#who are meanwhile watching with no small amount of concern/jealousy

[missallanious]

Local Jobros questioning their respective Jojo’s sanity (and character judgement) as they compare notes on how they met/became friends

Set in my silly lil Viking au because they canonically interact 😔🤌

[thestorycfus]

The Sweetest Apparition - Part 3

Pairing: Peggy Carter x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent and historian who specializes in the life and legacy of Captain Carter. After Nick Fury uses the Tesseract to bring Peggy back, the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D. contacts the reader to help her navigate life in the XXI century.

Warnings and notes: Food, mentions of Steggy, mentions of Stucky, very small mentions of war. Other characters are also mentioned. This got way longer than the first two parts, but there’s also way more Peggy here. This series takes place after the last scene of What If… episode one, including spoilers to that episode. Reader uses she/her pronouns.

Word count: 2,304

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It should be a short walk to your apartment, but you made a small stop each time Captain Carter was curious about something. You also got some take out on the way, making sure to pick at least four different options from separate places and a couple of desserts too, since you didn’t know her taste yet. It was a while before you made it to your street.

During the entire time, your chatting was limited to safe topics - how loud and bright the city was, how many screens there were, the amount of coffee options that existed now. You watched Carter fall in love with her caramel coffee and made a mental note to buy her more sweets.

Soon, the Captain would also need to go shopping. Fury had gotten her the formal white blouse and the black pants she wore now, an outfit much more discreet than the uniform she was wearing when she fell, but that was her entire wardrobe at the moment. That was another mission you should handle, but it could wait until after lunch.

When you finally got home, you placed the food over a kitchen counter and gave Carter a quick tour of the apartment. It wasn’t much, but hopefully it would be enough for both of you until she was more familiar with this century. The tour ended where it started: in your tiny kitchen. You pulled a stool for the Captain and presented her with the options for lunch.

“I suppose you’ve never tried some of those, so I got a few different meals. Burritos, sweet and sour chicken, calzones and Pad Thai. For dessert, there’s lemon tart and triple chocolate cake. I might have gotten a little carried away.”

Peggy took a seat and examined her options. You wondered if that would be, technically her first meal since the 40’s.

“They are all tempting, but I might start with this one.” Her eyes were fixated on a burrito as if it was the Holy Grail. Yeah, that was surely the first time she ate in seventy years. She dove in, so focused on her meal that you didn’t dare to interrupt. Meanwhile, you took the other stool and picked a calzone, eating it while you watched Carter.

You were still trying to wrap your head around the fact that she was really here, and it was surprising that you hadn’t completely freaked out so far, but the prospect of the rest of the day started to worry you. The Captain would certainly have a lot of questions and, if there were inquiries that Fury left for you to answer, they probably pertained more to her personal life than to great historical events.

If the registers about her were right, it wouldn’t be long before the real conversation started. Peggy Carter was too smart to have such a debate in the middle of the street, but she wasn’t known for stalling. As soon as she finished her meal, in the privacy of your (now shared) kitchen, you would have to provide about seven decades of answers.

Before you could try to prepare yourself, she was done with her second burrito. You almost suggested dessert, but the look she gave you left no room for pauses. Carter turned on her stool to face you directly, her posture becoming straighter and her eyes never leaving yours. She was the perfect image of Captain Carter, the hero, the legend who defeated all odds. Still, when she spoke, there was softness in her voice.

“The meal was lovely and so is the apartment. I can’t thank you enough for you kindness, Agent L/N, but I must ask a few things more of you. If you have studied about my life, you must know what happened to Steve Rogers after I was gone.”

You should be ready for that. Of course her first personal concern would be about Rogers. His story with Carter went down in history as a tragic tale of love, bravery and loss. To his last days, Rogers had made it his mission to honor her legacy, but that wasn’t all that he did. How do you tell a person that the love of her life went on to live a decades long, fulfilling relationship with someone else, even though, from her perspective, they were together the day before?

“Please, call me Y/N. And you can ask anything, Captain. I will tell you everything I can.” You took a deep breath, going through the words in your head in search of the best way to let her know. It was best to keep nothing out. Carter deserved that. “Steve Rogers continued to serve as the Hydra Stomper until the war had ended and all known Hydra operations had been eliminated. After that, he stepped out of the suit so that Howard Stark could continue his research with the Tesseract. I believe neither of them ever gave up on bringing you back, but, in many ways, they also moved on to build new lives.”

You made a small pause, in case she wanted to say something, but Carter only gave you a nod, encouraging you to continue. It was impossible to look away from her eyes, or to keep anything hidden when she stared at you with such intensity. Even in silence, sitting still, she emanated a power that kept you talking.

“A few years after the war, Rogers and Stark started an intelligence agency to keep the world safe from threats we could barely understand. They named it S.H.I.E.L.D., because of you. That is the agency I work for, directed by Nick Fury.” There was something poetic in the way that same agency ended up being the reason Peggy Carter was back, but it wasn’t your place to point that out. “Rogers never stopped fighting, even without the suit. He was a legendary agent, working along with James Barnes until they retired. They were also together for the rest of their lives.”

That was the piece of information you feared would break Carter’s heart, but she had a bright smile after hearing that.

“That suits them. All of them.” The joy in her voice sounded so sincere, and you couldn’t help but ask.

“Were you and Rogers… Together? It is said so in the official files, but…” In your studies, you sometimes wondered if their relationship was just a myth, maybe a publicity stunt to humanize the fallen super soldier. It was your job to question the data, but you had never paid that possibility much attention until now.

Instead of being offended by your invasion of her privacy, Carter laughed so lightly and freely that you felt your cheeks getting warm.

“Oh, darling, Steve Rogers had a heart too big to have only one soul mate. He was the love of my life, yes, and I was the love of his, but not the only one. A love so beautiful and dedicated is supposed to be shared. Of course I’m sad I didn’t get to share the rest of his life with him, but I’m relieved to know that he and Bucky had each other. And that’s not to say I’m a being of such virtue that I’m above jealousy. I felt jealous of Steve alright, many times, but I could never be jealous of him with Buck. They fit well together and they were good for each other. They were real, just as Steve and I were. Steve deserved to be loved through a lifetime. I’m grateful that he was.”

Carter’s eyes shined with tears, but she didn’t allow any to fall. Maybe she would let herself grief for the lost possibilities later, but for now she was handling such an emotional journey with more elegance than you thought possible. It didn’t seem to be an act at all. On the contrary, what touched you the most was the honesty in her words. That selflessness of being genuinely happy to hear of how her soul mate lived on without her, in love with someone else, told you more about Peggy Carter than any history book ever had. And that’s how she reacted right after being thrown into the next century, coming directly from a war and landing in a world she didn’t recognize.

“I don’t think history ever made you justice, Captain. The general public thinks of you as a hero, but they’re so far from knowing the person behind the suit... You know, it’s very nice to meet you.” You couldn’t help but sharing a bit of what was on your mind. To that moment, your hero was turning out to be even better than your daydreams, and it was only fair to let her know so.

At that, she gave you a big smile and your heart skipped a beat. You would have a hard time sharing an apartment with this woman.

“You are far too kind to me. To be honest, they never showed much interest on me, suit or not, until I went against official orders and started throwing tanks around and fighting the battles that needed to be fought. I am more concerned about what I am able to achieve, regardless of how they will see me. And there’s no need to call me Captain, Y/N. Heavens, we live and work together now and you’re my guide to modern life. Peggy is fine. And it’s nice to meet you too.” She took the initiative to get a slice of chocolate cake, already making herself at home. You had the feeling that her adaptation to this world wouldn’t be too difficult, all things considered. Peggy Carter would take whatever she was given and make more of it than anyone imagined possible.

“As you wish, Peggy. Speaking of that, there’s a lot I think you’ll like to see about life now. What else are you curious about?” You took your own slice of cake, trying to feel at ease in this conversation. You couldn’t be on high alert whenever Carter was around if she was going to be around all the time, but that was easier said than done. Your responsibilities here were enormous and, to be frank, you were determined to be your best self and impress her, even if just a bit. Maybe telling her about the wonders of nowadays technology would do the trick.

“I am curious about everything. I can’t wait to know all about the development of science, or what I missed in seven decades of sociopolitical turmoil, but there’s one more person I’d love to hear about before we get to that. You mentioned Howard moving on with his life, didn’t you? What exactly was that little menace up to while I was gone?”

Now, that was a rich topic of conversation.

“Well, Stark continued his research with the Tesseract and with many other projects, sometimes along with the US government, and he built a billionaire empire. Weapons, all sorts of technology, wild parties. The man had everything. He has a son, Tony, who inherited the tech, the money and the brains, but with a stronger inclination to heroism. You see, Tony Stark built himself a supersuit, partially inspired by his father’s Hydra Stomper, but with a larger variety of uses. It’s said that Steve Rogers was a sort of mentor to him, but I couldn’t get Stark to talk a lot about it when I interviewed him.”

You couldn’t tell which part made Peggy more excited. She nodded along as you listed Howard Stark’s achievements, as if it was all expected, and her eyes got wider when you told her about his son. When you mentioned Rogers, she almost jumped in her seat. She was already invested, but dropping that name sealed the deal.

“Fury gave me this.” She took two business cards out of her pocket. “It has his telephone number and Barton’s too. Could I use your telephone to call him? I would like to meet this Tony Stark, and I bet Fury would be able to reach him.” 

Giving Director Fury a call from your cellphone felt strange, but how could you deny Peggy that? If the Director gave her the number, he wanted her to be able to reach him, right? 

Instead of dialing yourself, you showed Carter how to use the phone. She looked like a kid on Christmas whenever she was given access to new technology. You would make sure she got a cellphone of her own soon so you could show her everything the device could do. 

She called Fury and you waited as they talked for less than two minutes. Peggy handed you the phone when she was done, with a smile that said she got what she wanted.

“So, what did the Director say?” You asked, anxious to know the outcome of the call.

“We’re meeting Tony Stark tomorrow at 2pm in his tower. Was it him who named it Stark tower or is that Howard’s doing?” She narrowed her eyes a bit, still smiling.

“The tower was built by Tony, so I think we can’t blame Howard for that one.” You joked. “Are you meeting Fury at S.H.I.E.L.D. before you two go to Stark’s?”

“Oh, Fury is not going. He booked the meeting for you and me, if you would like to accompany me.” Peggy sounded hesitant, as if she had just considered that you might not want to join her on that plan. 

"You’re asking me if I wish to be there when Captain Carter meets Tony Stark? Please, if I didn’t get the chance to be a part of that exchange, I would beg you for a detailed retelling as soon as you got home.” 

Your reply made Peggy laugh once more, and you were getting used to that sound very quickly.

[darlingpetao3]

Escape & Release (EoWells x Reader)

Rating: M (Smut)

Summary: After vowing to return for their next showdown, Eobard Thawne flees Barry Allen in the year 2049. He’s free - free at last from that God-awful Iron Heights prison. So what does he plan to do first with his newfound freedom?

A/N: Anyone else still thirsty from the latest episode? Well, here’s another Eo fic (a request, to boot!) to keep us going. PWP for you and me!

Tag List: @blogforhoes​

After vowing to return for their next showdown, Eobard Thawne flees Barry Allen in the year 2049. He’s free - free at last from that God-awful Iron Heights prison. So what does he plan to do first with his newfound freedom?

The Reverse Flash has a couple of ideas…

First and foremost, the riskiest, most pressing matter involves visiting the person he couldn’t help but fall in love with all those years ago. Someone who never left his mind. Who got him through the darkest of nights. His ‘Juliet.’

You.

Letting the moments of the past thirty years literally blur by him, Eobard runs like the madman he truly is through his Negative Speedforce. His eyes glow a fiercely bright red in his tunnel vision.

There. This time. This will do just fine.

The villain comes to a stop and stalks outside your Central City apartment you kept in May of 2019. A quick sprint up to your balcony brings him to peer into your living area. You’re currently in the kitchen, rounding the corner. You look up in the dim evening light to discover the figure outside your window.

You scream out of shock, but in a split second, a leather-gloved hand appears to cover your mouth to muffle your surprise. You finally register who it is, but how can this be…?

“Eommmffff!” you exclaim behind his hand. He removes it and subsequently, his bright yellow cowl, messing up his hair in the process.

“Hello, my dear,” Eobard greets you with a twisted smile (something you haven’t seen in a long time). “It’s felt like centuries since I’ve seen you last.”

You can’t believe this! Barry and Nora and the rest of the gang have only just left to the future to try to stop Eobard!

“What are you doing here?!” you ask breathlessly while running your hands down his body, as if touching him will assure you he’s real and here. “How…?”

“I came to see you, of course.” Eobard runs the reverse side of his fingers down your cheek. “I’ve been locked up for years in the future. A wretched place, and you were one of only two things I thought about while I was in that hell hole.”

“...What was the other thing?”

“Oh, you know, the usual plotting revenge of the Flash.”

You laugh. “Naturally.” There’s a brief pause, in which you break from being mesmerized at having this man here in front of you and begin to think semi-rationally. “Aren’t you afraid they’ll find you here?” you ask. “Team Flash will be back from the future any time now, won’t they? If they’re not already back. Remember a few years ago how they reacted when they found out about… us?”

“Then we better make the most of our time.”

As much as you were hoping to keep Eobard safe from your friends, you really really like the sound of that.

“And how do you suggest we do that?” you say playfully, only to shortly find yourself pinned against the wall adjacent to your bedroom. You pull his face toward yours and kiss him after saying, “A little to the left,” in regards to reaching the door. With a strategic jump, you straddle his hips, locking your legs tight around him. The deep and dark sound his throat makes drives you to attack his mouth.

It’s been so long.

He speeds you into your bedroom to throw you down onto the bed with enough force that you bounce on the mattress. On the one hand, it’s sexy as all hell, but you also let out a squeal like a kid in a bouncy house.

The Speedster has you naked faster than the blink of the average eye.

You always loved that neat little trick.

“I’ve thought about every possible thing I’ve wanted to do to you in there,” he says while hovering over you, offending you to the nth degree by still wearing the suit while you’re completely exposed. Eobard Thawne never did care for fairness.

“Yeah? Care to elaborate?”

Eobard hums in your ear, then begins to nip and kiss around the area. You are a puddle under him. He hasn’t even dealt with your beckoning need down below, and yet you’ve found nirvana with every little thing he does to you.

He smells of sweat, arousal, and a lingering lust for vengeance from his earlier fight. It’s enough to send you into a state of frenzy - needing desperately to get him out of that damned suit. Yes, it outlined every muscle on his body to prove that he was essentially a Speed-Sex-God, but it currently had no right to be hugging him tightly anymore. You’ve missed his body, how he feels against you, over you, inside you. And you need him now.

“Ditch the suit, tough guy,” you order him. “Right now.”

Eobard smirks. “Someone’s gotten a little more feisty since I’ve been gone.”

You lower your hand down between your legs to play with yourself, looking him straight in the eyes. A taunt. An invitation. A beckoning.

“A little naughtier too, it seems. I have half a mind to just watch you do that until you come.”

“We both know there’s no time for that,” you point out and press two fingers to his lips. The villain sucks on your fingers like they’re the treat he’d been denied for far too long.

“You’re right, as ever.”

At that, he phases out of his yellow Speedster suit. It drops to the floor, leaving him gloriously naked and ripped just like you remember. Possibly even more impressive, it’s a toss-up, really. You also haven’t missed noticing the small amount of peppering grey in his hair. Time was kind to him, goddamn...

You crawl backward on your bed, and

Eobard follows. His arms flex when he pins your hands above your head and into the mattress.

“How do you want it?” he asks.

“Fast and hard.”

“Ah, my specialty.”

You chuckle under him, but Eobard swallows the sound with another kiss - firm and needy and owning. While he’s distracted by your lips, he lets his hands wander back down to knead your breasts. You moan and arch your back at his greedy touch. The villain looks like he’s playing his favourite instrument and is wholly pleased by the music he produces.

He’s about to make a whole lot more “music” with you as he lines himself up in preparation to enter you. For a Speedster, he sure does take his time. Deliberately, you’re sure of it.

But at last, the Reverse Flash finds his place deep inside you, where he belongs. You suck in the air and hold it in your lungs, your head tipping back a little more with each bit further he delves within your heat.

“You feel just like how I remember…” Eobard says, which quickly tapers off into a hungry groan. You need more of that. More of those sounds. It’s been years since you’d heard them, and you almost had forgotten entirely. You whine and meet his giving thrusts in response.

Wrapping your legs around him, you let your heels dig into the small of his back above you, and use your thigh muscles to push him closer to you. You desperately want the full weight of his body on you - if he crushed you, it would be a blessing.

He starts to pick up the pace a little bit more. You see a thought flicker behind his eyes.

“Have you been with others?” he voices it, complete with rumbly, territorial undertones, “While I was gone?”

This question catches you off guard, especially with him buried inside you and pulling and pushing and kindling a stronger fire inside. There’s too much happening at once, too many sensations. You are unsure of how to answer. Or if you can answer.

“I-I mean…” you start carefully, meanwhile taking a particularly hard thrust, “you were g-gone. I didn’t know when you’d be back. Or w-whether you ever would…”

Eobard takes your chin in his fingers and forces you to look him in the eyes. They flash red.

“Have you?”

You swallow hard, he inches out.

“I have.”

The man growls and his hips propel forward. You feel the jealousy, the vicious possessiveness in the movement and let out a strangled cry when he strikes you in the right spot.

Repeat. Repeat. Repeat.

Faster. Harder. Deeper.

It’s just what you asked for.

“Did they ever make you feel like this?” he asks through gritted teeth. You wish he’d bite you with those teeth.

“What do you think?” you retort.

“Fucking say it.”

“No.”

“No, what?” Of course, this is the moment he decides to bring his thumb down between the two of you and play with your clit.

“Fuuuck no- no one. No one. No one but you makes me feel this way.”

It’s as if that’s exactly what Eobard needed to hear in order to kick into overdrive - to finish you, so to speak.

Finish me.

In all honesty, you would be concerned about the neighbours hearing deafening, verging on worrisome sounds coming from your mouth, but you are so deeply lost in your overpowering ride of pleasure that you don’t even care. You let your entire body just feel and let go.

You never thought you’d get to feel that much again.

You never thought you’d get to feel him again.

You think you must have been out of it for a bit there, because your eyes open to find Eobard now laying beside you, moving a piece of hair sticking to your forehead.

“Wow…” you say, then puff out a breath, looking up at the ceiling, shortly turning to face those eyes. It’s like they finally see you, finally assessing everything about your 2019-self and what he’s missed.

“I think I know the answer,” you dare to start, “but there’s no way you can stay, is there?”

“I’m afraid not,” Eobard confirms, sounding genuinely downhearted at the fact. “I’ve already risked so much coming back to this time. But we will see each other again. I can promise you that.” He meets your lips in a gentle kiss this time, something slightly unexpected, but not unheard of. “But I’m not leaving just yet. There’s still plenty left to do to you.”

Lucky me.

~

Anonymous Request: Would you please write Eowells x reader smut that takes place right after he runs off at the end of Flash S5? Like he and the reader are reunited and it gets steamy.

[obxrush]

can u please write a jj x kiara fanfic where jj is getting possessive/jealous abt kiara.

A/N: I ❤️ Jiara. I’m glad you requested this because it’s hard to find Jiara fans amongst all of the people who shipped themselves with the characters 😂 (no hate; just facts). But, I hope you enjoy, anon!

A Tale of Midsummer’s

JJ grimaced, peering down at his outfit. “The things I do for John B,” he muttered, looking back at this friend who gave him a dopey smile. Stomping up the beach, JJ reassured himself by remembering that he had only one simple thing to do: find the Kook princess and skidaddle.

After passing by the security guard with a surprising amount of ease, JJ spotted Sarah Cameron on the dance floor. But, before he could approach her, Pope ran up to give him a fierce hug. JJ felt bad about not explaining himself further, but he hated interrogations about his family life. As discretely as he could, he finally passed the note to the princess and was about to head out before he saw Kiara... and Rafe.

She looked considerably uncomfortable while talking to Rafe, but she had no intention of moving away because her parents were watching her quite intently. JJ furrowed his brows in confusion, thinking ‘what the hell is wrong with this picture?’ He knew nothing about Kiara’s year with the Kooks, but now, he suspected that Rafe had something to do with it. Thinking back, JJ remembered how Kiara always seemed agitiated around Rafe specifically, not so much with Topper.

JJ headed up the small flight of stairs to the porch, and Rafe saw him. Kiara’s back was turned to him, but once Rafe began glaring, she turned around and smiled, but her face instantly changed once Rafe and his friends chased JJ into the country club. Dodging all of the people gathered inside, JJ was stuck at a dead end.

Once he was held in a chokehold with Rafe ready to punch him, JJ finally felt panic coursing through him.

“Hey dude, you really don’t wanna do this,” JJ pleaded, not letting his tone waver, however.

“Oh but I do. You took me out of a great conversation with Kiara. It’s been such a long time since I’ve had a civil conversation with her,” Rafe said with a sinister grin.

JJ frowned but then smirked. “Maybe, she doesn’t want to talk to you. I hear she has high standards when it comes to choosing friends.”

Rafe let out a dark chuckle. “I’m gonna forget that you consider yourself to be at high standards. I don’t want to be her friend. We were hitting if off so well back when she and Sarah were friends.” JJ’s blood was boiling; Kiara never told him about having any sort of relationship with Rafe. But, why do I care, he thought. “What? Nothing to say? Is it that surprising that Kiara wanted to-”

JJ cut him off, “I wouldn’t finish that sentence if I were you.” He was fuming, and adrenaline was pumping through his veins. “Kiara belongs with us now. The Pogues. She knew how fucked up you Kooks are, and she left with good reason.” Before Rafe could respond, JJ broke out of the hold and elbowed the man who held him in the face. He marched up to Rafe and punched him across the face. The other guys tried to hold him back, but he dodged them and went back to attacking Rafe.

That was, until, Kiara showed up. “What the hell are you guys doing? Stop!” she yelled. She held her lilac dress up on one side as she walked up to the guys and pulled JJ away. “C’mon, let’s go,” she whispered.

JJ followed her out of the door, and he could hear her parents screaming to come back. He looked over at his side to see Pope and ushered him to join. When the whole group congregated at Rixon’s did JJ stop to think about what happened. “Hate to interrupt, John B but uh-” he looked over at Kiara. “Kie and I need to talk, alone.” He grabbed Kiara’s wrist gently and led them away from the fire pit.

“JJ, what happened back at the party?” Kiara asked.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about, actually,” JJ replied quietly. “I don’t know why, but seeing you talkin’ to Rafe rubbed me the wrong way.”

Kiara rolled her eyes. “You think it didn’t bother me? Rafe and I aren’t friends. Never were, actually.”

“That’s... not what I meant.” JJ let out a deep sigh. “Were you and Rafe like, together or something back in your Kook year.”

“JJ...”

“Listen, I know you’re touchy about the whole thing, and I don’t blame you, but the things Rafe was saying back there...”

Kiara grasped both of JJ’s arms. “Rafe and I were never dating. But,” she dropped her arms. “we had sex. Nothing romantic or anything. I just... wanted to fit in.”

“What?” JJ asked, concerned. His jealousy dissipating.

Kiara chuckled sadly. “All of the Kooks were dating each other or having sex with each other, but there was me. Just a new money girl who was somewhat close to Sarah Cameron. I hated Rafe even then, but he was the easiest solution to my problem.”

“Kie... that’s awful.”

She shook her head. “I really don’t care. But, my parents think that I should date a Kook to keep at least my toe in the water, and according to them, Rafe is the best choice.”

JJ cleared his throat and smirked at Kiara. “Kie, you are so not a Kook so what’s the point?” The two of them laughed for the first time that night, and it felt heartwarming after such a dramatic day.

The next day found the Pogues finally relaxing on the beach. They made the executive decision to put a pause on the treasure hunt and got the much needed rest after a long a time. Pope handed John B a beer and looked intently at JJ and Kiara, who were sitting together on the sand. “What’s up with that?” he asked John B. John B looked at the scene and shrugged his shoulders.

Meanwhile, JJ gave Kiara a playful shove, and the two laughed. Their relationship seemed... different to JJ, and he wasn’t complaining. Kiara finally seemed to trust him, and JJ was happy. He didn’t know yesterday why he was so concerned about Kiara, but today was enlightening. He definitely had feelings for her, but he was hesitant to give it a go again.

“Hey, Kie,” JJ began, deciding to let out his feelings as soon as possible. “I got something to tell-”

“Well, look at the trash on the beach. They really should clean this place up.”

JJ looked up and sneered at the person speaking. It was Rafe with a smug expression on his face. “What do you want, greaseball?” Kiara spat out.

“C’mon, Kie, we were having such a great time last night. That was, until you left with the help.”

“Don’t talk about him like that!” Kiara set her beer down and rose to face Rafe. He towered over her, and JJ frowned. He stood up and pushed Kiara behind him. “Listen to me and listen well,” JJ gritted out. “Leave Kiara alone if you know what’s good for you.”

“Now, why would I-“

“Because she’s my girlfriend.” Kiara looked at the back of JJ’s head in shock. Is he just saying that to get rid of Rafe or...?

“She wouldn’t date trash like you.”

“But, she is. Guess you don’t know her as well as you think you do.” JJ seethed, waiting for Rafe to respond, but the other boy just raised his arms up in mock surrender and turned around. Then, Kiara put a hand on JJ’s shoulder, forcing him to turn around. “What was that about?” she whispered.

“Before he came,” JJ paused. “I-i was going to tell you that um, I kinda like you.” He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

Kiara smiled. “I figured that out when you were jealous last night.”

Blushed creeped up his neck. “I was not jealous!”

“Sure, lover boy.” And, then she gave him a chaste kiss.

[babieyangyang10]

violent ends (chapter 2)

(chapter 2)

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genre: hunger games!au

pairing: huang renjun x oc, na jaemin x oc

warnings: language, violent deaths, fighting, angst, fluff, + possible nsfw.

A/N: please keep in mind that events/ideas from the original hunger games franchise have been purposefully altered! thanks.

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"In the event of the uprising, each of the twelve districts must offer one boy and one girl tribute to participate in the Hunger Games, and must strictly be the ages of 12 through 18. The contestants will be put into an outdoor arena where they must survive all types of danger and fight to the death, or leave it up to nature. The last tribute standing wins. It is both a time for repentance and a time for thanks." explained the Mayor of my district. I honestly wouldn't be surprised if he uses the same speech every year. Even after my seven years of attending reapings, the anticipation for them to actually announce the names never gets easier.

I know I'm not the only one. The girls standing around me either look like they're seconds away from throwing up their last meal or simply about to explode from excitement.

"In the past seventy-three Hunger Games, we have had numerous victors representing the great district two. The victor representing district two, who will now mentor the tributes is here today." The mayor teasingly paused, "He needs no introduction, please give a warm welcome for Lee Taeyong!"

I felt my body go cold, almost as if I were seeing a ghost. There he was, my older brother, standing on the stage. He was adorned in expensive clothes from the Capitol. Standing tall, his striking features could easily be intimidating. However, his expression was relaxed and pleased; taking in the love and admiration from the crowd. Just by looking at him, anyone could tell he was made for this.

They loved him.

"Now, please welcome to the podium, the Capitol representative for our district, Kim Doyoung." The Mayor stepped off to stand beside Taeyong. In his place, stood a man with royal blue hair and an outrageously yellow suit. He smiled brightly, despite receiving piercing silence from the crowd.

  He spoke cheerfully in the microphone, "Happy Hunger Games! And may the odds be ever in your favor! Due to an overwhelming amount of volunteers in the past games, your leaders have collectively decided to choose their tributes, according to who best represents the district as a whole."

He grabs a card from the pockets of his suit. Leaning into the microphone, he explains, "Here, I have the names of your male and female tributes." He pauses, carefully glancing over the text in his hands.

  �� "Huang Renjun and Lee Athena."

I let out the air held captive in my lungs. The heads in front of me have turned around to observe. Unable to hide amongst the crowd any longer, Taeyong was staring at me. I struggled trying to read his expression, which was blank. I felt my chest sink to the floor, heavily. Shouldn't he be excited for me?

Suddenly, I felt a sharp tug on my arm.

"You might want to start moving. Seriously, you're looking pretty stupid right now. "

I turn to my left to see Renjun frowning at me, who has stepped out of the boy's side and into the middle aisle. Coming to my senses, I follow him as the Peacekeepers escort us to the stage.

"Here we are! Our tributes from district two." Doyoung announces in between Renjun and I.

  I hear a deep, familiar voice from behind me muttering a quiet, "Smile."

   Automatically, I change my shocked expression to a brighter one. Meanwhile, I  scan the cheering crowd's faces; taking in the mixed looks of joy, pity, and even jealousy.

"Well, aren't you two going to shake hands?" inquired Doyoung, stepping backwards.

   Turning to look at Renjun, I see the look of hesitation in his face. Internally grimacing, I offer my trembling hand. He softly sighs before giving a bone-crushing handshake.

"Happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor." speaks a gleaming Doyoung to the crowd. I feel Taeyong  place his hand on my back, pushing me towards a set of doors. Once opened by the Peacekeepers, Doyoung, Taeyong, Renjun, and I enter the Justice Building. A Peacekeeper instructs me to wait in a room and closes the door behind me.

It’s relieving and oddly comforting to finally be alone. My chest no longer feels the heavy fluttering it did before. However, I can’t decide if I’m still shaking from the adrenaline or perhaps nerves. By the time the door reopens, I have gathered my thoughts. My mother and father appear in front of me. My father has a stoic and firm expression on his face, while my mother is energetically clinging to his arm.

“You have three minutes.” announces the Peacekeeper, before closing the door. My mom engulfs me in an gigantic hug. I awkwardly freeze, not really accustomed to displays of affection. However, she pays to mind to this and cheerily states, “I’m so excited for you. I know you are going to do great!”

My father grabs my shoulders and sternly councils me, “Listen to everything Taeyong tells you. Be smart and remember everything you’ve learned until this point. Don’t let your guard down, no matter how much you think you can trust someone. At the end of the day, you can only trust your own judgement.”

I nodded, my heart glowing with pride. I finally achieved the reward I’ve been working for this whole time. Getting to see the surprise in their eyes, knowing they never saw my masked potential. How did the black sheep of our family manage to pull off this?

“Time.” announces the Peacekeeper. My mom pulls me in for another hug. After she releases me, my father shockingly gives me a subtle nod before leaving with my mother.

After a short and silent car ride, accompanied by Doyoung and Renjun. We were ushered into a train, avoiding a swarm of eager reporters. At the main cart, Doyoung is sitting across from Renjun and I. The small table contains various foods and deserts intended for our pleasure.

Doyoung attempts to break the awkward silence, “We’re currently going 200 miles and you barely even feel a thing. I think that’s just one of the good things about this opport-“

“Where is Taeyong?” I interrupted, not really listening.

Doyoung let’s out a puff of air before standing up, “I think he’s in one of the other carts. I’ll go find him.” Once he leaves, Renjun harshly states, “Thank God, that man talks too much.”

I let out a hum of agreement, taking a sip from my teacup.

He starts, “I must say, you really surprised me. With your low scores, I really thought there was no way you’d be picked. Then, I told myself, the only reason is because of that brother of hers.”

I grabbed a knife from the table and shoved him down onto the couch. My legs were wrapped around his waist, hands pressing the knife into his throat. His eyes were wide, while his lips were slightly parted in shock.

“You really can’t go five seconds without talking the same old shit, huh? Didn’t even see this coming, you dumb little fuck.” I taunt him.

“You look pretty good on top of me like this.” He says, lips curling up into an evil smile. Before I could respond, I hear the sound of voices and look up. Renjun takes this opportunity to shove me off him, onto the floor. I quickly push myself up onto my hands and knees. Then, Doyoung and Taeyong came barging in through the door.

“Is everything okay? I heard some noises!” asked a frantic Doyoung.

Renjun answers innocently with, “We’re fine. She just dropped her knife on the floor.” I returned the knife to the table and went to my spot on the couch. As Taeyong and Doyoung sit down on the other side of the table, I subtly send an evil glare towards Renjun.

Taeyong glances over the two of us, “You two know almost everything there is about weapons and survival. There really is nothing I can teach you that you don’t already know. However, one of the things the two of you are going to have to focus on is making people love you. Keep in mind, you are going to be on a reality television show. People will watch and provide whatever you need, as long as you are of interest to them. If you want to get technical, the more you boost the ratings, the higher the probability is that you are to be kept around. You do this by playing a character. Rather it be a villain or a hero, it’s your choice. For example, you could be the pure and innocent type or an object of desire for the opposite sex. I hope you really take your time to decide what fits you best.”

“Taeyong, have you heard anything about the other tributes? Anything we should concern ourselves with?” I curiously asked.

He nodded his head, “District 1 has Lee Jeno and Lee Donghyuck. Both also trained since they were kids. Top of their schools in everything. Also, District 4 has Na Jaemin. Like his mentor, Finnick Odair, he specializes in spearing. I wouldn’t be surprised if he ends up playing the same womanizer-character as him as well. Be careful, any of them could really be either the greatest threat to your game or the reason you end up winning the whole thing.”

[nomnomsik]

Whitechapel

Pairing: Sugar daddy (1880′s)!JK x FEM!Reader

Word Count: 5.1K

A/N: I heavily based this off events and theories of the Jack the Ripper! I tried my best to incorporate some of the language of the time in London/Victorian era. I’m sorry if it doesn’t do it justice! (I don’t know much about it and only worked off my own research) If you see some of the references to theories let me know~ Can you find them all? Also, this is for the anon who wanted SugarDaddy BTS x OC

Trigger warnings: blood, murder, sexual themes, prostitution, incisions, cuts, body mutilation, yandere themes, obsession, toxicity, noona reader, woman troubles, toxic masculinity. Please do not read if you are sensitive 

“Mayhaps it wouldn’t be the best idea to go out tonight, no? Nonetheless, I can take care of you and any burdens you may have, my darling.”

The younger male looked worriedly, his voice laced with concern and love as he stared at you. The two of you stood near the door as you slipped on your worn out boots. You had a tattered and worn out dress on that was in very poor condition. Your hair was messily put together, a dusty pin sticking out.

“If you remember, you know my answer from the first time. I’ll be seeing you again later.”

Your voice was cold and short as you went to leave immediately. Your response was rough and straight to the point, fitting your very poor life. Everything in your life was what it was supposed to be growing up poor, except for the gorgeous man who stood next to you. His posture, diction, and mannerisms screamed rich.

“How long, my dove?”

Without turning back, you answered.

“Oh well… Perhaps it depends on how long my client wants.”

With that, the door shut closed, leaving the man all alone in your home. His fists were clenched as he rolled his tongue on the inside of his mouth. He turned the other way, walking upstairs to the small bedroom. It was much smaller than any bedroom he had ever stepped foot in. It smelled of wet wood and the waste from the streets that roamed around this part of the city.

As he stared at the night sky, the illuminating lights of the London cityscape seemed to be the only thing that welcomed him in your home.

Jungkook discarded his dark brown trench coat, tossing it onto the neatly made bed. His fingers came up to his tie, loosening it at the top before unwinding it all together. All he had left was his tailored dress shirt accompanied with his dress shoes that had developed dirt over time in this area.

He crossed his arms as he stared out of the window, the cool breeze of the night blowing past him. No matter what he seemed to do, his mind was filled to the brim of you. 

Your gentleness and purity all taken for granted by these disgusting older men who only wanted to use you for their own pleasures. And yet, he knew you didn’t have a choice.

No matter how much he spoiled you with gifts or beautiful encrusted jewelry, you always smiled, refusing to accept them. When he forced you to take them, you placed and stored them away, brushing his questions to the side.

It was always, “I’ll wear it someday.” or “Maybe not today.” He quickly grew agitated. The only thing you chose to keep was the house he had bought for you at the East end of the city. 

This side of the city was far from luxury. It was dirty and disgusting, filled with poverty and swarm of immigrants that had no common decency. He had always believed it was because you were too prideful to accept anything from him, but then again, much as he wanted to deny it, maybe you enjoyed what you did.

It didn’t help him that he was younger. Maybe you saw him as a kid. Maybe it hurts you to see a younger man plead on his knees to take care of you. Maybe you wanted him to find someone better. He groaned, holding his head in both hands.

Couldn’t you see there was no one else for him? He remembered the day he burned with rage and jealousy when you told him you were going back out again. It was like you threw all his hard work away. He worked tirelessly, running through London during the nights just for you. He even got the top headlines on the papers just for you.

If you truly knew what kind of person he was, then would you see how much of a man he was? Jungkook laughed cynically to himself, burying his head in his arms. As he stood up, his eyes were wide and a smile graced his face. He flipped open his pocket watch, before returning downstairs.

“Oh, my silly love,” He moaned, threading his arms through his suit vest before buttoning it up. “The things you do to make me crazy.”

With that, Jungkook opened the door, stepping out on the dirty streets of the Eastside.

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Labored breaths filled the grimy and unkempt room as you pulled your clothing to your bare chest. The older man threw his spare coins and bills at you that you desperately caught with your hands. Within minutes, you slipped on your messy and wrinkled dress before securing the money in your pocket.

You were pushed out of the door and back on the dark streets of London. The muddy and rotting smell filled your nose as you quickly walked down the darkened streets. You had always known it was dangerous to be walking out on the streets alone, especially this late at night.

You remembered the way your roommate had come up to you, pleading you to not go out again. He went on his knees, scared for his life he would lose you. 

How long has it been? You silently cursed to yourself as you rushed back. You missed the security of Jungkook’s arms even though you were sure he only pitied you. Why else would he waste his wealth on you?

You were dim-witted. You needed money. It was the only way to survive and yet, when your roommate came up to you, his pockets stuffed with an unimaginable amount of coins, you rejected. You truly were foolish. From then on, you rejected everything, swearing on your pride to never give in.

As you quickly unlocked the door, you were greeted with Jungkook who sat quietly in the living room, watching the latest silent film. Or was it a motion picture? You didn’t know the specifics nor cared. You didn’t have the luxury for that sort of hobby. Jungkook smiled at you, standing up before wrapping both of his arms to give you a tight hug.

“I missed you, sweetheart.” His delicate fingers brushed the back of your head as he straighten your hair out. “Do you not feel well, my love?” His eyes scanned your face for any sign of discomfort. You shrugged, brushing him off and once again breaking his heart.

“Could you tell me the time?” You asked, walking up the wooden stairs that creaked.

“It's ten-to-four, darling. You don’t know what I had to endure with your prolonged stay out there…” Jungkook pouted, following you up the stairs. He leaned on the doorway of the bedroom, closing his pocket watch.

Jungkook watched as you nonchalantly stripped out of your only ‘good’ dress, throwing the thing you’ve worn for a solid four years.

“Oh love, why don't you wear any of the dresses I’ve given you?” He questioned, walking over you as he brushed your hair once again. He lowered himself down to your ear, digging his hands into your shoulder. “And why won’t you sleep with me, sweetheart?”

You jumped, pushing him off.

“Leave me be.”

His face contorted in pain once again.

“Darling, I love-”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Jungkook. Leave me.” You warned as you slipped into the bed, covering yourself with the knitted blanket that began to develop holes.

Jungkook sighed, nodding before slipping downstairs.

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Bread, potato, cheese, gruel, and broth. Breakfast. You quietly ate at the small dining room table that sat in the middle of the living room. Meanwhile, Jungkook walked over, peering at you and your meal.

“Dove, that will surely not be enough to fill you up.” He looked distressed and anxious, looking at your thing arms and bare bones. “Why don’t we take a joyous trip away from the East side?”

You cleaned your fingers on a dirty cloth, looking up to meet the younger man’s eyes.

“Thank you for the offer, but I’ll decline.”

Jungkook let out a deep sigh, clearly frustrated. It irked him how much you refused him. What was your problem? Why were you so set on having a miserable life?

“Don't you want to be respected, bricky lass?” He grunted. “Why is it that you seem to be miffed by me whenever I try to lend you my services? When I try to be a remedy for your poor life?”

You clicked your tongue in annoyance. “Even if I did desire for those to respect me… Do you think that perhaps those people will?”

Before Jungkook could answer, you cut him off again.

“I don’t think so, Mr. Jeon. I believe no matter what I do or what you do, you cannot save me from this life. I don’t need your help, nor did I ask for your help. Don’t you know what they think about women like me?”

Jungkook knew. He gulped loudly, averting his eyes to the side.

“Darling… You know that there’s no way I think that-”

“I don’t care what you think, Mr. Jeon. I sell myself for money! They call me a hussy because I am!” You yelled, forgetting about your meal as you approached the handsome man. “I’m a fallen woman! That’s what they all say… And I’m fine with it. I don’t need you. I don’t want your money.”

Jungkook remained silent, his eyes dropping down to the floor. You jumped as he abruptly moved, grabbing his trench coat and heading towards the door. Your feet quickly followed him as he opened the entrance of the door, revealing the light of the East side morning.

“Please be careful at night, y/n. We’ll see each other another time. If you see the moon, think of me.”

Jungkook shut the door and you watched like a puppy out of the window, following his powerful strides down the contaminated street. When he was no longer in view, a sigh left your body. You put the spare food away in one of those recently developed refrigeration machines.

You walked over to the front door, opening it to the foul air.

“Good morning!~” A bright voice greeted you as well as a ring of a bell.

“Good morning, Jin.” You replied calmly, walking down the front steps. He handed you the morning paper before giving you a warm smile that scrunched his eyes and puffed out his cheeks. “Thank you.”

“Todays, issue…” His voice trailed off as you looked back at the front page curiously. “A psycho is out there, y/n. Watch out!”

You looked down at the front headline, your eyes widening. GHASTLY MURDER AT THE EAST END! Two hussies were found on the streets of the East end, their heads decapitated and their organs removed. The officials suspect that-

“Thanks for letting me know, Jin.” You thanked, before waving him off.

“See you again soon!” He chirped before riding off to the next set of houses.

You walked back in, locking the front door while setting the paper down on the table. You took a seat thinking over your choices. How much money could you survive on without going out for a few nights? 

The murders seemed to get worse and worse nowadays. Everyone in the East side was unhappy with the high poverty and you assumed the lack of happiness resulted in violence.

You laid on the only piece of furniture in your house, stretching your legs out on the plush cushion. As you drifted off into a quick snooze, your mind faded off.

“Y/n…”

His breath was rough and ragged as he hovered above you, leaving a trail of kisses down your skin. His thrusts were slow and steady as he looked at you straight in the eyes. Every emotion and expression on your face was carefully observed. He slowly increased speed as you loosened more and more for him. His grip tightened around your hips as he pushed deeper and deeper into you. You cried out as you met every one of his thrusts.

“Love… I don’t think I c-can-” Jungkook stuttered, his hips erratically sliding in and out. “Ah…!” He grunted, slipping out before spilling his white cum all over your chest and stomach.

“Jungkook…” You murmured, your arm stretched out for him.

“Yes, love?” He whispered, bringing you closer to his chest. He wrapped an arm around your back, your chest squishing against his.

“Thank you.”

Immediately, your eyes snapped open as a raging hot burst of embarrassment filled your face. You slapped your cheeks, cooling that humiliating memory.

“I was so…!” You scolded, hastily standing up and finding something else to do in your small home before heading for your morning job at the restaurant in town.

Needless to say, you didn’t see Jungkook for the next three days. His presence was definitely missed, but you felt pride swell in your chest at the independence. You could make your own money and you could certainly rely on yourself. You didn’t need his pity. Or maybe… you weren’t used to such affection before from another man.

However, you shook your head, dressing for another night out. You met your newest customer during your shift, quickly sharing information and prices. He wasn’t the most handsome man in the world. He was overweight and lacked proper hygiene, but he was much better than some of the other customers you had stayed with before. Money was money after all.

With that, you slipped on your trusty boots before heading out again.

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“Oh my sweetheart, you truly are smart despite what you say you are.” He sighed blissfully, staring once against at the bright moon that hung over London. He sat in his home, looking out from the bathroom window. Jungkook’s hands unbuttoned his dress shirt, throwing the item into the bathtub. Then he unbuckled his pants before throwing it too in the bathtub along with the shirt. Turning the faucet on, he splashed water on his face before thoroughly scrubbing his gorgeous skin.

As he rubbed his face with a cloth, he stared at his reflection and his toned chest.

“If you only saw the look on their faces! And the fact I still came home before you did…! Ahahah!” Jungkook laughed loudly to himself, tossing the knife that sat on the kitchen counter into the bathtub with all the other bloody items. Cleaning would commence immediately.

It was such a pleasure for Jungkook to see you remain in your home after those nights. It was pleasing to see his actions have proved successful. No longer would you need to go out. All he needed was to scare you, to make you question whether your job was truly worth the risk. Slicing up those stupid women was completely worth it.

Now you wouldn’t go out, destroying your purity more and more with other men. Men that weren’t him.

Unfortunately, you were too difficult to persuade. He watched as you left your home on the third night. Did you not see all the warnings? The dozen of papers warning women to not leave their homes at night because of him? His body was fueled with anger as you walked into another home.

“Because of your actions, my precious dove… Another will have to pay the price in your stead. When will you learn…?”

His feet carried him swiftly through the night. Ever since his recent killings, the alleys were scoured by police and authorities, all searching for him. He was to move quickly and carefully, avoiding all suspicion. It was always interesting to read the papers.

Doctor? Surgeon? Ridiculous. He mocked them all, sending in letters in which he explicitly called them fools. Screw them, they wouldn’t understand. But he loved the name, Jack the Ripper? Who knew it would fit him perfectly. Two letters and it was truly him. Two more deaths and maybe you'll finally stop this foolish game.

His eyes spotted a woman down the street, quickly rushing out a house. A house that looked in too good of conditions for her to live in. His eyes analyzed her body moments. Why was she rushing and why, most importantly, did it look like her clothes were hastily put on? Jungkook licked his lips, his hand sliding the blade out into the open, yet concealing it in the darkness.

Jungkook studied his prey for a bit longer before he no longer needed to watch. Bills and coins. The woman counted them for a few seconds before shoving them in her pocket. He laughed to himself before quickly following after her. Almost from out of the darkness, he was suddenly behind her and as the woman turned around she was met with her doom.

Down with one strike, she fell, her head harshly colliding with the cobblestone. With quick knife work, he sliced the woman open, blood gushing open and spilling onto the darkened streets.

“Bloody whore! It’s because of you. You!” He emphasized, his voice hushed to avoid suspicion. “It’s because of you my love thinks she has to do the same.” He grit, deeply slicing her throat and gashing her face.

With a flip of his knife, he was about to cut the abdomen before he heard several footsteps. Jungkook paused, shoving the blade back into his coat pocket. He darted his head side to side, carefully listening for the direction of the sound.

North… He made a run for it, leaving the corpse on the ground. He ran west, maneuvering through the alleys and streets while using the darkness of the night to his advantage. Luckily for him, he avoided all officials that were searching the streets.

However, Jungkook clicked his tongue. Those damn police! Why the hell are they still out this early in the morning? He wasn’t satisfied. Not only was he interrupted, but he also didn’t even to mutilate the genitals or cut open the abdomen. They wouldn’t even know it’s him!

I guess… There is no more time to think. I have to find another one to make up for this loss.

Making his way from Berner Street, he ran towards Mitre Square. He hid in the shadows of the buildings, taking in deep breaths to calm his pounding heart. When he opened his eyes again, he looked around in the Square, before seeing a lovely woman who sat on the benches.

Easy.

After checking and fixing his appearance, he walked over to the woman.

“I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but is this seat taken?” He asked politely, watching as the woman’s cheeks flushed a tint of pink.

“No, of course not. Please.” She pointed to the free seat, allowing him to sit right next to her.

“And what’s your name? It’s awfully strange to be alone here during the night after all these horrible events that have taken place over the past weeks.” Jungkook gave her a warm smile which made her blush worsen.

“Oh… I was… Well… I was supposed to go home with a man today, but I don’t think he’s coming or showing up.” She admitted softly.

“I see…” Jungkook sympathized, nodding his head up and down. “But then why do you seem so upset? It doesn’t suit your delicate face.” He extended his hand out, brushing a few strands away from her eyes. She looked down, completely flustered.

“Well, it’s just, I have some payments I need to make… But I don’t have enough money for it and I was hoping the man would show up tonight… I’m just, oh I’m not so sure, I feel let down.”

It was almost an instinct, as Jungkook responded immediately.

“Then, how about, if you could let me take you home? I would be incredibly honored to be with such a beautiful woman and I would be happy to give you payment.”

He cringed internally.

Her eyes lit up as she stared at Jungkook with love and adoration. He smiled back at her, holding one of her hands before bringing it to his lips and kissing the back of her hand.

“It would be my pleasure.” He winked, before looking at his surroundings. There was no one. He stood up with the woman’s hand still held by him. “It would also be my pleasure if you got out of my sight.”

Before the woman could even look back up, Jungkook brought his blade up, slashing her throat. He severed it completely before moving on to her abdomen. He ripped it open with his blade, leaving a jagged wound and disconnected the left kidney from her body.

“Haha...hahahaha!” He smiled, ripping a majority of her uterus off. “You bloody whore. Absolutely disgusting… But, you should’ve seen the look on your face, love.” He spit mockingly.

“Why won’t you accept me?!” He cried, slashing her face apart. “I would do anything for you! I’m killing for you!! I have all the money you could imagine, so why!”

Blood splattered onto the ground.

“Can’t you!”

Blood pooled out from under her.

“Accept me?!”

Breathing heavily, he stood up and looked down at the mutilated corpse. His body felt numb. He felt like he was an immature kid again. Had he just taken his anger out on something again? Was he going to regret his actions? Right now, it didn’t feel like he was going to any time soon. As long as you never stepped out of the house again to go on one of your sexual adventures, then he had truly succeeded.

Jungkook ran. His feet carried him to your home, unlocking the door himself and throwing all his dirty and bloodstained clothing into the bathtub once again. It took about an hour of work, scrubbing all the blood away and washing his body off. Blood flushed down the bathtub drain and he squeezed the remaining water from his clothes before hanging them up to dry.

“Ahh…” He sighed, relaxing on your bed. His eyes fluttered shut as his body melted into a deep sleep.

You followed shortly after, sticking your key to unlock your door. When you felt no heavy friction or the click of the door, you pushed open the door to find it already unlocked. Your eyes immediately caught the pair of dress shoes that sat in front of the door. You sighed, throwing off your own boots before climbing the stairs.

When you walked into the bedroom, you sighed once again. The younger male was spread out across your sheets, drooling sloppily on your already dirty blankets. Before you’re about to yell at the younger, you just sigh, huddling next to him.

It’s no surprise you woke up first. You got far away from the youthful man, stepping down the creaky stairs to receive the morning paper once again. As you stepped out at the bright Friday morning, the Eastside seemed to shine back. It was quite beautiful despite living in the most run-down area in London.

“Good morning, Jin!” You called as the paper-boy stepped on the brakes as he approached your home.

“Good morning to you too, Ms. y/n!” He chirped, handing over the paper. “Today’s story is crazy! This is no foozler, let me tell you that.”

You looked down at the front page, your mouth slightly parted as two pictures of blurred women that were brutally killed greeted you back.

“Oh my-” You choked, your hand clamping your mouth as if you were about to choke or gag.

“I know, I know. I had the same reaction if I do say so myself, Ms. Y/n. Hedge-creepers are having it rough by this psycho. It seems like the mutton shunters have no choice but to protect them now.”

“I see…” You forced out a smile and waved him goodbye. As you entered the living room, you threw the paper onto the small dining room table.

This was absolutely crazy! Two murders in a single night?

The huge bolded words of “Double Event” stood proudly on the front cover it made you sick to the stomach. As you turned around, you bumped into a solid chest.

“Oh, I apologize for that dove. It wasn’t in my intention to sneak up on you like this.” He apologized, steadying your body with both hands. “What are you doing up so early?”

“I was reading the morning paper, Jungkook.” You pointed at the paper that laid on the table. Jungkook walked over, studying the front cover while smirking to himself. “Who could do such a thing?” You complained, shaking your head.

“Damfino.” He laughed, scratching the back of his head. “Surely if this is the same person, you shouldn’t be leaving at night, sweetheart.” He cooed, kissing the top of your head. “Let me take care of you, please?”

You stood there thoughtfully, thinking his offer over. But, the irking feeling of already being a shame to all of society immediately erased the thought.

“I will be alright, Mr. Jeon.”

“What’s got you so poked up, darling?” He asked as your cheeks flushed. “Why are you so determined to reject me? Am I someone who’s skilamalink?”

“No.”

“Then why?!” He raised his voice this time as you flinched. You turned around and met his pained expression. “Please! Just tell me. At this point, I’ll change! I’ll do anything!” He grabbed onto your shoulders, shaking your frail body.

“Am I meater? Is that why? Darling, please talk to me!” He wailed. “Am I too young or do I not meet your standards of being manly?”

“Mr. Jeon… Stop…” You broke free for a second and ran up the stairs, Jungkook following and running after you. He forced the door of the bedroom open as you took several steps back. “What are you-”

He grabbed both of your wrists, crushing his lips and devouring you fully. Jungkook pushed you further and further back into the room until you fell on top of your bed. You felt hot and uncomfortable as Jungkook did whatever the hell he wanted to do. He shoved his tongue into your mouth as saliva pooled down your lips. He nibbled on your bottom lips and sucked, rarely giving you enough time to breathe. His hold on your wrists was like iron vices that forced you in place.

“Mm!” You winced, struggling in his hold. With a loud pop and lick of his lips, Jungkook finally let go.

“What do I have to do to get you to love me?” He pleaded, staring into your eyes.

“There’s nothing…” You harshly breathed out. “I’m a fallen woman.”

“No!” Jungkook lunged at you, pinning you down with both hands as he breathed heavily. “Please… Just feel the same way for me… Please. Please!” He cried, squeezing your wrists.

He looked hopefully at you, but his heart dropped as you shook your head in defiance.

His lips trembled as he stared back at you. So it doesn’t matter now… Nothing matters now.

His body shook as a tear made its way up to the surface of his eye, rolling down his cheek.

“I just wanted to love you…” He whimpered.

“I know.”

“I wanted to be loved, dove.” He pleaded.

“I know... I’m sorry.”

After the first tear rolled down his cheeks, a consistent stream pooled down. He rubbed one of his eyes, keeping his hold on your right arm.

“I love you.” He whispered.

He reached for his blade from the back of his pocket as he hovered above you. His tears stuck to his face as he brought the knife down, making a deep gash on your throat and severing it down the spine.

“AHH!” He screamed, ripping and tearing you to pieces. He cut open your abdomen, emptying almost all the organs as your mouth fell agape, your life completely gone from your eyes. Your deep crimson blood spilled onto your favorite blanket and through the thin sheets of your bed as Jungkook cut you to pieces.

Your organs fell out, dropping onto the sheets as well as Jungkook hacked at your face. If you couldn’t be his, nobody deserved you. Nobody deserved your beauty and purity. He was your final moment, the last thing your eyes saw.

“Why?! WHY?!” He hollered, his mind going numb as he continued his ministrations. “WHY?!” He wailed, grabbing his right hand with his left and slowly lowering the blade down. 

He breathed heavily, his eyes wide and a smile graced on his lips. Bringing his bloody hand to his mouth, he touched his curled lips.

“I’m… happy?” He whispered, looking down at your disfigured body. “Haha… Hahahaha!” He giggled, a tongue coming out to lick the blood off his finger. “Hahaha! Oh, how funny this truly is!”

Jungkook stumbled back up, looking back at the room. He inspected the floors as well as his appearance to make sure he left no trail. He paused as his foot passed the threshold and looked back at you one last time. Immediately, he turned back, sinking his hand into the gory mess.

“Mine…” He picked up the no longer beating heart and brought it to his chest. He slowly tucked it into his trench coat. “You’ll always be with me, love.”

From then on, Jungkook disappeared from London. Women were no longer found with his notorious incisions and marks. 

How long has it been? As he sat in his new home, he dipped his pen in ink, scribbling nonsensical words in his journal.

This was no home. He wrote.

They found out. Close people. They did.

Scared at first, but realized…

His writing trailed off.

They knew but kept it private. They didn’t want to ruin themselves.

Now, I’m here. They said it’ll be my final resting place.

I’ll be with you, my love.

Just wait for me.

I loved and killed the only important person in my life.

Now, it’s time.

JK the Ripper

The door to his room opened, revealing a fresh and young man.

“It’s time. Get up.”

Jungkook rose, following the man out. He touched his own hair, realizing just how long it got.

“Ahh, no good. You wouldn’t like that, right darling? I’m not handsome with long hair…” He chuckled to himself as he walked through the dark hallways. “They’re keeping me in some weird place…” He whispered. “They say it’ll help me, but the only thing I really need is you, my love.”

A pair of guards opened another door, ushering him in. Jungkook stepped in, taking a seat in the only chair. The walls were painted white. Almost everything in the room was the same white color.

“Any last wishes you crazed man?” A man also dressed in white asked.

Jungkook smiled, his bangs covering most of his face.

“I hope I’ll see her.”

[agent-jack-barrow]

A Schott to Breathe, Chapter 1/?

ff: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12833457/1/A-Schott-to-Breathe

ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/13800768/chapters/31729632

Summary: "Winn sat down at his desk. He felt slightly dejected about what just happened, I mean, he was supposed to be the resident techie here, right?" A new agent starts working at the DEO and disrupts Winn Schott's workplace, and quite frankly, his world. Winn-centric story, but all characters involved. Eventual romance.

A/N: Hello! I'm a huge fan of the character Winn Schott. I'm annoyed by how his character has been handled by the writers and this nine week hiatus we're embarking on, especially since it's prolonging the time to the long-awaited Winn-centric episode. This is my solution to keeping my sanity in the meanwhile. Hoping to update approximately 1-2x per week. Enjoy, and please give feedback!

Chapter 1

Winn pondered when the last time was that he had gotten a full night of sleep. He honestly couldn't remember. Between working at the DEO and helping Guardian, he only averaged 3-4 hours a night. Sure, the large soda he sipped on continuously throughout the day helped, but he was still exhausted. His back and neck ached and often it felt like his body was being drained of all of its energy. But what other options did he have? At the DEO he was needed to guide people in the field and, God knows, James would be dead by now if he wasn't guiding him in the van. People relied on him. Which, he admitted to himself, felt good. It gave him a purpose. But, as he so eloquently stated before, Winn was tired.

He felt himself nodding off behind the computer, so he stood up to stretch and take another drink of his soda. He heard someone walking up behind him, so he turned around to see Alex come up to him with someone he didn't recognize in tow. "Hey Winn," she started. "This is Agent Shapiro. She just finished with her combat training. She also has a background in computer engineering, so we thought we would have her work under you when she isn't needed in the field."

Winn looked over at the woman with Alex. She was pretty, in a non-overbearing sort of way. She had long, blonde hair that was pulled back in a braid, beautiful green eyes behind a pair of tortoise-shell glasses, and a professional, yet still kind, smile. He thought back to his days in college with other computer engineering majors, and none of them looked like her. He made a mental note that she probably was going to be like the other DEO computer techies. Competent, but not on the same expert level as him. But he wasn't going to complain, he could use whatever extra help he could get.

"Hi, I'm Agent Schott, but you can call me Winn." He shook her hand and noticed her long, toned arms. Probably further accentuated by all of the combat training she just completed. "Unless, ya know, you want me to really like you. In which case, call me Agent Schott," he joked.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Agent Taylor Shapiro. I'm excited to get started here."

"And it looks like you're about to get started right now" Alex said as she watched J'onn walk down the stairs towards them and Kara fly in through her DEO entrance. They both had that look on their face, it was a mix of concern and extreme focus, that always told her they were about to start a new case.

Winn quickly showed Taylor a desk area and computer she could use. "I'll start training you once I'm done dealing with whatever they have going on," referencing the team that now was building around the center of the room. "In the meanwhile, just make yourself comfortable," he smiled.

The informal meeting began, with J'onn filling everyone in about the latest crisis. This time it was a Fort Rozz escapee that seemed to be racking up the materials needed to make a bomb. And not just any bomb, one that was large enough to wipe out at least half of National City. Winn noted that when he first started at the DEO, that would be enough to send him into panic mode. But now, maybe because of his fatigue, or maybe just because of the amount of dangerous situations he's witnessed since working there, it seemed like just another day in the office.

"Winn, could you possibly figure out a way to track down this suspect?" J'onn asked.

"Yeah, I could set up a tracer to look for the materials he's taken thus far. But it won't be ready for another hour or two."

"I could trace that in a few seconds." Everyone's head turned to source of the voice. It was Taylor, who was typing something on the computer in front of her.

"U-uhm, o-okay. I mean, I'm pretty sure that isn't possible, but you can go ahead and try," Winn stuttered in response.

Just then, she gave Winn a coy look and on her screen were the coordinates of an abandoned warehouse about 10 miles from where they currently were. "Your guy should be here." Taylor stated.

"There's no way that could be accurate. How did you even do that?" Winn said, looking unbelieving at Taylor.

"It's simple really. I just enhanced the algorithm you already had to track down Kryptonite and rewrote it for the materials this guy has. Then I just cross-referenced to see what location had all of the materials present. So that's where your suspect should be," Taylor explained. Rolling her eyes with a tight-lipped smile she continued, "or you could do whatever you were going to do for the next hour or two. Probably going to come up with the same result though."

Winn glared at her out of the corner of his eye, but was silent, looking at her work over her shoulder. He didn't appreciate the cockiness, but she was right, it should work.

"Winn? Earth to Winn?" Kara said, waving her hand in front of him. It didn't seem to work, he was still staring intently at Taylor's computer.

"Agent Schott!" J'onn yelled exasperated. That seemed to snap Winn out of it. "Is it a reliable lead or not?"

"Y-yeah. It should work," Winn mumbled. Damn right, Taylor thought to herself.

"Well then. Good job Agent –" J'onn paused, looking at Taylor.

"Shapiro. Agent Taylor Shapiro, sir."

"Right. Good job Agent Shapiro," J'onn said. "Let's get going everyone. Supergirl, you lead the way. I'll have a strike team meet you there to support you, just in case."

Winn sat down at his desk. He felt slightly dejected about what just happened, I mean, he was supposed to be the resident techie here, right? But he chalked it up to beginner's luck and tried to move forward. He started pulling up blueprints for the warehouse Supergirl and the strike team were headed for as well as any security footage he could tap into.

"I already tapped into the security footage in the area," Taylor said over to Winn. "And the blue prints are downloading as we speak."

"Show off," Winn whispered to himself. Maybe it wasn't beginner's luck after all. He looked up to see J'onn glaring at him, no doubt having heard his small quip and possibly hearing some other not-so-nice thoughts passing through his mind. He looked away and decided to focus on getting the coms set up.

Twenty minutes later the rogue alien was caught and being checked into the DEO. J'onn briefly stopped by the tech bay to congratulate Agent Shapiro on a job well done. He laughed to himself a little bit when he sensed a bit of jealousy from Winn's thoughts.

Winn decided if he was going to make this work relationship a more positive one, he had to put forth a more positive attitude. He had enough on his plate without having coworker he disliked. So he made his way over to Taylor, who was focused on whatever she was doing on her computer.

"Taylor, that was really impressive for your first mission. Good Job!" Winn said.

"Agent Shapiro," she replied.

"Excuse me?"

"You can call me Agent Shapiro," she said, without glancing up from her computer screen.

"O-oh. Right, of course. Good job, Agent Shapiro!" Winn said, with a little less excitement. She made a tight smile, but said nothing in return. He walked, clearly deflated, back to his computer, thinking there was little hope for this to be a positive relationship after all. Seeing as the crisis was over and it was already pretty late, he decided to start wrapping things up. James would want to meet with him soon to get started on Guardian's night activities.

Taylor still stared intently at her screen, but she wasn't actually doing anything on it. She thought that maybe she was a little too harsh on Winn. Clearly, he was a fairly sensitive person. However, from her previous experience working in the field of computer engineering—a field so often dominated by men—she knew all too well that she had to earn respect early. Otherwise, she would just be seen as the dumb blonde that they could take advantage of. She had experienced it too many times before to let it happen again, and this was the only way she knew to escape it—being a little rough along the edges and making very clear boundaries. She began thinking about all of the previous jobs and cities she had blown through up until this point due to being undervalued. She really wanted this to be the job she finally landed on.

She closed her computer and made her way to the training room, hoping that spending some time hitting things would help clear her mind.

[7aiguanlin]

just peachy.

character: kang daniel.

genre: soulmate!au.

word count: 2047w.

prompt: soulmates have matching tattoos and these two idiots have never noticed their soulmates that have been standing right in front of them the whole time.

♡

when she was twelve, she met kang euigeon through her brother yoon jisung. when she was thirteen, she watched as a small peach etched itself slowly onto the skin below her collarbone. now that she’s nineteen, she still has yet to find her soulmate, but she surely wishes that her soulmate is kang euigeon– now kang daniel– because she developed a helpless crush on him seven years ago. 

kang daniel wishes that she’s his soulmate too, because he stopped seeing her as a little girl two years ago. he used to stare at her with a brother-like endearment the same way jisung did, but now, he stares at her with stars and daydreams in his eyes.

it’s impossible though– they’ve known each other for years but there hasn’t been a single sign of them being soulmates. jisung can only shake his head, because he’s seen both of their tattoos. 

both of their tattoos in the form of a small inked in peach right over the skin underneath their collarbones. both tattoos, in perfect replication of each other.

♡

“it’ll be fun, kiddo. i promise,” jisung says as he drags her throughout the mall. she looks at him doubtfully, a grimace on her features as her older brother drags her into a store that she’s never been to.

as far as she (and jisung) are concerned, she’s not a party person. but as far as jisung is concerned, his little sister absolutely has to be there for what’s going to be the best frat party of the year. especially when it’s his and daniel’s fraternity that’s going to be throwing it.

“you’ll meet new friends, i’ll introduce you to some of my friends who can help you around campus, and it’ll be like freshman orientation but without all the awkward icebreaker activities and teachers!” he chirps happily. 

“but we have to do something about your wardrobe because you can’t show up to the party in a matching pink sweatshirt and sweatsuit combo.”

“don’t slander the pink sausage organization like that!” she protests loudly, offense in her tone as she wrenches away from jisung and sits down with a pout on her lips. jisung presses his lips together in an unamused expression, flicking her forehead before moving to find her clothes. 

her phone rings as jisung leaves, displaying the name “pink sausage 2″ in a large font. as soon as she picks up, woojin excitedly asks: “are you going to the frat party tonight?” 

“i am,” she grumbles in response, and on the other side of the screen, jihoon snatches woojin’s phone.

“great! we’ll see you there!” woojin snatches his phone back from jihoon, glaring at the older boy.

“we’re initiates for the frat,” woojin explains, “… jihoon made me…”

in the background, jihoon’s loud voice is heard again. “you should try to go for our sister sorority!”

she ponders the thought for a moment, recalling doyeon and yoojung’s conversations about joining.

“anyway, we have to get ready, we’ll see you later, alright?” woojin says, ready to hang up the phone. jihoon takes it before woojin can.

“oh, and please don’t wear the pink sausage outfit. wear something cute– maybe something that’ll grab daniel’s attention.” the teasing wink can almost be visualized, but nonetheless, she scoffs and hangs up the phone before jihoon or woojin can say anything else. 

at that exact timing, jisung shoves a loose flowery pink off-the-shoulder top at her, paired with a blue denim skirt and a brownish-tan wedges. he hands her a black ribbon choker, too.  

“go try it on. you’re going to look adorable,” jisung says as he ushers her into the dressing rooms.

and so, left without an option, she does try it on.

when she heads out, jisung’s eyes automatically drift to her exposed peach tattoo, and a mischievous glint in his eyes appear as he supportively claps his hands in a round motion.

♡

later that evening, jihoon and woojin arrive to the party with her in tow. her hair is tossed to the front of her right collarbone, effectively covering a quarter of the exposed skin and her peach tattoo.

jisung grins when he sees her, whisking her away from jihoon and woojin and pointedly gathering her hair to cascade over her back. stubbornly, she returns her hair to its original styling, causing jisung to look at her with faux disapproval before turning to his friends.

“seongwoo, sungwoon, jaehwan, minhyun! this is my little sister.” he pinches her cheek for extra emphasis, but she offers them a smile nonetheless. 

“hi.” despite her greeting addressing the four boys directly in front of her, her eyes flit around the near vicinity for the one peach-haired boy whom she seeks.

“daniel’s not here yet,” jisung chuckles, throwing an arm around her shoulder before turning to the other boys. “she has a little crush on daniel.” 

“what the heck! how could i even have a crush on someone who isn’t my soulmate?” she retorts, smacking jisung’s arm. the other boys chuckle at the sibling interaction and sungwoon offers her a cup of fruit punch.

“your older brother specifically told me not to give you anything mixed with alcohol,” sungwoon explains as jisung nods approvingly, fist bumping the bartender. 

“hey guys– whoa, wait, am i seeing correctly? you’re wearing a skirt? and heels? and an off-the-shoulder top?” everyone’s head lifts at the sudden arrival of daniel, whose cheeks are tinted pink as he looks at her.

her cheeks go pink as well– partially at the attention from daniel and partially because he looks extremely good in the outfit that he dons– a black and white plaid that hits the middle of his thighs, black jeans, a white short-sleeve underneath, and newly dyed light brown hair.

“jisung made me,” she stammers out.  

“oh please daniel, you act as if you didn’t take her to prom as her date two months ago,” jisung smirks, downing a shot of beer that sungwoon offered him prior. 

seongwoo whistles through his teeth before making space for daniel to sit beside him. 

“well, excuse me for not having found my soulmate yet, forcing me to go with a friend,” she shoots back, trying to quell the increasing heat on her cheeks. 

daniel grimaces a little bit at her words, but it goes unnoticed by her. 

it does not, however, go unnoticed by jisung, who takes a deep breath to refrain from smacking his palm against his forehead. 

phase three of the plan, commence. 

♡

only minutes after she separates from jisung’s friends to head to yoojung and doyeon, a loud voice that she recognizes as jaehwan’s bellows throughout the house.

“seven minutes in heaven starts in five minutes! put your names into the fishbowl now!” he goes around the rest of the fraternity house yelling the same scripted words as minhyun trudges behind him to collect names. 

“are you going to join?” doyeon asks, looking at her two friends. when doyeon receives minimal responses from both, she takes three slips of paper and writes down their name on each.

seeing no bad in it and no longer able to argue against anyone after being dragged to a fraternity party and being blown away by daniel’s new light brown hair and just daniel, she does nothing to resist. 

meanwhile, jisung prepares a bowl that’s filled with her name, specifically to hand to daniel when it’s his turn to choose. 

“don’t you think you’re meddling too much?” minhyun drawls, watching as jisung repeatedly writes his little sister’s name on multiple slips of paper.

“listen, minhyun,” he says as he slips another paper into the second fishbowl, “i’ve watched them beat around the bush for two years on daniel’s part and seven years on her part.” he slips the seventh paper into the fishbowl before tucking it behind the fraternity’s group picture. “i have to do this, or i’m going to go crazy.” 

he picks your name out of the fishbowl minhyun had passed around, slipping it into his own fishbowl. “they’re going to find out that they’re soulmates now, or i will announce it to the whole university over the intercom.”

♡

ten minutes later, she finds herself sitting beside woojin on the couch in the living room, his arm slung comfortably and amiably over her bare shoulders. 

she doesn’t mind since she and woojin have been best friends since they were four, but daniel avoids her gaze throughout the whole game, only able to look at her and woojin in glances before brimming with jealousy. 

jisung notes the amount of times daniel looks at his little sister, and he lost count after five minutes. 

“daniel!” jaehwan picks up the second bowl filled with one specific name from the table, discreetly tucking the other one away for the time-being. “your turn.” 

jaehwan strides over to daniel who has his arm lazily slung over the armrest, and jaehwan’s eyes flicker to you briefly as daniel picks the slip of paper at the surface.

the whole world seems to slow down as daniel reads off her name in a husked voice of disbelief, and her senses blur as her friends and brother whoop and cheer. 

woojin forces her to stand up and shoves her towards daniel, who instinctively holds out his arms to catch her as she stumbles into him. behind her, jihoon and woojin high five each other and daniel’s friends’ whooping gets louder. 

“into the closet you two go,” jisung sings as he leads you both into the cabinet the frat had bought solely for the purpose of seven minutes in heaven, closing and locking the door behind him.

daniel’s heart rate quickens at the sudden body heat he’s being crowded with, and he doesn’t know what comes over him when he stammers out a simple “hey.” 

in that moment, he concludes that even though she’s probably not his soulmate, she’s worth the risk, even though she’s most definitely not his soulmate, he’s developed inevitable feelings and he wants her.

honestly, how could he not with how she laughs at his lame jokes while swatting at jisung for his even lamer jokes? with how he swears that peter and rooney love her more than him, even though he’d never admit that? how she always refuses to be swept up into societal standards or pressure? wow, he could go on and on, but with seven minutes slowly ticking down, he decides that it’s time to take action.

“i know we’re probably not soulmates, but i think– wait no– i really like you. and i’m… i’m willing to take the risk of being with you even if years down the road, we might find out actual soulmates and be forced to separate. i think you’re worth it. i think you’re worth everything to me. i think i might have found my everything in you two years ago– wait, i wasn’t supposed to confess how long i liked yo–”

his ramble ends with a gentle caress on his cheek and soft cherubic lips on his. he melts into the moment immediately, wrapping his arms around her waist. 

when jaehwan flings the closet door open, the wolf whistles are louder than they were when daniel had plucked out the slip of paper with her name.

♡

later that night after daniel walks her to her dorm, daniel anxiously sits jisung down for a serious talk.

“hyung. i know she and i aren’t soulmates, but i hope that you can still approve of us and give us your support since she and i both agreed to separate peacefully if we met our actual soulmates.”

jisung sighs in slight annoyance, which daniel mistakes as disapproval, only for jisung to wave his hand frantically in denial, flustered as he yelled his approval for the relationship.

jisung facepalms as daniel leaves the room with enlightened shoulders after the talk, but he decides not to tell either of them that they’re actually soulmates.

the first time they make love two months later, daniel lets out the brightest smile as he peppers the area around her tattoo with butterfly kisses and they both swear they’ve never been happier in their lives. they’ve also never felt any more stupid in their lives, but the happiness and giggles of glee as they carry through their love making overrides it all.

[etoilesdephan]

Burn bright for my constellations (Chapter 3)

Chapter masterpost Read it on ao3!

Word count: 4.1k

A/N: Whoop! This take longer than intended, and I'm sorry about that but I hope you enjoy this chapter nevertheless! From now on I will be updating this every 1-3 weeks according to how much school workload I have to deal with in between. Sorry about that but I want to give you all quality updates <3 

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It had taken a while, but finally Dan pushed the door to his room wide open, a pack of biscuits under his arm, only to toss them at Phil when the other boy looked up. “Mum seems to like rearranging things in the most bizarre ways lately,” He lied easily as he motioned at the sweets and Phil gladly grabbed one and bit into it happily.

“Your collection is impressive,” Phil complimented, too distracted by the rows of CDs and the box of vinyls to note the way Dan had been absent longer than he should have been, even in his roughened up state. Dan was thankful for the distraction though, and carefully watched as Phil reached out to pull one of the CDs out and Dan took the moment to switch the song that was playing in the background, lowering the volume before he settled down on his bed, partially out of laziness, partially - tiredness.

“I've been trying to get my hands on this!” Phil waved the CD around in a way Dan could barely make out the cover, “But it's always either sold out or I can't afford it on the go.”

He shifted at that, leaning his weight forward, a little bit, his feet on the ground keeping him from toppling over, the stiffness too prominent in his lower back again, “I usually raid the second hand stores and there's a couple of forums where you can exchange with other people,” He explained, something in him desperate to clear the situation. It was like a knot in the centre of his being was making him fear something that didn't make any sense, words taking lead over thought easily, “I can show you.”

Somehow the boy in front of him seemed to be the exact opposite of Dan, relaxed completely and fitting in so easily with his surroundings though it was a space Dan had created for himself.

It was scary in a way that Dan couldn't explain.

There was something so genuine in everything Phil did and said. When his emotions changed, they took over the entirety of his features. When he moved - it felt like he was doing it in a way that shifted the world around him instead. Something about the other boy seemed so open, all evil purified as soon as it touched him, despite how cliche Dan realised it sounded.

He was an absolute stranger to Dan, yet something about him felt like had known one another for ages.

And perhaps it was the familiarity that made him tense; Dan had never made actual friends easily, always careful about their intents until they proved themselves harmless in some way. It was not like Dan to feel this thoroughly comfortable in someone's presence and that, ironically enough, made him uncomfortable.

“You can borrow some, if you want?” Dan found himself saying and it was clear at that moment that Phil didn't know him at all, that they had no real past that their interaction would bounce off. Because anyone who knew Dan, knew how protective he was of his collection.

They would ask him what changed his mind? Or why he didn't give his usual list of rules.

Instead what Phil responded with was unashamed joy.

“Really? I promise I'll take a good care of them!”

And for some reason Dan believed him.

===

“How do any of these even make sense?” Dan dropped his pen on the open book in annoyance when the calculations kept getting away from him, no matter how carefully he tried to write them down in the notebook.

The pack of biscuits laid empty on the edge of the table, the crumbs dotting the surface around it.

“Honestly, I've never been good at maths,” Phil scratched his head with the back of the pen before he lied back on Dan's bed.

It had taken about fifteen minutes of going through the CDs, Phil carefully picking out a couple to borrow, and another five before he had comfortably settled on the edge of Dan's bed as the two discussed the genres and even managed to argue over the best songs within the albums in question.

It was such a nice, natural change, that Dan felt a bit of peace with the world settling in his bones, easing the numb tingling that was ever present. The discomfort liked to melt away as if Phil's voice had the power to wash it out of Dan's system effortlessly.

It made Dan almost feel like he was leading the same normal life as before, that nothing had interrupted it, changed it.

But that magical sensation shattered when Phil's phone buzzed once, twice, a dozen times that couldn't be ignored, and finally the other boy sheepishly excused himself to reply to whatever had come up.

Dan wondered about the friends Phil had and what they thought when Phil had left. Did they miss him? Probably, because it hadn't taken even two minutes until the phone buzzed again and Phil rather hurriedly turned to respond.

Dan wondered - did they feel the same as Dan felt when thinking of Tuck.

Probably not, Dan soon concluded, because Phil was alive and whenever someone messaged him, he responded. Meanwhile Dan could only longingly look down at his phone, knowing that it will never again carry the voice of his friend, no matter the amount of calls and texts Dan would end up receiving. He was gone for good while Phil had only moved from one place to another.

There was a bit of jealousy that sparked in Dan's being but he swallowed the knot in his throat, shaking the feeling away before it could make its home in him.

“Somebody sure misses you,” Dan finally commented when the phone buzzed for the millionth time and Phil just laughed.

“Yeah,” His response was curt and the way it was said left something hanging in the air. When Dan looked over, he saw the way the screen turned dark again and how Phil pocketed the device all whilst still lying on Dan's bed like it was his own.

“Screw this,” Dan said, finally giving up when he looked down at the numbers again and realised that they had lost all their meaning in the small moment of distraction. He slammed the book shut and leaned back in the chair, spinning himself just enough to fully face Phil. “I don't even want to study mathematics after I'm done here.”

“Tell me about it,” Phil followed suit, reaching out to push his book off the bed and it fell flatly on the floor with a muffled sound against the carpet.

It was a strange reminisce of something inside Dan's skull and he felt how his whole body tensed, only to shudder visibly before the tension passed. Cold bled into his limbs, making him feel colder than he already had and absentmindedly he wrapped his arms around himself to try and keep himself warm. It took a moment until he noted that Phil was looking at him, having pushed himself up enough to lean on his elbows.

Dan knew the feeling though, as sudden and strange it was. He swallowed and he felt how his chest was tight with the beating of his heart and how the ringing in his ears mixed with the heavy thumps. He felt the dryness in his mouth and the way that the cold took over more and more and he wanted to hug himself tighter as if holding himself would help with keeping the warmth from escaping his body.

“Hey, Dan,” The voice sluggishly drew him out from the inside of his mind where numbness had settled in a terrifying manner that no matter how hard Dan fought on his own never quite retreated as easily as he'd will it to. He blinked several times until his eyes focused on the other boy who watched him with his brows slightly furrowed, a crease in his forehead forming concern.

It was then that he realised that he was shivering violently.

“J-just cold,” Dan cleared his throat, feeling his lips tremble, making the words less legible. He pushed himself onto his feet, the world underneath them feeling extremely unstable and his ankle suddenly less reliable than he had hoped it would be. He didn't even realise that he had stopped until he felt a light touch to his shoulders and the weight around his shoulders.

“I shouldn't be hogging up all the blankets, your room is pretty chilly,” Phil was close and had draped a blanket over Dan's shoulders, carefully wrapping it around the shivering boy. The words were genuine and there was worry in Phil's eyes but it was soft and open, it wasn't dark with sorrow. It was silent and it took a moment before Dan realised that he was staring. He shook his head, trying hard to clear it and felt as the initial feeling began to pass.

“Sorry, I think I've exhausted myself in the last days,” Dan lied weakly, lips forming a half-hearted smile and even if it was clear that Phil saw right through it, the other boy didn't point it out. Instead he nudged Dan lightly and Dan followed suit, sitting on the bed, cocooned in the blanket, back against the headboard. His lids were heavy, but he wasn't tired enough to sleep, so he let them close.

The music kept on playing in the background, and he could hear Phil as the other boy shifted. He could hear the clothing rub together as the other moved, and the sound of Phil's phone unlocking and then locking again a moment later.

“Thanks for being so nice to me,” Phil's words were sudden and Dan opened his eyes, the world bleary before them momentarily, indicating that perhaps he was more tired than he had realised. “It's so hard to find your place when moving, and starting at a new school. I mean people have been nice and all, but it never goes beyond the basic pleasantries at most.”

At that moment Dan noticed the way Phil dragged his vowels in a Norther manner; it wasn't something that he had paid attention to before. The music changed to a calmer track in the background and Phil was fiddling with his shirt, now silent as he sat at the foot of Dan's bed.

“Why did you move?” Dan's lips formed the words and as soon as they were out, a little bit of blush coloured his cheeks, and he shook his head, “I mean-- You don't have to explain. But you brought it up and I know nothing about you yet you're sitting on my bed and-- Bloody hell, that sounds wrong, but you know what I mean--”

It was the sound of a light laugh that finally shut him up. Something had changed in the air around the two boys, and though Phil was still smiling, there was something incredibly sad about his expression too. It felt familiar, and it dug into Dan's heart mercilessly.

“I don't mind, it's just...” Phil as if tried to find words, the sound long and thoughtful, each syllable heavy on his lips unlike any other words that Dan had heard him say. It wasn't like Phil was unsure if he should trust Dan and more like he was trying to find a way to explain it. So Dan sat quietly, allowing the thought to form words.

Finally, Phil heaved a sigh, his hand finding the back of the head, long fingers rubbing through the short hair at the nape of his neck, “See, my parents divorced when I was seven, but they've been keeping in touch this whole time. Now dad's sick and we decided to move in with him to help him through it, because he's always been wholeheartedly supportive of us after the divorce. I couldn't fully understand it until I got a bit older, but now it's time for us to be one whole family again.”

Dan blinked at that, “Mister Lester is sick?” He felt the corners of his mouth turn down; he'd known the man for years now - the friendly older man had always been a neighbourhood favourite, willingly helping out those in need with household fixes and always with an abundance of smiles and reassurance to share with those who needed it.

There had been a lot of speculations why he lived in such a big house alone, but the adults had trusted him so Dan didn't question it. Somehow it had never crossed his mind to actually find out more about the man, he was just a normal constant in their lives for as long as Dan had lived there.

Phil smiled a small, crooked smile but it was as if the sadness was seeping through the smallest of cracks, and his eyes were downcast for once, staring at where the fingers were pulling at the threads slowly before he released it with a sigh, “Yeah, he's been struggling for a while now.”

The silence was strange, though filled with the background of music and that same low hum ringing in Dan's ears, it was all muffled in exchange for the heaviness of the information that hung in the air between the two.

“I'm sorry,” It was very quiet, but the words escaped him loudly enough so that Phil could understand. Instead of accepting Dan's words, Phil shook his head as if brushing them off.

“Please don't, Dan,” There was a pause, like he was trying to gather his composure though nothing had implied the budding anger, - was it anger?, - beforehand. Finally though, Phil smiled and it was without a doubt to Dan that the thin line was forced.

Dan bit at his lip, and then finally, shyly added, “I guess we're both sick and tired of pity, huh?”

It was as if he'd spoken the magical words and Phil's tension melted away and the smile turned from a grimace into something a bit more genuine.

“I guess we are.”

===

“Dan, we're home,” The front door closed louder than it had opened and the sound along with his mum's voice registered to the two boys who had settled both on either side of the laptop between them on the bed, watching old episodes of Phil's apparently favourite show (if the excited commentary in between every five words was anything to go by).

Studies had been long forgotten, the strange equations having eaten up all their will to put effort into them.

“Oh no, what's the time?” Phil jumped as if burned, nearly slipping off the edge of the bed, and dug into his pocket for his phone where it had been left muted. He unlocked it only to make a face when he checked the notifications and when Dan gave him a questioning look, Phil returned it  with a sheepish, “Mum tried to call me half an hour ago.”

“Yikes,” Dan slowly shifted to get off the bed, stretching uncomfortably, “You better get back to her soon.”

Phil merely hummed back in response, distracted by whatever was on his phone's screen. “Yeah, I'll head home now. I'll see you tomorrow at school?”

When Phil looked up all hopeful and genuine, Dan couldn't find it in himself to say no.

===

“Who was that, honey?” His mum was quick to ask when Dan finally made his way into the kitchen, but he ignored her until he had settled by the table, ready to join the family for dinner for once when he noted the absence of the two other family members.

“Where's Adrian? And dad?” His heart was fast to take a leap, but it was a touch to his head, his mum running her fingers through his hair in a soothing manner that calmed him before the full panic  could begin though he knew it irrational.

“Adrian wanted to go to that fair, remember?”

Though vaguely, he acknowledged the flaky memory of his brother talking about the event; he couldn't quite place what it was about and no matter how much he tried to rake his brain for details, they seemed to be escaping him. It made him grumble in annoyance.

That is, until a sudden pinch at his head made him jolt, when his mum quickly pulled out a hair, “Ow, mum! What the hell?!”

“Language, Daniel,” She reminded before waving in front of him a single hair, “A random grey hair. I used to get them your age when I was stressed.”

“Right….” He looked at the hair for a second before turning away. His hood over his head again, he leaned onto the table, his back straining momentarily before the relief set in as he tried to focus on the surroundings, the sounds calming him successfully.

He could hear his mum bustling around the kitchen, the clinks of dishes and the sound of the stove a welcome interruption in his thoughts and he closed his eyes, a small smile gracing his features slowly.

It had been a strange day. A lot stranger than he had expected, and suddenly Dan realised that maybe he had made a new friend.

A new friend whose number he didn't even know, but it was a start.

“So,” His mum began and it went without her continuing that she was still pushing the earlier question.

“He came by to bring me homework since he lives next door,” Dan mumbled so unclearly that it made him wonder if she even understood, but when he heard the curious sound she made, he continued, “He seems cool.”

“Does this 'cool' boy have a name?” Her curiosity was endless and though Dan could often appreciate it, sometimes it was too much. He shifted, nuzzling his face into his arms for a quiet moment before he finally looked up, a little bleary-eyed, but there was a smile on his lips when he pronounced the name.

“Phil. His name is Phil.”

===

“Phil,” Dan raised his voice the next day while he limped through the corridors of the school, noticing the incredibly lost-looking boy once more looking around with a deep crease in his forehead again.

“Dan!” Phil's face seemed to light right up and it made Dan's earlier doubts about attending for the day begin to dissipate slowly. Though the day had been nice, nightmares had been quick to swallow that feeling, the memories of the crash mixing with a strange warped mess of other thoughts and ideas that he couldn't really remember after he had woken up, his whole body aching and covered in sweat, his chest heavier than felt healthy and heart beating fast enough to make him dizzy.

“Right on time to save me from being late for a class again, aren't you?” There was a joyful softness in those words and Dan felt like a bit of a superhero under Phil's excited gaze. A  temporarily mildly disabled one, but he could forget even that for a moment.

“Only if you buy me a chocolate bar at lunch,” Dan retorted with a slight tease in his voice, only to begin laughing when Phil began to pat around his pockets and then dug into his backpack.

“I'll one up you byyyyyyy...” Suddenly an actual Snickers bar was nearly jabbed in Dan's face, making him wobble a little when he took a step back, “Giving you one now in exchange for directions and some company during the lunchtime?” And by the end of it he looked so hopeful that Dan had to put a hand over his mouth, the laughter begging to escape his lips.

“What?” Phil questioned, lowering the candy bar, when Dan didn't answer and cocked his head in a manner that made Dan think of a curious dog.

It was, to say the least, - endearing.

“You're such a dork,” Reaching out to grab the candy bar out of the other boy's hands, Dan admitted and there was a momentary hesitation in Phil's expression that made him elaborate pointedly, “In the best way possible.”

That seemed to calm Phil down and Dan pocketed the candy bar before leaning against the wall and motioned towards Phil to give him the schedule, the crumpled paper soon in his hands and it was clear that Phil had folded and unfolded it more times than the material was originally intended for, the ink cracking on the folds, making the words on the creases hard to read.

“Oh, we have Biology together,” Dan smiled and admittedly his chest filled with a joy that he hadn't expected and it felt like Phil felt the same because when Dan looked up, he met excited blue eyes staring right at him, unashamedly. And perhaps there was less of a distance between them than Dan found naturally comfortable, yet he didn't mind it now.

“Oh my God. I swear, Daniel, for someone on crutches you're still too hard to find,” Louise as if emerged from thin air, startling both of the boys and Dan realised instantly that Phil stepped back right away, arms wrapped around himself protectively.

“Louise, stop trying to make my heart stop,” Dan whined, but when she frowned he rolled his eyes, “And stop giving me those looks.”

Her attention, however, was drawn away from him quickly, “And who is this dapper man?” She was loud and happy, her voice always upbeat in a way that Dan felt jealous of at times.

“Louise, this is my friend, Phil,” Dan introduced quickly before he could even check if Phil was fine with it, but when he looked at the other boy, Phil was smiling widely, and Dan understood - they were on the same page. “Phil, this is Louise, my partner in crime since fifth grade.”

“Pleasure to meet you,” Phil awkwardly extended his hand towards her in a similar manner that he had done with Dan just the day prior and Louise, her eyes wide, glanced at Dan for a moment before taking it as they shook.

“Pleasure's all mine. You're new, aren't you? What brings you here?”

She sure didn't waste her time.

Awkwardly, Dan shifted and lightly placed his hand on her shoulder, trying to draw her away from interrogating Phil, “Did you bring me the book?”

It worked like a charm.

“Of course! I also brought you my notes,” The two boys watched as Louise went through her belongings, and shoved several books into Phil's hands before she finally found the right one and held it out to Dan along with a flowery notebook, “You better go through all of them this time, she was very adamant and you know Mrs. Barlow, she doesn't joke about her tests.”

“Thanks,” Without even giving the book and notes a look, he began to shuffle to get them into his own bag.

“Thank you, love,” Louise meanwhile began to collect the books from Phil.

“You better be as lovely to Dan, or else we'll have to have a talk,” Though her voice was the same cheerful, there was an edge to it and even Dan looked up surprised at that, mouth agape for a moment as he surveyed the shorter girl who was actually staring at Phil enough to make the tall boy shift uncomfortably under her gaze.

“Louise, what--”

“Shush, Daniel,” She brought her hand up to shush him and instead stepped just that bit closer to Phil, reaching out to pinch his cheek lightly, “If I hear you mistreating him in any way, I swear I will flip.”

“I-uh, y-yeah?” Phil was clearly at loss of words, his eyes seeking out Dan who stared back at him with just as much confusion.

“Good! Well, I have to go, but I'll catch you at lunch,” She was smiling brightly at the two as if nothing had happened, before turning to pull Dan into a light hug, Dan's arm awkwardly wrapped around her shoulders momentarily before she took it and Dan felt a piece of paper placed into it.

“What was that about?” As soon as she was out of hearing distance, Phil asked, clearly unsure of how to process the situation he had just experienced.

“I have no idea,” Dan responded, looking down at the piece of paper in his hand and there was something that made him want to throw it in the trash instantly but instead he stuffed it into his pocket. When he looked up again, Phil was silently watching him, arms busy hugging his stomach again, “She's usually not like this.” Dan promised softly.

Phil opened his mouth, but the bell rung, interrupting whatever he wanted to say and Dan swore under his breath, in turn making Phil laugh, “Rude.”

“Your mum is rude,” Dan shot back without thinking and threw the bag over his shoulder, beginning his awkward traipse down the hallway, “Come on!” He called out when Phil didn't instantly follow.

He hadn't seen the change on Phil's face, where the expression had softened considerably.

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Beware the Physical Exam!: 1

Summary: If word gets out that Haruhi’s really a girl, she won’t be able to stay in the Host club. If only that was something you were actually worried about. No. Why? Because you have a little secret of your own that you definitely don’t want anyone finding out. 

Pairings: Eventual!Kyoya X Reader

@animallover1089

Warnings: None

Word Count: 2667

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While walking down the dark, empty hall of the large building, you held the object in your arms close to your chest. Your breath was shaky, your eyes wandering everywhere in slight paranoia and your body was stiff, the entire atmosphere felt nerve-racking. "There you are, Y/N." Hearing the voice address you set alarms in your head as you immediately closed your eyes. "Where do you think you're going? You're supposed to be on stage by now." Your lips began to tremble as he approached you, but you refused to open your eyes and only shut them tighter. "I...I don't want to go, father. Please don't make me." Each step he took made your heart beat faster and louder. "You dare disobey me? Don't turn your back to me, young lady!" Tears began spilling from your tight lids as you began running in the opposite direction. "Y/N! Get back here right now!" "Y/N! "Y/N!" With a sharp gasp, your eyes opened up. You shot up from where you had been lying and noticed the twins were right next to you with actual concern on their faces. You began breathing a little heavily as the nightmare was still fresh in your mind. Their voices synced as they spoke. "Hey butterfly, what's wrong?" Kaoru knelt down to place a hand on your shoulder. "Are you all right, Y/N?" You unintentionally shrugged his hand away and swung your legs over the bench to sit up fully and put your head in your hands. "I'm okay...I'm okay...everything is fine." They looked at each other, growing more concerned as you stood up and grabbed your apron that you had folded up as a pillow on the bench, beginning to tie it around your waist. Hikaru put his hands on his hips as they watched you walk away. "What was that all about?"

Kaoru shrugged. You used your sleeve to wipe the wetness that formed from your eyes off your cheeks. Just as you  passed by the table of girls with hosts sitting at every other one, you looked away from them and went for a beeline to the kitchen. I'm sorry, father.

Those words echoed within your head and it threatened to make more tears form. "There you are, Y/N." Your breathing nearly stopped as your feet did at the words he had said. "I've been looking for you. Here, I need you to hand out these calendars of the hosts to the guests." You were still frozen in place, but you looked up at him. He had to adjust his glasses to make sure you were looking at him. "Y/N, are you listening?" You snapped out of your zombie state and glanced down and the stack of calendars in his hands, then you nodded and took them from him.                                                                                           "Yes, sir. I'll do that." He hummed, then turned around, but he also stopped to look back at you first. "By the way, you shouldn't cry like that. It doesn't suit you. Smile more, you look your best when you do." That comment actually made all previous thoughts leave your head and new ones flood in. Did he just say he liked my smile? No, he was just saying that. Right? "Oh, and hang some up around the music room to advertise. Sell as many as you can." You glanced back up and saw that he was walking away and a good distance away towards another table of girls. Sniffling, you tried to wipe away the sadness from your face and as you turned around, a small smile pulled at your lips. ******* There wasn't much for you to do today. Honey was attempting to make the guests something to eat, and they did, even though he screwed it up. At every table, there was a Saki bottle and some kind of snap with pitchers of water. All the hosts were busy doing at least something. So...that left you here, sitting up against the tree with your folded arms resting on your bent up knees. You were looking out at every table, but at no one in particular. You were super bored and felt almost like you weren't needed today. Your eyes moved over to the little conversation between Tamaki and Haruhi. Though, it was mostly Tamaki and Haruhi just making short comments. "You noticed! Yes, today my beauty is quite splendorous, I'm in full bloom today. I bet you'll fall for me soon." Growing more and more less interested, you placed your chin in the palm of your hand as the twins put their arms around Haruhi and turned her away from Tamaki. "So Haruhi, have you decided the elective courses for this term?" Kaoru smiled down at her. "How about conversational french?" She was a bit confused at their sudden appearance, let alone his question. "I don't know." Hikaru laughed in amusement. "I think we should take it together. It makes sense." They both looked behind her at Tamaki, sly smiles on their faces. "We are all in the same class." And that was when Tamaki's face fell and in the blink of an eye, he was sitting down, facing the tree in a huddled position. "Say, Mommy, dear?" Kyoya paused writing down in his black book, closed his eyes and smiled. "What is it now...daddy?" A part of you cringed as a part of you giggled. Daddy? Oh, God. Tamaki didn't seem to notice or he just didn't care as he narrowed his eyes in thought. "I have a new theory. I mean, it's just my hypothesis but it seems that by being in the same class, Hikaru and Kaoru are able to spend more time with Haruhi than I get to here at the club. This gives them a chance to get close her. And if that happens--" "Tamaki." He stopped and glanced at you as you were sheepishly smiling at him. "You just now realized that?" His eyes widened as he froze up. Kyoya chuckled and placed down his book as he turned around to face the two of you. "According to my research, the twins spend roughly nine hours of class time with Haruhi. Meanwhile, your contact with her is limited to a couple hours of club activities. Even Y/N spends the most amount of time with her, during the host club, before school, after school, and on the weekends because they're neighbors." He smiled and shrugged. "In other words, your involvement in Haruhi's life each day amounts to no more than a mere 3 percent. I'm so very sor--" "Ahhh! I don't wanna hear it, I don't wanna hear it!" Tamaki had been covering his ears, then shot up and grabbed the collar of Haruhi's yukata. "Listen up Haruhi, I want you to stop hanging out with those shady twins from now on!" In the background, the twins popped up, shaking their fists at him. "Who are you calling shady?" "Yeah, take a good look at yourself, boss." You groaned and rolled your eyes as he began ranting about Haruhi turning back into a girl and to be seen as one to the whole school. Growing more tired, you stood up and brushed off your clothes. "So do it! Change back, now! Change, right now!" Haruhi's head was nearly about to fall off with how hard he was shacking her. "You don't need to rush things, you know." He paused his shaking as everyone's heads turned to you. You crossed your arms over your chest. "She's going to be found out soon enough. If you all would remember, physical exams are a day after tomorrow." Haruhi's eyes widened with curiosity. "Physical exams?" Slowly, all eyes turned back to Haruhi. Kyoya laughed under his breath. "That's right, I forgot all about it." She hummed with a finger to her chin. "Then that means, there's no doubt, they're gonna know...I'm really a girl." Tamaki and the twins let out a horrified screech as you sighed at them. ****** Your lips were pressed into a thin line as you, Kaoru, and Honey looked down at Tamaki as he was largely smiling at the wall. Honey was actually resting in one of your arms as he held his bunny close. "He must be having a great day dream!" Hikaru narrowed his eyes. "A little too great of a dream if you ask me." Your nose scrunched up. "He's honestly starting to creep me out." Tamaki's head turned to you, but his sight landed on Hikaru and he smirked. "Envious, Hikaru? This is all part of my strategy. While you've wasted time blinded by your jealousy, I've foreseen the outcome of this charade." He spun around and outstretched his arms. "This anime is obviously a romantic school comedy. Haruhi and I are the main characters so that means we are love interests." Kyoya smiled to himself as he turned and looked directly at you. "Perhaps. However, this fan fiction is all about Y/N. And because it has a romance pairing, that means one of us will end up with her at the end of this story." Your eyebrows furrowed once every host began staring at you, even Honey, which made the heat rise to your cheeks. "T-That's ridiculous." You rose an eyebrow, cheeks growing more red when Tamaki let out a laugh. "Precisely. So, in that case, you better not step out of line. We all have our roles, after all." "Seriously?" He hummed in curiosity as you frowned back at him, silently call him clueless. "Look Tamaki, I don't think you understand what this means." Honey nodded rigorously as he wrapped his arms around your neck and pointed at him. "If word gets out that Haru-Chan is really a girl, then she won't be able to be in the Host club anymore." He then tapped his chin in thought, not realizing that Tamaki's soul just broke. "But if Haru-Chan started wearing girls' clothes, I bet she'd be even cuter than she is now." Hikaru scratched his chin as he glanced at Kaoru. "She dressed up like a girl in middle school, right? She must've been pretty popular with the boys." "Yeah," Kyoya confirmed as he pushed up his glasses. "According to my investigative report, someone would declare her undying love to her at least once a month." Kaoru rose his eyebrows as he glanced at Tamaki, who was still staring at all of you with dead eyes. "Oh, I see. So the boss wouldn't even be able to get close to her." Hikaru darkly chuckled. "But we'd be able to because we have class with her all day long." Tamaki's eye twitched. "No way!" The sound of a door creaking open made you look over at the door, where you saw Haruhi's head pop in. "Hey guys, sorry I'm so late." She didn't get a chance to even walk in the room due to Tamaki pulling her inside and placing his hands on her shoulders. "Don't you worry, Haruhi! We're determined to keep your secret. No one will find out that you're really a girl during tomorrow's decisions!" "...Sure." You glanced down to the floor, then realized Honey began squirming, so you put him down where he went over to Haruhi and before you knew it, everyone was cooking up some scheme to keep her secret hidden. And by your own narration, you perked up. Speaking of cooking... Leaving them to their conniving, you stepped backwards and headed off towards the kitchen. And you didn't notice that the only person who had noticed your behavior watched you go. ****** As soon as you entered the kitchen, you flicked on the light which lit up the large room one bulb at a time. You scanned the long counter, and saw a number of dishes wrapped in tin foil. "Oh, yeah. I already made tomorrow's menu." Sliding your feet forward, you let your hair down and ran a hand through it as you untied the apron wrapped around your waist. Dropping it on the counter, your feet stopped in front of the large doors of the freezer. A small smile pulled as you opened one door up and reached far back until you grabbed hold of the frozen container. Pulling it close to your chest, you winced at first at how cold it was as you closed the door. Dropping down in your bed slash bench, you popped off the top and had to open up a drawer close by for a big spoon. Then with a sigh, you dug the spoon into the Neapolitan ice cream, pulled out a large bit of it, and wrapped your lips around the spoon. Almost immediately, when the feeling of the cool ice cream slid down your throat, all your troubles were gone and all that mattered was getting to the bottom of it. You began picking up more and more scoops, happily stuffing your face as the ice cream loving freak you were. In fact you were enjoying it so much that you didn't even realize someone had entered the kitchen and was standing right in front of you. Well, not at first. Yet, when you glanced up and saw the black slacks and blue jacket your head shot up and you immediately wiped your mouth free of the treat. "M-Mori! W-When did you get here?" A nervous laugh came from you, but he didn't really have a reaction. He just stared down at you with no emotion, until you looked back down and saw Honey fast asleep in his arms. "Mitsukuni fell asleep. You put him here last time." You jolted up from your embarrassment as you quickly stood up and placed the tub down on the counter. "O-Of course, just put him here. He slept fine before." Without even a look, he placed him down on the small bed. Honey curled up with his bunny as you slowly put the blanket on him. And with a kiss on the head, you stood back and smiled fondly at him. However, when you glanced at Mori, he was staring at you. You ended up staring right back at him until he pointed at your cheek. "You missed a spot." It took you a second to actually realize what he meant, but when you did, you quickly got a towel from the sink and wiped every part of your face, hoping there was none left. Then with an embarrassed sigh, you turned back to see him stroking the sleeping host's cheek. And he was staring at him as his chest slowly rose up and down. You couldn't really help but smile at the scene. "I think it's great how much you care for him. Even though he's not family or anything...it's nice to have someone like that." He slightly turned his head to you, then at the tub again. "Ice cream?" With another awkward laugh, you snatched the tub off the counter and held it to your chest. "Um, it's kind of a guilty pleasure. Heh." He only gave a nod. Annnd it just got more awkward. As you drummed your fingers n the tub that was just growing colder and colder, you bit down on your bottom lip and outstretched the tub to him. "Want some?" He slowly looked at you again with what you assumed was amusement in his eyes, then he took the tub and using the spoon that was still in it, he took a bite of it. Shrugging your shoulders, you picked up another big spoon from the drawer and not even a minute later, you were both knelt down on the floor, eating out the entire tub, and listening to Honey's soft snores. And little did you both know that the person who was watching you stood outside of the room, staring in through the cracked opening of the door. And with a hum of curiosity, he pushed up his glasses. "Interesting."