break the silence before it starts to feel uncomfortable. 'Is there a reason you don't want to do it? Dance, I mean. Or are you just trying to avoid touching me, because you know how it'll make you feel, hmm?' Jimin lets his hands slide down your waist to rest them on both your thighs instead as if trying to further emphasize his point and you bite the inside of your cheek in thought before nodding slightly.

'That's certainly one reason.' Your honesty obviously catches him off guard for a moment, if the surprise written all over his face serves as any kind of indication. Shrugging nonchalantly at his raised eyebrows you poke his nose with your index finger, making him scrunch his face cutely, before placing your hands on his shouders to relax a bit more in his hold.

'Well... it's been a long time since I last danced, you know? And I promised myself back then that I wouldn't do it anymore. Ever.' Tilting his head to one side he waits for you to continue but when you don’t speak up again he sighs and starts to softly massage your thighs in silent comfort. His fingers slip underneath the cuts of your jeans and when you don’t push him away he lets them brush over your sensitive skin almost coyly. 'Were you embarrassed?' The sympathy coloring his words melts you heart.

You tenderly lean your forhead against his and close your eyes to simply enjoy his warmth for a moment without thinking. Were you embarrassed? Well, telling your teacher of fifteen years that you would have to give up on your scholarship because your bones will slowly but surely degenerate to the point where you won’t even be able to stand by probably the end of fourty was kind of embarrassing. Although, more humiliating if you’re being honest. 'Something like that,' you say with a chuckle before reculantly leaning back again to look at him.

'Mhm... I think I get it. I'm always free for you if you decide to try again, though! Maybe you're just in need of the right partner, who knows?’ There’s an almost childlike innocence in the way he says it, completely different from what you would have expected those words to sound like coming from him. Jimin’s smile widens when you move to brush some loose strands of hair out of his face and start to lovingly pat his head afterward as if to reward him for his words. You roll your eyes at him, an amused smile playing on your own lips as well. 'Thanks Chim, I really appreciate it.'

The grip on your legs suddenly tightens after what you just said. Surprised by the unexpected display of possessiveness you raise an eyebrow at him in question. 'What?' The man in front of you is silent for a while and just looks at you with a small grin on his face that slowly stretches into a self-satisfied smirk.

'You gave me a pet name, princess! Guess I’m finally starting to get under skin after all.' The confidence radiating off of him makes you let out a huff in faked annoyance. Cheeky bastard. He’s getting too comfortable around you far too quickly for your liking. And so are you. Shit. If you keep giving him opportunities to tease you like this, you’ll never get him to lose interest.

'Why of course. I'm absolutely smitten,' you shoot back, determined to let your voice sound as sarcastic as you possibly can in hopes of irritating him, but he just smirks wider. Seriously, how are you supposed to not fall for him if he’s so frustratingly handsome all the damn time? This is ridiculous. What on earth do you have to do to get him to stop flirting with you for fuck’s sake? Tell him you’re gay? Commit a crime? Show him a picture of your brother and pretend he’s your boyfriend? Because you’re so close to actually giving it a shot if there’s a chance that it’s going to work.

Jimin hums in content as if he doesn’t notice the displeased grimace you make at him. 'Well, if you don't wanna dance with me...' He suddenly leans in even closer until his nose softly brushes against yours and the amused glint in his dark eyes tells you he’s probably up to something silly. One of his hands leaves your thigh to reach behind you but when you open your mouth to ask what he’s doing, he’s already leaning back to hold your cup out to you. ‘… then you should at least drink with me.'

Sighing in defeat, you take the cup from him and take a large sip without complaint before handing it back to him in invitation. If he’s trying to get you drunk enough so you’ll agree to dance with him, then you’re definitely going to return the favor. The tips of his fingers brush against your knuckles when he takes the cup from your hand, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine in the process. Turning the cup in his hand as if thinking about something he guides it to his plump lips after a moment, his eyes never leaving you and you have to stop yourself from fidgeting with how flustered it makes you for some stupid reason.

'Ohhh that's an indirect kiss, guys!' The sudden voice makes you jump a bit in surprise and when you look in the direction of where it came from, you see Taehyung walking up to you with a big grin on his face. Jimin chuckles at his words before he greets his best friend with a pat on his shoulder instead of their usual hug, not bothering to leave his position between your thighs. Amused by the confident smirk he’s wearing because of the kissing comment, you click your tongue and casually wrap your legs around his waist, making Jimin snap his head back to you, puzzled.

'That's probably the closest he'll ever get to touching my lips with his, so I guess I'll let him feel good about it,' you say dryly while you cross your ankles behind him to cage him in. He stares at you with his mouth standing slightly open from surprise at your sudden change of attitude and you definitely see him blush a bit when you look up to observe his face. He’s quick to recover though, sliding his arms around you to pull you into him even more only a few seconds later. 'Is it just me or did you sound less sure about yourself than last time?' The dancer grins at you with his bottom lip caught between his teeth and you would find it endearing if not for the husky tone of his voice.

You both look at each other in amusement until Taehyung clears his throat to get your attention. ‘You guys wanna be alone for a minute or are we gonna go over and play some games?’ The knowing look your fellow actor throws your way makes you shrug your shoulders casually. ‘Sure, lets go. I need to find Suji anyway.’ Jimin reculantly takes a step back when you unwrap your legs from around his waist and tap one of his arms to get him to move. You let him help you get off the counter and don’t complain when he silently wraps his arm around you as you follow your shared friend into the living room.

With Taehyung by your side, it doesn’t take long until you’re involved in half the drinking games going on at the party. Normally, you’re pretty decent when it comes to holding your liquor, but even you need to sit back and take a break every now and then with the amount of cups that are handed out your way. Somewhere along the lines Suji joins the fun as well, bringing friends of her own with her. She’s far too gone to make a fuss over you being there and for once, you thank your lucky stars for her inability to hold herself back at parties.

You’re actually enjoying yourself more than you originally thought you would. Being able to relax and goof around with your two best friends like this, you’re suddenly glad you decided to come. It’s been a while since you’ve seen them drunk and you make a mental note to maybe come with them a bit more often in the future. For blackmail purposes, of course. Jimin doesn’t leave your side for the whole length of the night and with time you even start missing the warmth of his touch when he has to drop his arm from around you in favor of his turn at a game. It’s just the slight buzz in your head that has you clinging to him like this. Being tipsy always makes you a bit needy. That’s what you tell yourself, anyway.

A few hours in and now you’re all sprawled out on the couches on one side of the living room to take a break from drinking. You’re leaning against Jimin’s side while scrolling through your phone, your head resting on his shoulder and his hand casually resting on your thigh. Feeling your eyes getting a little droopy you finally decide it's time for you to leave. It's far too comfortable being cuddled up to Jimin like this and you don't want to risk falling asleep at someone else's dorm.

Poking at his leg lazily to get his attention, you're just about to warn Jimin that you want to get up when suddenly a random girl comes up to where you guys are sitting. You squint your eyes at her in concentration, feeling like you should know her from somewhere. Maybe she's one of Suji's classmates? She asks if someone wants to join her on the dance floor since most of her friends are too wasted to go and you don't miss the way Jimin slightly perks up beside you at the question.

And as you would have expected, Suji is up on her feet in seconds at the prospect of dancing, although she's already swaying a bit from jumping up so fast. You roll your eyes at her antics with a fond smile. ‘Hell yeah! I’m in, guys let’s go go go,’ she slurs and grabs Hoseok’s arm to drag him after her to the dance floor giddily, without even waiting for anyone else to join in. Her friend just lets her do as she pleases and stumbles after her with a surprised laugh.

The stranger giggles cutely at her enthusiasm and then looks back over to your spot on the couch as if hoping you’ll agree as well. You observe her out of the corner of your eyes while taking a sip off your drink and finally notice it’s the same girl you saw dancing with Jimin when you first came to the dorms. ‘What about you guys?’ She bites her lip while shyly watching Jimin for his reaction and it’s more than obvious the question is only meant for him, not you. You chuckle in amusement and smirk at her knowingly before slightly pushing the dancer in her direction.

‘Sure, he’s free right now,’ you answer for him, making the blonde look at you in bewilderment. ‘I am?’ He raises an eyebrow at you in confusion and repositions himself next to you on the couch as if to prove your statement wrong. Rolling your eyes at him, you playfully nudge his shoulder with yours before nodding your head. ‘I’m not blind, you know? You’ve been waiting for a chance to go back to dancing for hours now and we both know I won’t do you the favor. I think I’m gonna call it a night anyway. Just go and have fun with her. She really wants to.’

It’s not actually the prospect of them dancing what you’re referring to and judging from the look in his eyes, he knows it too. There’s something about the way he stares at you that you can’t quite place. He almost looks… disappointed about your casual reaction to the possibility of him leaving with another girl. ‘Then what about you?’ Narrowing your gaze at his question you tilt your head to one side, not really understanding what he’s getting at. ‘What about me?’

Jimin’s jaw visibly tightens in irritation and you don't need to be an empath to realize that he's getting impatient with you. You subconsciously press your thighs together when you see something similar to anger flash in his dark eyes for a second. ‘You drank quite a bit and your apartment is a few blocks away. So if you want me to leave you here, I need to know someone else is bringing you home or I’m going to do it myself.’

The concern coloring his voice catches you off guard. You didn't even think about asking someone to walk you home because you're usually the one who gets called at three in the morning to play taxi driver, not the other way around. There's a knot forming inside your throat when you realize Jimin actually cares for your well-being and you lick your lips absentmindedly while you think of something to say. ‘It’s not like I’m too drunk to walk by myself or anything…’, is the first thing you can come up with in your slightly hazy state but the warning squeeze of Jimin’s hand on your knee shuts you up instantly. When the fuck did he even put it there? And why is it suddenly so hot in here?

Your breath hitches when he grabs your face with one hand carefully to make you look at him and you curse yourself for being so pliant under his touch. Maybe you’re really more intoxicated than you originally thought. Jimin leans in close until you can feel his warm breath on your slightly sweaty skin and he scoffs, unamused, when you try to squirm away from the attention. ‘It’s enough to have you slurring your words, so don’t argue with me here, princess.’

Mumbling something that’s supposed to sound like an apology, you bite your bottom lip in thought and look up into his eyes before you wrap your fingers around his wrist in determination to get him to loosen his grip on your chin. After hesitating for a moment he finally backs off and you almost sigh in relief when the distance he puts in between you two makes you feel like you can breathe again.

Looking to the side to avoid Jimin’s piercing eyes, you spot Taehyung and Seokjin cuddled up on one of the other couches and a victorious smile spreads on your lips. ‘Don’t worry about me. Seokjin will take me home. His apartment is in the same area as mine anyway.’ Jimin follows your gaze over to your shared friends and looking back at him you see the gears turning in his head, as if he’s searching for another reason to disagree with you again.

‘It’s really fine, you know?’ You try again and when his gaze shifts between you and the still patiently waiting girl a few feet away, you know he’s done arguing. ‘Text me when you get home, alright?’ The strained tone of his voice doesn't allow any disagreement and so you just nod your head and lean in to give him an appreciative hug. He hugs you back twice as hard before he leaves a kiss on your forhead and leans back to look at you with a smile. 'Take care, y/n.'

'You too,' you mumble while he stands up to walk over to the girl waiting for him, whose smile is so wide you think her jaw is going to fall off any second. Sighing to yourself, you ignore the strange feeling in your chest while you watch Jimin put an arm around her waist on their way to the dance floor. And if you regret your choice to send him off with some random girl instead of letting him take you home, well, nobody else is ever going to know that.

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Young Blood | Mafia AU

▸Pairing : Jimin ↮ Reader ↮ Taehyung.

▸ ！warnings ！= agnst × future smut × verbal abuse / guns and blood and violence × crime × mafia and all what comes with it.

▸Word count: 4k

▸Part one ❝ Past Phase  ❞ | Part two : ❝ Mission A23 ❞

▸Masterlist

A/N: I am SO sorry for being m.i.a for the past month, I had my finals and I got sick and been through a lot but yea I'm back!! Also I'm sorry for any mistakes in this part!

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The drive to the warehouse felt like it took forever with your heart acting the way it did you were positive that you're going to die before you got there because of how fast it was beating.

You were nervous and a bit scared because you knew what was awaiting you, as much as you loved vivian no good news ever came out of her lips, maybe honesty was what you needed especially if it has to do with your daughter. You tried telling yourself. But nothing seems to work when you were trying to calm yourself it only made you more anxious.

You parked the car a few meters away from the warehouse gate as you waited patiently for vivian to walk out, you checked your phone for messages but you only got a text from jimin a few minutes ago updating you on Luna. you typed a quick reply before your screen turned dark and taehyung's name flashed bright. Signaling that he's calling you.

You could feel your body set on fire as panic rush through your vains, you threw your phone on the back seat it kept vibrating in your palms or started to feel heavy or maybe that was the panic attack that you were about to have.

You looked outside terrified that he might be lurking in the woods around you or he could see you from inside his office in the warehouse, you couldn't call Vivian to tell her to rush because taehyung was blowing up your phone. You bite your lip for what's about to come.

And knowing taehyung you were in deep shit.

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"I'm sorry! Cracking the code took longer than it should" vivian smiled at you warmly before she took you in for a long awaited embrace.

She laughed lightly against your head "I missed you V!" You tell her as you pull away "hurry drive away!" She exclaimed and that you did speeding far away from the warehouse...

"Do you want to tell me what's going on?" You begin to say after you passed the warehouse she sighs clearing her throat before speaking "I'll tell you everything once we're home" you turn and look at her "you have a home? What happened to your roommate?" You ask her with a confused gaze.

"Well I dated said roommate..." she tells you and you gasp, you loved them together and suspected that there's a relationship between them but never asked. "but you know how my job is and I didn't want to risk it so I-" she looks away from you as you keep glancing at her from the rare view mirror your eyes go wide "don't tell me you kil-" vivian cuts you off "no!" She said loudly "no I broke up with her and moved out" she says swolling the lump in her throat.

"I'm sorry about that v.. I didn't know" you smile sympathetically at your best friend and she returns the smile "______ she loved me and I broke her..."

You sigh, funny how you too broke someone for their safety but ended up questioning if it was worth it for the rest of your life..

"You did the right thing" you didn't know if you were telling that to her or yourself "she can't know or get involved it's dangerous" you tell her softly referring to her job in the mafia.

"I had a thousand others way to leave her but I chose the worst way out" she spoke in a tone where it felt like she was scolding herself "I made jimin pretend to be my boyfriend so I can convince her that I wasn't into girl- her anymore"

Jealousy crept up on you slowly feeling like you have been splashed with gasoline and burning up, you knew how jimin had a soft spot for his friends and always up for help no matter the cost, in the past you hated this trait of his but it made him who he is and you couldn't help but love him even more for it.

"So...what did he do?" You bite your lip anticipating the dreadful answer. But apart of you didn't want to imagine vivian and jimin together. "he pretended to be my boyfriend- I broke her in two...the look on her face will haunt me forever" vivian looked away as you sigh remembering the look on jimin's face when he saw you walking out of taehyung's office half naked. "you know it's for the best...she's safe now at least" you tried to cheer her up and it looks like your words soothed that ache but very slightly.

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You and vivian settled to go to your favourite spot instead of her home, besides you both needed a little getaway.

You were both finally at the top of the mountain. You parked the car further away so you can get a bit if fresh air, you have been cooped up in the car for a good while.

you and vivian walked side by side arms locked as you were talking about new things she bought.

She rubbed your arm soothingly "I want you to not lose your cool okay? You need to hear me til the end" she starts looking at you with worried eyes.

You take a deep breath and nod as you face her, the wind around you picks up making your hair fly around "tell me I can't take it longer"

"Mr.kim has been visiting taehyung twice a week.. I couldn't hear much but yesterday I heard just about enough to alert you.." she looks away from your eyes and your eyebrows furrow with worry "and?" You ask searching for a glimpse of good news in her features but it looks...bad.

"Mr.Kim wants to take Luna from you and taehyung"

"What?!" Disbelief hit you like a brick. it felt like every blood vessel stood frozen in your vains not able to process the words you just heard. "Taehyung is Fighting back but he can only do so much because Mr.kim is still his father after all" vivian tells you with a hint of sympathy for taehyung.

"I don't get it why does he want Luna?" You feel your knees weaken so you take a seat on the rocks that were beside your feet, you feel the world collapsing all around you the moment you sit down.

"I don't know....he-he talked about making her the new weapon and that her being spoiled won't be useful to the mafia- " you interrupt "who is he to get to say that about my daughter?! What fucking weapon?" You yell frustrated feeling the very last bit of patience run out "what did taehyung say back?!" You ask your heart hammering against your ribcage. Did he fight back at all?

"I'm not telling you this so you freak out______! I'm telling you this so you be careful of your next steps! and that you protect Luna! Mr.kim is going to take her and raise her somewhere that not even his own son knows about as if right now he's asking taehyung to give him Luna willingly and taehyung is doing all he can to deny him but I'm not sure how much patience mr.kim has left so ______ you must do something!" Vivian falls to her knees infront of you as you weep softly.

You really could lose your daughter, she would be gone without a trace the thought alone made you tremble.

"What if taehyung is in on it what if he takes our daughter just to please his father!" You cry and vivian shakes her head as she holds your hands in your lap "he's not ______! god if you can only hear how angry he was at his own father! he loves Luna too much to give her away ...I even think he loves you because I heard him yell after he kicked mr.kim out of his office that he'll hunt down whoever comes for you or Luna"

Your eyes widen, taehyung kicked out his dad? Vivian picked up on your shocked expression and nodded "yes he did, he couldn't tolerate him I guess"

You look up at her sniffling "really?" Vivian smiles "Taehyung is with you not against you" you shake your head "I don't know V, he was once my boss I just can't see him being good towards me or that he cares about me I just can't-" you wip away your nose and the tears that fell helplessly from your red eyes as you stand up dusting your jeans looking away from her eyes.

You hated feeling helpless you hated crying and you hated that you didn't know what to do next.

"Taehyung is difficult but Luna is his baby...his own blood! I don't think he'll ever give her away" vivian replies back trying to ease your worries but you can't be calmed you feel the adrenaline pick up and your mind won't stop racing with thoughts, bad dark twisted thoughts.

"I'm not saying this because I'm his right hand but taehyung is doing so much to prevent you and his daughter from getting hurt" you turn around to face her once again, you stayed quiet not knowing what to say, your tounge was tied you couldn't speak even if you wanted to " you never realized it or took it into consideration" vivian smiled sympathetically at you "just give him time and he'll show you" she hugs you. You let out a deep breath hugging her back.

You closed your eyes as you remember vividly the first time taehyung started to "protect" you...

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It was a cold January afternoon as taehyung passed back and forth behind his desk his hands on top of each other at the small of his back. Overthinking and trying to come up with ways to prevent you from being exposed to this side of the world again.

A knock sounded at the door "come in" he said loud enough for the people he called over to enter. he heard the footsteps stop near the two chair on each side of his desk he cleared his throat "I want _____ traces to disappear I want you both to make it look like she vanished of the face of this earth do you understand?" Taehyung firmly spoke, his back facing them. He was watching the supply truck unload and he was hiding his nervous state.

"Yes sir!" Vivian nodded quickly. she heard silence on her right side where jimin stood

she turned and nudged him to speak up. he rolled his eyes "we're on it" he finally said ready to turn on his heels and be out of taehyung's office.

Taehyung let out a sigh "You may leave hitman..." he ordered making jimin raise his eyebrows, he couldn't help but send dragers his way. taehyung spoke again "vivian please take a seat" he said while turning his chair over and sitting on it.

Vivian gulped as jimin snickered and took off to start on his mission as the office door closed shut. taehyung turned with his chair to face vivian he sent her a warm smile, oddly she returned it but it felt unsure and forced "you're her best friend so I want you to know if her pregnancy is troubling her...she refuse to visit the doctors but I just want to make sure she and my baby are okay" he spoke rubbing his hands together nervously. Vivian was...shocked bureau happy that taehyung isn't as cold as he pretends to be.

You denied visiting the hospital at the early stages of your pregnancy, where most people were worried about their pregnancy but you; you just couldn't stand the thought of going to the doctors with taehyung. Not only you had a phobia from hospitals but you also had a semi phobia of taehyung himself. So you rejected him every time he offered to take you to check on the baby.

"I don't think she's in any pain sir I just saw her enter the training room-" vivian informs him speaking with a wary tone, obviously she was aware of the reason why you didn't want to go to the doctors but she can't possibly tell taehyung, at her words his eyes widen with rage "training room!? She'll get hurt!" He immediately stood up from his leather chair to dial a number on his phone the minute he place the phone to his ear the other line answered "kick _____ out of the training room!- tell her I said so" and with that he slammed the phone on the table.

He let out a loud sigh, rubbing his face. frustration and annoyance were drawn on his features the air turned tense and vivian felt so awkward. knowing you you'll lecture her about saying anything to taehyung so she immediately tried to come up with something to cover up your tracks.

"Sir ______ is perfectly okay! I don't see why you had to-" her voice came to a halt when you barged into the office, your eyes if they could, they would have burned the whole building down.

"What the fuck taehyung!" You yelled, you were sweaty and your belly was poking out of your crop top, you glare "I have a mission with jimin in a couple of hours I need to train!" You exclaim.

"No you don't ______ because you're fired!" Taehyung replied back angrily, why couldn't you just understand him and where he's coming from and why he's doing what he's doing, he couldn't tell you so why didn't you pick up on it. It frustrated him. But between him and himself he hated arguing with you.

"What!" You screamed "I'm going weather you like it or not!" You said with a sarcastic smile, he can see how the anger was eating you but he just couldn't risk it, he can't lose you or your baby, right now you were testing him and his patience and that he abouslouty couldn't endure. He stood up from his chair slamming his fists on his desk.

"You're not going and that's final!" He yelled you flinched then huffed in annoyance as you turned on your heels. slamming the door shut loudly behind you.

Vivian shifted in her seat feeling extremely awkward after witnessing your argument with taehyung, no matter how many times she was here when you fought with taehyung and heard it all she still felt extremely uncomfortable. She blames herself for the argument that just happened. And wished she left with jimin or told taehyung she needed the bathroom or something.

Taehyung let out a loud sigh falling back on his chair rubbing his face "have I done the wrong thing?" He asks, vivian didn't know if he was asking her or himself but regardless she cleared her throat "the A23 mission is important and jimin alone won't survive it" she informed taehyung.

Since she was responsible for hacking. the building that was supposed to be ambushed by you and jimin was preoccupied with a lot of the enemy gang members. It would be impossible on jimin to attack alone.

"_____ is in no position to go through with it so jimin has to do for this mission I'll find him a new partner soon...you're excused" taehyung said without giving the mission another spare thought vivian knew taehyung didn't understand how difficult it would be for jimin to go alone.

"But sir the mission- jimin can't go-" she tried to say feeling panicked. "I said he can do it are you questioning my orders?!" Taehyung said abruptly glaring her. vivian flinched as her head hanged low with sadness "no sir" she softly said making her way to the office door closing it shut behind her.

Vivian walked out of the office feeling the fear overflowing she made her way towards jimin to warn him.

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You were in a trance while you drove back to the city, so many emotions took over your mind you couldn't separate your thoughts.

You felt so lost wondering what and how and when, the only thing that was on your mind is your innocent child being torn apart from you into this underground world, you can't help but think of the worst out comes.

Should you talk about it with taehyung? Or should you just run away with her? How far will you go? How far enough do you think taehyung will let you get away?

A loud honk broke you out of your dazed state making you make a sudden turn hitting the breaks of your car suddenly as you jolted from your seat, your head almost hit the glass of the windshield.

You heard the driver of the truck yell incoherent words at you while driving past your car, you let out a loud sigh tucking your hair behind your ears.

You knew overthinking it while you were driving will get you nowhere. so you took deep breaths and turned on the radio to distract you until you got to jimin's apartment. Then you'll think about it however long you wanted.

Focusing on the lyrics of the song that was playing you began to drive carefully.

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You knocked lightly on the hardwood door then moved a bit back waiting for the door to swing open you heard footsteps on the other side and soon enough the door creeks open, jimin's head poked from the side of the door then he smiled warmly when his eyes met yours. opening the door wider stepping aside to let you in.

He placed his pointer finger on his lips "Luna is sleeping" he whispered as you tiptoed inside nodding, you glanced at her briefly then you turned to jimin. the way he was looking at you made your heart flutter inside your chest and you couldn't help but let the feelings you kept grounded out.

You were trying to think of the right words to say as you take off your coat and hang it beside jimin's "thank you for...babysitting her I hope she wasn't a bother" you speak gently he chuckles "never..." he glanced at his arm making your eyes travel to where he was looking at. you giggle when you see colors covering his skin and scribbles "I'm sure she'll be a great artist one day" he jokes as you cover your mouth to suppress your giggles.You spot the wetwipes on the top shelf and make your way towards it then you turn around and walk towards jimin.

Your chests almost touch and you feel the giggles and laughs die down as you examine his arm, the colors were out of the tattoo lines and she littered smiley faces in the empty spots on jimin's arm you couldn't help but smile as you looked over at his arm.

He smiled warmly before he remembered her words 'daddy makes mommy cry' he cleared his throat "she told me..." you look up confused "Luna told me about Taehyung.." you sigh and look away as you start to wip his arm "jimin please don't-" "why are you still with him?!" He asks clearly he has had enough of hiding his emotions and had enough of you sticking around with someone else "because Luna deserves to be happy and taehyung makes her happy" you look up at him and you could see just how angry his eyes were you look away "and you don't?" He asks after a few seconds you stare at him "I'll never be happy...the things I've done...I'll never forgive myself-" you murmur he placed his thumb under your chin lifting your face up "it's in the past _____ it's over and they were bad men they deserved to die if they stayed alive they could have killed innocent people" you shake your head as tears fall from your eyes "we're just as guilty!" You whisper he sighs his hands were placed on your upper arms soothingly rubbing them up and down to calm you down "that doesn't matter now...what matters...to me- is to see you happy"

You look up at him and you can see the tears that he held in his eyes "I am happy as long as you're around" you tell him not caring about the boundaries you two had not giving a fuck that you were married to another man you were in love with jimin, you will always love jimin.

He creased your cheeks with his thumb and leaned forward placing a kiss on your forehead his lips lingered a minute too long before he pulled away, the heat of the moment made you shake nervously, the butterflies in your stomach were going crazy and you couldn't help the smile that broke out on your face. trembling you moved backwards afraid that you won't be able to control yourself if you stayed infront of him like this "it's- it's not coming off" you mutter gesturing towards the colors on his skin.

He laughs "I know, I bought a soap that takes it off it's in the bathroom" he turned around making his way towards the bathroom you followed him closely behind. "I knew how much Luna loves to color in my tattoos so I bought it just in case she comes over" he laughs. His ears turned red feeling slightly embarrassed.

You smile at the thought of him thinking of your daughter while he was grocery shopping alone and buying a soap specifically for when she wants to color his tattoos. Things like this made jimin a much better father figure than taehyung you shake your head at the thought, even though it felt nice but why do you think of jimin like that?

He pulls out the can of soap from the cupboard that was underneath the sink he winks at you before taking off his shirt you gasp when you see she also colored the angle wings tattoo he had on his back "you let her have her way with you too easily don't you?" You laugh shaking your head "how can I not when she has your eyes" he murmurs as the blush on your cheeks creep up turning them into a rosy color.

You squeeze some of the soap onto the towel that was hanging on the side of the sink then you start to scrub his arm, the colors run down with the soap in the sink.

your legs were starting to hurt from standing for too long he sees how you shift your weight from one leg to another so he pulls you by your waist and lifts you up on the counter. you yelped when you felt his warm palms on your waist lifting you up until your bum was on the countertop.

"That's better" he smiles moving the strands of your hair that had fallen on your face behind your ear, your face felt too hot and your heart was hammering against your ribcage. You used all your might to not wrapp your legs around his waist and let him have his way with you however he wanted. you didn't know that he is thinking of the same thing.

You look away from his piercing stare. drifting your attention to his arm as you moved further down, in the corner of your eye you saw a scar on his hip. you look up at him because you knew he was staring at your every move, with a confused gaze "where did you get this from?" You ask as your finger carefully grazes it. He looks at it the he sighs "Mission A23" he replies softly looking away from you "they outnumbered me" your head hangs low with sadness you can't imagine how he must have felt going alone. If you went with him he wouldn't have been hurt.

And the fact that taehyung probably hid the news of him getting hurt from you and probably ordered everyone to keep their mouth shut about the mission made your blood boil.

You felt this fire crawl up your body, your throat tightened "I'm so sorry" the tone of your voice made it clear that you were trying to suppress your tears, in that moment the hatred you had for taehyung rose up to the surface leaving a bitter taste in your mouth as regret consumes you, if you only fought taehyung and went with jimin he wouldn't have been hurt.

Jimin looks at you with admiration and runs his fingers through your hair he hears your sniffles at that he chuckles. You still cared about him? He lifts your head up gently making you look deeply into his eyes "I'm okay...it's alright" he reassures you but that only makes you break down more.

You just couldn't handle the weight of it all, living with taehyung and taehyung's father wanting to take your daughter and the fear of being caught by another mafia, everything you were pushing away started to pour out you felt so overwhelmed, you curled up on the counter and started to sob.

Jimin felt confused and concerned but moved quickly to shut the bathroom door so Luna doesn't wake up.

"______ what's wrong? You're freaking the hell out of me!" Jimin says in frustration looking at your figure curled up. the sound of your cries was agonizing.

"It hurts!...make it stop-please I can't do this anymore-" he pulls you towards him by your thighs. burying your head in his chest, he feels you shake against him as he hush your cries while he rubs your back "talk to me...tell me what's wrong" his heat was breaking he hated seeing you cry.

You don't speak for awhile you just cry against his chest. your arms wrapped around his waist hanging onto him for dear life. You felt like if you let go of him he'd vanish. it was only a few minutes before you found the strength to speak again "Taehyung" was the only word you could say, you lost all of your energy with the tears that fell.

You sigh and pull away jimin turns on the water faucets wiping your face with the lukewarm water gently. he nods for you to continue."they want to take Luna from me..." you cried. Jimin froze in his place your words seemed to have broken something in him because his eyes turned colder, angerer.

So the rumors were true?

"what the fuck are they on to now?" He tugs on his hair pacing in front of you as you wip your face with the end of the towel you used minutes ago. You look at him and he looks so livid.

He looks at you briefly then looks away. biting his lip as silence takes over the small bathroom both of you had no idea what to say he slides down the titled wall and you lean against the wall behind you.closing your eyes, your eyelids felt so heavy from sobbing earlier, vivian's words never left your mind they played over and over again like a broken record.

It felt suffocating not being able to know what to do, because your fear of taehyung was far more worse than what his dad is capable of doing, even though he threatens to take Luna away taehyung won't let him get far or anywhere near her at all.

Or so that was what your mind was trying to believe because you have no idea what you're going to do.

You glance down at jimin, he looks deep in his thoughts, concerned you decided to break the silence "penny for your thoughts?" your voice sounded horse and barely audible.

He looks up at you licking his lips before looking away from your eyes again "you won't like it" your eyebrows furrow as you hop off the counter sitting down in front of him placing your hands on top of his "try me" you couldn't say that with your whole chest you were still uneasy about what he might suggest "let's take Luna and runaway" he tells you.

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[lil-papaya-tifosi]

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Admin: Dezzy

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Word count: 3782

Warnings: Voyeurism, masturbation, oral sex (m receiving), sub/dom themes, lotsa dirty talk, unprotected sex, choking

Summary: Working in an office monitor room can get pretty boring, but when your friend and co-worker decides to make things interesting, does he go too far?

Nothing ever happens in this goddamned office. You're not even sure why they need a security monitor to watch over the cameras, but here you are, sat in a dark room on the bottom floor of Park & Co., wasting your life away as you watch over the monitors. You see the usual employees doing their everyday work, same old same old. Your eyelids grow heavy as you stare at the screens, feeling as if you might doze off out of boredom. You look at the clock and read 12:25, which means any minute they should-

As if on cue, there's a knock on the door, and you excitedly rush over, your regularly scheduled company very welcome. A large smile spreads across your face as you pull open the door, being met with a smiling Taehyung holding a bag of snacks from the upstairs vending machine. This was your lunch every day since you were always too lazy to make lunch in the morning. However, as he comes in and sits in his usual spot on the ground, you notice something, or rather someone, missing.

"Where's Hobi?" You ask, raising an eyebrow before closing the door. "Oh, he said he had to do something and then he'd be in. Now hurry up and pick what you want before I pick, I'm starving." Taehyung replies as he dumps the contents of the bag onto the floor. You nod, sitting down on the floor and humming to yourself as you pick out three snacks for yourself. "So, you see anything interesting on the cameras today?" He asks, opening up a bag of chips. "Is there ever anything interesting?" You chuckle, rolling your eyes. "Well, Minyong spilled coffee all over herself and cried." He tells you, making you laugh. "I must've fallen asleep then. Damn, I can't believe I missed that." You giggle.

You loved this time of day, when you could just relax with your best friends. From your first week here, Hoseok had been super friendly to you, and when Taehyung joined on as an intern, he was recruited as well to make your little group.

"Sorry I'm late, Namjoon wanted my opinion on some paperwork." The door pushes open, Hoseok walking in. "Aw, you guys picked without me?" He pouts, making you smile. "Yup. You're left with the veggie chips, a Slim Jim, and a cookie at least." Taehyung says and Hoseok takes his seat. "Well, at least there's a cookie." Hoseok sighs as he opens up the wrapper.

You listen as they talk about boring work stuff, your eyes wandering over to the monitor. "Oh, hey, Y/N. I heard a rumor that two of the newbies keep disappearing into the storage room on floor eleven together. Have you seen anything?" Hoseok asks. "What the hell? No I haven't seen it. Damn! Why do I keep missing everything exciting?" You pout. "Exciting? Seeing two people go into a closet isn't that exciting. If there was a camera in the closet though, that would be fun." Taehyung chuckles. "You're right. But sadly, no camera in the closets." You reply, Hoseok raising an eyebrow at you.

"Sadly? What, do you wanna see people fucking in the office? Y/N, are you a voyeur?" Hoseok mockingly gasps, the accusation brining a light pink tint to your cheeks. "I-I never, you know, I never said that I-" "Holy shit she is." Taehyung cuts you off, gasping. "I didn't say that!" You throw a bunched up wrapper at him. "Honestly, Y/N, that's pretty hot. We won't make fun of you for that." Hoseok shrugs, and you can't tell if he's being honest or not. "You won't, but I will." Taehyung corrects him, causing you both to roll your eyes.

Lunch being over hours ago, you lean back in your chair, back to boring work as you watch over the monitor. You start to look at that supply closet door more often, wondering if the rumor is true. So far, nothing. Just the same old boring office. You look around and see Taehyung at his desk, throwing tiny paper balls at Jungkook at the desk across from him. You shake your head at your friend as you look for the other one. Spotting the bright red hair, you notice Hoseok looks a bit uncomfortable, shifting in his seat and, pulling at his pants a little. Maybe the pants he was wearing were too tight? But, they didn't look too tight when he came in for lunch.

You watch as he licks his lips and looks around, his hand running over his pants again. He stands up, fixing himself once more before hurrying to the break room on his floor, locking the door behind him. He closes the blinds in the room, looking quiet suspicious. What the hell is he doing? He grabs a chair from a table and sits down, his body facing away from the door, but towards your camera. He licks his lips and looks around again, and you wonder what he'd doing, until his hand runs over his pants again, and you finally realize the bulge in his tight slacks.

He starts to loosen his tie, his head falling back somewhat dramatically. Once his tie is undone, he starts to slowly work on the buttons of his shirt, his toned abdomen slowly being revealed to you. You knew he was hot, he and Taehyung were both incredibly attractive men, but seeing him like this, his shirt now completely undone, his abs on full display, your breath hitches as your tongue runs over your lips.

No. You can't do this. You can't watch this. You can't watch as your best friend does, whatever he's doing. It just seems, wrong. But, even though you feel wrong, you can't tear your eyes away, watching as he palms himself again, his hips raising to meet his touch as his head falls back. You feel dirty as you watch his slim fingers work on his belt, his hand reaching into his underwear, and you gasp as he pulls out his cock. You never in a million years thought you'd see your friend like this, his hand wrapped around his impressive length, yet here you are, watching as your panties start to get uncomfortably wet.

The first pump has his mouth hung open, and you only wish you had audio, wondering if he was actually making any noise. His voice is so soothing normally, his sounds and whispers must be so nice. You wonder again if you should really be watching him, doing something so dirty. He looks up, directly at the camera, giving a small smirk that you know very well. He does that sly smirk every dirty comment and smooth pick up line he gives you. The teasing flirting. That's all you thought it was, just friendly banter. But, did he have other intentions?

You continue to watch, your fingers twitching and your thighs rubbing together as he loses himself, eyes shut, head back, his mouth hung open as he starts to pump himself faster. You couldn't help it. You loved watching. Seeing a person so vulnerable, succumbing to their desires and getting lost in pleasure. You're practically drooling as his hips move, his cock fucking into his hand, his moves getting a bit sloppy. His teeth capture his bottom lip as his free hand runs through his hair, pushing it back. You start to wonder what it'd be like to be in that room, to be able to touch him, hear him, taste him...

His head falls back once more, his face flushed as he releases, his cum landing on his abdomen, his hips slowing down as he relaxes back into the chair, catching his breath. Once he's calmed down he tucks himself back into his pants, grabs a tissue to clean off his stomach and chest, and fixes his shirt and tie before taking out his phone. What is he doing now? At that moment, your phone pings, a text coming through. He takes one more look at the camera, winking before he exits the break room. You're speechless as you reach for your phone, reading the text you received.

Hoseok: I hope you enjoyed the show 😉

After the little show Hoseok put on for you, you couldn't even look him in the eye without turning pink. It's been almost a week and still you stutter when you speak to him and avoid eye contact as much as possible. You can't help but think back to how good he looked, and you can't stop yourself from thinking more about him. You want him, bad, and you think he knows it. Even now, as you make small talk with Taehyung, you can feel Hoseok's eyes on you, making your heart race.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot, I have to talk to Namjoon about something. I'm supposed to meet him outside. I'll see you guys later." Hoseok says, standing up. "Oh, alright. We still on for tonight?" Taehyung asks, you assuming they have some guys night planned. "Yeah man. I'll see you then. Bye, Y/N." Hoseok smiles at you before leaving. Taehyung starts to say something, but you jump up too. "I have to run to the restroom. I'll be back in a few." You tell him before hurrying out, leaving him by himself.

When you come back, you find the room empty, and assume Taehyung left to go back to his cubicle. You move to sit back down at your desk, but a knock on the door stops you. Sighing, you go to open the door, and are surprised to Hoseok standing there, running his fingers through his hair. "Hey." He smirks, confusing you. "Hey, I thought you were going to talk to Namjoon." You raise an eyebrow at him. "Yeah, I did. He just wanted to make plans to go out this weekend. Where's Taehyung?" He asks, stepping into the room while rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess he went back to his desk. He was gone when I got back." You tell him as you close the door.

Now alone with him, tension sets in the room like a thick mist. Your heart races as he smirks, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall. "So, since we're alone, I wanted to talk to you." He says, catching you a bit off guard. "Uh, yeah? About what?" You ask, trying to keep your cool, but your voice failing you. He notices, moving closer to you. You look towards the ground, but your view is blocked by his body as he stands directly in front of you, his hands moving to gently grip the back of your arms. "I think you know what I want to talk about, sweetheart." He says, his voice deeper, sending a chill through you. "Um, I-I don't, um, know what-" "Did you watch?" He cuts you off. You continue to look away, your silence giving him his answer. "Did you enjoy it?"

You bite your bottom lip, the images replaying in your head for the millionth time. You give a small nod is what you give him, and he responds with a deep hum, almost like a growl. "Have you been thinking about it a lot?" Another nod is his answer. "Y/N, look at me, sweetheart." He commands softly, and you obey, making eye contact with him for the first time in a week. His eyes are dark, full of lust, his soft lips slightly parted as he smirks down at you. You're so close you can feel his hot breath fanning over your face as his thumbs start to gently caress the back of your biceps. When he leans in closer, you don't try to stop him. Instead, you wait impatiently for him to connect his lips with yours in a light kiss. It's warm and electrifying, but quick as he pulls pulls back, as if he's testing the waters, he looks at your face for confirmation that it was ok.

It's you that kisses him this time, reaching up and pulling him down by the back of his neck, moving your lips against his needily. He groans in response, kissing with more force this time. You moan into him as he bites your bottom lip, deepening the kiss as he slowly walks you backwards, your back hitting the wall. As soon as it does, his hands move to your wrists, grabbing them and pinning them above your head and his tongue explores, and you let him do whatever he wants. It's been quite a bit since you've been with anyone, so you're prepared and eager to accept whatever he does to you. His lips move from your lips down to your neck as his hands leave your wrists in favor of unbuttoning your blouse.

You help him by shrugging it off your shoulders, allowing it to fall to the floor. He wastes no time in grabbing your breasts, kneading them through your bra as he nips at your collarbone, leaving small marks in his wake. You close your eyes, tilting your head back against the wall and gripping his arms as you get lost in his warmth, small, breathy moans escaping your lips. "Hobi." You moan softly, almost a whisper. He growls in response, pulling back and looking down at you with hooded eyes while licking his lips. "I need you, baby. So bad. Wanna help me?" He asks, his thumb caressing your cheek. You nod a bit too eagerly, wondering what he needs and ready to give whatever it is. "Good girl. On your knees."

You comply immediately, dropping to your knees as soon as he gives you room. "So obedient. Are you normally like this, or is it just special for me?" He asks, smirking. You don't respond as he starts to unbuckle his belt, salivating as you remember what you saw over the cameras, excited to finally see it in person. His pants pool around his ankles and he unbuttons his shirt as you reach up, admiring the tent in his boxers as you rub it. "Well? Are you gonna just look or are you gonna do something about it?" He hisses, his harsh tone pushing you into action. You pull down his boxers, letting them join his pants as you watch his cock bounce free. It's longer than you expected, not too thin, with a nice curve to it. Precum already leaks at the angry red head, and you wonder how long he's been hard. You reach up to wrap your hand around it, earning another hiss from him.

Your eyes meet his as you start to pump him, his mouth hung open in relief, giving you the sense of confidence. You continue to pump him slowly for a bit, enjoying the soft moans he lets out before he pushes your hand away, gripping his cock himself. "Open up, baby." He orders. Your jaw hangs slack, your tongue resting flat atop your bottom row of teeth, keeping eye contact with him as he guides his cock to your awaiting mouth. He moans as you wrap your lips around him, pushing himself deeper into your mouth. "Agh, fuck." He mutters, pulling out just to thrust back in. He grabs your hair, starting to slowly fuck into your mouth. You hum around him, earning a loud groan from him.

Your jaw starts to ache, tears stinging your eyes as you keep eye contact with him, trying your best to not gag. "Feels so fucking good baby. Been dreaming about this." He admits, his hair starting to stick to his forehead as his grip on your hair grows tighter. A mixture of drool and his precum starts to spill from the corners of your mouth. His thrusts become sloppy, his groan more frequent as he puts both of his hands in your hair. "Sh-ah, ooo baby. I'm gonna cum." He groans, one last thrust being all it takes to have him spilling into your mouth, the bitter liquid sliding down your throat as you swallow it all after he pulls away. "Did you really do that without me having to tell you?" He asks, you nodding in response. "Holy fuck you're perfect. Standing up and face the wall."

You do as he says, standing and putting your hands flat against the cool surface, arching your back so your ass sticks out. "You're so good, sweetheart. Someone must've trained you well. Lucky guy." Hoseok hums, kneeling down behind you. He cups your ass in both of his hands, gripping it through your pants. "You're soaking through your pants, baby. Why don't we get you out of them?" He stands up, reaching around to unbutton them while placing kisses across your shoulders. Once he gets them undone he pulls them down along with your panties, letting them bundle around your ankles. He reaches under you, palming your pussy, his bare hand making you shiver. "So fucking wet baby. Are you ready?" He asks, sliding a finger across your slit. You nod and whimper in response, desperate for whatever he has to offer you.

You gasp as you feel the tip of his cock brush against your slit, your hips moving back even more in need. He slides it up and down your slit, coating it in your slick as he teases you. "Hobi, please. I need you." You pout, too needy to handle teasing at the moment. "You need me, huh? How much do you need me? Tell me how much you need my cock." He says, continuing his torture. "Mm, fuck I need you so bad, Hobi. I need you to fuck me good and hard until I'm shaking. I've been craving your cock ever since I saw it on the cameras. Please just fu-aaahhhh!" You cry out as he slams into you, cutting off your sentence as his cock stretches you out deliciously. "Fuck, baby. You feel so good." He groans, gripping your hips as he bottoms out.

He starts to thrust slowly, allowing you to adjust before he starts to pick up the pace. The sounds of your moans, his grunts, and skin slapping echoes off the walls of the small room, the heat between your bodies increasing drastically. "Ah, fuck Hoseok." You gasp, overwhelmed by the sensation of his cock sliding along your slick walls. You almost scream as his fingers tangle in your hair, tugging on it harshly to bring you closer to him. "Your pussy feels so good, I already feel like cumming. This is exactly what I imagined when I was jerking myself off. I've wanted you for so fucking long, I couldn't help but imagine how you'd look speared on my cock." He grunts between thrusts, making you go crazy. You've always loved dirty talk, and by the sound of it, he's amazing at it.

His hand leaves your hair in favor of wrapping around your throat, the action making your head spin. It's incredible how you've never actually discussed kinks with him, but he's hitting every one of yours. His other hand reaches around to rub your clit harshly, your walls contracting around him. "Shit. I'm closer than I thought. I'm not cumming first though. Come on, baby. I want you to cum for me." He groans, picking up his pace even more as he abuses your clit. His grip on your throat gets a little tighter as he pounds into you, and you start to feel a little light headed as your body begins to shake, your end quickly approaching. A few more thrusts is all it takes for you to let go, clenching around him as you cum, his name tumbling silently from your lips.

"Ah, shit, fuck!" He cries out, pulling out of you quickly and releasing all over your ass, the warm substance sliding down the back of your thighs. His hands rest on your hips as you both catch your breath, your cheek resting against the wall. "Fuck, that was amazing." He gasped, pushing his hair out of your face. You nod, now exhausted. "Do you have any tissues or anything so I can clean you up?" He asks, you silently pointing to a small table in the corner of the room. He grabs a couple of tissues, you staying still until he wipes everything up, placing a small kiss on the back of your thighs once they're all clean. "You did so well, sweetheart." He smiles, and you blush at the praise. You turn around, your legs slightly wobbly, but you steady yourself with your back to the wall. You finally get to see him, still practically dressed, his bangs sticking to his forehead, his cheeks flushed. He still looks incredible.

He fixes his clothes, making sure everything is buttoned and zipped before helping you back into your own clothes. "So, you think we can do this again sometime?" He smirks, walking over to your desk. "Definitely." You smile back. He pulls the desk chair out and stops, looking down under the desk and smirking deviously. "Well, sweetheart. Looks like you aren't the only voyuer in this group." He says, confusing you until he pulls the chair out completely, revealing a scrunched up Taehyung hiding under your desk. "Oh my god!" You cry out, hiding your body even though you're already dressed. "H-Hi, Y/N." He stutters, not bothering to crawl out, knowing very well you'll beat him when he does. "What the hell are you doing here? I thought you were back at your desk!" You shout.

"Well, I wasn't. Once you left to use the restroom I hid under here so I could scare you when you came and sat down, but then you came back, and so did Hoseok, and, well..." He trails off, you obviously knowing what he meant. "But, you could've like, said something instead of just watching!" You pout, not realizing until afterwards how that sounded. "Wait, do you mean if I said something, you would've let me join?" He smiles, wiggling his eyebrows. "No chance in hell, kid. Now get out of here so I can spend a little more time with my lady." Hoseok says, giving the younger male a slight kick in the leg. "Ow! Fine! I'm going!" Taehyung cries, crawling out from under the desk and hurrying out of the room.

Hoseok takes a seat in the desk chair, smiling at you and patting his lap. You bounce over to him, gladly taking your seat as you lean back against him. "So, your 'lady', huh? Is that what I am now?" You giggle. "If you wanna be. What do you say, sweetheart? Wanna be mine?"

[stella-maria7]

THE UNTAMED FAN FIC: DARKNESS & LIGHT

PROLOGUE

500 years ago…

Lan Jingyi was a righteous and capable young general that was well-respected by all the people in Guanting. He was just twenty-five years old but he had led armies to wars more than he could remember. And he always brought back victory. Never had he ever lost a single war in his life. Not until one day when he experienced the very first as well as the very last defeat from the group of peculiar foreign intruders he had never thought existed in the world. Vampires.

Spitting silver blood from his mouth, he kneeled on the blood-soaked ground through the support of his sword that was digging deep into the ground. He peered at the discarded bodies, who were once his fellow soldiers, all around him. Each corpse had their neck ripped open, face and body paled from losing all the blood to the creatures in front of him. The side of his neck had two blood-dripping holes that resulted from having two fangs inserted.

“From now on, you’ll be turning into one of us. The very kind that you despise so much.” Said the man who was their leader. “Live a life hating yourself boy. You have so much time on your hand. Just take it slow.”

“I’ll... just... kill... myself.” Jingyi struggled with each word as his body grew weak.

“Oh no. You can’t kill yourself you know. That is another curse for us vampires. Suicide is impossible. And we are one of the high-levelled vampires, meaning that we are hard to kill. Even by the same kind vampires. Only one sacred object can kill us, but I don’t think I am stupid enough to tell you.” Said a female vampire with long, blond hair. “But since you’re handsome, let me give you a tip. Your curse can be lifted and you’ll become human again.”

A tall, black-haired female vampire, who wore beads around her head and dangled it down her silky hair as a part of the hair ornament, walked towards him and placed her palm on his head. She closed his eyes and focused as if she was trying to read something from him.

“Oh no. She is doing it again. Why does she always give out divination for free?” complained the blond-haired vampire.

Once the black-haired vampire opened her eyes, she said. “Until a boy with a unique blood spilled his sapphire-blue blood, willingly, on your heart would your curse be lifted.” Then, she looked down at him, her eyes showing pity. “But remember, once the curse is lifted, you’ll undergo another cruel suffering that was worse than this curse itself.”

“Is there even a thing worse that this curse?” Jingyi sneered at the answer.

“Never underestimate the pain of a broken-heart.”

And that was all he could hear before the venom of their fangs started spreading through his veins, bringing a gut-wrenching pain that consumed all of his consciousness and only fed him back darkness.

For the rest of his life.

Present time...

Lan sizhui, a boy widely known for being the luckiest one in the world and also the adoptive son of the Lan conglomerate, was sitting in the back of the black limousine. Tonight was the graduation party night for all high school graduates. It should be one happy night but he didn't feel happy at all. Because tomorrow, he would be on a plane to The United States to further his study.

He knew it was his duty as an only heir to strive for the best, but for some reasons, he didn't want to be away from home. He had been alone before in the orphanage, and the feeling of having to live alone again brought back his past fear. However, he didn't tell this to his parents. Because he knew once he said it, they would change their mind and cancel his studying abroad immediately. Sizhui wanted to be as filial as he could so he had to overcome this fear. Of course, he was going to miss his papa's bright smile and his father's voice. But he was a grown up now.  It was time for him to act like one. 

Ring, ring

He took out his phone from the his pocket and checked the caller ID. He smiled brightly and picked up. "Hello Papa"

"A-yuan, are you there yet?" Wei Wixian asked his son.

"Not yet. But I think I will be arriving soon."

"OK. Text me when you get there alright? And don't stay out too late cuz you'll be on the plane early tomorrow."

"Yes, papa."

Wei Wuxian sighed. "I miss you already. How am I to survive without you for all those years?"

"You'll be fine, papa. Father will always accompany you."

"Lan Zhan? Huh” Wei Wuxian hissed under his breath. “He was so busy managing the company lately especially after signing that partnership. I could barely see him unless we are doing our everyday.”

Sizhui coughed at the word our everyday. He knew exactly what that keyword meant. He was so glad he was alone in the car that no one could see his blushing face.

“Oops. Sorry I blurted out R-Rated stuff to a kid.” Wei Wuxian fake his apologize. 

“Papa, I am no longer a kid. I am eighteen now.”

Wei Wuxian echoed his pretended sniff over the line. “Yeah, yeah, my A-yuan is eighteen now. He’s an adult. He no longer needs his parents.”

“Papa please. I will always in need of you both.”

“Even after you are married and have kids of your own?”

“Papa!” SIzhui blushed even more.

“Alright, alright. You must nearly be there now. No more talking. Enjoy your party. Just don’t forget to text me once you arrive, alright?”

“Yes, papa. Goodbye.”

Once the line was dead, Sizhui looked at the black screen on his phone and smiled. How lucky he was to have such a caring parents. He put the phone on the car seat next to him and stared out the car window. Something wasn’t right. The road was getting quieter and darker. Surely not a route to the party place. He picked up the car's phone and rang his chauffeur to ask if they were lost. But the man said that the usual road was under construction so they had to take a detour, and the GPS provided him this path. Sizhui thanked his driver and put down the phone. He continued to stare at the dark view outside the window when suddenly the car screeched and came to an abrupt stop.

“Young master Lan, there is a body of a man blocking our path.” The driver asked through the car’s phone.

“Body of the man?” Sizhui was worried about that person. He must had been severely injured to lie down in the middle of the road like that. “Let’s go and help him.” Both of them get out of the car and left the car’s engine running so they could use the headlights to illuminate the dark street.

There, in the middle of the street, a man in long, black-hair was lying still on the ground. Sizhui ran faster and reached the man before his driver did. He touched the body and was so shocked that the man was as cold as ice. He placed two fingers above the philtrum to check whether the man was still breathing or not, and was relieve to know that he still did. He shook the man gently but the man didn’t move at all. Without further delay, he reached out for his phone to call for help when he realized he’d left it in the car. He then turned to the driver who was now kneeling next to him. “Mr. Zin, please hurry to the car and call 911. This man needed help from the paramedics as fast as possible.”

The driver nodded his head and ran back to the car. As Sizhui was left alone, he checked to see if there were any injury on the man but he found none, despite the clothes was tattered in lot of places. He wondered how the man breathed when there was no movement on his chest at all. Absentmindedly, he placed his palm over the man’s left chest to feel his heart. Instantly, the man opened both of his eyes revealing silver pupils that were as sharp as blades and slapped Sizhui’s hand away. The man’s strength was so strong that his slap sent Sizhui flying a couple of steps away.

Sizhui braced the fall using his hands, scraping them to the road. He winced in pain at the impact but tried his best to get up. When he was back to his feet, he looked to the spot where he was sent flying from only to realize that the man was no longer there. He turned around to search for him but he was nowhere in sight. 

“Young master Lan, I have called 911 and they said they’d be here to pick up the man in…” the driver trailed off when he no longer saw the man. “Huh, where did he go?”

“I am sorry Master Zin but look like you’ll have to make call again to cancel the ambulance.” Sizhui said with a smile.

“Did he just got up on his own and walk away?”

“Seems like it.”

Standing with his mouth hung open, the driver murmured to himself as he was walking to the car “I hope we are not seeing a ghost.”

Sizhui stared at that spot one last time before he turned around and walked to his car. As he walked, he sensed something dripping from his fingers. He lifted his left hand up to see blue liquids ran in rivulets from his wrist to his fingertips. He must had had injured himself during the fall back then.

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, he wrapped it tight at the wound to conceal it and continued his walk.

Yes, he was born with a unique sapphire-blue blood.

[emoyeosang]

sunsets ♡ (san fluff)

you guys this is my very first fic, please be nice to meeeee ~

Word Count: 1,815

♡

It had been quite literally the most stressful week you've had in awhile. You've been working overtime at the cafe and spending wisely to save up and move to Seoul to be with your best friend who left 2 months prior. You were both offered to be accepted into an amazing dance company but you unfortunately didn't have enough money to leave right away like your best friend, Miya did. She offered to stay behind and wait until you could go together but you refused in fear of holding her back just because you weren't the best at managing your money. So here you were two months later working yourself too hard and barely enjoying anything you used to. No dancing, no painting, no listening to music or just walking in your favorite park as the sun was setting.

It's was about 5 pm and though you wanted to stay on the clock longer, your manager who was usually very strict, noticed that you looked extremely exhausted. She told you to take the rest of the day off and take it easy so you would be well rested and energized for your next shift. It was very unlike her to do something like this so you realized it was probably for the best. You finished your side work duties, clocked out and made your way outside for the short walk home.

As you began walking, an overwhelming urge to stay out a little longer came to you when you noticed the sun was soon to set and the sky was a mix of orange and soft pink. Though your feet disagreed to a longer walk, you ignored the soreness and began a different path to your favorite park.

The air was cool and soothing to your skin and you felt yourself starting to loosen up and relax with every step you took. As you arrived you noticed that it wasn't very crowded as usual and your favorite spot under a tall oak tree was calling to you. The spot was on a small hill and always made the best view for sunsets. You'd find yourself at this spot often when you needed to get away from everything or when you wanted inspiration whether it be for your paintings or dancing. This was the place that felt so much like home to you. As you sat down on the soft patch of grass near the tree you all of a sudden began to feel emotional. You were drained and unhappy. You had been avoiding those feelings for months but something about sitting there made you feel everything at once and so heavily. Maybe it was because this was the only place you felt at ease, even if it would only last awhile.

The sun was beginning to set and the sky never looked so beautiful. The wind gently caressed your face as you sat quietly feeling waves of emotions come and go when you sensed someone approaching near you. Being someone who mostly traveled alone you felt a surge of anxiety for a split second before you turned to face the stranger. He seemed to be nervous and held a quite worried expression on his soft features. As he slowly bent down to your level you noticed just how beautiful he was. You could barely process what was going on when he finally spoke.

"I-I'm very sorry to bother you but I just wanted to make sure you were okay."

For whatever reason you suddenly didn't know how to speak words. All you could focus on was how soft he spoke and how handsome he was. When you saw his worried expression grow you finally answered

"Ah...yes i'm okay. It's just been a tough few weeks."

After hearing you finally speak his features began to soften.

"Do you mind if I sit here with you for awhile? The view looks the prettiest from this spot but if that makes you uncomfortable, I will leave you alone right away."

"No, that's okay. I don't mind at all." you managed to get out. Something about him made you feel at ease and you couldn't seem to stop looking at him. He seemed to notice and smiled softly at you. That's when your heart fell into the bottom of your stomach. His smile. Dimples so prominent and his eyes smiled along with the curve of his lips. The sunset truly had nothing on his smile.

"What's your name?" he said still smiling at you.

"My name is Y/n."

"Ah, what a cute name. I like it. It fits you well! My name is San." he replied shyly.

"I apologize again if I'm bothering you but you just... I just wanted to make sure you were okay. I usually don't just walk up on strangers, I promise."

"You're not bothering me, I just wasn't expecting it. Thank you for checking in on me and I-I like your name too." you smiled softly but mentally cursed yourself for stuttering. He seemed relieved that he wasn't intruding and turned to look at the sky for a moment and then he looked back at you.

"I also apologize for my english. I'm not fluent but I've been practicing everyday." he said hesitantly. You hadn't really noticed because he spoke so well but he did have a tiny accent you were unfamiliar with and you thought it was cute.

"You sound really good though! Where are you from, if you don't mind me asking?" You wanted to know more about him but didn't want to seem too eager.

"I'm from South Korea. I'm here with my group members for a week to train. Today we managed to finish a bit early so I thought I would explore around a bit."

"Group members? Are you guys dancers?"

You were really interested to learn more about San. He was making you feel something you couldn't quite understand yet.

"You could say that." he smiled cutely and you felt your heart do that thing again. His expression quickly changed to a more concerned one and he seemed to think carefully before he spoke.

"Y/n...I was wondering if I could learn more about you or maybe just listen. If you need to talk. I thought you were crying earlier and I didn't want you to feel like you were alone. Even though I'm a stranger I'd like to make you feel better if I can."

"I'd like that. You can ask me anything" you said smiling warmly at him letting him know you really meant it.

"Hmmm, tell me your favorite f-" he began but was cut off by his phone going off. He looked at his screen, seeming a bit disappointed before looking back at you.

"My members need me to head back for dinner soon." he sighed and you could tell he didn't want to leave.

"That's okay. I should probably head home before it gets too late."

"Should I walk with you? It's getting dark and you shouldn't be walking alone this late." he said worryingly.

"No that's okay! I was actually going to take a cab just to be safe." you smiled at him.

"Okay then I'll wait with you until they get here." You nodded and for the next ten minutes you two walked around as he tried to get to know you. You told him how you wanted to be a choreographer in the future and how you loved to paint and draw. He listened to you so intently never looking away and smiling at how you spoke with so much passion about the things you wanted to do. You were just finishing telling him some of your favorite foods when your cab arrived. As he walked you over, you began to feel a little worried. Talking to San made you feel light and at ease. He was genuinely interested in what you were telling him and every time he smiled at you, you thought you might melt. Is it normal to feel this way towards someone you just met? What if you never see him again? He seemed to notice that you were thinking about something and softly called out to you.

"Hey," he said as his eyes carefully studied your face "I was wondering if...if I could maybe give you my number? I won't be here much longer but I'd like to spend more time with you before I go." He was being so shy. It was fucking adorable.

You smiled and gave him your phone so he could type in his number. Before he gave it back to you he lifted it in front of his face and took the cutest selfie and you thought you might stop breathing right then and there.

"Will you text me when you get home so I know you're safe?" he smiled as he handed your phone back to you.

"Of course I will. Thank you for listening to me. I don't talk about myself much so I hope it wasn't too..." before you could even finish he gently grabbed your hand.

"Seriously Y/n, I could listen to you talk for hours. I'm glad I had the courage to speak with you and see you smile. You looked so sad earlier and I just felt like I needed to listen to you." You could barely remember how to breathe. His hand felt so soft and warm and he looked so genuine. He meant what he was saying to you and you couldn't help but smile.

He opened the cab door for you and didn't let go of your hand until you were fully inside. "Don't forget to message me when you get home safely." he smiled. Why was his smile so bright?

"I won't forget, I promise" you assured him as the driver started the car. It was time to go but you didn't want to. You were just looking at each other for a moment before he softly said goodbye to you and closed the door.

As promised once you got inside your apartment and let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, you pulled out your phone and searched for his contact. He put his name in your phone as 'San☀️' and you thought he couldn't get and cuter until you saw the selfie he had taken for his contact picture. It was a good thing he couldn't see your face because you were positive you were smiling dumbly and your cheeks were burning.

"Hey San :) it's Y/n. I'm home safely! I hope you got home okay as well."

Not even a minute later and your phone buzzed making you jump a little.

"I'm so happy you got home okay. I did as well, don't worry :)Thank you for today. Please get some rest and I'll message you tomorrow okay? I'm glad I met you, Y/n. You have a beautiful smile. Sweet dreams."

[queenlifesupport]

Teenage Nights (Ben! x Y/N)

I was feeling kinda down and wanted to write something cute and not requested, it ain’t long but if you guys want more of this story, I’ll happily write more! Enjoy! (might have typos its like 3 am and I'm tired)

Words : 1,237

Warnings : None 

"I can't stop thinking about you." His accent was thick as he talked deeply. That was the first sentence spoken after I lazily answered my ringing phone that sat on the corner of my nightstand.

"Ben, it's 3 in the morning. You can't just call me this early." My argument was muffled by a groggy yawn.

"Baby, I can call you whenever I like, you don't have to reply though." I had known Ben had a crush on me for a while but just recently, he's been more open about it. I couldn't deny I felt feelings towards him, I just wasn't sure a relationship would be the best option right now. Both of us had just graduated from high school and now searched for what our lives would look like, we would always be in each others lives due to being lifelong friends. I didn't want to ruin what we had by going out.

"Shut up. What is it that you want?" I spread out on my bed, sort of posing like a star, the cool sheets felt relaxing against my exposed arms and legs.

"Let me in." I had replied with a confused what? "Open your window and let me in."

"You do know my parents aren't home for the week, right? I could just let you in through the front door."

"This is more romantic, love." I rolled my eyes with a smirk, requesting him to hold on as I arose from the king sized bed. I only wore a tight fitting spaghetti-string tank top that rested like a crop top along with my black lace panties, the heat in the summer was unbearable in the house. I shuffled over to the window in the pitch dark, opening the window upon request, and there he was sitting with his legs hanging off the side of the roof with his back facing me. He had turned around to peak at me with his loving smile. That smile always sent butterflies crazy in my stomach, it took every nerve in my body to not just grab onto him and kiss him. "Good morning." He continued to look at me, his eyes darting around to different viewing points on me.

"Are you coming in? Or are you gonna jump?" I crossed my arms, admiring him. He wore a perfect grey fitting tee-shirt, it highlighted his biceps perfectly, along with dark blue skinny jeans. He looked handsome in anything he wore, sometimes I wondered what he'd look like with nothing on.

"I'd rather jump into bed with you." He shot me a wink, scooting himself back and then climbing his way into my bedroom through the white windowsill. He was a stumbling mess as he regained  his balance, both of us laughed at the experience. "Well I'm in." He laughed slightly, then placing an unexpected kiss on my forehead. I stood still by the opened aperture as he made his way to the right side of my bed, slipping his shoes off then his shirt and his pants too. He was now only standing in his black boxer briefs, I hadn't even acknowledged myself looking him up and down slowly. "You going to join me or just stand there?"

"You seem up to something, Hardy." I now accompanied him on the edge of my bed. He stood towering over me, we only located from each other just a few inches, I'm sure he could feel my warm and uneven breath. He used one of his clamy hands to brush back a piece of my hair, tucking it behind my ear. He knew that made me weak, anything he did made me weak.

"You're always so nervous around me, you'd think at this point you'd be better." He then faced his back towards the bed and jumped back, now laying down as he looked at me.

"You'd think after being rejected so much, you'd give up." I decided to lay on my stomach, holding up my head with my two hands as my elbows were dug into the mattress. Our sides were touching, it was comfortable being so close to him.

"Don't pretend you don't feel the same way about me." It was quite obvious we both liked each other, I didn't mind him knowing I just feared it would change our friendship. "Why are you so hesitant to be with me?" His voice rang after a small moment of shared silence. One of my hands now played with his soft blonde hair, he was the most delicate work of art I had ever seen, his skin was smooth as if it was kissed by mother earth herself. Everything he said made waves roar in the ocean, everything he touched turned to pure love, everything he loved was beautiful and meaningful. He was like an angel sent to earth, mistakingly falling in love with the randomest girl. With him I felt like I was in my personal Garden of Eden.

"Aren't you afraid of things changing if we were romantically together?" I spoke in a smokey like tone.

"How so?" One of his eyebrows slightly rose.

"What if we broke up? I would still love to be your friend, I just fear how you feel. I'm afraid of ruining our friendship, I love the two of us together." Thinking about my fears towards getting together made me realize there wasn't much to fear.

"I love the two of us together too, Y/N. But I want to be able to love you to the fullest, romantically and whatever else comes along. I would never leave you, even if we broke up but I absolutely know we wouldn't." His testify made me think. Everything felt suddenly so rushed, I couldn't keep track of my frantic heartbeat in my chest. "I love you with every pulsing vein in my body, every single thing about you takes my breath away."

“Will you love me like this forever?” My voice was hushed, I was surprised he could even hear me.

"I could never not love you." His tone matched mine.

"Then kiss me and promise me a forever.” I saw his bright smile form in the dark ambience surrounding us, even in the dark he was still radiant. He sat up slightly, only high enough to reach my lips, we were so close to having our lips actually touch. I wanted to take in every aspect of the moment, I had never kissed him before, this was special no matter how hard I tried to deny it. I could feel his smile against mine, I think we were both hesitant to lean closer. I suddenly got the courage to finally kiss him, his lips matched mine, moving together perfectly. His lips were much softer than they appeared which was crazy, everyday I saw him all I could think about was how delicate they looked. It drove me slightly insane knowing my lips were finally interlocked with his, I didn't have to fend off anything I had for him at this point. He pulled away after a few minutes of soft kissing, I felt much different after, I felt like it was right.

"Y/N Y/L/N, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on." Our foreheads touched as he breathily said his sentence. "Inside and out." I bit my lip in admiration.

"Can I be honest?" I inquired.

"Go for it, baby." He made me swoon.

"I love you."

"And I love you too, princess."

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1.1.8 HALLOWEEN NIGHT 10:46 PM

Haddonfield, Illinois

Lightning blew up the sky over Reincourt Park...or “The Playground” as the local kids called it. Brad Doyle sat on a swing-set and licked the edge of a blunt before he used his thumbs and fore fingers to roll it up tight. He purveyed his handiwork with a smile, and then licked the seam once more for good measure before reaching in his pocket and fishing out his lighter. It was his favorite one, black with green glow-in-the-dark skulls. He flicked the metal wheel with his thumb, producing a tongue of fire, and passed the flickering flame over the seam to seal it off tight. There was no doubt in his mind that Brad was the best blunt roller around, and in his own little world that was really something to be proud of, and he was—he was very proud.

When the lightning flashed and the corresponding clap of thunder echoed through Warren Valley, he flinched a little, squinting up at the sky. To the west (he had no idea what direction he was looking toward, but if were to open the compass app on his phone he would see that it was the west) the stars and the clear pitch black that had dominated the sky all night was giving way to a rolling storm cloud. Light reflected the artificial light of the town below, casting an ominous ashen---almost sickly green---color on the heavens. Brad pulled his cellphone out of his pocket, saw the time, and then pulled up the weather app. The rain was supposed to hold off to between 2 and 4, but looking up at the sky, it didn't seem like that was gonna hold. He switched the home-screen off and replaced the phone in his pocket, and as he looked up, blinking away the blind spot he now had from staring at the bright phone screen in the dark, he saw the two girls emerge from the bushes.

“Whoa!” He said, catching sight of Kyndra and beginning to laugh, “What the fuck happened to you?”

“Shut up Brad” Kyndra replied, she was hugging her bare shoulders with her hands.

“That lightning strike scared the shit out of me,” Zoey said, looking up at the sky.

Brad pointed to his car. Other than his blunt-rolling skills, it was the only other thing he was proud of. An orange 1978 mint condition Ford Mustang, which now sat all by itself in the parking spaces adjacent to the park.

“I have my hoodie in the Mustang if you want it.” He said to Kyndra and then held the blunt up to Zoey, “Check it out,” he said, “maybe my best yet.”

“Thanks,” Kyndra said, and wobbled off toward the truck. She couldn't really walk straight on one stiletto heel.

Brad caught sight of her pants and laughed out loud, “Look...you got like a whole ass cheek hanging out of your pants!”

Kyndra didn't even turn, just held up her right hand with her middle finger standing tall and erect. Zoey leaned forward and inspected the blunt. “Hurry and light it up,” she demanded.

Brad was looking at Kyndra, “Just don't get your lesbo germs on my hoodie!” He called after her. Kyndra held her other hand up...complete with her other middle finger. Zoey punched Brad in the arm.

“Owww..” he giggled, then looked down and brushed the bits of weed, stems, and seeds that hadn't made it into the blunt off the front of his Code Orange shirt. He then put the blunt to his mouth, and his black lighter with the glow-in-the-dark green skulls to the tip. Brad took a long deep draw on it, eyes going wide, and then pulled the blunt away, his cheeks poked out like he was giving his best puffer-fish impersonation. Swallowing, squinting slightly, he passed it to Zoey, exhaling two jets of smoke out of his nostrils like a dragon in a fairytale.

Zoey took a hit off the blunt as Brad applauded. “Hell yeah,” he exclaimed, “that shit is dank! Where did you get that?”

Zoey coughed and held the blunt out away from her. “My friend Pierre is a dishwasher at the new Papagayos Mexican Restaurant.”

Like her high school classmate Leighton Dodge, she didn't pronounce the word right either.

“He gets all this weed from the manager or the owner or something,” she said, “he's in deep with the Mexican drug lords or some shit.”

“No way!” Brad breathed. “You think I could get a job there?”

Zoey shrugged, as Kyndra reappeared, wearing a black Hatebreed hoodie that was way too big for her...but at least it covered her up, even covered most of her butt too. Zoey handed her the blunt.

🎃

About fifteen minutes later, Zoey and Brad lay on their backs on a merry-go-round, looking up at the dark sky which had now gone completely a dark shade of gray-green. The dull flash of heat lightning exploded here and there behind the pulsating clouds, accompanied by soft booms of thunder, countless of hundreds of miles up in the atmosphere.

“They say heat lightning can't hurt you,” Zoey said quietly, breaking the long silence in between them.

“I heard that's bullshit,” Brad said matter-of-factly. “It's the same kind of lightning as regular lightning, it's just point to point between the clouds.”

Zoey giggled, “So we really shouldn't be laying here on this metal merry-go-round?”

Brad smiled, his glazed-over eyes gleaming in the darkness, “Probably not.”

It was at that moment that Zoey realized that her girlfriend was no longer on the merry-go-round with them. It could have been marijuana induced short-term memory loss, but she had absolutely no recognition of when Kyndra had gotten off of the ride.

Zoey sat up, “Kyndra?”

She looked around, seeing no sign of her.

“Kyndra?!” She called a little louder.

“I'm over here,”

The voice came from the opposite side of the playground, behind the swing-sets, in front of the big maple tree that families in the summer months would sit under and have picnics—although the way the weather had been in North-Central Illinois this Autumn, those picnics could have continued on throughout October.

Zoey stood up, dusting off her butt and fixing her clip-on cat tail as she walked over to where her girlfriend was. Brad groaned behind them and stood up as well, his back making a loud cracking sound as he moved, as if he were eighty-something years old.

“What is she doing?” he called after Zoey.

As Zoey got closer, she saw that Kyndra was bent over, looking down at the ground, holding back her hair with one hand and holding the hoodie that was too big to her chest so it wouldn't sag and block her view of the ground. She was pacing backwards, inspecting the ground like some sort of detective..

Frowning, Zoey stopped at the swings and grabbed one of the chains. “What are you doing?” She asked, laughing in spite of herself.

Kyndra looked up at her with her big brown eyes and smiled at the fact that Zoey was laughing at her, knowing how goofy she probably looked-- all bent over in the dark, investigating the ground. “I'm looking for my dog tags,”

Zoey cocked her head to one side and stepped in front of the swing to sit on it.

“The one's your brother gave you?”

“Yeah,” Kyndra replied, turning her attention back to the ground, “I haven't seen them since we were here Wednesday night...and remember we were under this tree for awhile.”

Brad appeared beside Zoey and pulled a cigarette from his pocket. “What were you doing under the tree?” He smirked, lighting his cigarette with his black lighter with the green glow-in-the-dark skulls. He took a drag, and as he exhaled the smoke, he put his two fingers to his mouth and flicked his tongue back and forth in the well known obscene way.

Zoey just looked at him, “You're such a tool Brad.” She replied simply.

Kyndra didn't pay him any attention, seeing something on the ground, kicking it with her toe, and then crouched down to her knees to inspect it closer. It turned out to be a bottle cap.

“We smoked a fat bowl,” she said without looking up.

Brad pretending he had a knife and stabbed himself in the heart, glowing red embers showered down from the cherry of his cigarette, most dying before they hit the ground. “And you didn't invite me?”

“I don't know why we invited you today,” Zoey rolled her eyes.

Brad made a kissing sound at her and smiled. She smiled back in spite of herself.

Kyndra stood up and sighed, “I don't know...I thought maybe they fell off here. I really want to find them.”

“It might be a good idea to come back in the daytime...you know...when you can see,” Brad said sarcastically.

For the third time that night, Kyndra gave him the finger.

“We can come back tomorrow after we wake up, but we need to get here early before all the kids show up,” Zoey said.

Kyndra pointed over toward the tree, where a pitch black shadow next to a pile of dirt indicated someone had done some serious digging over in that direction. “Did you guys get a load of that big ass hole over there?”

“Hmm,” Zoey said, looking at Brad, “I see a big ass-hole over here.”

Brad kissed at her again and smiled.

Kyndra smiled and pulled her cellphone out of the front pocket of her friend's hoodie and looked at the screen, “Let's get the hell out of here...I don't know about you guys but I'm ready to party.”

Just then, a large bolt of lightning split the clouds and landed somewhere right over the horizon. The corrosponding thunderclap indicated that the strike was uncomfortably close.

“Yeah,” Brad said, looking at the sky, “Let's go.”

NEXT>>

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

If i had to pick an American Cookie that can be bought in the store today, hands down it would be this one.

Living in New Mexico for 20 years, i rarely see a black person. I can go 785 days without seeing an African American. Because i have.

So, it's shocking to go to Arkansas or even Oklahoma and see large groups of Black People and i stare. I don't forget they exist due to the internet.. But I never see them so it's like visiting Mount Rushmore or the Grand Canyon. Its this natural amazing marvel. And I just stare usually with my jaw dropped like some social retard. Which I'm not typically. And Hey -- I'm not the only New Mexican that does that shit. We simply have a serious minority of African Americans here. I understand places like Mississippi don't think they're a minority. But if i can leave my house every day and not see a African American, then you're a minority. Just as in higher areas of African American Domination, i like to call it, there isn't many Latina or Hispanic or Mexicans as there are here. In Mississippi, they're a minority and here they're all "bitch we rule this shit! We own New Mexico!"

So due to actual minority being true of African Americans (in the 90s i picked it because it was always claimed officially so I just accepted as NYC is a huge vast mix of all kinds of culture. I figured they actually went out and counted them. But i wanted to explain to those whom don't travel and don't experience life in other places in the United States.

So in the 90s the Harringtons and I and as he preferred to be called, Captain Negro, his super hero name. Captain Negro del ela Ponte if you wanted to get legal about it. Decided to pick an "American Cookie" we could easily purchase for Sunday nights. And of course it had to be absolutely perfect.

"Taste Great but Look the Part as Touched by a negros heart and soul" said Captain Negroponte as I called him or Captain Negro Party or Captain Negro Parte especially when i didn't know how to explain something.

I tell you. I've always been smart. Miss Leena always hides and plays dumb and just tells history. But to compare and contrast and make analogies i truly learned from this man whom was my English Compilation Teacher, a True Super Hero.

For the cookie experiment. I talked to Miss Leena but she wouldn't explain. She just gave me the type of cookie and told me I would know what to do.

William Harrington said, "I dont know to me a cookie is just a cookie and my wife makes them great!"

And Willingima. we called her, Harrington, at the (jokingly) threat of our own lives said she did not know either she just had to bake she had said as when quietly embroidered under the table a gift for the Captain Hero's family.

So he came over and we told him and his eyes lit up and he was bouncing around with excitement at the table. "So the cookies are.... But I sure don't know how to explain anything but the chocolate"

"Okay explain me"

I did

"And these are just regular old fashioned chocolate chip, not chocolate on chocolate dough or white chocolate chip?"

"I could ask miss leena but im sure it's the old fashioned."

"Lets call her"

She said that the Chocolate dough (black/dark brown dough) with white chocolate chips would be An African cookie -- for their culture here in America and in actually Africa.

So we were all at the phone all listening in, the phone turned all the way up. Now this is the 90s wall phone no speaker phone ability.

So Captain Negroponte told me back at the table, "so you know the old fashioned. Idk why she wouldn't explain the chocolate on chocolate because of the two different browns. But you know I'll stay out of it. I think i do know the sugar but let me just check. What did she say on the phone to you when she called?"

"Well she called just out of the blue. Asked for Sabrina and i thought she was asleep and so i said she was as she hadn't came down (stairs -- our bedrooms were up and i was just living there For the summer or however long until i had to go back to work into the city i moved out October 9, 1991 due to riots in Brooklyn because i had to go help as i spoke about this last week. Officially moved in July 4th of the same year) and she said and i quote "well just tell sabrina this, that i called and she needs to do a cookie experiment. A white old fashioned cookie of chocolate chip flavor and a sugar cookie. She should know what to do with all of your help" she sounded old and she said her husband wasn't home and she was just resting. So i said "well ill let you go" and she said no and wanted to know all about our enterprise feeding the Street neighborhood kids and asked about money and she said "well Sabrina can help" do you -- do you have money? I sure am tired of eating hot dogs myself. This is getting expensive! I mean for us"

I replied "i do have some... Ill talk to Steve to see what we should do and how much and the best way to go about this"

"No now you seem nervous and she said you have a lot"

"Billions" she said the same time I said "millions"

"And you said some.. You said what? What you got now hon?"

"You said I'm a billionaire and i wouldn't ever lie to anyone but Steve explained to me, hes my lawyer, he said that i needed not to explain how rich i am but if someone needed money I'm to say i only have one million dollars and that is it. And i said "but that is a lie!" And he said "but no it is not not when I'm not allowing you to give out more than thousands without my approval" and i was mad!!! But in the end i saw what Steve said i should see. Its dangerous to advertise how rich i am"

"Bull shit! We probably have the richest girl in the world here sitting at our table and im telling her to penny pinch! Babe! We're having steaks next week! Put that on the list!"

"I'll pay you guys all back!"

"No!" "No!" "No!"

"No. Yes i mean i know you all did it from the goodness of your hearts but you shouldn't suffer. And i didn't realize that you were. I mean i thought you just wanted to eat hot dogs. I didn't know there was any difference"

"Blah!"

"So what I'll do. Because Steve said I'm allowed up to thousands and you're still in hundreds last i checked. $991 for the last three weeks for the entire house budget. So I'll at least double that and give Captain Nero the same. For the time y'all have spent working and then what i meant i would have to talk to Steve is that I would have to design a plan for the future. What he's talked about is supplying a credit card with a limit capable of exceeding the design purchases. So like if you need $900,000 a month then the credit card would allow $1 million. That's what hes explained to me. Then he would supply 12 blank checks for the year then all you would do is call the number on the back of the card once monthly to find out the balance and get the address, write the check and then mail it to the credit card company. Easy as that. He would get the bills to look over to see you're not scamming me. Then he can stop payment on the rest of the checks if you are and cancel the card. That goes for everyone. So for this i think that is what he would pick. It sounds simple. Of course, I don't pay bills or anything like that. Steve always handles it for me. But I'll still have to talk to Steve to get that program under way. And I'll make sure he pays you and you and of course you for past supplies and your time"

So they agreed to the extra payment but wanted to do work free. Mrs Harrington got $15 per day for taking care of me. And still does although she doesn't take care of me anymore, her influence still lives within me and is what made me who I truly am today.

If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't ever asked criminals how they wanted their ending to be. I would have ripped them off the streets and tortured them one by one ripping off pieces of their body while injected with a chemical that made them highly alert and aware of what was happening. For 6 years and 600 days. Them never knowing when it would be the day to lose something they deemed important.

Instead of dungeons and torture chambers, they have a chance at luxury and happiness.

Those asking for death instead have a right to live in peace and make their amends and do as they need. The miserable are killed first to stop their pain and suffering. 72 wanted vacation before. They got that.

If it wasn't for the Harringtons and Captain Negro, never would that occurred.

They saved a wretch like me and in turn, I saved those worst than me. As Jesus would. She taught me all about the belief of Jesus and who they believed he was

Over Captain Harrington's right shoulder was a cross with me looking down or asleep. They eyes were closed. I felt it was the most accurate representation of me. It even had lumps on it's chest. And I always felt so much responsibility. She believed the Unorthodox Jewish ways with a Catholic overcoat. She was non-religious before marriage so she had a mix of views and dabble in all spirits of religion. Also, the occult.

So when her cheeks were pink and her bright blue eyes lit up, and she told me about Jesus. I always prayed to the Lord in Hevaen that I would live up to her expectations.

And often I would look at that cross and feel the thorns cutting into my forehead. "I hope we can do it. Change the world as expected" I would say.

There were times i would take it off the wall "i feel Jesus should watch some T.V., too" i didn't want to say who i was. Mrs Harrington thought i felt that crown of thorns because Jesus was telling me that i knew things and i should act. Of course I didn't really know who I was, either, at first. Mommy thought it was too much but Daddy told me and said I should keep it secret. But I could tell who or what I want. So I decided to honor mommy and not say. But incorporate Jesus since he was such a big part of Catholicism and decor in the house, daddy said that would make Jesus alive in the house and keep my secret. But allow my full powers to bloom.

And it worked.

So Captain Negroponte said that day that he kept getting questions from one particular kid as tall as me about White Supremacy and how his family taught him that all white people were bad and "only play with nigger kids" so he was certain he knew how to explain the white sugar cookie as long as i could do "the chocolate chip without fail then it would all be good and life would be perfect for this particular child"

"I can. I know just what to do. It will be perfect"

"Okay don't tell me. I dont want to hear until that day"

So he left with a bounce and his eyes glittery. His soul full of tears for this young man, looking back where he left all his hope and faith, walked down the short dark hall and into the sunlight of a cool brisk Saturday afternoon.

"Hey now i might need some help. I know i need to show the white dough and then how it tans when baked. I got that talking to her on the phone"

"Well she didn't say --"

"She said Bake. And i was transformed back into her kitchen and had a white plastic bowl which i put into the oven -- it was empty and out it came a clay not crystal like ours but ceramic Brown bowl with the white inside. So i know what to say about White people tanning to make 2 races so we all have to support the black"

"You you get!! So not all white people are the same!!! Good good!!"

"Shew! Thank you! So I was at the kitchen in the sink.. I mean -- i said that backwards -- so anyway I'm in the kitchen and i see the silver sink and the bowl appears before my eyes and suddenly im holding it in my hands and i went to hand the phone to you as i tried to hand the bowl to her in my standing hands and she didn't sound old like she did in the phone, she sounded very young and sing song. And she said "no the children" so what we have to do is give the bowl to each of the children and let them mix it themselves. That will help white supremacy in however that means. So then the black kids all add the chocolate chips. And then when we bake. That will represent the Muslims that i used to help when in was younger and who framed me to be as i am today. But the kids don't all know that so it will represent all the darker but lighter skin than black you know like Puerto Riccans and Vietnamese and Chinese and all those sorts of people and how the African Americans have inserted their "language" into us to make the world such an amazing place. Without them we wouldn't be the cookie we are today here in 1991. Isn't that right, Jesus?"

"Oh don't look at him so harsh. What do you need me to do?"

"Bake the cookies. At the start we will mix then he will tell a story then we will do the baking. We can do two days in a row or we can help you here in the kitchen. Megan and i can take turns like we always do and so if we wanted to spread the word for two weeks since its getting so cold, we can start in the afternoon instead of dusk. And do the two different cookies the same time -- No i mean in the ssme day"

"Okay that could work. We will just let Captain Nero know and I'm sure he could come up with two great stories to pass the time. And you will pay?"

"Oh yes. Yes of course. And when I talk to Steve I'll ensure Miss Harriet Tubman is getting her cut although she always paid on her own and said she was on solid woman and could make it doing all she pleased, her husband is still working. But he's a police sergeant so I know its not for money. But she could buy her something nice with his pension."

"Pension?"

"Oh he has two. He works a lot. One thinks she's like 80 and the other 102 or 103 i think it is. So one will be cut surely i assume. She said she doesn't think she can make it to 120 without them getting onto her"

"And his paycheck?"

"Oh he donates it to science. They own their own trailer and car and BBQ"

"BBQ?"

"BBQ Grill. Of course though if i gave her money she would probably just clothes the whole entire neighborhood. I'll ask Steve if thats what she wants or that i could do. She said that was the only thing she had left in life to apply for. I guess she always knew i had money thats why she gave me the evil eye. She always provides them gloves in the winter -- except she buys them in the summer when they're cheaper and puts them in a box to save them till it gets cold again. I tell you. She is smart. So about these sugar cookies. I sure hope it works. It seems the opposite of what we set out to do. All white with beautiful crystals on top. She said to make them look so worthwhile and be as perfect as possible..."

So while the White Supremacist cookie is after all just a cookie that we used to explain to a child that was deeply courageous to learn more and actually educated his parents and they hugged me with forgiveness, myself being white.

I have explained the example. And to further educate, the Sugar Cookie in all other reality when not used for a demonstrations, is just a cookie we bake when we have no other additives.

But as Captain Negro (you may call him Captain Nero as Mrs Harrington would as she refused to "see" any color other than the colors of the rainbow") explained we should always try to find something good to add to something that is empty of extras. Be it fruit from like the Garden of Eden or be it nuts or seeds like Big Bird from Sesame Street, prefers, we should always fill our life and our cookies with as much goodness as possible. But some days, he said, some days its okay to have just a plain ole bit of sugar. As long as it's full of love and not hate.

So please do enjoy your plain white sugar cookies that are made with love. Black Panthers nor "all" white people do not encourage prejudice -- even if it's just against a cookie.

God bless us.

So we picked for our "American Cookie" the cookie below: because of the way it looks and the way it tastes. I encourage you to buy some today. As you can see the chocolate chips are hidden just as African American Heritage is hidden. And when we take a bite a beautiful explosion of chocolate erupts and elivenes our spirits.

And to top the cookie off, all of this occurs inside. Hidden away. Just like our souls are.

Thank you for listening. If these people could touch you just one percent how much they changed my life and gave me love and education and pride and so much faith in other people. Then you will be so better off

I hope you allow them to touch your souls.

Now here is the cookie you all have been waiting for:

We would laugh. And call it the "Soft Bitch" we may be going hard and fighting loud but we always have time for a tear, a hand to hold, a face to hug.

Because this is The United States of America. And she ain't all that bad. Not her citizens. Her government. Yes. But her citizens are blessed by her rich history of which she had no control over.

The American Cookie. A brown cookie, like a white person tans with perfect pieces of Black African American heart and soul baked in. Cookies of the United States of America. I always called them "American Cookies" We even had kids sit and mix up chocolate chip dough from scratch, each child getting to mix and have an ingredient added while they mixed. They all got to see the raw dough was White. Then They were baked with love by Momma Harrington and they came out tan. Like white people do in the sun. So they could see for certain how the African American were and are in the souls and minds of white people. And how without the African American pieces of love they were not complete. To prove this we made cookies without the chips and they were bland. "But What about White Supremacy? Because that was just America without us. But What about how they think?" I was asked. "I guess we could try Sugar Cookies then and see what happens. So we made beautiful sugar cookies with sugar crystals on top. Thank God our Black Panther Leader knew the words because i was at a loss.

"We all mixed and made those cookies. We saw what was in them! Sugar! We made them appeasing to the eye and different looking and more special looking than an old Chocolate Chip with those crystals. But those crystals?!? They ain't nothing. We got them in chocolate chip and that is all they put in the White Mass cookies. Then we sprinkled a little on top to make them look clean and beautiful like a real treasure. But the Treasure is Truth!!! They're missing the real thing! Sure they look beautiful especially in the sun, the crystals reflecting the lights all over but those crystals are Blinding us to the Truth!!! They are all a fraud!! But go ahead, eat them. I would too. White supremacist and all. Now let's growl!!"

Reminder Established in 1991:

Miss Leena has a different fund called ""Harriet Tubman's Self Worth Working Still Today" and she has 778 users of my funds whom also feed the people of their neighborhood and streets. They do collard greens, steak and potatoes soup daily. Saturday and Sunday add hot dogs and Sunday Morning they do their African American Heritage Stories. Of course 68% are certified Black Panthers as well but no one has to pledge to an organization to feed children with love m they just follow their hearts.

The account labeled "Black Panther Food Allocation - For the Street Kids" 962 people across the globe do this on their personal streets nightly. Feed kids collard greens, hot dogs and/or hamburgers (with cheese and iceberg lettuce, tomato, onions, relish and so on). And on Sundays tell the stories of Black American Leaders that intended to destroy prejudice and mistreatment and succeeded and the listeners all get cookies.

Of course I bought the secret Cookie to represent our Nation. The United States of America.

The United States was founded officially on July 4, 1776.

Due to this i requested our policy be to employ no more than 77% of African American and no less than 76% the remaining percent be of at least 4 different shades of white.

We start at $18 per hour as that is the adult age in the USA to represent freedom. We employ 2020 in each factory setting arena.

Then we changed the recipe, to take out the lumps. To promise a better and smoother future for all.

The Original cookie to represent the past is gone is pictured on the box as well as an elf. It is not misrepresentation of what is inside, unless you expected to find an elf as well. In no way is there any identifying words that says that is the what the cookie looks like inside. But it is the Original cookie artwork packaging as i bought it in 1991.

We have been sued over the artwork not representing the contents. Once i sued myself and won. I got good game. Y'all. Persuaded everyone to see it my way! It was a mock trial. And so it was to prepare for a real trial which did occur and we did win. We simply told the truth of our packaging and said we were not ready to reveal it. It was 2007 and we hadn't done a full reveal since 1991 and so why not leave us alone as we couldn't promise the change?!?!

We did word of mouth and some soft T.V. programming to indicate it. But never The full storey as I have today in pulic.

So again here is the Original cookie it did actually look like but did crumble more -- we kept that chocolate chip explosion. But bake them twice to have an outer coating of smoothness.