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Boruto: Sacrifices [Remade] | Chap.4 - Unwanted

Written by: Eleanor-Devil & @mirage-05

Prologue | Chap.1 | Chap.2 | Chap.3 | Chap.4 - You’re here

Nara Shikadai had many reasons to be proud of himself. He had a sharp mind, he was a close-to-excellent shinobi, he was among the two who made it out of his generation as chuunins… There really weren’t many things on earth that would surprise him. Well… at least that was the case until today. The boy opened his eyes a crack when he heard a soft hiss next to his ear. What he saw made him jump awake almost immediately as a startled exclaim left his lips. The white snake’s golden eyes just followed him casually as it hissed once more. Shikadai was quick to realize where (or well, from whom) the snake came from… not that it helped things much. “How did you even get into the house?” he asked, knowing full well this was a stupid question - the animal, as far as he knew, wasn’t a summoning snake after all. The snake did reply anyway, although the voice he was hearing was definitely Mitsuki’s. “Shikadai. Meet me in the training grounds in fifteen minutes. This matter is urgent.”

The boy glanced at the clock. He groaned as he rubbed his eyes, was he even serious now?! “Dammit Mitsuki, it’s way too early for your shenanigans…” “I have urgent business to take care of before seven thirty,” the snake continued in Mitsuki’s voice. “And I need your help.” The Nara boy sighed, did he even have a choice…? “Man, what a drag…” he mumbled as he kicked the bed sheets away from his body and got up to get dressed. … Suffice it to say that he wasn’t exactly impressed when he arrived at the training grounds in the designated time and… his friend was nowhere to be seen. “Oh come on,” he whined, rolling his eyes before raising his voice. “You know, it’s common courtesy to be at the place of meeting before the person you’re supposed to meet!” “Who said I’m not here?” And with that Mitsuki appeared… hanging upside down from a tree using only his stretched arm, making Shikadai jump. “You really need to stop doing that.” The blue haired boy let out a low chuckle as he dropped to the floor. “I guess old habits do die hard.” “So what’s up, Mitsuki? What is it that you needed to drag me here in the dead of the morning?” And just like that his friend’s face became serious… dead serious. “I will tell, but first I need your word on something. No matter what you see here today, no matter where we go, you won’t tell a soul. Not until I say so.” The black haired boy felt sweat dripping down the side of his cheek - why was he so serious and secretive all of a sudden…? Not that he definitely wasn’t accustomed to this weird behavior of Mitsuki, mainly back from their academy days, but… either with the lingering effects of the clans’ meeting from yesterday or something else, he was suddenly a little on guard. Really, what was it that couldn’t have waited for a better hour of the day? “Mitsuki…” “I will explain everything later. But we need to finish these all before we meet Konohamaru-sensei.” the boy supplied in terms of an explanation. Cautious still, but also curious on what would come out of this… Shikadai finally nodded. “Alright. I won’t tell anyone.” … What the boy didn’t expect to find himself in was a… thrift store. “What… are we doing here?” The shop was nothing big, at least when compared to the newly growing shops all around Konoha. What they specialized in seemed to be handicraft, wooden items, various in shapes and sizes. While they all looked very good and nice, Shikadai was at a loss as to why Mitsuki brought him to this particular shop. “I already made a list of what we should get.” And with that, the blue haired boy handed him a piece of paper. “I’m looking to get the outside decorations done first, and we can find almost everything here.” “Wait - Mitsuki - what decorations…?” Honestly, he was getting more and more confused. Mitsuki cocked his head to a side. “Well, it’s for the party of course.” “The par-” The Nara’s words got cut off when it suddenly clicked in his mind. “Oh…” So that was all this was about? Now he kinda felt embarrassed for doubting Mitsuki… no matter if it was for a small moment… Of course, Boruto’s - and Sarada’s, for that matter - birthdays were right around the corner, just a few more days left. So Mitsuki just wanted to pull a party for them… Suddenly, he understood why he called him so early. Boruto and Sarada were both known as early birds after all. And suddenly, he was willing to help him. Quickly taking a look at the list in his hand, Shikadai raised an eyebrow. These… were sure some weird decoration ideas. “What… kind of a party are you planning to pull off exactly?” “I’m gonna base it on a movie Boruto said he recently watched.” And now it all started to make sense… he could remember like yesterday how the blond wouldn’t stop talking about the movie. “We should get everything on the list - I want this to be perfect.” “Well, aren’t you enthusiastic?” Shikadai said with a bit of a smirk. Mitsuki had turned his back to go take care of his own list, but he glanced at him over his shoulder. “When I first came to Konoha, they held a great birthday party for me.” Well technically, it was his first with friends, which was why it was so important. “I want to make theirs equally as good. No, even better.” With that, he was off. Shaking his head a little, but his smile still in place, the Nara continued his walk into the shop. It didn’t take him too long to get all the items on the list and head to the counter. By that point, he had already conceded to pay at least half of these - he had some money left from previous jobs and if he had to say, Mitsuki’s enthusiasm was rubbing off. Still, he looked around for his friend before addressing the shop owner. “How much are these?” “Two hundred ryos, young man.” Nodding, Shikadai reached for his wallet, but just then… “Shikadai, check this out.” His friend had sneaked upon him (honestly, that shouldn’t be surprising him by this point), holding up what seemed to be a brightly colored parrot carved out of wood. “Cute,” the Nara said with a small grin. ”What is a pirate without a parrot, right?” “Yup,” Mitsuki said with his usual soft smile. Then he turned to the shop owner. “How much is this?” Shikadai watched his friend’s smile turning into a surprised expression, and turned to the man himself. The man was... well, he was not exactly glaring at the younger boy, but the look in his eyes was so icy that Shikadai felt his insides going cold all of a sudden. It felt like, for some odd reason, the man was not boding anything good for Mitsuki right then and there, who had done nothing at all. Even if he did... he couldn't imagine what could stir such a cold hatred. Instead of answering his friend's question, the man turned completely towards him. "Two hundred ryos, young man." "Uuuh... maybe you didn't hear my friend..." he started. "I want to buy this myself." Mitsuki said excitedly. "I didn't buy either of them a gift yet, though, so if it's cheap-" The man barely looked at the parrot before mumbling, "Four hundred ryos." That was even more shocking. Shikadai glanced at the things he was carrying - there were four pieces, with only one of them being as brightly colored as the parrot. It was a ridiculous price difference - and something told him that it was not the real price at all. "I could’ve sworn the price is different-" Mitsuki began. "Take it or leave it!" the man snapped, finally turning to face the blue-haired boy, and the furious expression on his face actually made the boy take a step back. Still at a loss of why this was happening, and a little disturbed by how his friend's enthusiasm seemingly suddenly vanished, the black haired boy intervened. "Okay, Mitsuki, why don't you go outside and wait? This will be by me, you can buy him another gift." Mitsuki didn't say anything as he gave the parrot to Shikadai and walked outside the shop. "What was that all about?" he snapped, turning back to the shop-owner. "Do you treat all your customers like that?" "Young man," the man said, eyebrows furrowed. "outsiders are not welcome here." … Shikadai didn’t remember ever getting so angry, and that was saying something, since he rarely got angry. But the shop owner treating Mitsuki like that and calling him an outsider really did the number. He had anticipated - after the meeting especially - that things could turn sour but for even the civilian population to act this way… No, he wouldn’t have it. Maybe he should mention this to his father, certainly he or the Hokage wouldn’t just stand by and let this happen… But… as he looked sideways at Mitsuki, noticing how, despite his smile returning, there was a worrying blank quality in his gaze… the Nara couldn’t help but feel sad that they didn’t really make a good start. “So… what are you planning to do after your training?” he asked, just in an attempt to distract him. “I’m gonna take all the decors to the waterfall,” the blue haired boy answered, without looking at him. “I know it’s still early but the more weathered they look, the better.” And there it was again, his enthusiasm… this was really important to him… “Maybe I should accompany you after the training too…” The black haired boy was suddenly uneasy about what the ninja part of the population would do if the civilians were like this… Mitsuki didn’t say anything for a moment. “It’s alright Shikadai.” “Huh? What’s alright?” “That shop owner. Maybe he was having a bad day. I’m not gonna make a big deal out of it.” “Mitsuki…” honestly, sometimes it was hard not to admire the positivity of this guy… Shikadai wasn’t even sure if he would bring himself to explain to his friend what this was really about… “It’s alright,” Mitsuki said again. By that time, they were in front of his apartment building. “Gimme a minute, won’t you?” “Get the hell out of this village while you still can.” Both Mitsuki and Shikadai turned to the source of the voice. A group of children had gathered in front of the building, arms crossed and very confrontational and aggressive looks on their faces, and… Sarutobi Ichiro in front of all of them. They ranged in ages, but they all seemed to be older than the two. The Nara felt his heart sink as he noticed all of them, without exception, were glaring at his friend. "This is my home, why would I get away?" Mitsuki asked, baffled, and Shikadai resisted the urge to facepalm. Some of the kids who were gathered openly laughed, but Ichiro frowned. "Don't play fool with us. You are no longer welcome here in this neighborhood, you freak." "Actually, make that in Konoha," one of the children piped up maliciously. "Outsider!" one among the crowd shouted, and the kids began chanting the phrase loudly. "Crawl back to your hole, snake!" Mitsuki was trying his hardest to keep his face straight, but it was slowly slipping. He couldn’t exactly explain why but that... hurt. That outsider remark actually hurt. Even when he first moved to Konoha, people never shunned him. Why were they being so aggressive now? “Who do you think you are, calling him an outsider?” Shikadai was at the end of his patience. “He belongs in Konoha as much as any of you!” The sincerity in those words were as fierce as his gaze. “If you really believe that, you are no better than a traitor.” the Sarutobi pretty much snarled. “Just like Lord Seventh, who is too naive to see him for what he is!” With those words, Mitsuki felt something snap inside him, a different kind of rage rising to the surface. “You keep Lord Seventh out of this.” That actually made the older boy take a step back, but he still continued, “Oh yeah, do it… show us the snakes you used for the attack…” With that remark, suddenly Mitsuki realized why exactly this was happening and his eyes went wide, his anger dying all of a sudden, just like that. "Stop it!" came a small voice, breaking in all the tension as everyone turned to the source of it. A small boy... Aito, as Mitsuki remembered his name, was standing a few feet away from them, staring at them with huge eyes. His mother was standing a little further back, shopping bags in her arms, and her eyes... held the same condescending look. "He is such a nice person!" Aito continued. "Why are you being so rude to him?" He took a step forward, as if to go to Mitsuki and Shikadai, but his mother gasped and ran forward to take him in her arms. "You are not going near that snake!" she scolded, terrified. The blue-haired boy felt his heart sink, and he sagged a little as he finally understood everything. "Mitsuki..." Shikadai couldn’t help but hold his breath when Mitsuki turned to look at him. That blank look was back, but if he looked carefully, he could also see the sadness his friend was clearly trying to hide beneath the surface. "Forget about them, let's go in..." he said softly, but firm. His friend just nodded, not being able to say anything. … So it was no wonder that he was absent-minded by the time he showed up for the training. He had hoped it would cause some sort of distraction, as honing his skills always did. “Where have you been?” Sarada asked as soon as she saw him. By the looks of her… the blue haired boy could sense that something wasn’t right… after all, he hadn’t been late for a very long shot. “I had things to take care of at home,” he said evasively, which caused his teammates to look at each other quizzically. “Everything okay?” Boruto asked as he returned to him. Mitsuki figured he apparently wasn’t doing that good a job as he thought he was and pulled himself together. He had decided to keep the mishappenings of the morning to himself, no need to worry his friends over a couple of verbal assaults. “Yup. I’m fine.” “Alright you three, listen up.” Konohamaru came to stand in front of them, and Mitsuki almost did a double take at how serious and, well… grumpy their sensei looked. The jounin, although of course beneath the seriosity of his rank, had always seemed cheerful and a little bit goofy to him after all. "Today, we're concentrating on taijutsu techniques. As always, we'll start with the basic principles. So can any one of you remind me of the very first principle in hand-to-hand?" "Keep it simple stupid." Sarada piped up immediately. "Good, Sarada. It is indeed useful to keep things simple and effective, as most ninjas view complicated and sophisticated techniques are the best in a taijutsu fight. Because taijutsu, compared to ninjutsu and genjutsu, is considered simple... and weak." "So if someone relies on taijutsu during a fight, it is expected that he should be an expert." Mitsuki said. "Like Lee-san." “True. And while I don’t expect any of you to be as proficient, it’s good to start with your strengths and weaknesses.” It wasn’t exactly a bad comment in and on itself, but the tone in which it was delivered made the three of them frown a little and glance at each other. “Let’s start with you, Boruto.” "Does good-looks count?" Boruto piped in, to which Mitsuki chuckled and Sarada shot him a very disapproving look. Konohamaru's grumpy look took an even darker tone. "Cheek is not gonna help you when you face death." "Wow, Konohamaru sensei, you are such a ray of sunshine today." "Either tell me something useful or keep your quiet." "Geez, just because aunt Hanabi put you in a bad mood, is no reason to take it out on us." the blond mumbled. "What was that?" Boruto sighed inaudibly, and this wasn’t even him deliberately trying to annoy his sensei, he had hoped he would bring a bit of a smile to the adult’s face - which, apparently, was far from happening. "I have the Hyuuga's gentle fist. I would say that's my strongest taijutsu technique." "Good. Sarada?" "My punch. I enhance the power of it by concentrating my chakra in my fist." "Good. Mitsuki?" "My elasticity. I can pretty much do any move." "Good. Now I want all of you... to forget about these." "Huh?" they asked, totally baffled. "Those are your strongest points. Can any one of you tell me what the second most important principle in taijutsu is?" Sarada gasped as she understood. "Make the enemy see your strengths as your weaknesses and your weaknesses as strengths." "That's right. So what I want you to do is... come at me using taijutsu, but not with your strongest techniques. Show me something more, something simple. If you want, you can use some time to come up with a plan. But also remember that..." "Your plan is only as good as its weakest link." Boruto finished his sentence, which finally did the trick and brought a small smile to Konohamaru's face. "Well, it's nice to see you paying attention once in a while." … And so on they went with the training, after a brief grouping to discuss their strategy. But well, to put it mildly, it was hard. Konohamaru was quick and relentless. Five minutes into it, and the three were already either on the ground or leaning against a tree, trying to get it together after what had been their third attempt. Boruto went at it again, this time using one of the techniques he recently developed (on a whim) to approach their sensei; creating two clones to use them as a propeller for a surprise attack. This time, however, instead of using the gentle fist, he made his clones use wind style to get the necessary pushing force, readying a kunai in his hand. It would’ve been a pretty effective attack, but the brunet blocked it pretty easily before pushing Boruto away and into a tree, and without ever breaking his rhythm, turned around to defect Sarada too. Next was Mitsuki. He drew out his kunai and began his attack. Boruto and Sarada, quick on their feet, lost no time to come to his help, and altogether, Team Konohamaru attacked their sensei. Slash, parry, thrust, on and on it went. Seeing an opening, Mitsuki used his extension jutsu, grabbing a low branch of a tree in hopes of gaining some momentum, turning around it and then hit his sensei. Just momentarily though, he saw a brief, weird shot of emotion in Konohamaru’s eyes, one which he couldn’t tell exactly what… and suddenly, there was no branch for him to hold on to, because the brunet had just cut it with the help of an explosive kunai. Losing his balance for just one tiny second, Mitsuki realized it was more than enough as his sensei’s kick connected to his chest, sending him flying away. His teammates were on Konohamaru once again but the jounin was quick to overthrow them. Before Mitsuki could properly raise from where he had fallen, he found himself unable to move and the tip of a kunai against his throat. He was once again looking at his sensei’s dark blue eyes, and now he could understand the emotion in them. It was almost… resentment…and more than that it was almost like he didn’t recognize him at all, it was like he was looking at a stranger... “Konohamaru-sensei…” he murmured, feeling a slight shiver running down his spine. His friends just looked on at the scene, caught too unprepared to say or do something. But his voice had been enough to snap Konohamaru out of whatever trance he had been into. The reproach disappeared from his eyes, turning them once again into the serious gaze of a sensei before he got up off Mitsuki and held his hand out to help him up. “Don’t use your strong points in taijutsu, remember?” he said as he turned to look at Boruto and Sarada, which made Mitsuki feel… well, he didn’t know if that was the right description, but if he was to put it simply, he would’ve said… sad. Was it that even his sensei couldn’t bear to be near him any longer? Still, he pulled himself together and continued the practice like nothing happened. Just doing what he enjoyed the most. But even when he thought he could hide it, it didn’t escape his best friend’s attention, the momentary look that crossed his eyes. "Do you have a plan for the evening?" Boruto asked when they finally called it quits, regarding Mitsuki carefully. "Onii-chan!" All of them turned to see Hinata and Himawari a little far away, Hinata with a warm smile on her face and Boruto's younger sister waving at them. Mitsuki smiled. "I don't. But it seems like you do." Boruto smiled himself as he got up. "Well, talk to you guys tomorrow, then." As Boruto walked away with his sister, Sarada looked at her friend. “Here Mitsuki… I’ll walk with you.” “Huh?” The boy was taken aback a little. “Thank you Sarada, but I’m just going back home. I’m gonna practice some more.” In fact, he intended to go back to the waterfall like he told Shikadai, to set up part of his plan, for which he needed his friends to not intervene. “Hey, couldn’t I want to walk with my friend a little?” the girl said with a genuine smile… not really giving the boy much of a choice, which made him smile at her too, he could always go back out when Sarada was gone. “Alright then, let’s go.” … To say that Sarada wasn’t ready to see what she did was an understatement. Apparently… someone had been pretty busy while they were training. Graffitis, rude words and even some drawings were covering all of Mitsuki's door in bright colors. Two of the drawings stood out the most; one that of a beheaded snake (thankfully, no one thought of adding red paint to that), the other being that of a snake biting its own tail, surrounded by a vivid wall of flames. Under that second drawing was the words, "Konoha's fire will devour snakes". There were words and phrases written all over as well: snake, outsider, traitor, murderer... Sarada's voice brought Mitsuki back to earth. "How... how could anyone be so... cruel...?" And yet… Mitsuki didn’t seem too surprised, the only thing that betrayed his stoic face was a fleeting hurt look that the Uchiha was sure she would’ve missed if she looked away for a second. “Well, I’ll see you later then, Sarada.” Coming to her senses, the girl grabbed her friend’s arm before he took another step. “You’re not going in there!” “I don’t think they’ll set a trap for the door, y’know,” Mitsuki said with a soft laugh that lacked humor. “No one can go that far, and they know these are easily tracked.” “I don’t care!” she sounded a little agitated, how far could anyone go to leave blatant threats to someone else’s door? “You know what, why don’t you come and stay over at my place?” “Sarada,” Mitsuki put his hands on her shoulders. “It’s gonna be alright.” “Don’t say that!” Sarada snapped, breaking free from his grasp. “How can these be alright?! We need to report it!” “We don’t need to. I don’t want to alert everyone - let alone you or Boruto - for a passing phase.” “A passing-” The Uchiha rubbed her eyes, still seething. This was just unbelievable… “You… I don’t even know what to say…” “But then can I ask for a favor from you?” “What?” When she looked up at his face, the girl noticed there was a determined look on it. “What favor?” Mitsuki took a deep breath. “Tomorrow I want to visit the orphanage.”

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def-initely-soul · 4 years ago

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Aloha you piece of sexy beast, from the first link, 4th bullet with yoongi plox. 😼😻 Pliz anything but angst 😅

asdfghgfdsa I LOVE THIS YES

pairing: yoongi from BTS x reader (f.)

prompts: we hate each other but we were invited to a mutual friend’s party and were warned to be civil so you complimented my costume and fuck you, I haven’t changed yet

genre: humour; smut; e2l au; explicit

warnings: mature language; unprotected intercourse; graphic intercourse; choking; degradation (kind of?)

words: 7.2k (ahHASHhahhHhahHHAhhAH yes im a simp for yoongi sue me)

The time is getting closer and closer, an unwelcome feeling of despair running through your bones as you watch the clock ticking away, closer to what you’ve been dreading since the beginning of the month.

Jimin’s Halloween Party.

And what makes it worse is that you can’t avoid it. You can’t simply show up, spend the appropriate amount of time without being perceived as flaky and then leave to return to the comfort of your own home.

No, because Jimin’s having the party at his apartment. And you’re his roommate.

Another clang sounds from behind your door, out in the living room where the preparations are taking place and you suppress down a sigh. Jimin’s friends are over to help him decorate and, even if he asked your help a thousand times now, you’ve helped him with the food earlier and that’s as far as you’re willing to go.

You wanted some peace and quiet before the chaos began even if it was for a few hours. Though it seems you can’t get much of that when there’s an active battlefield out there.

With a groan of exertion, you get out of your bed, pushing your laptop to the side to go out there and see what all the fuss is about.

The living room is a complete mess; empty balloons decorate the floor as Jimin’s best friend Taehyung tries to inflate them, there’s a garland hanging depressingly from the ceiling that seems to be an assortment of spiders? You can’t really tell, not with Namjoon shaking it violently so it can come off. Jimin tries to make the fog machine work, though with not very much success while Yoongi simply stares at his friends trying to make this whole thing resemble a party.

You roll your eyes. Of course, he wouldn’t help. But you shake your head at that thought. Jimin had warned you to be civil tonight. He wouldn’t put up with another fighting match between the two of you, no matter how much it would entertain his guests.

Truth is you hate the boy. Okay, maybe hate is a strong word corroborating with a strong feeling, and you definitely don’t have any strong feelings for Min Yoongi. You refuse to.

“I see everything’s going swell...” your sarcasm is tangible as you step into the room, crossing your hands on your chest as all four pair of eyes turn to your direction. Namjoon smiles at you, Taehyung gives you a wave and Yoongi simply stares back.

Creep.

“Y/N, please help uuuuuuus...” Jimin whines cutely, his cheeks puffing out as he gives you a demonstration of his best puppy stare. You’ve helped him out of so many situations that could’ve been avoided if he just listened to you. Like tonight, for example. He didn’t listen to you when you said Namjoon wouldn’t be able to do much to help and would probably mess something up. You like Namjoon, you really do but you have to admit he’s a bit clumsy and that’s certainly something you shouldn’t be when decorating for a party.

And he certainly didn’t listen to you when you told him to not invite Yoongi altogether.

After all, this is your house too.

Namjoon gives his neck a scratch as he stops pulling on the garland that looks pulls away from being ripped. “Yeah, we could use another hand...”

You smile at him. You take a step forward, grabbing a chair and climbing on it to remove the garland from the stray nail it seems to be stuck on.

“There. Now please don’t tug at it anymore or you’re gonna rip it in half,” you joke as you pass him the garland and Namjoon blushes in embarrassment.

Jimin gasps. “See? I told you to stop doing that! Y/N, please, these idiots are gonna ruin my party...” he says as he nears you, tugging at your arm like a child with a pout that matches one.

You roll your eyes fondly at him, realizing you really don’t have a choice. “Fine, what do you want me to do?”

Jimin’s eyes gleam with satisfaction as he drags you towards the fog machine. “I need you to look over this because it’s not working and Yoongi has been little to no help,” he responds sending a glare to the blond boy supporting himself on the kitchen island.

“I tried to help but you didn’t like my answer,” he speaks for the first time since you stepped foot into the living room and you rest your eyes on the machine to not look at him instead.

“He said it’s broken...” Jimin says to you as Yoongi throws his hands in the air in a huff.

“Hm... let me take a look at it...” you say thoughtfully as your eyes are already resting on the machine. Jimin leaves to help Taehyung with the balloons, leaving you alone to your ministrations.

You enjoy the comfortable silence for so long before another figure comes to stand near you and watch over your work.

You pay Yoongi no mind as you check the cables and find the one little thing that’s chipped at some part.

“There it is...” you say, removing the cable from both outlets and throwing it away.

“I could have told you that...” Yoongi comments nonchalantly and you turn to look at him, really look at him for the first time.

All of them are already dressed for the party and Yoongi is no different. He’s going as Han Solo; black boots, a pair of jeans and a holster for his fake blaster, black vest and a white shirt that’s open, revealing his collarbones where your eyes unwillingly trail.

You remove your gaze immediately, ready to be humiliated if he finds out you’ve been openly staring at a glimpse of his naked skin.

Shit, no, he’s a creep. Stop drolling, Y/N.

“You didn’t though...” you reply instead, and if he did got whiff of your wondering eyes he doesn’t let it show.

“And how do you plan on solving that problem? If you don’t have a spare cable, and I doubt you do, this is as good as dead,” he comments indifferently, eyes travelling to the machine and you ignore his barely conceited mockery as you sport a victorious smile.

“As I matter of fact, I do!” you announce before going to the kitchen to search through the cabinets. You emerge victorious after scavenging the third drawer and find the replacing cable. You trudge over to the machine as Yoongi watches you.

He keeps doing that. He should stop.

He presses his lips together as if trying to stop himself from speaking, while you crouch in front of the machine and insert the cable into both outlets. You press the button and -ta-dah!- the system is fully functioning once more.

Jimin makes a fist in the air with a soft “yes” escaping his lips before he throws you a wink. “Thanks so much, babe, I promise I owe you brunch!” he claims before going on to inflate some more balloons.

You turn around with a triumphant smirk as Yoongi currently stares at the machine as if simply by staring he can make it stop working again.

“I could’ve done that if I knew you already had a cable...” he mumbles, almost in a pout and you have to remind yourself you don’t like him to stop staring.

You nod as if to appease him, crossing your arms on your chest, not knowing what to do with yourself now that you solved one problem. You figure Yoongi is gonna move along to some other thing, not wanting to be with you no more than necessary.

But he stays. For some reason you both just stand there, unsure of what to do as the other three guys run around the living room. As seconds tick by, you find yourself getting flustered -why are you getting flustered, Jesus- and Yoongi looks everywhere by you. His phone is on the kitchen island, why won’t he go there instead?

At some point, a gleam enters his eyes and he returns his stare to you, making you jump in alert.

“I, uuuh...” he starts, voice hesitant and you realise what he’s trying to do. He’s trying to hold a conversation with you. Be civil.

Though it’d be perfectly fine by you if he simply ignored you.

“I, uh, I like your costume! The perfect broke college student!” he says, clearly awkward with this. Your eyes drop to your clothes; you’re into a pair of grey sweatpants, a white t-shirt with black bean sauce spots on it and your hair is currently resembling a bird’s nest on top of your head.

And worst of all, it’s not a costume.

You press your lips tightly together to avoid cursing at him, seeing as he really seems to believe this is a costume.

“I’m.not.changed.yet,” you grit through your teeth and Yoongi’s eyes widen in horror.

For a second he stays like this, clearly shaken by his idiocy and you think he’ll start apologizing any second now.

Instead, he presses his lips together. As if trying not laugh.

Your eyes see red once more. This freaking asshole! You can’t be civil around him, that’s what it gets you! You have to bite the inside of your cheek to not go full berserk on him now. Instead, you turn around, the rolling of your eyes coming out instinctively as you stomp away to your room.

Once the door is closed the sound of unfiltered laughter is clear in your ears.

It’s been two hours, thirteen minutes and forty seconds since you’ve disappeared into your bedroom.

Not that Yoongi’s been counting or anything.

The party is in full bloom, everyone else already having shown up and Yoongi finds himself talking to Seokjin that came dresses as -surprise, surprise- a certain Italian plumber going by the name Mario.

He’s not exactly sure how he manages to do it every time. Pissing you off that is.

It is also unclear to him how he seamlessly fell into the position of your rival. He never wished to be, never tried to and somehow he always finds himself in this unfortunate situation.

A little voice in the back of his head warns him that it’s his own doing but he chooses to ignore that voice.

He stares into his cup lazily, the only true reason he came to the party missing and he sighs, because, honestly, like it wasn’t enough that he thought you were already in costume, he couldn’t keep the giggles to himself either.

He’s positive you’re fuming now and will certainly tear him a new one if given the chance. Jimin’s request for courtesy be damned.

And, as usual, instead of taking it like he should (seeing as he’s in the wrong), his competitive streak will make its appearance and he’ll act as if he’s done nothing to warrant such a reaction.

Sometimes Yoongi wonders what goes on in that mind of his. Clearly, there must be something wrong with it, for him to act like such a jackass to the girl he likes.

A movement to his right, not too far away from him, catches his eye and he turns his head instinctively towards the sudden motion, the thought that this is where your door is, briefly passing his mind.

Although, he ponders, maybe if he paid a little more attention to that thought, he wouldn’t be staring at you with his mouth open right now.

You finally decided to grace the party with your appearance, and Yoongi chuckles at the choice of words as he gazes at your costume.

You’re dressed in a white, midi, puffed skirt with black details around the waist paired with low, black kitten heels. On the top, you’re wearing a black, short-sleeved blouse with an almost off-shoulder, v-neck neckline, where a set of pearl earrings and necklace grace your skin. There’s a white, almost transparent shawl hanging softly from your arms and you’re sporting a pair of white gloves as well. Your hair is smooth, styled back and ending in big, slick curls at the bottom.

You’re dressed as Grace Kelly in the movie “Rear Window” and Yoongi can’t get his fucking eyes away from you.

Holy fuck, how do you look so beautiful?

Admittedly, to Yoongi you’d look beautiful even with a sack of potatoes but that’s not the point.

Well, he has no fucking idea what the point is. Maybe it’s his inability to form a coherent phrase in your presence without sounding like a completely pompous jerk. Maybe it’s the glint in your eyes as you take in the party and seem to finally enjoy the vibe. Or maybe it’s just the way he can’t keep his eyes away.

Your eyes find him for a second. Only for a second but it has you halting in your steps. You stare back, uncertain of why he does too, but there’s something different in the way he’s looking at you right now. He’s never looked at you like that before.

Or maybe you just hadn’t noticed.

You shake your head of any thoughts of him as you approach Jimin, Taehyung and Namjoon across the living room.

There’s a whistling noise coming from Jimin’s best friend as Jimin’s eyes widen and Namjoon’s mouth hangs open at the sight of you in costume.

You smile knowingly at the three friends, giving them a twirl to see your skirt in action as you giggle joyfully.

“Look at you, hoe! You clean up niiiiiiice!” Jimin says, approaching you as his eyes travel all over the outfit with an appreciative glint.

“I only wanted to look my best for my roommate’s party!” you wink shamelessly at him and he giggles, shoving you lightly.

“And are you sure it had nothing to do with Yoongi’s comment earlier?” he asks mischievously and you lose your train of thought as you redden in embarrassment. You had no idea Jimin heard that but you’ll be damned if you let him think that’s true.

“Of course not! I had this planned the minute you said you were gonna throw a party!” you smile back, quickly composing yourself, although the costume you were actually planning on wearing mocks you from the floor of your bedroom where it’s currently laying.

Jimin enjoys the attention you’re giving him, quickly forgetting about the costume. “Stop flirting with me, it’ll get you nowhere!”

“Yeah, stop flirting with him, he’s mine!” Taehyung jokes, wrapping an arm around Jimin’s shoulders. Although judging by their matching costumes as Sherlock and Watson and the blush currently occupying both of their cheeks, you’d say there’s more truth to that joke than they’d like to admit.

You raise your hands up in defeat as you turn to the third person there. “Namjoon what do you think? Is it good?” you ask him, motioning to the dress. But you fail to register Namjoon’s blown out eyes and the redness of his face.

“I, uhm... You’re beautiful, Y/N. Really,” he comments, although his voice sounds more like a stutter and when your eyes finally meet his, you can’t miss the way he visibly avoids looking into your eyes.

You bite your lip. He’s cute.

“Thank you, joonie!” you say, pecking his cheek that has him almost choking on his spit and you giggle at the boy’s clear awkwardness around women.

But as mirth enters your eyes, it’s quick to abandon them as you watch the other blond boy staring at you from his previous spot. Although seeing him look at you would quickly put a dump in your mood, this time his gaze is different. Different from usual and different from when you came out of your room.

His eyes are dark, staring deeply at you as if he’s trying to look right through you and your heartbeat quickens. His face is stoic, calm though you have a feeling it’s not in correspondence with his actual feelings. And for some reason, it’s making you feel things.

Dark, wicked, sinful things.

Then he smiles at you. It makes you exhale shakily and your legs tremble.

You quickly turn your gaze away, trying to resist the urge to hide your cheeks behind your hands, choosing to instead focus on what your other friends have been saying. Even if Yoongi’s gaze still lingers on your skin.

You don’t know how long it’s been since you started talking to Namjoon on the couch just to have your mind occupied with something else other than Yoongi.

Fortunately, you’ve found the rum storage to also keep you occupied, even if you’re currently on your third drink, already having a pleasurable buzz running through your bones.

You don’t know why you’re like this. You’re supposed to detest the boy’s presence, not feeling the need to drag him away and wipe that smirk off his lips with your own.

Jesus, what is wrong with you lately?

You hate to admit it, you really do but recently instead of wanting to choke him to death, you want him to choke you.

And not to death.

You keep picturing him between your breasts, between your thighs and his mocking words instead of putting you off, they rile you up even worse.

The chemistry seemed to always be there, you think, but you’ve only stumbled on it as of lately. As if it was always hiding in the shadows, waiting for the moment you got aware of it so it can finally burst and make you want to fuck him senseless.

“Y/N!”

You jump in your spot, quickly shaking away any remnants of your fantasies to stare back at Namjoon apologetically.

“Sorry, my mind wandered off, what were you saying?” you reply with a sheepish smile and Namjoon is quick to smile back at you.

“I was just asking if you dance?” he asks, tilting his head cutely at you but his question confuses you. Wasn’t he just talking about the newest tv series he started watching?

“I, uh, you mean generally or you asking me to dance?” you respond with a nervous chuckle. Although you doubt there’s anything to be nervous of. Namjoon sees you as a friend.

His smile gets bigger, as if not hearing the nervousness in your voice. “The second one,” he replies casually, too confident in himself and a portion of your mind is wondering where the awkward boy from before went.

The other portion, the bigger one is panicking.

Your eyes widen and your mouth drops open. He can’t be serious, right? You’re just friends! Though when his gaze remains calm, hopeful as he stares at you, you realize that maybe Namjoon wants something more.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit, how did you not see this coming?! If you just paid a little closer attention to him you’d realize he acted nervously around you because he liked you, not because of a sudden avoidance of women in general. Fuck, what are you supposed to tell him?

“Uuuh, I- I-” you stutter, trying to find the right words to say and Namjoon, bless him, looks confused but not suspicious enough to understand why you can’t give him an answer.

You take a breath. Okay, you got this. You’ll let him down gently and then-.

But your train of thought is interrupted when you notice the figure looming over the two of you ominously. Both pair of eyes rise up to see Yoongi currently staring at you with an indescribable expression on his face.

“Oh, hey, hyung, what’s up?” Namjoon asks with a nervous chuckle, eyes drifting between the two of you, fearful you might get into a physical altercation again.

You find your eyes glued to his, staring up at him from behind your eyelashes, heartbeat quickly rising as he keeps on staring back. Your breath quickens as well now that his undivided attention is on you, suddenly aware that your current position gives him a perfect view of your cleavage that rises and falls with every breath.

Something stirs up in your stomach at the thought, your tongue peeking out to wet your lip. His eyes seem to follow the movement, ravenous and greedy as his own tongue pokes at his cheek in which can only be described as the most sensual thing you ever saw. You find it hard to swallow, not knowing what to say or do, completely under the spell of his eyes.

He presses his lips together to hide his smirk, with a confident tilt of his head as his eyes run up and down your body and you feel your arousal pooling in your abdomen. God, you wanna bite that smirk off his lips.

“Y/N, can I talk to you?” he finally replies, voice deep and rough as he crosses his arms on his chest. The movement has the muscles ripple beneath his shirt and your mouth waters almost instinctively. You clear your throat, otherwise your answer might have come out in the form of squeaks.

“Sure...” you meet his gaze, crossing your arms on your chest as you wait for him to go on. Yoongi sees the silent challenge hidden in your eyes and you almost see the cogs running in his head as he ponders on his next move.

He doesn’t relent though, his gaze as intense as ever on you. “Private...”

You stare at him for a second, with narrowed eyes. Should you go with him? You don’t know if you should. But you admit it gives you an easy way out of that conversation with Namjoon.

So with a huff, you get up from your seat, smoothing over the wrinkles in your skirt.

“Sorry, Joon, I’ll be back in a bit...” you turn to say to the younger man with a smile. Namjoon quickly gets over his shock before he nods at you with a smile. Yoongi instead rolls his eyes, before his palm wraps around your wrist to guide you through the party.

You gasp at the sudden touch of his skin on your but you’re pretty sure the sound of the speakers masked the sound from his ears. You let him lead you through the crowd until you end up in the corridor and walk into the pantry room.

Once the door is closed, Yoongi frees your wrist to fall lifelessly at your side and at once your arms end up hugging your middle protectively. You pay him no attention as he closes the door, instead looking everywhere else besides his back that strains under that shirt.

Though that alone isn’t capable of helping you avoid the newly rush of exhilaration running through your body at the thought of being closed up in such a narrow space together.

“So what did you want to tell me...?” you ask, impatient as your leg bounces up and down, still refusing to look at him, in case your feelings and thoughts are written on your face.

Yoongi doesn’t respond. Instead, he climbs up at one of the counters to sit down, grabbing an almost empty jar of peanut butter and proceeding to lick the spoon inside clean.

Your eyes now find him, narrowed and confused as he seems to not pay you any attention. A moment passes where he doesn’t reply; really he doesn’t do anything but lick the peanut butter of that spoon.

Not wanting to wait anymore, you throw your hands up in the air with a huff before they land on your waist in what you hope seems like a threatening stance. “Well?”

Finally, his eyes rise to meet yours as if only now becoming aware of your presence there in the same room as him. He takes a look at you, a good look that has you shuffling on your spot before he goes in to scoop some more of the spread.

“You’re out of peanut butter,” he simply retorts, taking another spoonful into his mouth.

You stare at him, not entirely sure if you heard right.

We’re out of peanut butter?

This can’t be the reason why he wanted to talk to you, right? Although when he makes no other comment on that or really anything else, you realize that that’s all he wanted to say to you.

“Are you serious? That’s why you brought me here?” you exclaim, voice rising in anger with the absurdity of the situation. Did he really have to drag you all the way here just to tell you that?

Yoongi shrugs nonchalantly, his messy blonde looks falling on top of his eyes as he refuses to look at you.

You press your lips together to suppress your rage. He’s toying with you.

But you won’t give him the satisfaction of giving him a reaction.

Instead, you let out a heavy sigh and shaking your head. No, you won’t curse at him, you won’t talk to him, you won’t even look at him. You’re just gonna get out.

You walk to the door, ready to meet the outside world once more but when you move the handle down, the door won’t budge. So you try again. No luck. You realize it’s locked, another wave of rage overwhelming you when you realize Yoongi just locked the two of you here with no explanation whatsoever.

And no, the absence of peanut butter doesn’t count.

You turn around rushedly, eyes already furious on him as you clench your jaw, trying too hard to ignore how casually hot he looks dressed as Han Solo and eating what’s left of your peanut butter. “That’s not funny.”

His eyes still remain on the almost empty jar, not giving you a spare look. “What’s not funny?”

Your fists tighten in an attempt to not yell at him. “Yoongi give me the key.”

Finally, your words seem to reach him as he raises his face to meet your own with a facade of innocence. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he has the audacity to say before a traitorous smirk covers his lips.

One that makes your insides clench and your anger to magnify.

“Give me the goddamn key, Yoongi,” you bite back, taking short, booming steps towards him and instead of quivering back in fear, his smirk grows.

Shit, you wanna fuck him so bad.

“I don’t have it,” he says with a shit-eating grin, one that matches both him and his costume so well, one reeks of cockiness and boldness and all logic flies out the window.

You quit playing nice.

Your hands drag him off the countertop as they search roughly through his garments to find that fucking key so you can get out of here, further away from him before you do something you’ll regret.

But he laughs at your antics, clearly not taking you seriously as he lets you search him all over. When you come up empty with a heave of frustration, you shove him back, his hips colliding with the counter as your arms cage him between the marble and your body. A stray hair has left your perfectly composed hairdo and you huff it out of your face as you stare at Yoongi with laboured breaths. He stares back, eyes lazily traveling your form and even though you’re the one trapping against the counter he looks entirely too comfortable.

Like he’s got you right where he wanted.

You heave against him, chest almost brushing his own as you try to clear your head enough of sinful thoughts to pay attention to the urgency here. Although with how his arms bulge underneath his shirt, how his collarbones peak from beneath the fabric, how his thighs seem to fill out his jeans, how that fucking grin seems etched into his lips, you’d say your tries were in vain.

You’re careful not to touch when you speak again, although your traitorous eyes trail the pumping veins at the side of his neck. “Where is it?”

His smirk only grows, tilting his head to the side as he looks at your lips through hooded eyes. “What’s in it for me?”

You’re taken aback by his question, not quite knowing how to answer it as his eyes fall to the bare skin beneath your neck. A sharp inhale resonates around the room, belatedly realizing it came from you and before you get to answer Yoongi speaks again.

“Back pocket on my left.”

Your frown deepens. “Give it to me.”

And his smirk grows. “Get it yourself.”

Your lips press together at that. His back pocket is currently pressed against the counter and there’s no way to get that key without touching his ass.

Fuck.

Though his eyes raise a challenge. One that says you won’t be able to do it.

So, true to your natural instincts to oppose him, you take a prideful breath before your hand dives between the counter and his body.

His eyes widen for a millisecond, clearly not expecting this from you but he’s quick to disguise the reaction. He stares leisurely at you instead, licking his lips with interest as his eyes fall to your breasts as you come closer.

You try to ignore the feeling of his plump ass against your hand as you search for his pocket. But then you also have to ignore your chest pushing on his own, leaving no room for decency as your bating breath fans over his lips with the contact. Your heartbeat quickens once more with the proximity, failing to hide your blushed cheeks from how close to him you are.

Yoongi’s eyes move to your lips and they stay there, watching your mouth exhaling softly with every breath and he has half a mind to not kiss you senseless right now.

You swear you won’t be able to take any more of this. You’re one step away of yielding when your hand finally feels something cold and metallic. You’re swift in taking the key out of his pocket, ready to gloat in his face but as you do so, his hands are quicker. As you’re ready to lean away from him, they’re already landing on your hips, grabbing the soft flesh and pulling you flash against him.

There’s a gasp tumbling out of your mouth at the unexpected gesture, the key falling from your hands as they fly to grasp at his shoulders in surprise. You’re now standing a hair’s breadth away from one another, his breath mingling with yours as your eyes stare unabashedly at each other.

“You... you did this on purpose you prick...” you whisper, breathless as your eyes fall to his plump looking lips, ready to be devoured.

This time he doesn’t smirk, clearly as affected as you as he can’t help but stare bewitched at your mouth. “Do you want me to let you out?” he breathes back.

At any other given moment, you wouldn’t have hesitated. You’d be out of the room in seconds, trying to get him out of your hair. But tonight is different. It is as if everything tonight happened to converge together so this moment could come. So he could ask you that question. So you could only reply with one word.

“No,” and you dive in, finally kissing him.

A sound of surprise escapes his lips but then he presses you closer, body moulding against yours as his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs. An animalistic growl falls free from his mouth, taking your bottom lip in between his lips, tugging it roughly, making a moan roll from your tongue. Your hands fly to grip at his shirt to press him closer, accidentally grazing across his milky skin and he feels cools beneath your fingers.

He’s quick to roughly press you up against the opposite wall, hands flying to grasp your own and push them over your head. You moan at the impact, feeling your arousal flowing from your cunt, ruining your panties and your legs rub together to get some much-needed relief.

Yoongi curses as he sees the motion, grabbing your hands with one hand as the other dives down to bunch up as much as he can of your skirt and wedge a leg beneath your own. You whine at the contact, moving your lips against his flexed thigh, the friction feeling deliciously against your clit.

“Yeah, you like that, princess? Wait till I’m done with you, you won’t even know your name,” he murmurs seductively against your ear before grazing it with his teeth. A moan of his name escapes you, no shame or pride left in you; only that carnal, animalistic need to get off.

“Fuck, fuck, please...” you plead as Yoongi peppers kisses on your jaw, your eyes closed in concentration as you drive your hips relentlessly against him.

“Please what? use your words...” he teases against your lips before leaving a languid kiss. His lips melt with yours slowly, the sound of your mouths colliding wet and arousing, as his tongue dives in to meet your own. Then his mouth travels lower, resting on top of your collarbones, leaving soft kisses that slowly turn into bites.

“Please, I need you... I need your-” your rant gets interrupted by a loud cry when Yoongi sucks a particularly rough hickey on your neck.

He seems to be enjoying this too much, having you at last to himself, moaning his name like it’s the only thing you need. “You need my what?” he asks teasingly, already knowing what you’ll say but once again you take him by surprise.

“Your hand. Your fingers. I need your fingers,” you manage to utter through heavy breaths, your hips still moving on top of his thigh, chasing after your high.

“My fingers, huh...?” he breathes against your neck as his tongue dives to lick against a freshly forming hickey. You hum in content as his kisses move upwards. “You need my fingers to do what? To toy with your clit until you’re screaming my name for everyone here to hear? To plunge into your cunt, knuckles deep until you’re a sobbing mess and asking me to stop?” his voice resonates against your skin, sending shivers down your spine along with the picture his words paint and, fuck, you want that so bad.

“Or do you need them...” his hand on your waist that’s holding your skirt up, moves upwards, letting the skirt fall over his thigh as well, and skims over your tummy, your breasts until it encloses its fingers around your neck. “... to choke you while I pound into you until you can’t take no more?” he says the same time he presses his fingers against your throat, a sharp inhale coming from you.

Your mouth falls open in a silent moan, rushed exhales leaving you as you can’t decide which one you want more. Fuck, fuck, fuck, you want them all.

Yoongi smiles wickedly at you before both his hands abandon your body; only to land on the waistband of your skirt and drag it down your legs. He throws the article of clothing away, before he’s on you again, kissing you harshly, hands tangling into your hair as he presses against you while yours meet at the nape of his neck.

“Unfortunately, we don’t have a lot of time before someone realizes we’re gone. But I promise to repay you heartily next time...” he whispers against your lips before his hands swoop beneath your thighs to carry you and this time you’re the one sitting on the counter with Yoongi between your legs.

You don’t mind his proposition as you both rush to get him out his confinements. He gets out the vest quickly, tossing it aside as you move to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, letting them fall to rest just on top of the swell of his ass. His fingers are reaching for your underwear, dragging it down your legs to let it fall to the floor as you finally get him out of his boxers.

He’s already hard, standing tall and stiff against his stomach, veins already running down the length of his cock and your mouth salivates. Your fingers wrap around his dick, slowly moving up and down and Yoongi lets out a heavy exhale as his forehead rests on your shoulders.

You pick up the pace, his hips faltering as they begin moving in time with your hand, chasing after his own high. Then he curses out loud, the sound carnal, sending another wave of slick down to your thighs before he pushes your hand away.

“Fuck, you’re gonna have me cumming on your hand...” he admits before grabbing at his cock to drive it slowly over your folds. You hiss at the contact, moving your hips instinctively to get your slick all over him and he bites his lip with so much force you think he’s gonna draw blood.

But then he pushes the head of his cock past your folds, having you biting his neck to stop from screaming too loud. He groans at the feeling of your velvety walls encompassing him and once he’s fully inside you he stops to take a breath.

It’s not enough for you though to gather your wits, before he slams into you.

“Fuck!” this time you can’t do nothing to control the cry that comes from your lips, nails digging into the flesh of his biceps. His jaw is clenched in concentration as his fingers grab harshly at your hips for leverage before he begins pounding into you.

The moans roll down your tongue without stopping, not having much of a mind to remember you’re currently in the middle of a party where anywhere can pass by and hear what you’ve been onto all this time. Or you simply don’t care, you can’t distinguish the difference anymore. The only thing that makes sense right now is the feeling of his dick driving into you.

Yoongi keeps thrusting into you, matching each movement with a low grunt, the sounds coming from him sounding filthy in your ears, making your arousal grow.

“Fuck, Yoongi, don’t stop...” you say breathlessly, your hips moving to meet his thrusts. His eyes finally move to your face for the first time since he entered you and something crosses his face as if he suddenly remembered something.

He smirks sinfully at you before one hand abandons your hips to caress the top of your breasts. Your eyes widen in excitement, hoping he’ll do what he promised as his palm now rests over your collarbones. Before his fingers finally reach your neck and softly press against the spots that have your head getting lightheaded.

You suck in a breath before your air supply gets cut off, mouth dropping open in complete ecstasy.

“F-fuck...” you stutter, eyes closing to concentrate better on the feeling of his cock inside you.

His hand on your neck pushes you back in an angled position that has his cock pushing repetitively against your g-spot and you cry out loud. Your hand flies behind to grasp at the shelf above you as you struggle to keep up. Your hips are relentless against his own as each thrust gets rougher and rougher than the rest. His grunts are louder and louder, signalling his close end and his other hand abandons your hips as well to come and rest at your clit.

You inhale sharply as much as you can when he begins rubbing the sensitive nub slowly, steadily but then he picks up the pace as he feels his high nearing as does yours with every thrust

“Fuck, Y/N, look at you, fucking look at you. So fucked out, so wrecked by my cock, fuck, I’ll, fucking, ruin, you,” he says lastly between his last powerful thrusts that have you both unravelling against each other. You come with a loud cry of his name, clenching uncontrollably against him as he finally lets your neck, the incoming breath adding to your high.

He curses out loud, coming with one final thrust, rope after rope of cum painting your walls as you both lay against each other breathless.

A minute or two pass like this, with his head hiding at your neck as you both calm down. Then you feel him pressing soft kisses on your skin, something that has you take a double take on him.

He feels you shifting beneath him so he raises his head to look at you with a goofy smile on his lips, that has your chest constrict wildly.

He’s... dare you say, cute?

“Uhm, what are you doing?” you ask confused and he tilts his head at you like a confused puppy.

“It’s called kissing I don’t know if you ever heard of it...” he says with a soft smile before pressing another kiss at the corner of your mouth. Your eyes widen, not at all used at this side of his as he’d usually mock you or tease you.

Although you’ve never really been in a similar situation with him before so you can’t really tell if this is usual for him.

Yoongi seems to sense your apprehension so he stops kissing you and leans back to get a better look at you.

“I thought you hated me...” you manage to mumble in utter confusion on this new side of him. You’re not used to it, you don’t know how to handle it and frankly, it makes you feel all sort of weird things you’ve never felt before.

Not about him at least.

He has the decency to look somewhat remorseful over your words. “Yeah... I never actually hated you... I was just avoiding you cause you made me nervous...” he admits, rubbing a hand at the nape of his neck awkwardly and your eyes widen at his confession.

You made him nervous?

“...And I guess me avoiding you didn’t help into you liking me either....” he observes sheepishly as you still stare at him shocked out of your wits.

Yoongi... likes you?

“So, uhm... I figured since we already did... that...” he says, entirely too innocently compared to what happened merely minutes ago and your heart does that thing again. That thing that makes you wanna pinch his cheeks or bake him a cake or something.

“That maybe... If you want... maybe I could take you out on a date?” he finishes with a flinch as if expecting you to immediately refuse him. To be honest your mind still tries to wrap around everything. You just had sex with him in your pantry room, his cock is still inside you, admittedly soft but that’s not the point, and he just asked you out on a date.

You’ve done weirder things, haven’t you?

Besides you’d hate to see his face fall if you deny him that.

Who would’ve thought?

Later, when you’re out of the pantry room with no one having a single clue of what you did, your eyes keep finding each other like a pair of lovesick teenagers.

Admittedly it’s all still new to you, but you don’t mind the way he’s looking at you. Or the way your heart beats when you catch him staring. You can get used to this.

You think no one has a single clue of what happened between the two of you. But at some point, Jimin happened to pass by the pantry room and heard things he didn’t wanna hear.

Now he’s scared for life but judging by the looks you keep exchanging with Yoongi, he’d say it was all worth it.

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jse-element-au · 4 years ago

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Tenebrae

Summary: While on patrol, Jackie notices someone-or something-dragging away a dead body. Of course, he decides to introduce himself.

Warnings: blood, injuries (cuts, bruises), implied suicide

Jackie paced in a circle, trying to look for any problems. Looking around at the busy streets, he couldn’t see anyone causing any trouble. It had been a surprisingly quiet day, with only one mugging and a couple of shoplifters, so he decided to take a break for lunch. After a quick check of his phone to see if there had been any cries for help, the hero sat down, grabbed his turkey sandwich, and let his legs dangle over the edge of the building.

He took a bite out of his sandwich as his mind jumped to how he even started as a superhero. It’d been-what, about a month now? My god, it’s been that long? Jackie thought. It felt like a week. At least he had more control over his powers now. Better to stun criminals instead of accidentally shocking random people on the street. He wasn’t entirely sure that everyone else was getting the hang of this whole powers thing as easily as he was. Oh! I should totally talk to Chase, Jackie realized. He’s definitely had the most trouble controlling his powers. Maybe I should give him some tips or something? Ooh! I could make a list of ways tha-

His train of thought came to an abrupt halt as he saw a shadowy black figure with smoke pouring off of it dragging away what looked like a dead body.

Woah, who is that? Jackie wondered. Is that even a person? It doesn’t really look like a person. Maybe it’s some sort of cryptid? He stared at it for a bit, mouth agape, when he realized-Oh shit! I should be going after them-it, whatever it is. It’s probably up to no good. He chucked his sandwich onto the ledge (the birds would eat it anyway) and leaped to the next building in pursuit of the...thing.

As he got closer to it, he realized how odd the creature truly was. He-they-it, whatever it was-tried to avoid direct sunlight and stay in the shadows of buildings, like some sort of vampire. It seemed to be made of some otherworldly substance, too, even though it was shaped and moved like a person. Black smoke poured off of it, and it didn’t look super solid. It almost looks like it’s made of shadows, Jackie noted. What the hell is this thing?

On the contrary, the man that the creature was dragging along didn’t look so good. He was unconscious, and Jackie could tell that there had been a struggle of some sort. He could see some cuts on the man’s arms from being dragged along the ground, along with a weird, thick, black substance that was leaking from his eyes and mouth.

Oh God, Jackie thought. What the hell happened? He quickly caught up to them, and decided to watch for a bit to see if he could corner it somewhere instead of confronting it out in the open, where it could easily run or hide. Obviously, it was a malicious being of some sort. What else could have caused that weird black stuff to leak from that person’s eyes? He watched it walk further ahead and turn into an alleyway right in front of the building Jackie was standing on. It propped the body against the back of the alley so it was facing him. Jackie was about to jump down and pull his whole “Drop the civilian and no one gets hurt!’ schtick, until the creature solidified and formed into a man.

He was about average height, with pasty skin and dark green hair that was spiked up with hair gel. The sides of his head were shaved, and were a medium brown. He was facing away from Jackie, but was clearly hyperventilating.

“Oh fuck, fuck, shit, fuck, fucking HELL, shit, holy shit, FUCK!” he was saying. His voice was hoarse, with pauses here and there. It sounded like his vocal chords had been destroyed somehow. His volume fluctuated without control, so it sounded like there were gaps in his words. It almost sounds like his voice is glitching, Jackie thought with interest. What the hell happened to him?

He was saying to the other man, “Are you ok, dude? I have no idea what happened, I’m so sorry. I didn’t do it on purpose, I swear!! Please just...say something…….” The man burst into sobs.

Jackie was thinking about whether he should call the hospital or approach the men when the other man groaned. He had long, black, messy hair, and dark tan skin. He appeared to be a bit shorter than average and somewhat overweight. He opened his eyes slightly and said weakly, “It’s okay, man. I know you didn’t mean too.”

The first man choked and stopped sobbing. “Max! Holy shit, are you ok!? How are you feeling?”

“Eh, I’ve been better,” the second man joked. He chuckled, but it quickly devolved into coughing.

“That’s not very helpful, y’know,” the first man said with a slight smile in his voice.

“No, seriously, I’m fine."

“You look far from fine. How do you feel?”

“My head’s a bit foggy, everything aches, and my eyes really fucking hurt, but that’s it. The scratches all over my arms hurt, too. Did you have to drag me along the ground?” Max said.

The other man shrugged. “I panicked. You were heavy.”

Max smiled, then sighed. “I’m gonna take a nap. I’m really fucking tired.”

“What else is new?”

Max snorted. “You okay with just chilling here?”

“Yeah, I’ll figure something out,” the man said. “Just-don’t die on me, ok? I don’t really want that on my consciousness.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t. I promise.” Max smiled and closed his eyes.

Jackie watched on in silence. He was about to leave, thinking, It seems like they’re fine, and I don’t really wanna bother them. Just as he was about to jump away, he remembered, Wait, that guy didn’t seem too healthy. He sounded really weird. Maybe he needs help or something like that. And the other guy, Max, doesn’t look too good either.

He got ready to just jump into the alley. Shit-no, I shouldn’t do that. It’ll probably scare that dude. Instead, he just yelled down, “Hey, civilian! Need any he-”

Before he could get any farther, the man looked up in alarm and saw Jackie standing on top of the building.

“HEY!!!” he yelled. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!”

“Shit,” Jackie swore under his breath. Out loud, he said, “Hey, civilian! I didn’t mean to disturb you. I was just gonna ask you if you needed any help! So, uuh, do you need any help?”

The man wasn’t even listening to Jackie. Instead he was ranting to himself, sounding extremely panicked. “Shit, shit, shit, FUCK! What the FUCK am I gonna do now! The cops are gonna be on me now, because YOU,” and he pointed at Jackie, “are probably going to call them, because of COURSE you will, an-and what am I supposed to say?! ‘Oh, I’m so sorry about this unconscious person next to me, officers!!! My roommate hugged me after I got into a fight to get me to calm down and all of a sudden black tar started coming out of his fucking eyes and mouth, and when I tried to drag him back to our apartment, I turned into some weird otherworldly fucking substance!! So sorry about that! I’ll just be on my merry way now, thank you!’”

Jackie waited until he was done. “Uhm, are you okay dude? I’m not gonna call the cops, I was only asking if you needed help. Okay?”

The man took a couple of shaky breaths and calmed down. “How did you find me?” he demanded.

Jackie blanked. What the hell am I supposed to say? I can’t tell him that I followed him or he’ll freak out! “Uuuuh...I was on patrol, standing on this building, and I just saw you walk in the alleyway…?”

“Bullshit. You totally followed me! You're not going anywhere ‘till you promise you won’t tell anyone!!!”

“Okay, okay, I won’t tell anyone anything! Jeez!! Can I go now? Please? I need to save someone,” Jackie said. He had felt his phone beep in his pocket while talking to the man, and at this point, he was ready to use any excuse to get out of the mess he caused.

The man paused, thinking. “You’re that superhero dude, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Uuuh….yeah? I’m Jackieboy Man. Why are you asking?”

The man reflected on this (again). “You have actual powers, right? None of that ‘I have some nifty gadgets and I’m stronger than an average person’ shit?”

“Yeah, I can generate electricity. Can I please leave now?”

The man thought for a bit more. “Maybe.”

“Oh for God-Why?! I have to leave, dude. Unless I’m helping you, I can’t just do whatever you want me to do. I’m going, okay? I hope your friend’s alright.”

“But by sticking around, you would be helping me.”

Jackie sighed, and hoped that the person in trouble wasn’t about to die or anything drastic like that. “Okay. What do you need help with?” he asked in a friendlier tone.

The man shifted on his feet uncomfortably. “I-I wanted to talk to you about your powers.”

Jackie thought about how to break it to the man that he couldn’t do it. “I-okay,” he said. “I can’t do it this second, since I’m still on patrol, but I’m having a meet and greet Saturday in Clive Park. If you can’t make it, I’m usually roaming around the city. My patrol hours are always 9 till 10, sometimes later. Okay? I’m sorry I can’t help you right now.”

“Wait! It’s urgent! I swear!!” the man called out. But Jackie was already running towards the other end of the building.

Jackie’s phone beeped again. He stopped halfway to the ledge and checked it. Turns out that it was a false alarm, and someone just wanted to meet him. He muttered to himself, ��Damnit, I thought Chase fixed that.” He thought about what to do now. Should I go back to that weird dude, or go to a coffee shop somewhere and get some actual lunch? After some deliberation, he decided, Ehh, whatever. I’m bored, and started to walk back towards the two men in the alley.

When he got there, he called down into the alley, “Hey, I’m back. I’m free to discuss my powers.”

“I thought you had your hero duties or whatever,” the man sarcastically replied. He was leaning against the building that Jackie was standing on, and all Jackie could see was the top of his head.

“Well, they’ve been cancelled. Do you want to talk to me or not? I’m only available for a limited amount of time,” Jackie shot back.

The man sighed. “Fine. Come on down. Just-don’t get too freaked out when you see me.”

Wait, what? How bad was that fight he got into? Jackie thought to himself. He shrugged it off and said, “Okay. I won’t. If I come down there though, will you tell me what happened? I heard some of what you said before, and I’d like to know exactly what happened.” The other man started to speak, but Jackie cut him off, “No, I won’t tell the cops anything. I don’t really like cops, anyway. I’m technically a vigilante.”

The man nodded with respect. “Nice. I’ll tell you what happened. I’m Anthony, by the way. Not sure I ever mentioned that.”

Jackie started to climb down. “No, you didn’t actually. Cool name though.”

“Thanks.”

Jackie reached the alleyway, and turned to face Anthony. “So, what exactly did you want to talk abou-oH SHIT!”

Anthony’s neck was sliced open. Blood was pouring out of it, and the collar of his dark blue shirt was soaked. As well as that, his eyes were...weird. The right one was bright blue, and looked like a normal eye, but the left one was completely black. No pupil, no iris, nothing. It didn’t look very solid, either. It was constantly shifting and churning, almost like the weird creature he was before, Jackie later realized.

He looked pretty beat up, too. There were multiple cuts on his arm, and his left eye had already turned into a black eye. There were lots of bruises of different sizes and colors all over his legs.

“I told you not to freak out,” Anthony sounded hurt. At least the weird way he talked with the stutters and pauses made more sense now.

Jackie was momentarily speechless. “I-I...Your throat is slit wide open. How can I not be freaked out? You should be dead!”

“You think I don’t know that?” Anthony snapped. More blood started to pour out of his neck. He took a deep breath. “Ok, ok. I’m sorry I snapped at you, I just-today has sucked so much, and way too many things have happened. I swear I’ll tell you everything.”

Jackie hesitated. “Can I ask you one thing?”

“Fire away.”

“How the hell are you-”

“Not dead?” Anthony finished Jackie’s question. “I have no idea. I think it was a month and a half ago-ish, and I had an...accident...and my throat was sliced open. About 7 minutes after I died, I just..woke up! For no fucking reason at all. And then, a-all of this weird stuff started happening.”

“Like, all of a sudden, you could manipulate some element and you could do all of these weird things now?” the hero asked.

“Wha-yeah, exactly. How’d you know?”

“Same thing pretty much happened to me. Instead of getting my throat sliced open, I was struck with lightning. All of a sudden, electricity was bursting out of my hands and causing my phone to short-out.”

“Woah…Really?”

“Yeah! It was super weird at first, but I kind of learned to control it and use it for good! See?”

Jackie spread his hands out, and concentrated really hard. Crackles of electricity started to form in between his fingers, growing stronger and brighter. Since he was just showing off, they were a bright cyan. He smiled up at Anthony.

“Holy fuck!” Anthony said. “That’s insane!!”

Jackie dropped his hands to his sides and the electricity instantly disappeared. “Thanks!!! I usually use it to zap bad guys,” he said with a prideful grin.

There was a pause, where Anthony looked around somewhat uncomfortably. Is that all he wanted to see? Jackie wondered. If so, he coulda just looked at my Insta or something.

“So…what kinda powers do you have? Is it based off of some sort of element? Like electricity, or fire, or water, or something like that?” Jackie broke the silence.

“I...don’t really know.” Anthony replied, sounding irritated. “Everything weird that’s happened has happened involved this weird, black, goopy stuff. I have no idea what it is, which makes controlling it about 10 times harder.”

“What about your eye?”

“Oh, I have no idea how it’s doing this. I lost my eye the day after the accident, and it just formed out of nowhere about a week after I lost it.”

“Dude! That’s super cool!” Jackie said eagerly. “Can you still see out of it? Does it ever go away? Is it solid? What does it feel li-”

“Oh my God!” the man cried. “Do you ever fucking shut up?” He mumbled something that sounded like “I wish it had worked” as even more blood poured out of his neck.

Jackie was taken aback. “O-okay, I’ll stop talking,” he said hesitantly. “You could’ve just asked…”

After a pause, where he continued to stare at the floor and mumbled. Anthony looked up, seemingly confused. “No-I didn’t-ahh fuck, I’m so sorry,” he apologized. “I’m not usually like that, I swear.”

“Well then, why did you say that?” Jackie asked, hurt.

“I’m getting a bit tired of saying this, but I don’t know. I’ve been just like-angier, I guess, after the...accident. Is that a side effect of your powers?”

“What, being an asshole? No, no it’s not. Seems like a convenient excuse for you, though.”

Anthony looked guilty. He mumbled, “I said that I was sorry…”

Jackie sighed. “Alright, I’m sorry I said that. Thanks for apologizing.”

There was another pause, longer this time. That’s a weird side effect, if he isn’t lying, Jackie thought. Maybe he can control something different than the rest of us.

“What do you know about your powers?” he suddenly asked Anthony. “Like what consistently shows up when you use it?”

“Uummmm, it’s always black, it shows up at night more often than daylight…what else…it’s usually either smoke-y or goopy, stuff usually happens when I get emotional…uhmmm…I think that’s it?” Anthony said.

“Hmmm…” Jackie was lost in thought. Okay, so it’s obviously something completely different compared to anyone else’s powers, he started. It seems pretty different, except for the responds to emotions thing. Maybe smoke? No, he said that it’s goopy sometimes. It usually shows up at night…darkness? That’s not really an element though. What other elements are there anyway? I think there’s like, talking to animals, levitation, lightness...

“Shadows!” Jackie cried out.

Anthony jumped slightly. “What?”

“That’s what you can control! Shadows!” Jackie excitedly said.

Anthony thought about it, and a smile appeared on his face. “Oh my God-that makes so much sense! You’re a genius, kid!”

“It was nothing,” Jackie said bashfully. “I’m just glad that I could help you out.”

Just then, there was another beep from his phone. He checked it, and someone was being mugged only 2 blocks away.

“I’m so sorry dude, I’ve got to go,” he said to Anthony. “I have to go off to do my ‘hero duties.’ I hope you’re ok with it.”

“No, you’re good man. Go ahead,” Anthony said to Jackie. “I’ll always owe you for figuring out what the fuck’s going on with me. It’d be nice to get some tips for how to control my powers, but I understand that you have to leave.”

Jackie stared at Anthony. “Uuuh, you could’ve just asked me for my phone number.”

Anthony stared back at Jackie, and burst out laughing. “Right, right-Sorry about that! I can be such a moron sometimes.”

They exchanged numbers and shook hands. Jackie was glad he met Anthony. He seems alright, he thought. Not quite as nice as Henrik or Chase, and a bit weird, but still…

Jackie was about to climb back up to the roof, when he remembered that he still wanted to ask Anthony something.

“Can I ask you one last thing before I head off?”

“Of course. What’s up?”

“What was that accident that caused your throat to-uuuhh...end up like that?” Jackie asked. “That cut looks pretty deep.”

Anthony froze, scared out of his mind. He quietly mumbled, “I don’t really wanna talk about it...”

“No no, it’s okay! You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Jackie said gently. At least reassuring people was something that he’s good at.

“Thanks man. That means a lot.”

“No problem, dude.”

After a somewhat uncomfortable pause, Jackie said, “So...see ya around, I guess?”

Anthony gave him a warm smile. “Yeah...see you around.” His right eye swirled around ominously in its socket as Jackie leapt off to save another civilian.

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everlastingdreams · 5 years ago

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Lucifer Morningstar x Reader : Invidia Chapter 1

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Notes: Please know that I haven’t watched season 3 or 4 yet. It’s 4am here so sorry if there’s a mistake. Let me know what you think :)

Summary: Maze sends you on a date with another guy to help you forget about your feelings for Lucifer. Lucifer soon starts to act stranger than usual.

Chapter: 1/4

Trigger Warning: None I think.

Word Count: 1973 words

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After he had called you, requesting help with a case he and Detective Decker were trying to solve, you had droven all the way to Lux in the crappy weather. He had given you approximately five minutes of his attention before his eyes had wandered off to some women on the dancefloor. He had excused himself, said he would be back in a minute. But you knew Lucifer by now, you knew that 'minute' would be way longer then 60 seconds. You sighed as you rested your elbows on the bar, tearing your eyes away from Lucifer surrounded by a mob of beautiful women all trying to get his attention. You couldn't blame them, Lucifer was incredibly attractive and that worked like a magnet on both men and women. It definitely worked on you. Sadly you had no such luck getting his attention unless it involved police work. Sure he had flirted with you when you two met but you knew him. You knew it was how he was around everyone he found interesting. You had brushed him off, mostly because you had only just met him and you wanted to be professional. Later you brushed his flirting away, accepted that it was just how he communicated. You two had started to spend more time together, he often helped you out with your own cases. Brought you to Lux, where you had met Maze. Showed up at your doorstep either early in the morning, when you were still wearing your PJ's and bed head. Or late in the evening, when you were tired as hell after a long day. Needless to say, none of those moments were flattering. Somewhere in those moments you caught yourself falling for him. The sight of him was enough to make a smile grow on your face. Sure he was handsome, but it was the moment he started to open up about his past, his family issues.. that really drew you in. He never lied to you even if the truth was rough. You knew he really was the actual devil, he had looked at you with fear in his eyes as if you were going to run away from the piano you were sitting at with him. You just listened to him as he told his story. That was the day you truly fell for him. He still flirted with you, it was harder to try not to blush when he did. You just laughed awkwardly and ignored it. But on the inside it was killing you, your feelings for him had continued to grow and now his casual flirting was becoming painful for you. You didn't want 'casual', you wished he would feel the same way about you as you felt about him. But you knew that Lucifer was....Lucifer. You didn't have the guts to tell him how you felt, you feared it would change everything and the last thing you wanted to lose was your friendship. So you sucked it up and locked your feelings away. And to be able to do that you had tried to avoid seeing him outside of work lately. And even when you worked on a case you tried to keep the focus on the case. Turning down his usual invitations to grab a drink at Lux. You just couldn't deal with being around him while you worked through your issue. You were here tonight because he needed some information about a case and that was what you talked about. You glanced in his direction again, some of the women were dancing seductively around him. You snapped your eyes away from them. A glass was pushed in front of you and you looked up at Maze who was looking at you with a knowing look. You shook your head as you pushed the glass in her direction again “I didn't order anything-” “Yeah, I know. You look like you need it.” she tilted her head in your direction as she pushed the glass to you again “On the house.” You let out a sigh before you took the glass in your hand “Thanks Maze. At least someone noticed me.” She poured out a glass for herself as well and raised it up a little as she leaned on the bar close to you “Cheers.” “Cheers.” you replied and took a big swig from the drink. She raised her brows and let out a chuckle “Wauw. Crappy day, huh ?” You scoffed quietly “More like crappy evening.” Her eyes wandered to the dancefloor before she looked back to you “ I hope your talking about Lucifer and those chicks and not me.” You let out a chuckle, placing the glass back down “You know you are the light in my life Maze.” you said sarcastically. She rolled her eyes trying to hide the smile growing on her face “I probably should have given you something with less alcohol.” “Like you would do that.” you smirked at her. She gave a nod “Look, maybe you should just tell him. I mean, he's been going soft for a while now.” she pulled a disgusted face and you swallowed your laugh because she was serious “ Maybe even the devil himself is able to get.... feelings.” You tried not to laugh at the way she seemed uncomfortable at Lucifer being more human “This is hard for you isn't it ?” She groaned “I am only telling you this because I like you. Well I like you better then one of them..” she tilted her head in the direction of the dancefloor again. “And at least I wouldn't have to deal with the women anymore after they are finished with-” “Okay. Okay. Too much information.” you stopped her from finishing the sentence. “But I can't tell him Maze. He'll start acting weird if he would know. You know how he is.” She let out a deep breath “I am not going to be stuck watching you looking at him longingly then.” she tapped her fingers on the bar for a moment before she pulled out her phone “If you're not going to tell him and just ignore him, then maybe I have an idea.” she smirked as her eyes were glued on her phone. You furrowed your brows “Uuuh.. Maze ?” “Mhm.” she hummed as she kept her eyes on the screen. “What kind of idea are you talking about ?” you watched as a grin now appeared on her face. She held up the phone in your direction now and motioned for you to look at the screen. There was a picture of a guy, clearly taken at Lux. Your eyes went from the screen to Maze a few times before it clicked, your eyes widened “No. No way. Maze I-” “Too late. He's picking you up tomorrow night.” she explained, clearly enjoying your reaction. “You gave him my address ?! Maze I'm not going on a date with a guy I never even met before !” you were terrified at the thought. She just rolled her eyes “Relax. It's just a date at a restaurant. All in public, if you don't like him just call me or text me and I'll come to your rescue.” You groaned in annoyance “Damnit. Alright fine ! But he'd better not be a serial killer.” She scoffed “Yeah. You mean like the ones you hunt down pretty much every day ?” You opened your mouth but couldn't find a witty reply. She was right, you had worked on enough murder cases. “He's sweet. That's why I'm setting you up with him. Too nice for me.” She took a sip of her drink. “That's a relief at least.” you sighed in defeat as you drank some more “What's his name ?” “Mike. He's a lawyer.” the corner of her mouth twitched. You nodded and looked at the dancefloor one more time, seeing how Lucifer had an arm around the waist of one of the women. “I guess I'll be seeing my lawyer then.” you smirked at Maze earning a wide grin from her. What harm could it do ?

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Picking clothes out for a date wasn't one of your best qualities. You hadn't met the guy yet but you kept an open mind and maybe it could be something. A real something, not a secret crush on your friend. You held two outfits in your hands, both hanging on their clothes hangers as you held them in front of you while checking yourself out in the mirror. You threw your head back and groaned. You didn't know what to wear, it had been a long time since you had actually been on a date. The long days at work were to blame for that. You put the clothes down on your bed as you digged in your wardrobe again. The doorbell rang and you bumped your head against one of the shelves when the sound suprised you. This evening had started of well. You rubbed your head while you walked to your front door. You had expected it to be Maze, it would not have suprised you. You opened the door and your eyes were met with but all too familiar brown ones. Not who you were expecting. “Lucifer ? Hey. I wasn't expecting you today.” not when you were getting ready for a date with another guy to forget him. "Hello, (y/n). I was wondering if you had vanished from the face of the earth." it was a lighthearted comment. You avoided his gaze. It hadn't been easy avoiding Lucifer, but you had to do it. Seeing him flirt with beautiful women sure as hell made a dent on your self esteem. "Lucifer.. sorry.. I've just been really busy." You didn't want to hurt his feelings. It wasn't his fault that you had feelings for him that he could not return. "Oh, I see." He looked at you like a kicked puppy before his eyes fell to your hands "What's that ?" You looked at your hand, realising you still had the dress in your hand that you were going to try on. "It's a dress. I uhm... I'm planning my outfit for tonight." the words fell from your lips, too fast to stop them. A smile grew on his face again as his eyes sparkled with mischief "Oh ! We're going to a party then ?" This was going to be awkward to explain to him. "No, not a party. I-" you started but Lucifer interupted "OH ! A ball then ? It's been a while since I've done one of those." he got more enthusiastic. You bit your lip “No, Lucifer... I have a date tonight.” “A date ?” he looked at you as if you just told him you could turn water into wine. You were a bit insulted at his reaction “Yes.. Date. I am going on a date. Tonight.” He stared at you for a second before he snapped out of it “Oh.. I see.” “So, I am sorry, Lucifer, but I need to get ready for tonight.” as much as it hurted you, you wanted him to leave. You wanted to focus on the date and it would be hard if Lucifer was in your thoughts. His usual smirk found it's way back again and he brushed past you as he walked inside your house. You closed your eyes and sighed before turning around to face him. “Who is it ? Do I know him ?” Lucifer asked as he poured out some fresh orange juice you had made in a glass. “Make yourself at home.” you said sarcastically at his lack of manners. “I will, thank you.” he didn't get the hint.

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fritzllang · 5 years ago

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#7 for Pink/Orange?

Thank you so much for the prompt, and also for your amazing art which partially inspired this.

This is actually the longest piece of fanfiction I've written, so there's that. And I still have a couple of ideas about it, so who knows, maybe I end up writing a second part.

Hope you enjoy.

7. “Everyone keeps telling me you’re the bad guy.” + Pink/Orange

"Well kids, that's it for today. I've got places to be, should I drop ya off?"

White is half-turned in the driver's seat of his car to look at Freddy in the passenger side. Pink occupies one of the back seats; the three of them have just spent the entire afternoon staking out the diamond's place, eating junk food and listening to White's amusing but intentionally vague stories about his past jobs.

Before Freddy can say a word Mr. Pink answers for him:

"Actually… Orange, I was wondering if you wanted to hang out for a while?"

Freddy is surprised by the question, but he sees no good reason to say no; he can even justify himself saying it's good for his assignment to spend time with the guys. Still, he looks at White as if he's asking for permission. White looks back at him with a raised brow but says nothing, so Freddy shrugs.

"Yeah, sure. Bye, Mr. White."_ Shit, I sound like a fucking school kid_. He tries not to cringe as he gets out of the car and shuts the door behind him.

"Bye, boys." By the sound of his voice, White seems to find the whole situation entertaining.

As the car drives off the curb Freddy finds himself standing on the sidewalk along with Pink and suddenly feels self-aware, so he lights a cigarette and starts walking without direction, just to keep his feet occupied. For a while, Pink just follows beside him. Freddy's not exactly sure what it is that the man wants to do.

"So…" he starts, but he doesn't really have anything to say.

"Yeah, right. So, I was wondering…" Pink seems twitchy, but that's not out of the ordinary. "I heard you say you like action movies? There's this one I want to see…" Pink's fumbles with something in his pocket and produces a rolled cigarette, lights it with nervous hands. "Just came out. It's called Point Break. Wanna go see it?" Pink looks like it took him a lot of effort to get the words out.

Freddy ponders the question for a moment. Is this guy really asking me out on a date? He's not sure if he's reading the signs correctly; but if he is, well, he's not really opposed to the idea. Admittedly, Pink's not the nicest fella he's ever met, but at least he's pretty sure there's more to him than that coat of assholery he seems to wear for an armor. And then again, probably Holdaway would congratulate him for fraternizing with one of the guys. Sure Freddy, probably the man would also be glad to know you've been checking the boy's ass (not bad, for a man so scrawney).

In the end, he chuckles and nods. "Yeah, why not. I haven't been to the movies in a while."

Pink seems to light up. "Great. Uh… there's a theatre this way…"

They find themselves in an old, dusty-looking, two-screen movie theatre; Freddy buys a small tub of popcorn, and the movie hasn't even started when he's already regretting not ordering the large one, because Pink is stealing them and even has the nerve of complaining about the lack of butter. He thinks he might be starting to find the guy adorable. Freddy wonders if Pink's gonna try any kind of move on him during the movie, and the thought makes him nervous. What if he takes my hand or some shit like that? He already has enough with feeling like a fucking lovesick teenager around Larry, doesn't need the trouble of getting involved with another guy from the team. He decides to make an effort to keep his hands on his lap, staring straight ahead at the screen, and immerse himself in _Point Break _for the next two hours. (*)

Pink doesn't make a move; Freddy spends the whole time squirming and fidgeting in his seat anyway. He couldn't have picked a worse movie to watch if he had tried. Pink's constant hushed commentary doesn't make it any better, either. Fucking Hollywood movies with their fake-ass sexy FBI undercover agents and their homo plots. Fuck. Is the universe trying to laugh in his face? Has Pink discovered he's a cop and this is his fucked-up psycho way of telling him? But when the credits roll and the lights come back on Pink is staring at the screen teary-eyed and looking like he's ready to suck Keanu Reeves off. He doesn't blame him, either; he might have enjoyed the movie if he hadn't spent every minute of it expecting the man by his side to turn to him and say "Hey, could you imagine if there was a fucking undercover pig in our group, Orange?"

He's not telling Holdaway about this.

So as Pink is turning to say something Freddy gets up rather quickly and goes straight to the bathroom, ignoring the man behind him. He takes a couple of minutes to compose, wash his face and throw looks at himself in the mirror. He even whispers to himself, quietly, after making sure no one else is in the stalls.

"He doesn't know shit. You're super cool. You're fucking Beretta. You can do this Freddy. Shit. You can do this."

When he gets out of the bathroom Pink is waiting for him outside, absolutely oblivious to Freddy's nervousness (thank the man for his lack of social skills). "Was that a good fucking movie or what?"

Freddy gives him a lazy smile and agrees, and doesn't have to do much else because Pink starts going on a full review of every scene in the movie, with analysis of the subtext and innuendos, and he only has to nod and hum from time to time for the guy to be content.

By the time Pink is wrapping up his critique, they've been walking around for half an hour and Freddy's feeling a lot better. Pink seems to have been too enthralled by Reeve's and Patrick Swayze's intense relationship to give any thought to a possible rat in their job. It also clears any suspicions Freddy might have had about the man's tendencies. He definitely finds him adorable. Suddenly Pink stops and looks at Freddy with a smile on his face, he's taking something out of his pocket. "Hey, back there you seemed a bit on edge… you want to relax, for a bit?"

Pink opens a small tin can and shows it to him. There's a few rolled cigarettes and a joint inside.

This time Freddy lets out a big laugh, because if that isn't an advance then he hasn't seen one. But the truth is, he's starting to have a lot of fun with Pink.

"Yeah, let's go."

"Wait, I wanna grab a coffee first." He signals to a cafe on the corner.

"I thought you wanted to relax."

"I want you to relax. Anyway, I'll order decaf."

They order two to go and when Freddy goes for his wallet Pink puts a hand on his arm and smiles nervously.

"I'll pay. Owe you one for the popcorn."

Freddy lets him, but when the waitress brings the change back and Pink picks it all up Freddy lets out a chuckle and fishes a single from his pocket for the girl. Pink doesn't notice, he's too busy sniffing his coffee suspiciously and taking a cautious sip.

"Are you sure this is decaf?"

The waitress is trying to reassure him but Freddy's already on his way out, tugging at Pink's arm.

"I'm sure it is, leave the lady alone."

They sit side by side at a solitary part of the pier, almost sprawled on the wood planks. Pink takes the neatly rolled joint from the tin can and lights it up, huffing it a few times and then passing it to Freddy. He brushes Pink's fingers when he takes it, just to see if there's a reaction (there is, a twitch of the hand) and gives it a tentative puff. He hasn't smoked weed in a long time, almost since high school, and wants to be careful; the only thing he needs now is a high-induced burst of honesty or something like that. He doesn't want to look like a rookie either, he's supposed to be a dealer after all.

Stop it, Freddy, you're thinking too much.

Almost immediately he starts feeling the old-familiar dizziness and knows it's affecting him more than he wished.

The sun is starting to settle and the sky is tinted with orange and pink hues, it's like they've bled their code names into the dusk. Freddy stares at the clouds and is torn between finding it enchanting and terribly corny. The truth is, it does cast a beautiful light on Pink's face, softens his sharp edges. The guy's smiling too, in a way Freddy had never seen yet. Pink talks first.

"So, are you nervous about the job? Your first big thing, isn't it?"

Don't be too honest, Freddy. Don't be too honest.

"Uuuh… I mean, yeah, but just a little. The normal amount. You?"

"Nah. Well, I'm always nervous. But not about the job. I feel confident about it, we're supposed to be professionals."

"Yeah, I guess…"

"I mean, I wouldn't pick any of those guys for a friend, but if Joe chose them he must've had a reason."

Freddy lets out a soft laugh, he feels a bit lightheaded. "You wouldn't, uh?"

"Of course I wouldn't. Have you ever been alone with Mr. Shit?"

"Brown? Can't say that I have."

"Never met anyone more obnoxious in my life. The man can't fucking shut up." That sure sounds a bit like someone. Pink takes another drag before talking. "Always going on and on about Nancy Sinatra or The Breakfast Club or whatever thing he saw the night before in his mom's basement. And they say I'm annoying? What a nerd."

Freddy bursts out laughing, and Pink looks at him surprised but then does too. It takes them a minute to calm down.

"What do you say about Mr. Blue?" says Freddy, "is the man eighty or what? Always looking like he's about to take a nap."

"Yeah, totally. Sure, the guy must be old school, probably has a ton of amusing anecdotes about serving in the Second World War."

"Maybe even the First."

Pink wheezes, a cloud of smoke coming out of his nose and mouth at once. He passes the spliff to Freddy again. "And don't even get me started on Mr. Blonde, the psycho. Every time you so much as bother him a little he looks like he's ready to break your nose."

Freddy couldn't agree more. He won't say it, but that Mr. Blonde guy scares him; reminds him of some of his worst colleagues. He takes a long drag, longer than he intended, and returns it.

"And what about that "Nice Guy" Eddie?" Freddy makes the quotes with his fingers. "Yeah I get that he's the boss' son, but does he do anything? Is his job to babysit us or something?"

Pink shakes his head. "Nah, he's there for when Blonde's stressed and needs his dick sucked."

Freddy chuckles. "Whoa, you're so right. Can't believe you just cracked "Nice Guy" Eddie's."

The sun's long settled now, and the shadows of dusk have overtaken the pier, surrounding them in a bluish darkness stained by the yellow light of a distant streetlamp. The bright-red end of the joint shines when Pink takes a last drag and passes it to Freddy, almost finished.

"You know what, you're so right." Freddy says.

"Uh?"

"You're a bit of a punching bag, aren't you?"

Pink stays silent. Freddy stares at joint in his fingers before huffing it to the butt. It's late, he should be getting home.

"They all joke you're such a bad guy. Well, I don't think you're so bad." Freddy says. He doesn't say My real boss wants me to look at a bunch of mug shots and find your face. He doesn't say If everything goes right in a few days you'll be going to jail and it'll be my fault. He doesn't say I'm scared shitless but I don't know what to do.

Pink doesn't say anything, either. Freddy reaches with his hand to his side to let the finished spliff fall between the wood planks, and then keeps reaching, until his fingers brush Pink's and his hand in resting on top of his.

He can feel Pink is trembling, only a little.

(*) Point Break is a very extra 1991 movie about an FBI agent (Keanu Reeves) who infiltrates a gang of surfers suspected of commiting bank robberies. He ends up becoming friends with them and developing a very intense (very gay) relationship with the leader (Patrick Swayze). Drama ensues. And when I say very extra, I mean there's a scene in which, after finding out the truth, Swayze sky-dives off a plane to get away, and Keanus jumps without a parachute, catches the other midair and points a gun to his head shouting at him to open the parachute. That extra. Please watch it.

#my writing #reservoir dogs #pink/orange #ficlet #fic #anticmiscellaney #ratweasel

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submitted by Dawn ⚘ - A Tea Spilling Party

The tea party!1!1! ⚘ (6 months summary omg)

omg okaaay! So I’m back swEEET!! 🖤🖤🖤

I’m sadly not going to travel TuT I’ll just stay comfy on my house, walk around, do some dance routines and overall chill kjskjss I’m glad you’re doing great :D I hope you take care of yourself and always remember you’re amazing and deserve everything you want!

Hey dawn!!! ❤️💕❤️💕 Oof I’m excited to hear how it continues!! ❤️💕❤️💕❤️💕 I’m gonna let you spill the tea right here, I read through everything already and I– I laughed at how you made my lines bolded and so dramatic like I’m a disembodied voice coming from nowhere which!! also startled me skjnskjn but like I love this. I love the part about you talking to your family, and getting it out and letting people support you. I love how great you are at telling this in a narrative that’s very gripping, so I’ll let others read bc this is– such a gem, and honestly I’m so proud and happy for you dawn! ❤️💕 You deserve your own happiness and contentment, you deserve to feel safe and have your voice heard ❤️💕 I’m glad you’re finally being heard by others too ❤️💕❤️💕

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Okay so my tea— Comes from the situation I texted you last year (I think it was December? I believe so, I had to check again cuz I definitely don’t have a good memoRY LMAOOO) Okay so:

Last thing I said was that I snapped at him (The capri guy) telling him I couldn’t trust him anymore and I needed space/etc. When I saw your answer about my rant, I actually thought about it deeply: Not only you, but many people told me the same thing. “YOU need heal from this” and I noticed that if everyone saw it, then it must be true.

So… On the first breakdown I had ever in front of my grandma (it was two times). The first one was when I got the fever, I suddenly went to her when she was picking me up from college and broke down into a wheeping mess, I didn’t even know why I was crying to start with. The second time was when (because of that fever) I did very badly on an exam, so I did tell my grandma things I used to bottle up by myself, like those stuff I believe about myself and those critics I harshly give myself because I (used to think) I deserved them. Even more after that problem, where everything “seemed to be” like it was just my fault.

To summary it… She took me in secret to therapy. So the first day I went there, again I just let out some of my feelings and well, it helped me out. Even more after I got note that: My mental health is more important than anything, if I have to let someone down to take care of myself, so be it. After picking me up slowly, the free time I had with my family, after opening up to them about my problems and not taking it all by myself, I got to see everything into another perspective. Taking all the advice everyone told me, and also when you told me “Do you really want to be his friend again?” it got me thinking again.

So the next semester, I came back with a new determination: I was going to be by myself, keep to myself, just focus on what’s important for me. Just decided to not see him as my friend anymore: Just another classmate. I choose seats that weren’t close to him, stopped answering his texts, overall acting as if he friendship was never there. It did made me feel bad, cuz honestly deep down it was hard knowing that it probably hurt, but I definitely felt way better now that I didn’t have to deal with him being around me and honestly… I felt like I could focus again on what was important for me now.

Of course, he’s stubborn. When he was already on the classroom and I searched for my own seat, he’d literally change his seat to sit by my side. He’d send texts even if I didn’t answer at all, one after another. The invitations to his house was still there and he would still follow tf out of me when he saw me walking on the hallways. So, some weeks passed by and Aqua suddenly sent me a text asking about it, cuz Capri texted him some long ass text about the situation. I deeply trust Aqua (he’s actually an aquarius sun/pisces moon, he’s the most emotionally stable person I know? And so spiritual? Istg he’s such a good friend I can’t even tell enough) so I told him about my issues and how I decided to deal with it. He understood and he was deeply sorry that he couldn’t see it (when he shouldn’t at all!) the thing is, we both agreed it’d probably be hard for Capri but he needed to understand I wanted my own space and to focus on college.

Again, to shorten things up, at some point Capri just snapped and followed me asking for an explanation. I had to sit down and tell him what he already knew, plus letting him know I was trying to take care of myself so he should do the same thing. Pointing out even more the: “If someone walks out, don’t follow them. Don’t do this to yourself, don’t follow anyone, it’s not worthy and no one deserves it, you don’t deserve it”

I got closer to my virgo friend (she started liking BTS after hearing me talk bout them 25/8 LMAO) so we got closer by staying some hours at college to do homework together or just watch BTS stuff together (we’re the weird sagi + virgo combo LMAO) so when we were just getting deep into nice talks, I decided to just tell her about it. I kind of knew she probably was aware of stuff, so I decided to tell her what was happening. And I was right, she knew. Even before I did. She told me he asked her for ways of making me like him (before he confessed) and that she actually reminded him about me not wanting any romantic relationships atm. So after seeing the change, she just guessed he probably confessed. She wasn’t aware of how messy things were tho.

Okay so here is where things get spooky... So I said in the last post that he told me he got a girlfriend, right? The thing is, she told me he continued asking about these things even now, which made things even weirder. I decided not to look too much into it though, it wasn’t a problem I wanted to continue eating my head on.

So we had a group project and my team was actually him, my virgo friend and we asked Dino plus other friends for help. We did a record and everything was good, until at the very end when we finished Capri suddenly said something about a trip he was making to a beach and he asked if we wanted to go as a group. I instantly knew I wouldn’t go: First of all, it’d just be us four in that trip. My virgo friend said she wouldn’t go, so that was an instant nono for me. My Dino friend is the typical “I’ll go” and then doesn’t appear (I basically had the most uncomfortable 6 hours of my life because she did the same before when Capri, her and I were supposed to hang out at my house but only he came). So basically, if I accepted it’d have been only us so… Mhm. Nope, not happening.

I made sure to tell him “I can’t, I have something to work on vacations” and it wasn’t a lie, I really had a project to work on. However, on another project we had (the same team, second day of recording) he again asked me if I wasn’t going for real which I went: …I already said so??? No, I won’t. The thing is, it really seemed like he wanted to have an alone time with me to tell me???? Who knows??? Whatever. My grandma told me the same, and honestly, I wasn’t having it.

So we got a two weeks vacation for saint week and well, remember my Dino friend? She asked me if we could meet up to hang out like we did before, and of course, I was excited so I agreed immediately. Everything cool and all, but then she started asking questions about “how I was doing” which I went: Super good :D and then she’s like “Uuuh! Yeah! And u know about your… Situation with Capri and all…” and I was honestly so disappointed. I kind of understand the worry but? I answered the first time like “Oh, yeah. I haven’t thought deeply about it, it’s a matter I don’t want to think about and I have better things to take care about, u know? Yeah”

Even after I completely changed the conversation to speak about better stuff, about our friendship, idk, about something that was more about us as friends than my personal problems, she kind of continued trying to bug me about it. But not in a healthy or worried way, it was as if she wanted me to tell her if I was going to give him another chance which I went: It’s not a matter of “giving another chance”, it’s a matter of taking care of myself. She kind of noticed that I was getting weirded out at so many questions regarding the same thing so she got flustered, telling me so many times things like: “Oh, it’s not like I’m trying to intrude or anything. I really don’t know anything about what’s going on. I don’t want you to see me as if I’m trying to find something! I just~ Really want to see my best friends together again that’s all!” and uhm, she was really (yet again) really defensive. Even when I didn’t say anything but yeah.

And oh my god this is getting so damn long. I’m going to finish everything soon I promise. So, his attitude did got better (meaning he didn’t tried to sit with me anymore and stuff) but I did notice some stalker stuff which made me really scared again. He’d go inside the little convenience store we have on the university just to stay there looking at me while I buy my shit and literally follow me out and walk with me while I go: …Can u stop following me please ohmygod. Also, I was literally in an empty classroom and he just went inside, instantly saying “oh sorry” but still coming in (which means he of course knew I wasn’t comfortable with him coming in). Okay so, I may sound dramatic or smth but hey… I’m still a woman and very tiny compared to him, so of course staying alone with him wasn’t comfortable at all. I literally ran out of the room when he was there. Again, he sent a message to Aqua about how this was ‘too much’ and that even Dino told him he didn’t do anything as bad to receive that kind of attitude. Excuse me, what. If making my life impossible and making me lose my shit for almost a year already wasn’t enough, then what would it be? What would I need to suffer to make my attitude “excusable”?

What happened is that after almost an entire semester of just focusing on my own healing (which I think went quite well… Or I feel so, my mom came back home one day and she told me my eyes were shining again, they even told me I was back in shape. I don’t know about all that, but I do feel like I’ve been able to enjoy this semester more than the last one) it was time to choose the new subjects for our next semester. I did it with my Virgo friend, choosing classes together (cuz this semester I was basically alone in every single class lmao except one). Capri sent his own schedule on the group chat, but I really didn’t check it (I wasn’t going to choose anything related to it anyway, I will only share classes with him by coincidence) and my friend and I went into a hallway that leads to classrooms (that are most of the time empty) to calmly choose over the subjects together.

The thing is, in one of those classrooms (He didn’t use to go on these classrooms, he just started going there after he found out this was my virgo friend and I’s kind of, secret place or smth) and I did see him in an empty classroom and he waved his hand, which I gave him a tiny nod. I told my friend “Capri is here” but I decided to continue checking the classrooms to see if there was another empty classroom. I found one and told her “Here’s an empty classroom” and I waited. My mindset always was: Whatever problems I have with him, she has nothing to do with it and her friendship with him u know. If she wanted to hang out with him while we made our schedule that was completely fine for me too, I am not the type to tell her “no, let’s not go there cuz he’ll be there” cuz nah man, we’re already 19+ years old, that’s old bullshit.

So when she went into the empty classroom, I just followed suit and we did our schedule. So he almost immediately erased his schedule from the group and after a “Woah guys, woah.” message he left the group. (I am so used to him leaving the group that I was just: Mkay.) so then he sent me a long ass message about how he “finally understood” and that he wouldn’t bother me anymore and more stuff. Lowkey it was a bittersweet feeling, I was sad that it had to reach this point yet I felt so fucking free after that message. So finally, after a year (this problem has an entire year oh my god) he finally did what I asked him to do in the first place: Stopped following me, sending messages, basically acted like I did, which was what I was waiting for.

So to summarize everything again: I think the problem finally got solved? In a way? I’m not sure what will happen next semester, but I just hope he for real focuses on his career and just— Leave this thing die u know? It’s been over a year, this is enough.

So yaaah! That’s the tea 💕💕 I hope I didn’t overwhelm you with such a long rant and I’m sorry if I did TT TT

#friend ask #dawn #dawn anon #dont worry u didn't overwhelm me at all!! in fact i love this so much #i love hearing long things from u and just #having this space for u to talk to me and not have me interrupt #im just glad ❤️💕#that u like #share this with me and updated me hhhhh #❤️💕❤️💕#thank u for ;;#❤️💕i mean like u definitely dont have to which is why im so!! ❤️💕#submission

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It Start with a Like- Chapter Two

Trini had ended up showering before she went to bed, and attempted to push all thoughts about Kimberly Hart from her mind. There was no reason for the top girl in their grade to like or comment on a photo of someone as unknown as Trini, and it definitely had nothing to do with Kimberly being into girls. Kimberly and her boyfriend were affectionate enough in the hallways (to the point of frequently being warned by various teachers) for anyone to question their commitment to one another. And even if Kimberly was into girls, which Trini does not believe, why would Kimberly go for Trini when she could be with her gorgeous best friend? None of it made any sense and Trini wanted to sleep and forget about any interaction with Kimberly Hart. She was just about to close her eyes and try to sleep when her phone vibrated just once, signaling something from Instagram. Most likely Zack sending her memes, but she checked nonetheless.

She nearly choked when she saw she had a message from k.harteyes.

Hi. It’s Kim Hart

Trini blinked a few times as she read the message once, twice, three times before hovering over the keypad. Should she respond? Did she even want to respond? She originally wanted to sleep and pretend Kimberly never acknowledged her, but that seemed to be impossible now. Besides, Kimberly would be able to tell that Trini had read the message and was promptly ignored if she didn’t respond, so now she doesn’t have much of a choice.

She typed a quick and simple hello, and wasn't expecting the message to immediately be read, but then she saw Kimberly was typing back and now Trini definitely didn’t know what to do. Fucking Kimberly Hart was clearly trying to have some type of conversation with Trini, what the hell should she do? Text back? About what?

k.harteyes: Just wanted to let you know the pic you posted was very nice. You’re really gorgeous

Trini_Gomez: Uuuh thanks

k.harteyes: Sorry if I woke you up. Having a shit night but your pic made me smile

Trini stared down at her phone for a minute wondering how she was supposed to reply to that message. She didn’t know Kimberly. They weren’t friends. Trini didn’t know how to socialize or console. What was she supposed to do?

Trini_Gomez: I was awake. Sorry to hear you’re not having a good night

That didn’t sound right and Trini frowned at her screen, knowing her message was too apathetic. Kimberly was clearly reaching out for a reason and Trini should probably try to sound like a normal human being.

Trini_Gomez: Wanna talk about it?

Whenever Zack was upset over something regarding his sick mother, Trini always tried to get him to talk about it, and while he rarely did he always appreciated the effort. The least Trini could do was offer the same to Kimberly, especially after the girl went out of her way to call Trini gorgeous, something no one besides Zack had ever done before. And Zack had never called her gorgeous, but pretty and attractive to boost her confidence and hot when he was drunk. In the beginning of their friendship Zack didn't try to hide his interest in Trini, which makes Trini now highly doubt the guy’s gaydar, but he flirted relentlessly until Trini said she was gay. Zack dropped his flirting and moved on to trying to be Trini’s wingman (he sucked) and wanted to help score girls (he couldn’t). Not that he had much of a chance to truly try, seeing as he was the only person who Trini had openly come out to. She’d sooner die than confess to her overbearing mother that she was a lesbian. Her mother would never understand, or worse, would consider it a phase.

k.harteyes: Its ok I’m not trying to bother you

Trini_Gomez: I can listen if you wanna vent

k.harteyes: Another time maybe

k.harteyes: I have to get to sleep sorry for bothering youu really

k.harteyes: You’re just super pretty and I wanted you to know that

k.harteyes: A girl should always be told when she’s pretty like you

Trini_Gomez: Well in that case you’re beautiful

k.harteyes: Goodnight Trini Gomez

Trini_Gomez: Goodnight Kimberly Hart

“I expect you home immediately after school.” Roger Hart was already standing at the base of the stairs when Kim came down the next morning, his arms crossed and a scowl on his face. “Your actions last night were reprehensible. Until I say otherwise you will come straight home from school every day and will not be going out on the weekends. Say goodbye to Tyler and Amanda for some time.”

Kim grabbed a banana and a shake from the fridge, barely acknowledging her father following her every move from the archway separating the kitchen from the dinning room. “You know I have cheerleading practice after school every day.” With her back turned to him she rolled her eyes, wanting nothing more than to be able to leave this house and never have to come back. “That doesn’t end until four.”

“Then I expect you home by four-fifteen. Is that understood, Kimberly? And do not speak to me with that attitude again.” The fridge opened and slammed as Roger grabbed the milk to add to the coffee he was about to start brewing, and though he couldn’t see her, he somehow knew she was trying to sneak out. “Do not just walk away from me, Kimberly. For fucks sake have I taught you no manners?”

Thankfully, the sound of a horn beeping outside saved Kim from surely saying something else that would get her into further trouble. She's not quite sure how she manages to piss her father off consistently every day, but it seems he's hated her all her life. Her mother was no better, really, though Ali’s annoyance with Kim started a few years ago, same as the heavy drinking. It seemed as if one day Ali picked up the wine bottle and just never managed to set it down again. Kim wasn’t sure if that made her own life better or worse: better in the sense that for the most part Ali tended to leave Kim alone, but worse as her own mother was of no help against Roger.

“That’s my ride. I have to get to school before I’m late.” Roger said nothing more to her and Kim quickly grabbed her keys and bag before fleeing from the house. Surprisingly enough, this was a rather tame morning in the Hart house and she wanted to leave before something made Roger go off again.

Amanda was out front in her convertible, music loudly playing as the girl scrolled through her phone waiting for Kim to come out. She didn’t look up as Kim dropped her bag in the back seat and hopped in the front, not questioning the sigh from Kim and how she rested her head on her hand on the door.

“Mark is throwing a party tonight- what time do you want to show up?” Amanda asked as she pulled away from the curb, starting the short ten minute drive from their neighborhood to school, passing a few other of their class members driving as well, and underclassmen waiting on the bus stops.

Mark was a close friend of Ty’s, another member of the football team and someone Kim could barley tolerate. He was a sexist pig who would get too handsy when he was drinking (he kind of got handsy when he wasn’t drinking either) and Ty would never tell him to leave Kim alone. Frequently she found herself having to shove him away only for him to come back a few moments later, reeking of sweat and beer. All of his parties took place in the woods about a mile behind his house, far enough away for no neighbors to hear the noises from the teens and any pounding base. Not to mention there was a lake at the base of one of the mountains right where he tended to throw his parties, meaning most of the people got half naked and would drunkenly jump into the freezing cold water.

Kim was not a fan in the slightest of these parties, yet Ty and Amanda continued to drag her to them each and every time. “My father is ridiculously pissed at me and I’m grounded. I don't think I’ll be able to sneak out tonight.” Usually she’d be furious at her father for overreacting to the smallest of things, but tonight she finally had an excuse to stay in.

“Your father needs to pull that stick out of his ass once and for all.” Amanda shrugged with a laugh as she pulled into one of the many spots at Angel Grove High, finding a few of their friends hanging out around some cars. “Sneak out when they go to sleep- you know they won’t notice. Your mom will be too drunk and your dad will fall asleep early anyway.”

“Real nice, Amanda.” Kim jerked her bag from the back and slammed the car door closed, suddenly just as mad at Amanda as she was at her parents. Amanda didn’t understand anything and she never would. Her mother adored her and her father gave her anything she asked for. As many times as Kim’s been to Amanda’s house she’s never even heard Amanda’s father so much as yell at the TV.

If they hadn’t been friends for as long as they have, Kim isn’t sure her and Amanda would last much longer. They first met in kindergarten when Kim comforted a crying Amanda after they were dropped off in the morning, and it seemed their friendship had been solidified ever since. Despite a few fights over guys and both girls being rude to one another throughout the years they have stayed together. The older Kim got the more she questioned the sanity of that decision.

Deciding that her day was already ruined before it even started, Kim went through the first two periods of her day in relative silence, not bothering to focus in her classes and choosing instead to doodling in her notebook. She had no interest in school today and wanted nothing more than to leave. She isn’t quite sure where she’d be going given that her house was out of the option, but she knew she needed to be somewhere else besides here.

It wasn’t until the end of biology did Kim run into someone else and be forced to socialize. The lecture for the day had been incredibly boring, so far the worst class of the day, and Kim was just looking for an easy thirty minute lunch break when she quite literally knocked someone to the ground. With the mood she was in Kim hadn’t decided if she was going to apologize or just stomp away, until she looked to the ground and saw it was the girl from last night.

Like in the picture Trini had posted, she had one side of her hair braided back in three tight braids, her entire head mostly covered by a grey beanie. She was wearing tight jeans with some rips that Kim couldn’t figure out if were bought that way or were old enough the rips came naturally, and a loose white t-shirt. A yellow and black flannel was dropped next to her on the ground and she stared up at Kim with a frown.

“What the hell?” Trini moved to pick herself up, Kim too stunned to make a move to help as she kept staring at Trini. The girl was beautiful in pictures but holy fuck was she perfect in real life. Kim doesn’t think she’s seen anyone quite as breath taking as the girl now standing before her with a look of complete distaste on her face. “Watch where you’re going, Kimberly.”

Kim couldn't manage to find any words to respond, especially given that Trini seemed very angry- more angry then was was reasonable over an accident. But more than that, Kim started to frown because since when was Trini in her biology class?

“Uh- I’m, uh, I’m sorry,” Kim winced at the lame apology, her frown matching Trini’s as the two girls continued to stare at one another. It seemed Kim’s heart was beating much too fast for unknown reasons, and when Trini turned to try and leave Kim found herself not wanting the girl to go. “Wait!” She jerked out to grab Trini’s arm, keeping her in place. Trini raised an eyebrow at the unexpected touch as she looked back to Kim, who said, “I, uh, I appreciate you talking to me last night.”

“Yeah, well,” Trini shrugged and clearly wanted to leave as she kept looking between Kim and the exit, but Kim couldn’t let her go, not yet. “I should get to lunch.”

“Um, I can walk you!” Internally Kim flinched. She sounded so needy and desperate and she wasn’t sure why. Trini was just another girl in Kim’s class, so why did Kim feel the need to continue to force a conversation. Especially given that Trini looked like she wanted to do the complete opposite than walk with Kim, but said nothing as the two started the short journey to the cafeteria. Taking a deep breath to hopefully make her voice more steady, Kim continued and said,“I meant what I said about appreciating you talking to me. You had no reason to you but.. it was a bad night so thank you.”

“Not a problem.” Trini made no effort to hide uncomfortable she was, and part of Kim felt horrible and embarrassed for continuing a relatively one sided conversation, but a larger, more selfish part of her craved it. She had no idea why that part of herself was there at all, but couldn’t find it in herself to question it.

The two girls finally made it to the cafeteria, and it was obvious they would be heading in opposite directions. Kim’s friend were to the left, Amanda and the rest of the cheerleaders as well as most of the football team, while the boy Trini had on her instagram was hanging out by the door leading outside.

Trini motioned to the boy clearly waiting for her. “Well, uh, see you.”

As Trini went to leave Kim couldn’t keep the comment to herself as she said, “I also meant what I said last night. That I think you’re very gorgeous.”

There was no response as Trini turned rather quickly, almost too quickly, but Kim could have sworn she saw light blush on the other girl’s face. With a smile, Kim started walking towards her friends table. It seemed none of them noticed the interaction between Kim and Trini, and that’s how Kim preferred it. She knew none of her friends would understand, because hell, Kim didn’t really understand it much herself.

But she knew without a doubt there was something about Trini Gomez that pulled Kim Hart to her. And Kim would be damned if she didn't find out what that something was.

#trimberly #trimberly fic #trini x kimberly #trini x kim #trini #Kimberly hart #kim hart #power rangers #it started with a like

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transformers-why · 6 years ago

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I was tagged once more by the beautiful and gracious @thatswhyhesprime!

Thanks for the tag, love! Tags from you are always fun! (Also if I'm one of the people you tagged that you thought were out of your league just wanted to let you knoW YOURE SO NOT OUTTA MY LEAGUE LMAO. We joined at basically the same time and have been mutuals for awhile, you're like, my awkward go-to mutual to tag in stuff like this lol. We're totally buds in my eye!)

Name: Shard or TW (T.W.)

Nickname: Uhhhhh, none, really? If any of you have a nickname for me feel free to ask if I'm chill with you calling me that! (I prolly am.)

Zodiac Sign: Taurus!

Height: A Lovely and Majestic 5"4' (162cm)

Langauges Spoken: English, and now I'm learning French which is totally great!

Nationality: I'd say American but I feel like I give off a different vibe when I go places in the lower 48, so...

Alaskan.

Favorite Fruit: Mangos! Love 'em so much. Lemons, peaches, and nectarines are good too!

Favorite Season: Winter! ALWAYS winter.

Favorite Scent: Anythin' my family or I am cooking. Or tea scents!! (& Brown sugar, lol).

Favorite color: White, since it can be any color! (And black and midnight blue.)

Favorite Animal: Definitely wolves, although Sharks, foxes, and lynx are growing on me!

Favorite Fictional Characters: Ratchet from Transformers, of course. Um, Drift, Ultra Magnus/Minimus Ambus, Knock Out, Brainstorm, and Ten! Non Tfs are Kaz Brekker (Six Of Crows), Raphael (TMNT), uhhh Kiawe and Brock (pokèmon), and many many more.

^Fun Fact: I've got a mega mega gay crush on Velocity.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate: TEA. EVERYDAY. ALL THE TIME. I DRINK IT FOR BREAKFAST AND LUNCH (sometimes dinner if I didnt finish it during lunch).

Number of blankets I sleep with: 3! Ones my main big blanket I usually use, next is my Sherpa to add that extra layer of Good Fluff, and then I've got a thin fleece one to make me feel nice and cozy! (In the summer tho I die and just use one or none.)

When My Blog Was Born: uuuuhHHHHH I think it's the same as you, @thatswhyhesprime, I think we joined at relatively the same time lmao.

Small Edit: I just checked and it says Jan 21st, so basically February.

Favorite Subject: French Class and Creative Writing! They're such fun classes this year! (And anything Algebra)

(And, aND CHEMISTRY STUFF CAUSE MY TEACH IS LITERALLY JUST RESPONSIBLE BRAINSTORM AND I ACTUALLY UNDERSTAND CHEM STUFF FOR ONCE!!)

Currently Watching: Well, as of right now I've been keeping tabs on Transformers Cyberverse, Rise Of The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and I've been watching The Drawfee Channel on YouTube a lot!

Favorite Band: shitshitshitshit uUUH, I dunno I listen to alot of people. This morning I listened to Bad Suns? They're good. Uhm, Day6, The Score, American Authors, Air Traffic Controller, uhhhh and BANNERS. I listen to alot of other stuff but that's the most frequent I suppose. (Along with FOB and Panic! Occasionally.)

I can totally put a link or something to my Spotify if you guys wanna check out my playlists or something, I make different ones for different situations. Like I've got 'Upbeat Airports' and I use it for travelling (and reading).

Instruments Played: Piano? A little? I've got a keyboard but I don't get to use it too often. I should. I'd love to learn violin, too!

Favorite Books: Easy. Six Of Crows and its sequel, Crooked Kingdom both by Leigh Bardugo. And A Darker Shade of Magic by V. E. Schwab. (I'm hoping its sequels are good I gotta read them). And MTMTE and LL of course! OH AND MY FAV. YOUTUBER WROTE A BOOK TOO! I've watched Stacyplays' videos since I was younger and now I just,, always keep up with her? Shes super fun and I love her vlogs and alot of her gaming series'. The book she wrote is Wild Rescuers: Guardians Of The Tiaga. It's the first of many to come!! I really enjoyed it.

And then I'm supposed to tag like 20 ppl to do this??

I dunno enough people for that lol.

So uh, @ask-eclipsemtmte-stuff, @primussavethesemechs, @chaotickindbird, uhhhhh @weird-squish-cube, @scremlin (you are on a hiatus thingy tho, so you totally dont have to do this. Not that anybody else HAS to or anything.), @toto-the-cactus,,

And... I've got such a bad memory for this kinda stuff??? I cant remember blog names well at all lol, sorry folks. Thanks for reading!

#gotta love tag stuff #thats for taggin me dude!#i havent done one of these in awhile #theyre very refreshing #s' broken toothpicks

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tallskinnyvanillalatte · 7 years ago

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Castle Episodes (Season 7)

Season 7 it is, I’m almost done. The previous posts can be found here.

7x01 Driven: Let’s be honest - the moment they arrive at the scene, seeing Castle’s car up in flames, could be way more intense. Beckett is freaking out, yes, but there could be more emotions as well. Also with Alexis and Martha. I mean, they think that their father/son is in that car, they should be freaking out more. I understand that they can only focus on so many people - but still, this didn’t even take a minute. Great, now Beckett’s pretty dress is ruined. .. just imagine if they had made the title card say “Beckett” instead of “Castle” omfg. The moment when Espo gives Beckett a cup of coffee and she thinks it’s Castle for a split second. “When Alexis was taken” like, we can mention that two years later but we can’t deal with it properly back then. Two months go by. And I wonder how Alexis and Martha dealt with that. If you just think about it.. they woke up every morning with Castle still not being home. Went on in their days. Went to bed not knowing if he was still alive or what was going on, hoping for news the next day. For TWO MONTHS. How did Castle react when he woke up? How did Alexis and Martha react? I have so many questions that aren’t answered and it’s frustrating. “To my amazing mother, my wonderful daughter, and the love of my life.” I’m frustrated by this storyline already because there’s so many unanswered questions and I know that this is stretched out over so long that it’s hard to keep up.

7x02 Montreal: I’d mention that Lanie and Esposito are back together but they’ve been on and off in the past that I wouldn’t bother to mention, so. Castle kissing Gates like that is not that cool - a kiss on the cheek would’ve been fine. “What just happened” yeah Gates, same. Martha mentions that she went to grief counseling while Castle was missing. Just let that sink in. “It’s Canada, how risky could it be” the way he says this and Alexis’ face is too priceless because it’s one Canadian saying this to another, both playing Americans on the show. While Castle was gone, he’d recorded videos for Alexis, Martha and Beckett saying goodbye, saying he loved them :( The scene with Castle and the guy, Hollander’s Woods, Castle in tears, oh boy.

7x03 Clear & Present Danger: Eight minutes in - the devil was the killer, case closed. “Clearly, our killer is the invisible man.” Martha walking into Castle’s .. trap was hilarious.

7x04 Child’s Play: Alexis’ behavior is weird but that is explained at the end of the episode. Twenty second graders? Only twenty children per class? Oh my God, that sounds like heaven. Castle at school is hilarious. “Mister Castle, we do not make faces in the classroom” “He started it!” :D Castle slurping out of the juice box and then coughing, hilarious. This little girl Emily is adorable, and Castle with her is so cute. And how perfect is that fairy tea party scene. At the end of the episode, Castle talks to Alexis about her weird behavior. She tells him that it’s because she thinks something terrible will happen again, that she’ll lose him again. And Castle tells her that he knows exactly how she feels, that he wouldn’t have let her out of his sight after Paris (why didn’t we see any of that though). <3

7x05 Meme is Murder: It’s funny how they pronounce ‘Fuchs’ (fyoux) because that name happens to be German for fox. “I’m German” ah, so the name isn’t random after all ;) Ryan has a blog called “The Ryan Report”. I wonder if someone made a tumblr with that name. Okay I just checked, yeah the blog exists but no one is using it. Someone just saved the url. The webcommercial at the end is gold. Hi, I’m Critchard Ratchel.

7x06 The Time of Our Lives: Matthias, a Swiss guy. Last episode Germany, this time Switzerland. It’s a “what if” episode. The intro has a different sound. Beckett is captain, Lanie is pregnant, Martha redecorated the loft, Alexis has black hair and lives in LA with her mother, Ryan isn’t with Jenny, Espo isn’t with Lanie. Martha’s huuuge self portrait in the office is hilarious. And the scene with Alexis and Castle with the hug is so adorable. The wedding is squeezed into the last 4.5 minutes. The wedding itself is beautiful. The vows are perfect, they dance to their song, Beckett looks gorgeous (and she’s wearing Martha’s ear rings), the venue is gorgeous (so cheesy but beautiful, with really crappy CGI). I just wish they had used a little more time for it. And I hate that Lanie, Ryan and Espo weren’t there.

7x07 Once Upon a Time in the West: Lanie, Ryan and Espo aren’t too amused about that, either. “You guys suck”. Five minutes later “You still suck”. The intro is super cool, Wild West style. Their outfits in style are hilarious.

7x08 Kill Switch: “You still remind me a little of Hooch” aww that sentence came up again <3 It’s the episode with Javi held hostage on a subway train. It’s funny how the “hidden message in the pizza carton” trick always works. Like, shouldn’t they be more careful now and check the box? That trick is so old. I don’t like how the drama is written. Like, it’s so anticlimactic. It’s about to get dramatic when Espo and the woman cop take down the guy but it happens so easily. Then “It’s not over, the guy was infected with a deadyl bacteria” - dramaaaaa. Until three minutes later, they’re all in the hospital, giving an antibiotic and they are safe. “Come on, let’s take the subway. .. too soon? [...] Am I on the wrong track here?” lol Castle

7x09 Last Action Hero: The sound of the intro is different again. I’m not too interested in the episode, I’m barely paying attention. The ear recognition thingy reminds me of that CSI New York episode where Aiden Burn was killed and left her earprint in the car for the others to find, so that they’d know it was her. Ah, I can’t wait to watch that show once I’m done with Castle. Awww how sweet of Beckett to carve my initials into her apartment <3 ;)

7x10 Bad Santa: Javi is about to meet Lanie’s parents who think that they are engaged. The title card in Christmas style is hilarious. Javi meets her parents and so do we, we haven’t seen them before. “When the time comes, I hope you call me”. We’ll see if Castle calls Dino. Is that... are Lanie and Espo breaking up with each other? “You are no longer permitted to work with the NYPD” Were these two scenes just a huge “fuck you” from the writers/producers to the fans? Like .. merry fucking christmas to you, too?

7x11 Castle P.I.: Castle is a private investigator now. “YOu can make this a lot easier for me, Perlmutter.” “Oh, because that’s what I live for.” Perlmutter is gold. Beckett and Castle trying to figure out what the other one knows is hilarious. “Oh, we’re definitely on top of [Castle]” omfg. Halfway through the season and I’m not too impressed, can you tell?

7x12 Private Eye Caramba: “So pleasant to see you. And not see Castle.” Bless Perlmutter.

7x13 I, Witness: Castle witnesses a murder but when they get into the house the wife was murdered in, there’s no blood. It reminds me of that episode in season 5 I think where they staged that murder for Castle’s birthday. They later find Eva’s body, but Castle is convinced it’s not her and that she just staged her death. Turns out it’s actually Eva.

7x14 Resurrection: “Where are you off to?” “Oh, I signed up for an escort service and have to meet a client.” “What, a what?” “I just wanted to see if you’re listening. I’m going to the library to study.” “not cool.” The look on his face was priceless. Plot twist, 3XK isn’t dead after all (who would’ve guessed). “Mister Castle works on this case only” oh please, Gates, are you even listening to yourself. The ending is really creepy with Beckett answering a call and the creepy “we will meet again, one day” music and then she’s abducted.

7x15 Reckoning: Uuuh, Castle surprising Tyson and closing the door to talk to him alone. Reminds me of that season from .. wow exactly two seasons ago where he talked to that guy who had driven the van Alexis was in. Oh, Castle. “I get to kill you over and over again” - he kills Beckett, then takes Martha, kills her, then Alexis, kills her, like Castle would be so dead. “Castle, he’s calling from your house”. The angst when he gets home and asks for Alexis. The relieve when both Martha and Alexis are okay. He sends them both to Europe, so that they are safe. Oh, I wish he’d abducted Alexis, too. Jeez that moment Castle thought Beckett had been shot right in front of his eyes. “I need a new face and I’ve chosen yours.” It’s so disturbing and wrong and ugh. So, is 3XK dead for real this time? Beckett deals with Nieman all on her own, with a scalpel. Aaaand Castle is back at the precinct, working with Beckett.

7x16 The Wrong Stuff: Aww it’s laser tag at the Castle residence again. Wait a minute... Alexis is playing with some dude instead of Castle. I’m offended. And then Martha walks down the stairs with some other dude wearing Castle’s pjs. Like, what the fuck is going on - “The Wrong Stuff”, yeah big time. omfg the Mars themed intro is hilarious. Are you my mummy? How cool would it have been if Castle had made that reference. Why did Alexis open the door when neither of her friends left? Like, what was the point? And her “get a room” comment wasn’t too great. Tom Richwood. Torchwood. Close enough.

7x17 Hong Kong Hustle: Ah that badass lady, taking out Ryan and Esposito single-handedly, disarming both of them. “It’s a girl’s night out, there won’t be competition” and then we see Zhang and Beckett in that shooting area thingy that I have no idea what the official word for is,

7x18 At Close Range: Um... Ryan???? “Uh, Ryan, is it One Direction? You’d tell me if they are in town.” “No, they are in Hong Kong.” “Right.” Ah, Castle and Espo are little fans of One Direction? We meet Ryan’s sister Gwen.

7x19 Habeas Corpse: Alexis’ outfit is so cute. And I love that she studied with Beckett. Ryan and Esposito practicing their performance in the interrogation room is hilarious. How did Alexis’ exam go? Can we get an update, please? I would’ve loved to see both performances, though (the Caskett one dressed though).

7x20 Sleeper: Castle’s been having nightmares about his disappearance. He’s seeing Beckett’s therapist. “So you were in jungle combat? With Chuck Norris?” this whole thing is so bizarre already, like... “I was in Thailand, getting shot at, with Chuck Norris?” I’m not buying it? This storyline is so.. off and bizarre already, I’m not that interested in it anymore.

7x21 In Plane Sight: Ah, I love this episode. “Are you okay?” “Alexis is on this flight.” <3 Alexis helping and examining the body, so badass. “Because my daughter is on this plane and I’m not gonna let anything happen to her.” <3 Alexis was so badass, disarming the woman <3 There are so many great Castle/Alexis scenes in this episode, I really miss this aspect of the show, we’ve been getting less and less of it.

7x22 Dead in New York: “I don’t know if we should be flattered or offended.” Well, I just think it’s plain stupid. Carly Rae Japson has an appearance in this episode. And she performs “I really like you”. The performance feels so staged. Like, it is staged, but it shouldn’t feel that way if it was done well, you know? It just feels out of place.

7x23 Hollander’s Woods: Castle with the head puns though. I don’t know which one I’d go for. The serious one looks better but it’s a bit too serious. The smiling one just looks creepy. Something in between should be right. Aww Ryan and Esposito are celebrating ten years of marrriage working together. We find out about Castle’s past, about what happed in Hollander’s Woods when he was eleven years old. He had watched a murder and the killer had worn a creepy mask and had threatened him to never tell anyone about this. He had later called the police but they never found the body which made him wonder if that had actually happened. In this episode, the body has the exact same marks as the body he had seen and a witness described a man with a mask - exactly the same mask he had seen. What happened to Castle happened 30 years ago which would mean that he’s 41 now. Which... seems a couple years too young. “You are going to be amazing. [..] Because you already are.” <3 Awww there’s Hodges from CSI. Turns out he’s the killer :( Ah, it’s so creepy, I love it. “Mother, you will always be a star in my eyes. And Alexis, you amaze me every day. You two are my redheaded pillars of unconditional love.” <3 The ending with Castle’s speech and everyone together at the round table was beautiful. It could have been the series finale. If I’m not mistaken, by the time they had filmed this episode, they didn’t know whether or not we’d get an eight season. So, they probably did this ending on purpose.

#personal #k watches castle #castle episodes #castle season 7

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batwynn · 8 years ago

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What Our Dead Teach (p1)

#Sterek #werefox!Stiles #fanfic #teen wolf #Sterek fanfic #stiles stilinski #is a fox #Derek hale #is the alpha #may not be finished #sorry

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melaniepossible · 7 years ago

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Melkka

A brain switch goalie story By me 5/21/17-7/26/17 Voice: hey Tuuks. Wake up. Time for the pregame skate. He slowly wakes up but as he does, something doesn't feel right. Why am I here? What's going on? Looking up, he sees Brad. Brad: come on bud. We gotta go out. Claude is expecting us. He turns around and sees Brad and a few other players leaving. He also notices some of the others are getting ready. Turning away and blushing, he continues to think. I'm not myself. What is seriously going on? He looks behind him and sees his name and his goalie equipment all ready to be put on. That's not mine. I don't wear all that padding. Startled, his phone vibrates and he looks at it. Why am I texting myself? Reading the text that said, I'm you and you're me, it quickly dawns on him, oh my god! Tuukka and I switched minds somehow! Oh god! Melanie shakes as she takes off the blocker and glove to respond to Tuukka. Melanie *texts*: oh my god! I hope you're kidding. She sent the message but before she could even respond to the next text, she is ushered out of the locker room, along with her other equipment. She looks around, completely confused, as she carefully steps out onto the ice and skates over to her teammates. Brad: finally you made it. We just warmed Dobby up a little. Even though he came onto the ice first, you're starting in tonight's big game. Melanie *startled*: I. I am? There's a game? Brad *looks at her concerned, not knowing the situation*: you feeling ok Tuuks? You're not acting like yourself. Melanie *trying to sound like him*: oh yeah I'm ready. I got this. Patrice *skates over*: is he ok Brad? Brad *shrugs*: probably thinking about Melanie again. We all know how he feels about her. Heh. Patrice: you ready Tuukka? Big game tonight. Melanie *tries not to be anxious and not blush*: ye-yeah. *scene changes to hotel room* Kim *knocks on the door*: Mel. You up? Tuukka *paces back and forth*: huh? *tries to sound like Melanie* uh yeah. Kim *walks in and raises an eyebrow*: you're up early. Tuukka: I gotta get to practice. Kim *suspicious*: uh there's no cheer practice today. Or soccer. Tuukka *startled*: the pregame skate. Kim *notices his voice*: wait a minute. I know that voice. Tuukka freezes. Kim: you're Tuukka! Tuukka *slowly turns around and sighs*: yes. It's me. Kim: oh god. Does that mean--? Tuukka *nods yes*: yep. Melanie is me. Kim: oh no. Tuukka: yeah I know Kim. That's why I have to get to the arena. Kim: how did this happen? Tuukka *shrugs*: your guess is good as mine. Kim: should I come with you? I know how Melanie might react. Tuukka: no. I'm sorry. Don't want anyone getting suspicious. I'll be back. Kim: well you know how to reach me. Mel has my number in her Kimmunicator. Tuukka *laughs*: that's cute. And ok. Sounds good. *scene changes to the arena* Tuukka is outside the arena and walks inside. He notices that everyone is out on the ice and sees Melanie in net. Oh boy. She is probably not happy about this. Walking over to the rink, he notices that Melanie must've sensed his presence. I forgot that she told me she had powers. I wish I had them. Not long after, Melanie skates over. Melanie *under her breath, sounding frustrated*: thank god you're here. Tuukka: hey it's ok. You're doing alright. Melanie *scoffs*: I still prefer playing soccer. So much easier. And I don't have to wear all this *raises her gloved hands and lifts up a leg* bulky equipment. Tuukka: well. That "bulky equipment" is supposed to protect you. Last time I checked. Pucks are a lot harder than soccer balls. But anyways. Want a bit of advice? Melanie: anything will help. Tuukka: I've seen you play soccer. So it's kinda similar. Be sure to stay in your crease. Yes it's a lot smaller than what you're used to. But anyways. You know how you track the ball on the field? Melanie: yeah? Tuukka: it's the same here. Only you're tracking a puck instead. Melanie: how the heck can I track something so small? Before he could respond, the two jump when they hear the team making a teasing "ooh" at them. Brad: hey Tuukkeo and Meluiet. Tuukka shakes his head while Melanie blushes bright red. Brad *skates over*: hahaha Tuukka you're so red. Tuukka: Marchy. Lay off please. It's been a horrible morning so far. Brad becomes stunned as he hears Tuukka's voice coming from Melanie's body. Brad: Melanie, you sound like Tuukka. You ok? Melanie *sighs*: that's because he is Tuukka. Brad *looks at Melanie then back at Tuukka*: oh my god. How did this happen? Tuukka *shrugs*: we don't know. Melanie: please don't tell anyone. Tuukka: if the team must know then fine. But don't tell Claude. Brad *smirks and chuckles*: I won't. As the pregame skate draws to an end, Tuukka waits outside for Melanie. Melanie *grumbles*: thank god I'm out of there. Tuukka: why? You ok? Melanie *shakes her head and whispers*: not really. According to Brad, my name is now "Melkka." Your name is "Tuuklanie." Tuukka *snickers*: that's cute. I like it. Melanie *glares and stares down at him, clearly enjoying the height advantage*: I hate it! Tuukka *shrugs and chuckles*: take it easy, Melkka. Melanie grumbles amongst herself and walks off. Tuukka *runs after her*: hey wait up! After some time. Tuukka: can I ask you a question Mel? Melanie: sure. Tuukka *faces her*: how can you wear all these chains? Don't they weigh you down? Melanie: it's been my style for a lot of years. I don't notice it. Tuukka: oh. Melanie: well what about you? You don't have a speck of black clothes in your locker. Tuukka: cuz there's more colors to wear then just black *prods her teasingly*. Melanie: I miss my chains. Tuukka: anyways. You feel ready for tonight? Melanie *quickly answers*: nope. Tuukka: why not? You did pretty good out there. Melanie: it was my first time playing hockey Tuukka! And for me to start in tonight's game, it's a lot of pressure. Tuukka: you'll be fine. Just be sure to stay in your crease and watch the puck. *at the hotel* Tuukka: how you guys liking Boston so far? Melanie: meh. It's definitely nothing like Middleton. Kim: it's busy here. Tuukka: you get used to it. Kim looks at the two of them and shakes her head. Kim: this is too weird. Melanie: you're telling me. Least I'm not the idiot. Tuukka: idiot? Kim: Mel! Ron is your friend, not an idiot. Be nice. Melanie *walks away*: pfft. Whatever. Tuukka: who she talking about? Kim: Ron. Tuukka: oh yeah. I remember him. Kim: heh. Though it was funny when that happened. I told her not to be so "meladramatic" about it. Even called her "Rolanie." *laughs*. Tuukka: oh man. She must've not been happy. Kim: nope. But since you two switched somehow, I'm sure she doesn't mind. Tuukka: uuuh. Kim: what? Tuukka *looks away, places a hand behind his head and sounding unsure*: she isn't so happy actually. Kim: what do you mean? Tuukka: well uh. You see Kim. Tonight's the big game. Kim *shocked*: what! I thought it was tomorrow. Tuukka: nope. It's tonight. Kim: oh man. Tuukka: yeah. Mel's really stressing. She's good at hiding it. Well kinda. Kim: sometimes. Tuukka: she did alright at practice. But that's just it. It's practice. Kim: I'm sure she'll be ok tonight. You think? Tuukka: we can only hope. Kim: so just us three know right? Tuukka: well. Not necessarily. Brad found out by our voices. And I'm sure he told the team. I'm not sure the coach knows. Melanie *calls out*: no he doesn't. Tuukka: I guess he doesn't. Kim: oh boy. This is going to get interesting. There is a knock on the door. Kim: that's probably Ron. We were lucky to get side by side rooms. Tuukka: oh wow. That is lucky. Usually hotel rooms for Boston book up fast. Kim opens the door and sees Ron. Ron: hey KP. *sees Melanie, not knowing the situation* hello beautiful. Tuukka *awkward and raises an eyebrow*: uhm. Ron *wraps an arm around her neck*: you ready to see your man win tonight? Before Tuukka has a chance to respond, Melanie walks in and scowls. Melanie *angry*: if you don't wanna end up in the hospital and in a full body cast, I suggest you take your arm off. Ron *sees Tuukka and glares*: it's you! Kim *gets in between the two*: ok ok ok. Enough! It's bad enough when Mel and you go off Ron. I don't need Tuukka getting involved. Kim tries her best to not make the situation known to Ron. She looks up at Melanie and sees her giving Ron the death glare. Tuukka stealthily walks away. Ron: stay away from my girl! Melanie *scoffs*: she isn't yours to begin with. Ron: I'm being serious! See, *points to his face* note serious face! Melanie *sarcastic*: the only thing that serious is that you need a belt and need to get over yourself. Kim: ok guys! Enough! Ron, don't you have to go to the Garden? Ron *still glaring at Tuukka*: yeah. Kim: then get going. Don't need Barkin yelling at you. Ron *sighs*: fine. *looks around for Melanie* where is she? Melanie *glares*: be gone pest. Kim shakes her head and sighs. Ron leaves and Tuukka comes back out. Tuukka: that was awkward. Kim: Mel. Don't you have to be there too? Tuukka *looks at the time*: she should be going there now. Melanie *sits down, groans and places her hands over her eyes*: do I have to? Tuukka: yes. Dobby played the last game. You have to start tonight. You'll be fine. Kim: you got this Mel. *game time* Kim and Tuukka take their seats. Tuukka: it feels so weird that I'm not gonna be out there playing. And I'm in the audience, not on the bench. I just hope Melanie will be ok. She hasn't contacted me. Kim: I'm sure it'll be ok. Oh look, the Mad Dogs are coming onto the ice. Tuukka *slightly nervous*: that means we'll be coming out. *looks on the bench* Claude is there now so yeah. Definitely coming out soon. Kim: how did the rest of the pregame skate go though? Tuukka: she was doing ok. I told her that the way she tracks the ball in soccer, it's the same here only you're tracking a puck. As well as to stay in her crease. Kim: that's good advice. You must really like her. Tuukka *looks at her*: how do you know? Kim: the way you looked at her pictures earlier. And when she's around. Your face lights up whenever you hear her name. Tuukka *blushes*: well she is beautiful. Kim: unfortunately you have competition. Ron is in love with her *points to him on the ice*. And this other guy, Junior. But anyways, did you know that Mel likes making an entrance? Tuukka: an entrance? Kim: yeah. Since she's a model, she's known for that. Tuukka: I hope she doesn't do that tonight. Announcer: here are your Boston Bruins! The crowd breaks out in a huge cheer. *play "Good Time" by Owl City featuring Carly Rae Jepsen* Kim: oh. I'm guessing she is. Tuukka: oh god no. In the entrance. Brad: hey Melkka. You going? Melanie: don't call me that but yeah yeah I'm going. She jumps on the ice, starts to sing and dance to the music. Even though she knows no one is going to be able to hear her sing. Melanie: woke up on the right side of the bed. What's up with this Prince song inside my head? Hands up if you're down to get down tonight. Cuz it's always a good time. Slept in all my clothes like I didn't care. *jumps* hopped into a cab take me anywhere. *standing tall* I'm in if you're down to get down tonight. Cuz it's always a good time. As Melanie was about to start the next part of the song, she looks up and instantly freezes when she sees that there are so many people in the stands. This is something she is not used to, even though she models in front of people, this is a whole lot more than what she expected. In the stands. Tuukka: oh god *shakes head*. Kim: oh boy. Melanie must be having an anxiety attack. She is not moving. Tuukka: this isn't good. And I thought she was used to this many people, seeing that she is a model. Kim: well. I'm sure not this many people. Back on the ice. Melanie *attempting to sing and dance even though she can't really move*: feet down *places gloved hand over her mask* dropped my phone in the pool again. *moves gloved hand away and puts up her blocker hand and does a swipe credit card movement* checked out of my room, check the ATM. *puts both arms down* let's hang out if you're down to get down tonight. Cuz it's always a good time. As time goes on, Brad skates over to her. Brad *prods her*: hey. Get in net. We need to warm you up. Melanie *startled and feels anxiety on the rise*: oh god. Once the song finishes and warm ups continue, Melanie hesitates but makes it to the net. As she gets in position like she's practiced, the guys start taking shots at her. Hearing Tuukka's advice in her head, it's the same idea as soccer only you're tracking a puck, not a ball. Stay in your crease. She tries to stay poised and manages to block almost all the shots. Hey hey I'm getting the hang of this. After blocking a few shots, she skates out, and senses Kim and Tuukka are nearby. She skates over to them. Flipping up the mask, she smiles at the two and waves. Unfortunately with the music blasting and people screaming in the stands, it makes it hard for her to hear anything. Especially if Kim or Tuukka try to say something to her. She sees Kim giving her a thumbs up for good luck and Tuukka shaking his head. But as she is standing near them, she places a hand on her head and winces in pain. From behind the ice, Tuukka looks at Kim. Tuukka: is she ok? Kim: she must sense that someone is nearby. I don't know. Tuukka: I hope she isn't getting a migraine. I know how those feel. They watch as they see her grip her head in pain but relax as soon as she stands straight up again. As warmups draw to an end, both teams head to their respective locker rooms. Tuukka: I hope she's ok Kim. She looked to be in a lot of pain. Kim: she might be. But I hope not. Tuukka: I hope she'll be ok out there. This is definitely gonna be a challenge for her. Kim: she looked poised out there. Tuukka: I just hope people don't expect me to make an entrance like her. Kim: haha. Gotta love that about her. In the locker room. Melanie sits down with the rest of the team. She starts to feel everyone's eyes on her. Brad *walks up to her and places an arm around her neck*: hey nice entrance. You holding up ok? You looked a little, I don't know, anxious out there. Melanie *sarcastic and glares at him*: oh gee I don't know. Maybe because THIS IS A BIG GAME! Lots of pressure. Brad *calmly*: shh shh shh. It's gonna be ok. Remember. Tuuks is usually pretty calm out there. I'm sure you'll be just fine. Patrice walks over. Melanie tenses up. He's so handsome. Patrice: you'll be ok bud. Melanie: I. I hope so. The rest of the guys come over and tell her she'll be ok. Brad: you can do it! You're Melkka. Melanie *glares at him*: I told you to stop calling me that. Brad *grins*: hey it's my job to be the agitator. David B.: and he really is. In the stands. Wade shows up. Wade: hey Kim. Kim *shocked*: Wade? Wade: thought I'd come see the big game. How's the uhm. Situation? He hears Tuukka groaning and shaking his head. Kim: don't mind him. *to Tuukka* hey. You ok? Tuukka *shakes his head after hearing someone behind them talk about Melanie making an entrance*: oh great. Now everyone's gonna be expecting me to do that. Kim: probably not. I wouldn't worry about it. Voice: Kim? Melgo? Kim turns around and sees Melanie's brothers. Kim: Hego? Hego: yes. It's us. *whispers* we're incognito. Kim *raises an eyebrow and smirks*: yeah. I see that. Hego: what's Melgo doing here? Thought she didn't like sports. Well. Except soccer. Kim: well. Technically. This isn't Melanie. Mego *sassy*: I'm pretty sure that's Melgo Kim. She definitely looks like her. Kim *ignoring his sassiness*: well you see. This is Tuukka *sees them confused*, he's the goalie on the Boston Bruins. Somehow, he and Melanie switched minds. Wego *closes their eyes and shakes heads*: oh no. Not good. Mego *short laugh*: oh boy. This ought to be interesting. Hego: how did this happen? Before Kim could respond, Tuukka jumps in. Tuukka: I don't know. But I wish I was playing. She's having me make an entrance. Hego *chuckles*: that is so Melgo. Anyways. Which one is she? Kim: you'll see soon enough. Tuukka: as long as she doesn't make another entrance. The game is about to start and Middleton comes out first. The song "This Girl" by Kungs and Cookin' on 3 Burners starts to play. Tuukka: oh my god. Are you kidding me? They see Melanie skate on the ice, but notice she's staying to the side near the entrance. Unaware that she's about to start singing. Melanie *singing*: money rains from the sky above. But keep the change cuz I got enough. A little time and some tenderness. *throws her arms in the air and shakes her head* you'll never buy my love. *places her arms down and dances in one place* no other thing that's as precious to. *throws arms back up again* no other! There's no other! *pounds her chest gently* than a heart that feel and a heart that's true. *points to the crowd* something that you got to know this girl *points her stick in the air*. The lights go out, but various spotlights come on and circle around the arena. Wade: yep. That must be Mel. Tuukka: what's going on? What's with the lights? Kim: you can assume that it's Mel's doing. See. *raises her hand to gesture to the team* even the guys look confused. Tuukka: well. We are used to the lights doing all sorts of stuff when we are at home. But these ones are different. What the heck! She's supposed to be out there on the ice. Oh my god *covers his eyes and shakes his head*. Hego: which one is Melgo? Kim: you'll see her. Just relax. Melanie jumps back out on the ice and dances to the beat. The guys try not to chuckle. Knowing that this is definitely something that Tuukka would NOT do. After some time. Kim: at least now she looks confident. Tuukka doesn't respond, he just shakes his head, as usual. Hego: yep. That's definitely Melgo. The song resumes. Melanie *singing*: *waves a hand to the side* his presents don't really come for free. Your paychecks don't mean that much to me. *holds out her gloved hand* just take my hand and *embraces herself* hold me tight. *raises both arms again* you'll never buy my love! *skates back to the bench but stays on the ice. Puts her arms down, then raises her right arm and flips her hand down* you buy me this *raises the left arm and does the same thing to the left hand* and you buy me that. To win over! Win me over! *points to the crowd* you got me wrong and that's a fact. Something that you got to know this *raises the stick and stays by the entrance to the bench, waits to be called back into the ice*. Kim: what's happening? Tuukka: looks like they're announcing the starting line. Look up at the Jumbotron. You'll see the names of the guys as they head on the ice. Kim looks up and sees. The first line and defense players get ready to head out onto the ice. They wait as the announcer calls them out. Announcer: number 42, David Backes! Number 37, Patrice Bergeron! Number 63, Brad Marchand! And on defense, number 33, Zdeno Chara! And number 25, Brandon Carlo! And starting in goal. Number 40, Tuuuuuuuuukkkkkaaaaaaa Raaaaaaaask. Melanie jumps back on the ice and starts dancing yet again. She waves her arms around and is clearly enjoying herself. As the song draws to a close, she heads back in net. Kim *looks up at the Jumbotron and sees the goalie stats for each player. It shows the visitors goalie first. For Middleton, he has a 1.54 goals against and a .945 save percentage. Tuukka's stats read at a 1.21 goals against average and a .964 save percentage. Tuukka clearly being a lot better than Middleton's goalie but not by much*: wow. Are those your stats? Tuukka *deflated*: yeah. That's me. TO BE CONTINUED... Goal! Middleton strikes first. Tuukka: oh boy. This isn't good. She's looking frazzled out there. Kim: it's still the first period. I'm sure things will pick up. Tuukka: this isn't soccer! Melanie: oh my god. *tries to stay in position and not let her anxiety take control*. Torey *whispers to her*: you're doing fine. Just relax. Remember what Tuuks said. Goal! The Boston Bruins tie things up. Who will win? Shego making an appearance. Tuukka: who's that? Kim: that's Shego. Melanie's biological sister. She must've sensed that she was here. Shego *on the Jumbotron, calling out to Tuukka, not knowing that he's actually Melanie*: so you are the one that my stupid sister likes.

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