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rainguk · 3 years

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perfect pitch | ksj

⁕ summary; your stand partner this year is, to put it simply, insufferable. with a rare sense of perfect pitch and a stunning face to boot, this boy's ego is absolutely off the charts... but you'd be lying if you said you didn't care about him anyway.

⁕ pairing; seokjin x reader

⁕ rating; pg-13

⁕ words; 3.9k

⁕ genre; crack, fluff - stand partners idiots to lovers (with a lil bit of enemies in there), high school au, orchestra au

⁕ warnings; swearing, threats but like nothing violent happens LOL, seokjin's sense of humor: there's like one mildly inappropriate joke (i'm sorry bach), super cliche rain scene i apologize

⁕ notes; this is based off of infuriatingly true events in my life because people with perfect pitch just LOVE flexing it like i'll drop my fork on the table and my friend's just like "oh wow that was a B flat" aaaaggghjsdjsdf anyways... i had a lot of fun writing this and i'm nearing the end of another longer fic i'm writing so please look forward to that :D hope you enjoy!!! + if you ever want me to tag you in my fics just let me know and i will <3 plus this is unedited and disgustingly cringy as it nears the end so read at your own risk

⁕ tags; @imdamconfused @sunghoonight-x @iminchaosnow

⁕ song; butter (bts)

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You’re teetering dangerously on the edge, a mere few seconds away from stabbing your stand partner in the eye with whatever you can use as a weapon.

“Hey, are you okay?” Seokjin cuts into your murderous thoughts, alarmed. “You look… truth be told, Y/N, you look like you want to kill someone.”

“If you don’t shut up about how flat my A is, that someone might just end up being you.”

“How romantic.”

Your bow slides off your violin with a cadence of squeaky notes. “Can you at least stop flirting with me while I’m trying to tune this thing?!”

He smiles, a bright, brilliant thing that shows off all his perfect teeth. You swallow, heart suddenly racing a thousand times faster; it’s no secret that Kim Seokjin is probably the biggest pain in the neck you’ve ever met, but it’s also true that he is insanely good-looking. And you’re not about to deny it.

“You like it, though.”

Well, shit.

“Not everyone’s head over heels in love with you,” you retort, trying desperately to throw him off your trail. You know what happens with popular kids like him; once it’s known that you have a soft spot for them, everyone pounces on you, bombarding you with questions and snide remarks and rumors.

Of course, it’s complicated — because how on earth could you want to rip off someone’s head and kiss them at the same time?

But you tell yourself that it’s only because he looks like that; not because he easily gets you to laugh like it’s nobody’s business, and certainly not because he looks out for you in the littlest ways; leaving his rosin out on the stand for you to use and lending you a pencil when you need one.

Kim Seokjin is an insufferable little shit, yes. But he’s a friendly insufferable little shit. And you would honestly be so down to hang out with him and get to know him better, save for one little thing that’s been getting in your way.

His perfect fucking pitch.

Being stand partners with someone naturally gifted with such a sense is both a blessing and a curse. Countless times, Seokjin has saved your ass from being questioned by Mrs. Choi by letting you know silently that you’re a little too sharp, or playing in the wrong key entirely. (That last one has happened before.) Sometimes you can’t hear Namjoon, the principal violinist, too well from where you’re seated, so you’ve relied on Seokjin on many occasions to tune your strings correctly.

However, it irks you equally as much when he uses it against you, stopping you mid-piece to let you know that your C# sounds more like a D to him. No one’s perfect, and certainly not you — but you try, and to be shot down every single time by someone who thinks it’s absolutely funny to watch you repeatedly attempt to fix your pitch issues is purely exhausting.

“Hey, Y/N—”

“What?” you demand, sighing as you turn to him.

“Wanna hear a joke?”

“No—”

“Why did Bach have twenty children?”

Your eyes widen in horror. “Oh my god—”

He continues anyway, ignoring your plea with that mischievous grin, “Because he had no organ stops!”

Seokjin is trying his best not to laugh at his own joke, shoulders shaking at the punch line. You can’t help it yourself, a giggle bursting out of your own chest as you cover your mouth.

“That was horrendous,” you tell him once you catch your breath again. “Absolutely terrible.”

“Oh, worry not,” he proclaims, smiling widely, “I can do far better.”

“Wait, no—”

“What tone does a piano falling down a mineshaft make?”

You furrow your brows, thinking. “I don’t know,” you shake your head after a few seconds. “What is it?”

“A flat minor.”

Your jaw drops open as you process it, and Seokjin just watches you in amusement. “You should be banned from making these kinds of jokes,” you tell him. “Seriously.”

“Admit it, I’m hilarious,” he counters. “I made you laugh, didn’t I?”

He did, you’ve got to acknowledge. He always does, in some way, now that you think about it. Whenever you end up coming to rehearsal in a bad mood, it’s always because of Seokjin that you leave the auditorium with a smile on your face.

The realization startles you like nothing else — you hadn’t known before that he played such a role in your daily life.

“Oh, I nearly forgot,” he starts again, “We have a concert tonight.”

“Yeah…” You turn to him, eyebrow raised. “You forgot about the biggest performance of the year?”

Seokjin nods, a faint pink dusting his cheeks. “Yeah. My bad. You’re coming, right?”

“Duh,” you reply, fishing a block of rosin out of your case. “It’s almost half of my grade; no way I can skip. Besides, I like performing.”

“You do?”

“What are you so surprised for?” you ask him playfully. “I do enjoy it. I might not be good — not as good as you — but I like it. I like playing together with everyone, being able to hear every other part fit in with mine perfectly.” You frown. “Now if you asked me to play solo, I wouldn’t do it for anything in the world. Ensemble performances are far better.”

“You’re good,” Seokjin says quietly, looking at you — it’s like he’s taking you in, letting his eyes linger on you for a little while longer. “Don’t think that you’re not. You sound nice, Y/N.”

You hold his gaze for several breathless seconds before scoffing, turning away. “Don’t lie.”

“I’m not!”

“I don’t need empty compliments fr—”

Your bickering is cut short by Mrs. Choi walking onstage, a stack of sheet music in her hand which is promptly handed to Namjoon for him to distribute to the entire orchestra. You don’t offer your usual smile when he gives you two, and it’s with an impassive expression that you hand the extra to your stand partner.

“Thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

Maybe you’ve made it more awkward between you two — but what else could have happened? Had you been hoping he’d magically fall in love with you and kiss you and you would have gone on dates?

No, of course not. This is Kim Seokjin you’re talking about; and besides, no matter how much you manage to soften up to him one moment, he’ll immediately make you want to murder him the next.

“Hey, Y/N… um — your D is just, you know, a little bit sharp—”

“Kim Seokjin, I’ll fucking kill you!”

“You, my dear, are just overcomplicating this for yourself,” Taehyung declares after listening to you rant about your problematic stand partner over lunch. “What’s the issue? You like him — don’t you shake your head at me, Y/N, you’re as obvious as an open book — and he clearly likes you. Why don’t you just date him?”

“It’s not that simple,” you grumble, brutally stabbing another piece of chicken. “I can’t just walk up to him and ask him out, Tae. Plus, he doesn’t like me, he just likes flirting with everyone he lays his eyes on.”

“From what you’re telling me, it sure does sound like it.”

“Taehyung…”

“Come on, you can’t possibly be that clueless, Y/N.”

“No,” you insist. “He’s a pain in the ass, and he enjoys getting a rise out of me, and he flexes that dumb pitch power of his whenever he can.”

“But you like him...”

“You’re not helping!”

This is where Jimin decides to intervene, tired of your back and forth arguing. “She has a point, Tae. But,” he says to you. “He’s also right. You need to take some kind of action.”

“Yeah, but what?”

Taehyung claps his hands, a telltale sign of a new idea. “Flirt back!”

“Okay, absolutely not—”

Jimin grabs you suddenly, shaking your shoulders. “Wait, think about it!” he exclaims, eyes wide. “It can work! That way you can see if he actually does like you, and you won’t publicly embarrass yourself by confessing to him, either!”

“On second thought, I’d have preferred to see the public embarrassment—”

“Shut up, Tae, you’re just making her feel worse!”

That makes you laugh; contrary to Jimin’s statement, your best friends certainly have succeeded in making you feel just a little bit better.

“Don’t worry, the feeling’s mutual,” you tease. “Maybe I owe him a dose, actually, because I’ve seen firsthand a particularly painful confession back in n—”

“Y/N! Don’t you dare bring that up!”

Amidst the chaos of Taehyung screeching while trying to attack you with a spoon and Jimin holding him back, someone taps on your shoulder lightly; a momentary distraction from this madness, if you will.

“Oh. You,” you respond when greeted with the gently smiling face of Kim Seokjin. “Did you need anything?”

“Nah,” he shrugs, instead showing you his closed fist. “Wanted to give you something.”

“If it’s another one of my strings that you’ve borrowed and also broken, then you can keep it, thanks.”

Seokjin shakes his head, chuckling. “Not that, Y/N. I always throw out the strings I break; don’t worry. I just thought you should have this.”

With that, he places a small wooden box on your lunch bag — at a closer look, you realize it’s a block of rosin. Brand new, too, by the looks of it — when you take off the bright blue lid, there are no scratches on the surface, no sign of wear and tear.

“For me?” You look at him, surprised to be met with a rather fond gaze you’re not used to. “Why?”

“Noticed the one you had was basically falling apart,” he says nonchalantly, attempting to mask the slight tremble in his voice and the blush on his cheeks. “I mean, come on — how are you gonna keep your bow in good shape with those tiny chunks of this stuff?”

“Oh,” is all you can reply, staring at the gleaming black cube in your hand. “I — thanks, I guess.”

“No problem.” He’s back to his bright, grinning self again, all self-confidence and smug smiles. “See you tomorrow,” he tells you, before waving to your friends. “Have a nice lunch, guys.”

It takes Jimin and Taehyung precisely fourteen seconds after Seokjin leaves for his own table to lose their shit.

“Was he looking out for you?”

“Did he actually just give you a new block of rosin?!”

“And you still don’t wanna date this guy?”

“You guys are violinists! Gifting each other supplies is basically your love language!”

You fidget with the rosin, smoothing your thumb over the lid. “No, that’s just how he is,” you defend. “He always lends me rosin when I need it.”

“And you always lend him extra strings,” Taehyung says, a teasing smile on his face. They’re kind of right, you realize when you think about it. Never has Seokjin actually given you a block to keep, and though you might be overestimating the significance of the gesture, it makes your heart flutter nonetheless.

“Okay, anyways,” Jimin changes the topic, “How are we feeling about tonight’s concert?”

“I think we’re in good shape,” you tell him. “We’ve got everything under control — Mrs. Choi was afraid the cellos would screw up their solo section, but they managed to pull it together today and they sounded great.”

“I’m afraid I can’t say the same,” Taehyung sighs. “Not when the tenors keep screwing up their long note—”

“That wasn’t me! That was Jeon Jungkook!”

“Yeah, sure—”

You groan, rolling your eyes. “Come on, we are not arguing about this right now. I’m sure you guys will sound fine, you always do. Plus, Jeon has a really sweet voice.”

“I guess so,” Taehyung shrugs. “But I think the highlight of tonight is going to be Y/N getting to see her guy all dressed up,” he says, wiggling his eyebrows.

“No!” You exclaim a little too quickly, cheeks red. “Why would you say something like that?!”

“Because you’re whipped for him—”

“I am most certainly not—”

Jimin laughs out loud, almost toppling off of his chair. “You know, Y/N, we might have believed you if you weren’t redder than a fucking tomato right now—”

“PARK JIMIN! NOT YOU TOO!”

As luck would have it, you’re a solid ten minutes late.

Call time was at six o’clock, and here you are; slamming the car door shut as you wave a hasty goodbye to your father and run to the main entrance, all the while trying not to get drenched in the rain.

(Your folder and the music inside it are probably already soaked, but that’s an issue for another time.)

You hurry down the stairs, pushing the double doors open with a quick apology to Mrs. Choi, who gives you a stern look but says nothing else. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding as you slide into your seat, already unlatching your case.

“You’re late.”

You twist your neck to give your stand partner a blank stare. “I’m aware.”

“You look really nice,” he blurts out next, blinking faster than usual.

“Thanks?” You try and laugh it off, fastening your shoulder rest to the back of your violin. You’re not wearing anything fancy, just a flowy black dress with your hair tied back, but his remark renders you speechless for a split second “So do you.”

You manage to compliment him nonchalantly, but your heart is beating twice as fast, eyes admiring his parted, fluffy hair, the white dress shirt impeccable on his figure. And his lips…

Shit. You really are down bad, but you don’t have time to dwell on it — Mrs. Choi is starting the last piece already, and you’re scrambling to have your instrument ready by the time the first violins start with their little intro.

Seokjin laughs at you quietly, but inhales sharply when you start to rosin your bow hair. “You kept it,” he says softly, nodding at the block in your hands.

“Yeah,” you swallow, suddenly self-conscious. “I did.”

“Didn’t think you would.”

“I’m not that ungrateful,” you wrinkle your nose at him. “Of course I kept it, Seokjin.”

“Jin.”

“Huh?”

“Jin,” he repeats, flicking a strand of chestnut hair away from his eyes. “That’s what my friends call me.”

“Since when am I your friend?”

“Would you rather not be?”

“Would you rather be?”

Seokjin — Jin, rather — frowns down at you. “Stop asking questions to my questions!”

“You did it first!” you exclaim, laughing. “Hypocrite! Answer mine, then!”

He looks at you for a long moment, like he’s taking his sweet time choosing the right words to say to you. “Since now,” he decides finally, firmly. “You are now. I want you to be mine. My friend,” he clarifies, turning deep red as he says it.

“I thought you hated me,” you muse. “And I was pretty sure you thought I was the lamest kid ever because I couldn’t play a single thing right.”

“Of course not,” Jin shakes his head vehemently. “You’re cool, Y/N. A little tone deaf, but cool.”

“Take that back!”

“I’m sorry, it’s the truth,” he laughs, eyes crinkling at the corners.

You send him your best glare, but contrary to your facial expression, it’s nice to laugh with him like this. You’ve been so caught up with telling yourself that you shouldn’t be feeling anything but annoyance when you’re around him that you ignored your blossoming feelings, and now they’ve fully bloomed, leaving no room for that initial irritation you so often experienced.

Friends. It’s not what you most want, but it’s something. You could get used to that.

The concert goes smoothly, and the choir performances were absolutely delightful to watch — but your father is late, again, which means you’re stuck waiting for him out in the rain that hasn’t let up for hours.

You’re about to call him for the fifth time in ten minutes when you hear a set of heavy footsteps behind you, running up the stairway. “Y/N!”

“Jin?” you ask, surprised by the boy making his way toward you, brown hair completely soaked. “What are you doing out here?”

“I lied,” he says breathlessly, like he’s in a rush, and if he doesn’t tell you now, he might never be able to. “I’m sorry, I — I lied, Y/N. I don’t want you to be my friend — God, I don’t think I could live with that. I want you to be more.”

“Jin—”

“I just,” he exhales forcefully, “I want to be able to take you out and hold your hand and hug you and kiss you—”

When your mind finally clears up, you don’t let him finish his sentence, instead grabbing his collar and yanking him down so you can press your lips to his in one swift motion. A quiet gasp leaves his mouth, but he quickly adjusts to the situation, hands dropping his violin so he can gently cradle your face, teeth tugging at your bottom lip. It’s all happening so fast that you barely even have time to think, to properly take it all in.

His lips are cold due to the nasty weather, and you’re both sopping wet — and this is most definitely the worst setting for this to have happened, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“That,” Jin breathes when you finally let him go, pupils dilated, “that was—”

“My first,” you finish. Your prior courage all gone, you’re a bit nervous now, too embarrassed by your bold move to even meet his eyes. What were you thinking? “I-I’m sorry...”

“Sorry?” Jin asks, confused. “Why are you sorry?”

“You know, because… of that.” You can barely speak up, cheeks burning. “I-I don’t know why I did that. Is this — is this a prank or something? Did you plan this? Was I just supposed to laugh it off and threaten to take your eye out with my bow instead?”

“No, no, no,” he shakes his head, laughing. “Can’t you tell, Y/N?” He lowers his voice to a gentle whisper. “I like you, you idiot. Ever since you waltzed into the auditorium sophomore year and nearly broke your violin falling down the stairs, I never stopped thinking about you.”

“You… you like me?” you ask incredulously, jabbing an accusatory finger at his chest. “Like, for real? You’re not just pulling my leg like you usually love to do?”

“I meant what I said, Y/N,” he tells you softly, fingers intertwined with yours. His voice is genuine, soothing. “I want to do all those things with you, if you’ll let me.”

It takes you a while to reply, but when you do, your heart is pounding so loudly in your chest that you can barely hear yourself. “A-And if I said yes?”

A wide grin breaks out onto Jin’s face as he pulls you into a hug, both your instruments forgotten on the pavement and your head resting on his chest as he holds you close. A few days ago, you would have thought yourself a fool for even thinking that a day like this would ever come; yet here you are, all those daydreams come true.

It’s all so new to you, and you’ll most likely screw up along the way — multiple times. But hand in hand with Jin and his vexing ability to pick out a B from a B flat, things aren’t looking so bad.

You’ll work it out.

Hanging out with your friends is always a chaotic (but fun) occurrence — but when you add your boyfriend’s buddies into the mix, it all goes down to shit.

Actually, it’s all his fault, if you really think about it. Why on earth did he think challenging Taehyung to a baking competition was even remotely close to being a good idea?

“That’s so not fucking fair!” the aforementioned best friend cries, angrily shaking a spatula at a playfully grinning Jung Hoseok. “You can’t just hide the bag of flour! I fucking forgot to put it in!”

“Nothing we can do about it now, Tae,” Jimin sighs, massaging his forehead as the three of you stare at the burnt, soupy mass your team has created. “We fucking lost, that’s it.”

“So,” Jin smirks mischievously, nudging your elbow. “I guess Hoseok and I win this one, yeah?”

“Shut up,” you shove him back, though you’re grinning; a plate with a slice of his impeccably made cake in your hands and a fork lifted to your lips. “You’re good at this and you know it. I knew from the start that you were just trying to fuck around with Tae.”

Taehyung scoffs. “Your evil, demonic, deceptive, satanic boyfriend—”

“Nice vocabulary,” Hoseok comments without looking up, and you’re sure he’s on your best friend’s hit list at this point.

“Well — anyways, he’s out to get me,” Taehyung continues, frowning. “I feel attacked.”

“Yeah, okay, keep saying that several years from now when you’re sitting in a church and Y/N’s walking down the aisle,” Jimin says nonchalantly, causing you to choke on your cake in complete shock.

“What the heck — we’re literally eighteen! You can’t — you can’t just say things like that!” you exclaim indignantly, fork clattering against your empty plate. Jin grins widely all of a sudden, tapping your shoulder all of a sudden.

“Jagi.”

“Hmm?” You turn to him, momentarily forgetting how flustered Jimin’s comment made you feel.

“That was a really nice C# just now…”

Your mouth drops open as you gape at your boyfriend; part of you wants to cry and part of you wants to laugh. You knew when you agreed to make it official that somewhere along the line, you’d have to deal with these kinds of things, but now that it’s actually happening…

You turn to Jimin, patience already running thin from Jin’s antics (actually, you secretly love it, though you’ll never admit it to his face.)

“And you have the audacity to suggest that I’ll actually get married to this man?”

“Y/N? Honey, wake up. I… I just realized something.”

“Oh — Jin? What is it? Everything okay?”

“Yeah, everything’s good. You know, I was thinking about it, and I realized that...” Your husband bites down on his lip hesitantly, glancing down at the baby sleeping peacefully in his arms.

“Yeah?” you press, curious.

“When Aera cries — you know, when she’s screaming at the top of her lungs,” he smiles fondly. “It’s always — she always cries in either F# or C#. It’s,” he looks like he’s nearing tears, “the D major key. Y/N, she literally cries in D major. I’m—”

You sigh, smiling amusedly to yourself as you snuggle up to him for extra warmth, holding your baby close. Leave it to none other than Kim Seokjin to analyze his daughter’s pitch — isn’t that part of the reason why you fell in love with him, anyway?

Life with Jin is many things — a chaotic mess that includes the constantly screaming light of your lives, three pandemoniac best friends, and far too many notes for you to keep track of. And though sometimes you want to chuck a blue-lidded block of rosin at his head to shut him up, you’re more than ready for it all.

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yandere-society · 3 years

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Scream

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Synopsis: It’s been a year since your mother was slaughtered, with no leads pointing to any possible suspects. It’s been an up-hill battle for you to accept what happened— especially with no answers or closure— and the citizens of your hometown have been sleeping with one eye open ever since. But now, the mystery killer has decided to make an anniversary visit, and is making it known that they not only have a dire love for infamous horror films... but they also have their targets set on you and all of your closest friends.

Word count: 8k

Headline: Small Town Woodsbroro Is Waking Up Screaming Once Again!

Warnings: dark themes; Gore; Smut; Crackhead humor (only because I promised my bff I’d give her an honorable death scene); Foul language; Jungkook is psychotic; Graphic depictions of him killing your mom/friends; we’re also going to pretend that it’s outrageously easy to get away with murder; dont fact check me on anything you read here; rough sex; mask kink.

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Baley was high as a fucking kite.

So high, that she didn’t care about it being 1am as she blasted the Cha-Cha slide at full volume.

So high, that she was completely disregarding her lactose intolerance whilst making herself a triple layered, sharp cheddar grilled cheese that was bound to have her ass blasting right back off by 3am.

So, outrageously stoned, that she was totally unaware of the masked killer standing just outside the glass doors in her kitchen, watching her every move.. With her beat up, hogtied boyfriend laying out next to him.

“Now it’s time to fawnky! To the right now—“

She crab walked along with the instructions, spatula in hand.

“To the left!”

“Take it back now, y’all.”

Ghostface grimaced beneath his mask, eyes stalking the stoned woman with disdain. She was the epitome of “crackhead energy” and it pissed him off how much she resembles you. It only makes sense, being as you two have been best friends since kindergarten— probably soulmates in a past life— but it is within that fact that Ghostface has grown to absolutely fucking loath her.

She’s too much like you. She keeps up with your humor and probably has more of your heart than he, himself, has earned a place in yet. He knows good and well that if it ever came down to you having to pick between him and her, you’ll pick her.

That simply will not do. That’s exactly why he is about to rid you of that option— or, as he sees it, the dilemma.

He growled and swung at the air, wishing he could just bust in and end her already.

“How could you be in love with that creature?” He hissed at Taehyung, the built-in voice box beneath his mask altering it enough to remain anonymous. The question was quite hypocritical, being as he was in love with a girl that most would consider Baley’s second-half, but only you were an exception to being so.. abnormal.

“Mmmph—“ Taehyung drearily gurgled out from beneath the strip of tape over his mouth, tears breaching his eyes as he watched Baley’s precious, uncoordinated ass do the “Charlie brown”. It looked more like a fucked up gallop.

“What is the sex like, dude?” Ghostface ripped the duck tape off Taehyung’s split lips. “That’s a serious question.”

“Boo bear..” was all Taehyung could muster up, more scared for her than himself.

Ghostface gagged and slapped the tape right back on with a little too much force, having to take a second to regain his composure before pressing the call button on Taehyung’s phone. The Spotify music thankfully cut off as her phone rang out from the counter.

Baley was only upset for a split before she spotted the name on her phone screen, and was quick to answer it with a sickening amount of glee.

“Angel muffin!” She cooed. Gross

“Hi, boo bear..” Ghostface flipped his middle finger up at Taehyung before clutching his Bowie knife back down to his side.

“Oh my God, What was that? You sound like Corpse, mixed with the bear from Five Nights At Freddy’s.”

“The bears name is Freddy, dumbass.”

Baley neck rolled back in offense.

“Are you trying to get pegged or prolapsed? Might wanna remember who the fuck you’re talking to, the next time you call this cellular.” She snapped, hanging the phone up with a viscous pout. She still somehow managed to pick back up on the beat and cha-cha’d real smooth as she took the pot off the eye and turned the stove off, visibly upset.

Ghostface stood there for a moment, processing what she just said, before turning towards Taehyung.

“She claps your cheeks?”

Taehyung glared back at the screaming-ghost mask, bracing himself when a gloved hand reached out to once again rip the ductape off his lips.

“It’s not sus!” He immediately defended. “I have a gspot up there for a reason. I am not ashamed to use it.”

“I don’t give a fuck about that!” The killer snapped out. “why would you let that.. unstable individual insert something into your rectum—“

“You’ve got a whole lotta nerve calling somebody else unstable,” Taehyung deadpanned, and with that, his mouth was once again resealed shut.

He called Baley’s phone again, just as she was about to take a bite of the sandwhich that she’ll, unfortunately, never get to eat.

“What, fucker?” She scorned.

“I can see you.”

“Oh, yeah?” She sarcastically spat. “Then what am I doing?”

She clenched her buttcheeks in and hunched her back out, her body resembling a question mark, before vigorously gyrating her body- mostly just her spine. Jungkook knows from the various tiktoks you’ve shown him that he was witnessing the inverted-twerk.

“Hm? Tell me, fuckboy. What am I doing?”

”Something a fucking cockroach does after I spray Raid on it. How the fuck do you clench your buttcheeks like that?”

Baley halted in mid thrust, surprised but not exactly fearful (yet) as she whizzed around to face the sliding glass doors that led into her back yard. It was pitch black outside, and all she could see was her own reflection starring back at her. She was also too high to care about the fact that she had the hood of her sweatshirt over her head and the strings pulled all the way out, which only exposed the center of her face in a squished circle.

“I use my glutes. You know that. Why haven’t you come in?” She asked, not superstitious but a lil-stitious.

“This isn’t Taehyung.”

“Okay, Isn’t Taehyung. Why haven’t you come in?”

“Because I want you to come out here.” The killer responded, grinning at the visible unease finally creeping into the girls stance.

“Okay, babe— I hate to be a bummer here, but considering that today is the one-year anniversary of Ms. (L/N)’s murder, this isn’t very Cash Money of you. Can you please just come in and.. stop?”

He let out a chuckle, a dark one.

“Boo bear?”

“What, Isn’t Taehyung?”

“Turn on the outside lights.“

Ghostface put the speaker on the phone and sat it on the ground as he crouched over Taehyung, pulling him to sit up straight. He watched as Baley apprehensively padded over to the light switch by the door. He could practically feel her heart beating in-sync with Taehyung’s racing one as he placed the knife to his neck, smiling beneath his disguise.

The lights flickered on, and she screamed, terror finally bringing the seriousness out in the situation.

“HANG UP OR MOVE A MUSCLE AND HE DIES!” The killer roared, knowing she was still too high for her survival instincts to kick in. Any sober, sane individual would’ve probably caught on to the fact that they were gonna die no matter what she did. What was just making it easier for himself, knowing her dumbass was gonna comply.

“W-What do you want me to do?”

See?

“Be a good girl, and come here.”

“Quit trying to seduce me, you sick son of a bitch. My boyfriend’s literally right there!” She croaked out, voice shrill with exasperation.

The killer plunged the knife into Taehyung’s arm, making him jolt to life with a pain-filled howl. Baley began sobbing out, apologizing profusely.

“Your boyfriends going to get gutted like a fish if I have to repeat myself. Drop the phone and come here.” Ghostface seethed, wrenching the knife back out on the last word.

Baley reluctantly— and stupidly— did as told. She let the phone fall from her hand, then jumped out of her skin as the Bluetooth reconnected in the house and started playing WAP. She tried not to sing along despite the situation as she padded over, shaky hands rising to cover her mouth.

“N-Now what?” She asked.

“I just figured your last words should be said face-to-face. Is there anything you two would like to say to each other?” He asked, that being the only generosity he’d be willing to spare as he ripped the tape away from Tae’s mouth, one last time.

Baley dropped to her knees, so much despair in her eyes. So many things she wanted to say. She recollected herself and caught her breath in just enough time to utter final goodbye: “I-I-I said certified freak..”

Tae’s eyes closed as a single tear escaped, nodding his head in understanding. “Seven days a week...”

“GAH!” The killer roared out, wrenching Taehyung’s head back to slice his throat before shoving him away and lunging at Baley.

She landed on her back with him on top, and he wasted no time as he began slashing her apart, in any way he possibly could. He let all the pent up rage and annoyance he felt towards her, out on her body. It was worse than the brutality he inflicted on to your mother this time last year. He’d only stabbed her a total of 19 times— one for every year she failed you as a mother. With Baley, he didn’t stop tearing into her until WAP ended. And damn, did it feel good. He finally felt like he’d purged his soul clean.

This may all seem reckless, but Jungkook was actually just lucky. In order to mask his true motive behind all this, he had to find another one to cover it with. It was simply convenient that Baley’s father is the town mayor, and after a little digging, he made the grand discovery that he was also having a secret affair with (Y/N)’s mother. In fact, the mayor had several mistresses throughout the town.

Jungk—er, Ghostface.. chopped off one of Baley’s fingers and slid the glass door shut, writing the same words on it that he wrote on your mother’s bathroom mirror.

CHEATING PIG!!

Yes. When he did this last year, the police had to dissect through your mother’s long line of past sexual partners, and had to track down the father you never met for an interview. No leads came about, because it was all time wasted, anyways. Now, with this new addition, the mayor will not only have to set the scandals ablaze again by having to publicly confess his infidelity to the town and police, but they’ll have to lead on another pointless investigation for every woman he’s cheated with— over a dozen of them. They’ll have to also charge him with withholding crucial information from the investigation as well, but what’s so fucking comical about it all is that.. NONE of it has anything to do with any of this. It’ll just be another cold case with no leads.

And maybe, just MAYBE you’ll be smart enough to ditch this place and come with him. That’s all he wanted. You have nothing left and nothing to come back to now, and as long as you give in to him and leave, there won’t have to be anymore lives taken. You could start a new life and never experience another hell like the one he’s creating here. If only you’d say yes.

“May you both continue to clap each other’s cheeks in the deepest depths of hell,” he told the mauled corpses as he walked off, so happy to have Baley gone that he almost wanted to skip to his car.

Now, he will go home and clap your cheeks to complete the cycle.

—

“Damnit, bitch, pick up,” you huffed in frustration as Baley’s FaceTime continued to roll over, telling you that she’s unavailable. You thought you could power through today with your newly adapted ability to suppress shit, but it was hard when you’re left alone to reminisce. You just couldn’t shake the fact that the date on today’s calendar marked the same day that your heart, soul, and peace of mind was so horribly torn apart.

It didn’t help that you also missed your mother terribly. She wasn’t always the best, but she still loved you, and you loved her. Oh, God. Mom—

No. No. Don’t think about her.

You tried calling Baley one more time and couldn’t fight off the tremble in your hands, nor the tears at your water ducts as it rung through till the end. Damnit.

You couldn’t be angry. She doesn’t owe you the company— especially since you two have already been FaceTiming all day. But she was good at distractions, always able to drag you out of your shell of deprecation with her chaotic sense of humor. She is one of the only two people you have in your life that are capable of doing such, but you knew you’d get scolded if you blew up the others phone. Jungkook hates being hounded and rushed, having already told you that he’ll be there any minute. But he’s taking way too fucking long it seems, and you just hate sitting here, waiting.

You can’t shake the feeling that you’re being watched. The feeling first crept up on you this time last year and never left. You felt so venerable to the cruel world when you’re alone, especially since the maniac is still out there.

You still resent the police department for practically giving up on your mother’s case after 9 months. “Cheating pig” was the only lead they got and yet, it pointed them no where. She wasn’t in a relationship. She didn’t even like relationships. And still, they deemed it a randomized attack— no leads, no motives. Nothing. Just a local woman stabbed in the chest 19 times while taking a shower. Like some Psycho remake. No signs of forced entry. No evidence of sexual assault. Just a very passionate, yet unexplainable massacre with a useless message left behind.

It doesn’t make sense. And even though you wish to never have the attacker come back, you can feel it in your bones that they will wish to clarify it one day.

“Fuck it.” You breathed out, heart slamming against your chest and paranoia gnawing at your insides as you quickly scrolled to Jungkook contact. But then, just as your thumb twitched to press the call button, your door bell rung and you sprung up to your feet, making a mad dash to the door. You checked the peep hole first, just knowing it was gonna be him, but was disappointed when it wasn’t. That still didn’t keep a rush of relief from washing over you when you did see who it really was, though. You forced a welcoming smile on to your face as you unlocked all 7 bolts from the door, and opened it to greet Namjoon and Hobi with a hug.

They were cops, currently in their uniforms, also old friends from highschool. They’ve been looking out for you ever since last year, always making sure you knew you were safe beneath their watch. They use to take turns guarding your house until they were told to stop, but you were extremely happy to see them both here at the same time tonight.

“Everything okay?” Hobi asked, having noticed the shake in your limbs during the brief embrace. He leaned back and observed the tension in your eyes, even though you were hoping to hide it.

“Yes, just— today,” was all you could say, and didn’t have to clarify for them to understand.

“That’s why we’re here. We got permission to guard your house tonight,” Namjoon explained, eyes drifting over your shoulder and into your house. “Are you alone?”

“Yes, but Jungkook should be here any minute now. He had to go to South Korea for a week for his fathers birthday and just flew back in tonight, but apparently there’s been some huge wreck on the main highway and everyone has been stuck.”

That bit of information was actually true. However, Jungkook was lucky enough to have just miss it.. because he’s the one that actually caused it. It was honestly dumb-luck as to how he did it, but kind of amazing when given details.

He was in the express lane, him and the car behind him hitting 80mph. He recognized the car as the one that was parked beside his back at the airport, because he had stopped and took a moment to judge the driver for how worn down and raggedy the tires were. One bad pot hole or nail in the road would strip that sucker straight from the rim.

And that’s exactly what inspired him as he recognized the car, an idea sparking that could soon serve as an alibi in the future. He already had a hand out the window, smoking a cigarette. He still has those iron steak-nails he used at his construction sight. They’re 5 inches in length, subtle enough to casually drop out of a car window along with the cigarette. If they hit just right...

He gave it a try, honestly thinking it wasn’t going to work.

But holy fucking hell, did it. Not even a second after he dropped it, did the car suddenly swerve out as it’s tires screeched and sparks flew. Rubber scattered out amongst the road as the car continued to spin out, getting struck by a the car in all 6 lanes of traffic, ultimately causing a huge pile up in just under 10 seconds. It was the most destruction he’s ever witnessed and it happened so fucking fast he almost ran himself off the road just watching from the rear view mirror.

“NO FUCKING WAY!” Jungkook had squawked out as his head rapidly whipped back and forth to witness the massive mess he just created behind him. He was smiling like the maniac he is, undoubtably impressed with himself. He did it so lazily, too. But it only pumped him up even more for what he needed to do- the whole reason he even thought to do that. He only wanted something major enough to buy himself maybe an hour’s worth of time, so that when/if he gets interrogated in the future, they can check the traffic reports for a registered wreck to fit his alibi. But considering that he just shut the whole damn highway down, it’ll not only register but definitely make tonight’s news.

“Ah, yeah. We heard about that. 36 cars piled up. Can’t believe nobody was killed.” Namjoon said.

“How the fuck did that even happen?” You wondered, baffled.

“Some dickhead was going 80 an hour on an old tire and it wiped out after hitting a nail on the road. Thankfully, he only has a broken nose and whip flash, but with all the cars that got totaled— I don’t even want to know how much the cost of damage would be. But it caused 5 miles worth of traffic back-up.”

“Mm..” you grimaced, shaking your head. “Well.. would you guys like some dinner? Maybe some Coffee?”

“Ah, thanks, but there’s no need. We’ve got all the energy drinks and McDonald’s we need. You just chill out for the night, we’re right out here if you need anything,” Hobi assured, making you genuinely smile for the first time in the past two days.

But that was just before a familiar car pulled up that had your mood skyrocketing.

“FINALLY!” You broke out, sprinting down the steps and over the driver side of it right as the man of the hour stepped out. He welcomed you with open arms and easily lifted your feet up of the ground.

He looked just as good as he smelt. You’ve missed him more than words could describe in this past week— and Jungkook knew it. Of course, he had offered to take you with him so that you could finally meet his parents. But as predicted, you declined, saying that it’d be too much to meet his mother when the anniversary of your own’s death was approaching.

You continued to squeeze your arms around his neck for the next several seconds, and it wasn’t until he heard you sniffling and felt your shoulders shake that he realized you were crying. He couldn’t help but like that type of reaction. He was hoping the distance would torment you, maybe teach your ass a lesson.

“Don’t cry,” he rumbled in your ear as he pressed you hard against his lower half, making sure to up the intimacy of the embrace as he felt the eyes of the onlookers in the yard.

He waited for a second before peering over at the officers, who were awkwardly standing beside their cars. He gave a wave, pretending as if he were sheepish about them having to witness this.

“How’s it goin, guys?”

“Fine, fine,” Hobi responded. “Don’t mind us. We’re just here to watch out for you guys.”

“I appreciate that. Really.” He said in his best acting voice, even flashing a dimpled grin that gave off nothing but innocence as the two got into a patrol car, nodding to him in welcome. It actually makes things more convenient for him. They’ll be able to backup his whereabouts later on.

He pondered this while returning his attention to you, coaxing you out of your emotional outburst.

“I’m sorry. It’s just been so hard not having you here. Fuck, I’m so glad you’re back.” You breathed in and sighed out, and he could tell by the end of the last sentence that you were more-so talking to yourself, clinging to him one last time just to greedily soak in the physical presence of his body. He felt something ache in his heart, as well as his jeans.

“Well, I’m here now. Maybe next time, you’ll just go with me,” he lightly chided, hand coming up to pet your head as he kissed the top of it.

“Yeah.. I started regretting it after the first hour you left.” You whispered out, meeting his lips. You kissed each other a couple times, probably more than necessary. But it calmed you down and made you feel steady again. “Come on, I made you something to eat.”

He got his duffel bag out from the back seat and slung it over his shoulder before taking your hand, following you inside. It boosted his ego knowing that the two men watching from the tinted windows of the car were secretly jealous of him. They had a thing for you. Almost every straight guy in highschool did. That’s why he never minded what you wore, and was more than happy to let you flaunt yourself to their eyes. He liked teasing others, knowing they’ll never have such a prize as you.

Once inside, you were quick to relock your bolts. You were very strict about that now, taking extra precautions to prevent a potential attack. It kind of humored him knowing that it was him, a resident inside this very home itself, that those locks were meant to keep out. You’re literally locking yourself in with the killer.

“Damn, you cleaned the hell out of this place.” He ogled, not only taking in the immaculacy but smelling the pinesol and bleach amongst the floors and counter tops. All the laundry was folded, not a speck of dust in sight. You even cleaned the grout amongst the kitchen flooring, it seemed. Nothing looked out of place.

“I had to do something to keep from wigging out,” you shrugged, walking over to start the microwave for him to heat up his dinner plate. He left his duffel bag by the door and grabbed himself a beer before sitting at the table, noticing it’s prestigious shine.

“Did you polish it?”

“Yeah...” you said as you scratched the back of your neck, somehow embarrassed.

“It’s looks amazing in here, kitten. Really. I know you did it to cope but still, you did a damn good job.” He praised, feeling a little bad. He knows this took a lot of work, and it sucks that you opted to do all this just to keep the anxiety of his absence away.

“Thank you,” you sighed, taking his plate out and sitting in down in front him, then handing him some utensils.

“Where’s your plate?”

“I already ate, silly. I’ll munch with you, though.” You began making yourself a salad as he began to eat, complimenting you on how good it was. He doesn’t know that you’ve been awake for two days straight, and that you’re still battling off an anxiety attack. You were expecting it to vanish now that he’s here, but the sleep deprivation was getting to you.

So, you decided to reminisce on better memories. The old days; back when you first met him.

It was senior year of highschool, and he was the new transfer student from South Korea. He was the punk-emo guy that stood out amongst the crowd. All black clothing, more band shirts than anything. He had that messy mop-hair going on, and approximately 6 piercings on each ear, along with a studded labret to boot.

From day one, he was the most attractive guy you’ve ever laid eyes on. Much to his exterior trope, he was anti-social and didn’t seem friendly at all. The only time you personally heard him speak for the first few months of school was when he’d answer the teacher for roll call.

You only had one class together, chemistry. He’d always sit at the back of the classroom, and you’d remember the giddiness you’d feel just before walking into class and making eye contact with him, even for just a split second. You heart always skipped a beat and would threaten to seize up whenever Baley would lean over and tell you that he was looking at you again. Of course, that would be all the interaction you could get, being as you refused to engage any further. But life seemed to play out like a Wattpad fic back then.

Around the middle of first semester, your teacher was fed up with all the chatter amongst friends, so she decided to assign seats. Jungkook’s was still at his designated one, but you had to sit directly in front of him so that Taehyung could sit closer up, next to Baley. It’s also thanks to that class that the two of them fell for each other. It was also the same day she issued a partner-assignment that had to be done with the peer behind you.

You remembered having to play it cool, turning your desk and chair around to face him head-on for the first time ever. You anticipated that he’d still be sporting that ice-cold, disinterested glare, but he actually seemed pleased. He wasn’t actually smiling but he had a friendly glint in his eyes, like he welcomed you.

“Hello,” he started off, naturally confident in himself.

“Howdy,” you responded, immediately hating yourself. You’ve never uttered such a word in your life and you don’t know why the fuck you decided that that was the perfect moment to try it out.

He only snorted back at you, though, amusement swirling in his colorless eyes. You were intimidated by that as well. They were jett black. No distinction between his pupils and his irises. Just solid, black orbs boring into you.

You then continued to battle with basic communication.

“So, uhm.. wh—..”

English, motherfucker! Do you speak it?!

“What parts do you wanna do?” You rushed out.

“I’ll get the information together and answer the questions, as long as you create the PowerPoint and present it to the class,” he said without missing a beat, as if he’d already decided on that for the both of you.

“What criteria, though?” You asked, still waiting on that part.

“All of it...” He reiterated in a “duh” tone.

“That’s not fair to you, though...” you continued.

He arched an impressively sharp brow. “How?”

“You’re literally doing all the hard work.”

He shrugged, and you tried not to drool when you saw all his rings and the veins on his hands and fingers as he took his phone out. “I learned this shit back when I was freshman in South Korea. We’re way ahead of y’all there.”

“Oh.. well.. I can at least do the images and label them.”

Stop starring at his fingers.

“Mm,” he hummed with a lack of conviction, still looking at his phone. “No offense, but no.”

“Uhm.. okay..” you frowned in dejection, not sure how to respond to that.

“I said no offense,” he grinned up at you apologetically. “I just know you’re bad with visualizations.”

“What? I have an A in here. How do you even know that?”

“The teacher got onto you for messing up the labels on the last test. You got all the functions right but failed to match them to their description.” He said without any hesitation, and you were just as stunned as you were embarrassed. But he didn’t seem to be insulting you, and even reassured you of it. “Again, no offense. I just think it’s best for the both of us if I do it.”

“Okay. Cool,” You agreed, deciding to let him have it. Your face still burned, though.

“You still have an important role, don’t worry. Presentation is worth 40%, so you’re still gonna have to put in work and present it accordingly.”

“I can do that.” You nodded, suddenly feeling like you were sitting before a full grown man rather than a teenage boy. You couldn’t help but ask: “How old are you?”

“19,” he mused, as if he knew what you were thinking. He didn’t even ask you why you asked, and instead returned his attention back to his phone screen. “You?”

“18,” you muttered, your eyes reconnecting to his hands like magnets.

You really wanted to compliment them but decided against it, being as you were no longer as confident with this situation. Sure, he deserves to know how beautiful his hands are but you’re weren’t going to be the one to say it. You were expecting a cheeky personality at most, just because it fits the mischievous bad boy bullshit you read about in teen fiction, but you were instead met with a blunt and mature persona that made you intimidated in a way that you’ve never experienced before. He almost seemed.. authoritative to you.

“I see you like my rings.” He smirked, eyes not even looking back up at you. You had spaced out whilst tracing the path of his veins again, and immediately cut your eyes down to your own phone, feigning innocence.

“Whatchu mean?”

“Everyone like my hands, for some reason. I see you’re no different.”

“I ain’t even looking at your hands. Maybe you’re just too conceded,” you shot back, leg nervously pouncing as he lifted his head up to peer at you.

“Really?” He sarcastically challenged, making your insides stir. He sat up straight and pulled his hands back under his desk. “So the gold rings didn’t even catch your eye?”

“Your rings are silver.” You said without even thinking, then straight up face-palmed when you caught yourself.

“Thought so.” He openly grinned, and the little notion caused butterflies to erupt in your tummy. He pulled his phone back out and still wore that playful grin of his as you bashfully held his gaze. “Now, if you think you can manage to tell the truth, what’s your phone number?”

It’s amazing looking back at those memories, because you’re now starting to think that maybe Jungkook just knew back then that you two were going to hit it off. He’s always seemed so sure of himself when it came to you, always knew what the next move was gonna be and never once sent mixed signals or struggled to express how he felt towards you. He’s the most straightforward person you know, so much that it’s almost unnatural at times. If he was ever bluffing about anything outside of being playful, you’ve never been able to call it.

But damn, are you madly in love with him. You guess his ability to always remain focused and blunt is perfect for a person like you. He keeps you moving... well, for the most part. He wants you to move back to South Korea with him, and although you know you’ll eventually give in, you’ve been trying to hold off on it for as long as you can.

It won’t be as easy for you as it was for him. Jungkook was already fluent in English when he came here, thanks to his mother’s bilingualism. He hardly even had an accent from how well adjusted he was to your language. You, however, don’t know a bit of Korean. For you to go there, it would impair you in almost every single way. You won’t be able to go anywhere without him. You won’t be able to read directions or road signs. You won’t be able to go out and eat or order off the menu if there isn’t any pictures. You won’t be able to work. You’ll have to adapt to a whole new culture and way of communication, just to properly function outside of your home without him at your side.

Which, brings along another point, you’ll be without any friends. You don’t want to live in a world where you can’t go out with Taehyung and Baley whenever you wanted. You’ll be lonely as hell and home sick, he’ll be your only source of humanly contact until you learn.

You’ve told yourself that if the two of you remain stable for one more year, then you’ll go. You are ready for a change, but if you could just get one more year of preparation, you’ll be ready to go. You’ll take that leap of faith with him.

“What is it, kitten?” He finally asked, the prolonged silence getting to him.

“Nothing,” you lied, but didn’t want to divulge. “How was your trip?”

“Nice, but I was bummed out the whole time.” He shot you a look that made you pout in apology, but continued. “I talked all about you to them, showed them pictures. Almost fucked up and showed my cousin your vagina.”

You choked on your salad, which made him laugh. “I told you to put those in your hidden folder.”

“There’s so many, I just haven’t taken the time to pick them all out. It’s okay though, they only saw your face. They all think very beautiful— especially my mom.”

Your smile grew at that, “Yeah?”

“Yeah. So does my grandmother and my aunts. They were passing my phone around more than the dishes.” He snorted to himself, “They were even more surprised to see how much I smiled in our selfies. Which... I should warn you, when you do finally see my parents house, don’t be surprised when you spot our photo booth pictures framed in the hall. My mom went feral when she saw how much of a simp I was being in those.”

“She printed those out?!” You almost cried.

“Yes, she did. She printed each one individually and framed them side-by-side.”

“Aw, Kookie. I should’ve just went. I’m so sorry.” You pouted, guilt causing your heart to sink.

“You weren’t ready, angel. They understood,” He assured you, leaning forward to take your hand in his. You suddenly wanted to cry again.

“But I promise to go next time. Or whenever you wanna take me. I swear, I’ll go.” You said in determination, and was a little thrown off by his reaction.

His face went blank for a moment c like his brain needed a second to buffer.

“You will?” He inquired, that being the first time you’ve actually agreed or expressed any type of want. “Why now?”

“Because it sounds like they really want to meet me, too? What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. That’s great. I just figured you wouldn’t be moved by that. You really wanna go now?”

“Yeah. Your family sounds so nice.”

“Was that what kept you from coming?” He interrogated, and it’s clear that he genuinely had no faith in you ever entertaining the idea.. which was a little disheartening. You’ve never said you’d never want to go, you’ve always kept a window open for later. You not sure why he’s so surprised.

“No, not necessarily. I wasn’t ready to meet them but if they’re that excited to meet me, then.. of course it’ll make me want to meet them, too. And get a little taste of South Korea.”

“Alright, I’ll plan a trip,” he had to say with forced enthusiasm, which you bought as you kissed his lips. Inwardly, though, he was screaming. If all it fucking took was a little conviction by saying his family was nice, just to make you consider.. them maybe he wouldn’t have had to do what he just did.

Whatever. Extra insurance. He had to tell himself, and decided to retrain his thoughts back on you as he remembered something.

“I have a special surprise for you.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he stood up and walked over to his duffel, fishing around before pulling something out. “Close your eyes.”

You did as told, and waited about 10 seconds.

“Open.”

You almost shit yourself upon hearing the voice, then came closer to shitting yourself when you took in the familiar Ghostface mask that you seen in the movie Scream.

“WHUZZZUUHHH!” He drawled out while doing the cowabunga fingers, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Where the hell did you get that?”

“Halloween store. I got it in Korea.”

That was a lie. He’s had two of these masks for over two years, both of which he got from Party City here in America. He bought one to kill your mother in— the same one he just wore to kill your friends in— and the other one was meant for what he wanted to do now. He wanted to fuck you with it on. He’s not sure why, but why not? You might discover you have a mask kink.

“What the fuck is up with the voice?”

“Sexy, ain’t it?” He animatronically purred out, and it wasn’t until he fully stepped forward and began undoing his belt that you realized he was already shirtless.

Your eyes grew wide as you landed back in your chair, unable to decipher if this was a joke or not. You soon realized it wasn’t as he was now popping his button loose and unzipping his pants— his hardening dick print becoming more prominent.

“You’re not fucking me with that mask on,” you blurted out, sticking your foot out to stop him from advancing any closer.

“I’m fucking you with this mask on,” he argued, grabbing your ankle. “Consider it pay back for the time you refused to give me head unless I let you wear your Burger King crown.”

“No, Darth Vader.” You tried pulling your leg back but soon wound up almost getting drug out of your chair and onto the floor. Your unease soon turned into giggles and screams as wound up besting your play fight, his mask only coming off long enough to go down on you at the kitchen table.

And that’s what set the night off. You went from getting your pussy eaten at the dinner table to getting your throat wrecked on the living room couch. Then you were forced to watch yourself get rammed up against your body mirror in the bedroom, and now you’re bent up like a pretzel amongst your bed.

“Ah— GAH!” You grunted in struggle, finding it hard to cuss like you wanted being as a hand was firmly constricting your air supply. You watched the masked man above you as he heatedly fucked into you, his chain dangling above your face. Your ankles helplessly swayed around his shoulders with each brutal slap of his pelvis. Your face still stung from the actual slaps of his palms, causing you to flinch any time his hands moved. You noticed done time throughout all this that he was hellbent on making you look at that damn mask. You weren’t complaining, though. Just more-so concerned about how hot it must be under there.

But then he slowed down for a moment, trying not to cum again as he lowered his face to yours, and finally decided it was time it come off, being as you were ready for a kiss.

“T-Take that damn mask off—“

Wrong move.

He growled and ripped your hand away as you tried removing it yourself, and you were stunned by how much aggressive he became— more aggressive than he was already being, as if truly lashing out. He man-handled you, flipping you over and plunging back into you with way too much force. You yelped at the intrusion but could do nothing else as he pinned your hands behind your back, picking his speed right back up. He kept your hands locked in place with a single one of his own before clapping the other around your mouth, darkly chuckling at the fright on your face.

“I meant it when I said it’s staying on,” he rasped, pushing into you so deep that veins protruded from your neck in strain.

He couldn’t explain it— or maybe he could. But he felt extremely powerful when he wore this mask. It took him all of two rounds to finally admit to himself that it turned him on, knowing you were getting off to the very same face that your loved ones last looked at in sheer terror. He didn’t realize up until then that he somehow considered Ghostface as a different alternative to himself, one he was growing to like a little too much. It even made his dick more sensitive to the feel of you, making you seem tighter. And warmer. And sluttier.

He’s sure he began speaking Latin somewhere in the midst, but it wasn’t until he saw tears surfacing in your eyes that it dawned on him that his hand had somehow traveled up to cover your nose, as well as your mouth. A moment of panic shot through him when he dropped it and allowed you to breathe, thinking you were gonna make him stop. But much to his pleasant surprise, you only coughed out and mewled, head collapsing on the pillow as you pushed against him, a silent demand keep going. So he did. He made sure to keep the punishing pace up and running. Your body violently jolted with each slam, ass bone aching at the brutal impact. Each thrust was felt like a punch to your cervix and someway or another, you were okay with it.

Little did he know, it was actually because you didn’t want any type of deja vu happening. He fucked you in all the ways you liked the night before you found out that your mother was slaughtered inside your childhood home. You didn’t want tonight to be anything like it. So you let him hurt you.

If only you knew history was going to repeat itself, no matter what the two of you did.

It didn’t take but a few more strokes before he lost his ability to hold off, and emptied himself inside for the third time since he’s arrived back.

Once he did that, the blinds were illuminated in a dim grey, hinting at a sunrise. After a quick shower and clean up, the two of laid there, the mask finally gone.

“What are you thinking, baby?” Jungkook wondered, starring up at the ceiling. You haven’t said much of anything since that last bit. “Did I hurt you? Scare you?”

“No. I could take it.” You said, and it sounded genuine. But he still wanted to know what was on your mind. “I just don’t know what the hell I would do if I didn’t have you. You’re the only person I know that’s never even accidentally done wrong by me. You’ve been nothing but good.”

A void clouded his mind, emotional absence taking place of everything else. It’s a defense mechanism that he’s certain only comes up to block out any sense of guilt or remorse. He kept his gaze up at the ceiling, even as he felt you crane your neck back to look up at him.

“I love you, Kookie. Thank you for being here.”

“I love you too, baby,” he said numbly, those words being true... but his next words were not. “I could never imagine myself doing anything to hurt you.”

Being as he wasn’t planning on looking down, you crawled up for a moment just to kiss him, unbothered by the distant stare in his gaze. You then laid back down and got comfortable, readying yourself for a good days sleep.

“I think it’s finally time I start seeking happiness again, instead of contentment.”

That’s when it hit him. You didn’t notice how his heart cleaned beneath your head, nor was there any way you could feel the tension in his gut. He can’t say he feels full remorseful for what he did, because that would require him sympathizing for the innocent lives he’s taken away, with no rational reason. He simply didn’t feel anything for them. He was only concerned your pain, especially knowing it was unnecessary now. His trip to Korea was enough to motivate you to move on and consider a change of scenery. You didn’t need any fear to drive you out, you just needed time. God only knows how far of a set back this will be now. The fact that you’re laying here, currently thinking that life will only go up from here, when he knows damn good and well it’ll be in shambles again before the day ends..

He really needs to work on his impulses. Maybe homocide shouldn’t always be the first option he leans towards. It was just more fun that way.

But moments like this weren’t fun at all. He remembers how grueling it was last year, waking up with you at the sound of the doorbell going off. He remembers the grim look on the sheriffs face as he told them that they found your mother, dead. It was his arms that had to pick you up off the floor as you crumbled down and screamed, his ears that rung as he held you, not knowing how to console you. For the last year, it’s been his shoulder you’ve cried on, his company keeping you sane, his reassurance telling you that everything was going to be okay.... When it was his hands that caused every single bit of grieve all along.. and was about to cause even more.

So, he did the only thing he could do in that moment. He held you and mentally apologized, hoping that there was some way to telepathically tell you that you mean more to him than life itself, and that’s he’s so sorry for letting it drive him crazy at times. He’s still clinging to the original intention that you’ll say fuck it and flee with him, but he regrets going about it so recklessly.

You were fast asleep now, snoring even. He only hoped the discovery of the bodies would hold off long enough for you to get some much needed sleep. But it seems the universe was done working in his favor.

Those same, familiar knocks sounded off at the door, and he immediately ordered you to stay put as it woke you up.

“Probably just them checking up. Go back to sleep.” He whispered, assertively pushing your head back down and pulling on some sweats before going to the door.

It was the sheriff, same look on his face as last year.

“Sir?” Jungkook frowned, posing cluelessly.

The sheriff looked ghostly pale, like he was nauseated and on the verge of tears. Jungkook knew why but he had to act like it was a throw off.

“Sir..?” He repeated.

“Y’all’s friends.. Baley and Taehyung were found this morning.”

He had to stall and blink, as if he wasn’t catching on to the implications. The sheriff reluctantly continued.

“Baley was found, dead on arrival. Looks like the killer has returned.”

“Wh-What?” Jungkook stuttered, acting like he was bewildered. The sheriff’s next words, however, would spark a more genuine reaction.

“And Taehyung was found unconscious, but still alive.”

Jungkook’s veins ran colder than ever before, all mimicked emotions becoming sincere in that moment.

“Someone attempted to cut his throat, but aimed too high and cut his under jaw instead.”

Jungkook could only stare at the sheriff, probably just as pale in the face now.

“He’s in critical condition. Doctors don’t know if he’ll make it just yet, but there’s a fighting chance that he might.”

#yandere society #bts #jeon jungkook #yandere bts #yandere jungkook #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts halloween #bts crack #jungkook smut #bts smut

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How would the ikesen boys react to an mc who is blind but can take care of herself?

This took forever but I finally finished!

MC has been blind for a good chunk of her life. She adapted quickly though through her sense of hearing and echolocation along with vibrations, being able to detect walls, objects, and people around her. She got sucked into the wormhole and BAM! Sengoku era!

Nobunaga: She could smell and hear the fire around her and also..someone coughing? She followed the sound until she found the source, remembering the path she took so she can get out, and dragged Nobu’s butt out of the flames. “Do you know who I am?” “Well I can’t see you so nope.” When he realized that she was blind he was very impressed. “Men with all their senses in tact don’t have the bravery that you have. You are indeed a lucky charm.” He took her to Azuichi and told her that she could just laze around and have others take care of her if she wished, but mc is an independent woman that is able to do things herself so she immediately tells him to give her a job and she’d be able to accommodate to it. He admires her ambition and sets her to work. When she isn’t working he invites her to sit with him and chat bc he wants to get to know her as a person as well as how she’s able to adapt to the world without the sense of sight, intrigued with the clever methods to manage on her own. He feels inspired by her to create an education program for his citizens affected with physical limitations and how to help them live a fulfilling life while feeling capable just like mc.

Hideyoshi: His suspicion of mc decreased dramatically when he found out, as a matter of fact, she is blind. Suspicion immediately turned into concern and pity, making him really hesitant of Nobunaga letting mc do chores since she wanted to earn her keep. He was silently watching her with her rag and bucket, ready to step in the moment he sees her struggle. Instead, he sees her stepping around the perimeter of the outside hallway, mentally mapping out the length and width of the hall. Then, picking up the rag, cleaned the whole hall without a problem. Afterward, he approached her and told her about his concerns and worries of her struggling. She reassured him that she was able to live on her own for the most part where she came from, and as long as she made a mental map of the castle and heard when she was getting close to a wall or object, she would be just fine. He’d still insist on going to the market with her since it’s hard for anybody to navigate by hearing and mentally taking notes when there’s a huge market crowd. VERY protective and VERY mama hen Hide around mc to the point where she nags at him to give her space bc she doesn’t want him to worry about her as much as he does.

Mitsunari: Very helpful while also being very curious about how mc strategizes her everyday life. While giving a tour of the castle, he could tell she was taking her time while using her other senses to get a feel for each area. When he talked about her possibly having a helper maid to take her from place to place, mc answered “No need. I now know the area. I’ll ask somebody if I get lost but I’ve got a good mental map of the area.” “Very impressive, mc!” Mitsunari would beam. Mc can take care of herself better than he can, making that the staple point that the others drive into Mitsunari so he actually starts taking care of himself. They often brainstorm of ways to help mc do errands. Like with delivering scroll letters, cutting off a small little square at the bottom in a certain area so she can tell who is getting what letter and travel accordingly (ex: cut in left corner is Nobunaga’s letter. Cut in right corner is for Hideyoshi. Square cut in the middle on the bottom of the scroll is Ieyasu, etc.) Thinks mc is smarter and has a stronger willpower than anybody he’s ever met (besides his “friend” Ieyasu) bc of how she’s able to think and adapt to compensate for her lack of eyesight to survive and be capable and on equal footing as everyone else.

Masamune: He found out when trying to flirt with mc. “Hey I’ve had my eye on you this whole time, lass.” “Wish I could say the same. But that’s physically impossible.” “Ha! I see you have a sense of humor. I would have said I had my EYES on you but that would be only half true.” Both would probably joke about their eyes and brush it off as no big deal. Impressed that by her second day he saw her in the halls carrying supplies by herself, already aware of the area. “Masamune, is that you?” “Yeah it is! I’m impressed! Your senses must be very on point.” “That or the fact that you always smell like spices and walk kinda funny.”mc laughed. Likes how free and independent mc’s spirit is, admiring how she doesn’t let her disability stop her from doing what she wants to do, finding ways to adapt to things. Since boi really likes to write letters but would have to have someone else read it to her while he was away, she taught him braille. Giving him a guide with a scroll listing the indents/holes that indicate different characters, he was able to give her flirty messages while he was away and imagine her blushy face while she’s reading the letter herself.

Mitsuhide: Could tell almost right away that mc was blind. Would secretly be watching over her to see if she was having trouble. Every time he would walk up to her with a “Are you lost, little mouse? It must be hard for you.” in a condescending tone to tease her while also being slightly concerned. “No. I know I’m in the right hallway to go to the cleaning supply room. Just two more lefts then a right and about 10 paces to the left.” He actually was shocked for a second but felt like praising her for having a sharp mind. Tries sneaking up on her but she can always tell he’s near due to just sensing his presence and hearing just the slightest glide of his feet on the hallway, calling him out. Sees a bit of himself in her, being mentally prepared and alert of their senses to adapt and compensate for their shortcomings. When deciding to teach her because he wants her to survive and thrive in this cruel world, he realizes he’ll have to read everything to her and verbally quiz her. However, she introduced him to braille, intriguing him and inspiring him to use it as a new secret code language to send info. Also feels like it’s a special bond between them.

Ieyasu: Would be against mc doing chores or going around by herself because she’ll just be an inconvenience (not because he just doesn’t want her to get hurt I write sarcastically). Would make him stand up and follow her as she gives him a whole tour of the castle, remembering every hallway within one week. He’s glad that mc can’t see how embarrassed his face is that she’s better adapted than he thought. He’d still lowkey be like mama hideyoshi, silently watching her and trying to tell her that she should still be careful. He draws the line at her planning on going to the market on her own because things are constantly shifting and changing there and the noisy crowd might throw her off, leaving him no other choice but to escort mc. As thanks, mc would buy him something spicy, using her nose and advice from others to get him the gift. Normally mc is able to go through the day fine, but sometimes she’ll accidentally tumble, causing Ieyasu to lightly scold her while checking her bruises and letting her see Wasabi. She was SHOOK finding out that she was petting a cute lil deer since she could tell it was a smaller 4 legged animal with lil hooves but didn’t know that it was a baby fawn. Ieyasu would also give mc a walking stick to help her navigate better, especially in unfamiliar areas or areas with possible obstacles in the way.

Kenshin: Was at the bar minding his own business when he heard a cane tap a seat next to him. Mc sat next to him, ordering something to drink. “If you were to try to find a woman, how long would it take to find her in this bar?” she’d ask, hoping that she could get some free time away from an overbearing escort. “Depends on the target. Why? Did you start a fight? If so, can I get in on it?” “Oh nah. I want a break from being smothered with attention and feeling like I need help. If I can go to this specific bar blind then that should be proof that I don’t need helpers for short trips.” He was surprised a woman, much less a blind woman, was confident in her abilities to get from place to place while being sure of herself. Mc and Kenshin met quite a bit after that and the more he heard her complain about her work, the more he realized she was working for the Oda. Not trusting the Oda and not wanting her to face a horrible fate if someone overtakes the Oda first, he convinces her to move into his castle. She memorizes the area quickly and feels less crowded with warlords, but the closer she gets to Kenshin the more he is overbearing and protective over her safety. She gives him several demonstrations of her doing tasks by herself to convince him that it’s very low risk and that she enjoys feeling independent and capable. Although overprotective, he thinks she has the most determined spirit of anyone he’s ever met and will cut down anybody that makes her feel weak or helpless because she’s far from that in his eyes, even if he still worries about her.

Shingen: Shingen was well aware that almost all the women at the tea shop were swooning over him, all except mc, who was eating sweet buns and drinking tea in the corner while waiting for some of the warlords to come back from their long in-town meeting. He tried winking at her, but she just kept staring off and making no expression change. He decided to walk up to her, feeling curious. “Whoever smells like woodchips and cologne that is walking up to my table, please state your business.” Since he’s very intuitive, he’s able to realize mc is blind by now. He decided to have a normal conversation with her, learning how she’s able to stay strong and manage w/o sight. When he saw the other warlords coming back he bolted, but realized she was working for the “terrible” Nobunaga. Since in his mind he thinks the Oda are going to hurt/take advantage of her, he makes an elaborate plan to take her away. When she got to Kenshin and Shingen’s place, she was FUMING bc of being kidnapped. However, Shingen explained everything about how the Oda overtook his homeland and all the horrors he’s seen them do and how he wanted to save her from facing that same fate. Mc pretty much told him that it isn’t his choice to make that call but understands from his voice that he’s being sincere so she decides to stay for a while. He’s very impressed she knows the whole layout of the castle and can tell when he’s walking up to her because he has a “flirty saunter”. When she does feel a little down about being blind he helps her find silver linings like how she’s been able to be braver and determined to adapt, and how she is able to look at someone’s character and words instead of being thrown off by physical appearances. Although he is chivalrous and offers to help her with tough tasks, he will ROAST anybody that calls her weak or fragile because she’s the strongest, most resilient goddess in his eyes. Would make a beautiful wooden cane for her so she can look stylish while walking around outside.

Yukimura: When mc freaked out and ran away, running straight for the cliff, Yukimura caught her. “WHAT WERE YOU THINKING RUNNING OFF A CLIFF LIKE A WILD BOAR? ARE YOU BLIND?” “Actually yeah.” Yuki went o_o before trying to scold her more for running aimlessly w/o knowing where she’s going until Sasuke swooped in, recognizing she’s the person from the present and offers they take her in. Yuki agrees, not wanting anybody to get hurt cuz he’s a caring boi. Since he didn’t want her to trip on anything and could tell she was exhausted and overwhelmed at the moment, he gave her a piggyback ride to the castle. When showing her around he keeps awkwardly asking if she needs help or assistance and gets more embarrassed when she says she can do most things on her own. “Of course I can feed myself. I have hands, dummy.” Is glad she’s capable of doing a lot on her own so he doesn’t have to keep worrying about her safety. Lowkey forgets she’s blind at times but is glad mc can laugh it off and says it makes her happy that she can go about life so normally that people don’t notice her blindness. When mc talked about seeing eye dogs being a thing, lowkey he’s thinking about making Muramasa a guide dog if mc ever wanted to go explore so he can guide her and pull her along. Also embarrassingly asks Shingen to teach him how to carve wood so he can make her a walking stick with their names carved on it and will blush like crazy when mc feels the names on it and tackles him in a hug.

Sasuke: Found her running in the woods the night she landed in the Sengoku era. Since she was overwhelmed and scared for her life, not knowing what the heck was going on, she was stumbling and tripped, making a branch snap loudly. Sasuke, who was nearby, used his ninja hearing and went to investigate. She could hear him approach and turned towards his direction. “I HAVE A WEAPON AND I’M NOT AFRAID TO USE IT” she threatened, gripping her walking stick while whipping out a pocket knife. He noticed the red band around the white stick, which was the noticeable sign of a blind person’s walking cane. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you.” “You sound like the guy from the temple before that big lightning strike. What the hell is going on?” He explained to her the current predicament and how they’re back in the Sengoku era. “I guess that explains why I teleported into a flaming building and just heard a bunch of warlord names and felt like I was in a historical reenactment.” Sasuke helps her go to Kenshin’s place, explaining to Kenshin her predicament and Kenshin agrees as long as Sasuke duels him every day for a month (RIP Sasuke). Is impressed how she’s able to remember how to get around the castle after just 2 days and makes Kenshin give her a job and proving that she’s plenty capable, earning Kenshin’s respect. He has faith that she is plenty independent and capable of living a decent life in the castle, but he still offers assistance in unfamiliar settings and will always come up with good ideas to help when mc asks for advice on how to get around certain tasks.

#ikemen sengoku #ikesen #ikesen headcanon #ikesen hc

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luv4fandoms · 4 years

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Earth Angel (GabrielXOFC) Part 2.1

Part 2 is finally here!! I had to split it into 2 parts because of Tumblr's limit but the link to the 2nd part can be found below.

I'm so glad everyone is enjoying this story! I loved all of the comments and asks I got on the last chapter ❤. Sorry this one took so long to get out, my mom and I are trying to kinda start a small business so that has been my focus lol. But as I say in all the chapters...

This doesn't fully follow the Supernatural timeline, somethings have been changed (like Gabriel's death in the au world cause it was stupid and I refuse to accept it lol) so just a heads up. This is also inspired by @askpsychocas 's Angel Courting Ritual post (which I use in my story. Askpsychocas if you want me to take those parts out let me know and I will). This story also has a Scott Pilgram vibe lol.

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Part 1...Part 2.2...Masterlist

Pairings: Gabriel x Original Female Character, (hint at Destiel)

Warnings: Killing, Adultery, Gabe being a charming/fluffy lil sh*t

Word count: (total) 8,724 (this part) 4,199

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(From @askpsychocas 's Angel Courting Ritual)

Step Two: Make your intention known.

Sometimes your intended will not recognize your intent straight off. There are a number of ways angels would seek to subtly inform their intended.

Making eye contact is essential.

Make sure your intended recognizes your impressive plumage and strength.

Personal space must be intruded on as often as possible.

If all else fails an angel might simply tell their intended.

Traditional courting outlines this, and if the intention is accepted you may proceed to the next step. An angel may also receive a courting trinket as a sign of intent and goodwill if they accept the courting. Angels can only court one other at a time. Neither the wooer or the wooed are allowed to accept advances, or give advances to another.

Modern courting is more direct, in which an angel would simply ask to go out on a date, perhaps with a smile. Smiling and good humor are not necessary for any courting, but most are apt to use it when trying to woo a human, as they get confused without such things. Exclusivity is not necessary.

Earth angel, Earth angel, the one I adore

Love you forever, and ever more.

I'm just a fool, a fool in love with you.

I hadn't planned on living with the boys, stay a few days sure, then back on the road...But here I am, a week in, still at the bunker and helping them look for a new case. It was actually really easy living with them, growing up with older brothers probably helped, that and the fact Sam and Dean were just easy to get along with. I had met their friend, and Gabriel's brother,Castiel a few days into my stay, a very quiet guy who would randomly appear out of nowhere, which I noticed Gabriel did often as well. The thing was-Castiel didn't have wings,or at least if he did, he didn't show them off like Gabriel. I also noticed that most of the time when Cas would show up, Gabriel would be gone, and if he did show up Cas would excuse himself quickly. Speaking of Gabriel, he had been acting...odd? Or maybe it was normal for him? I noticed that Cas often stood extremely close to Dean a lot, so maybe invasion of personal space was just a family thing? Either way I noticed Gabriel seemed to always find a way to be very close. Reading some lure in the library? Gabriel plops himself in the seat next to me. Looking up some cases on my laptop while on the couch? Gabriel appears out of nowhere right next to me, causing me to almost throw my computer.

One time I was even baking a pie as sort of a thank you to the boys and when I turned around Gabriel was right there, causing me to jump and almost fall backwards, and of course him making a joke about me "falling for him" when he caught me. Another thing was the fact that Gabriel was always the first one to help if I needed to get something out of storage for the boys that I didn't realize would be as heavy as it was, or anything needing a lot of strength really. I would have joked about not being a damsel in distress, but it seemed he already knew that as he would only help when he knew I would really need it. He also seemed to be almost flaunting his wings more, or at least happily stretching them often, I had noticed that they seemed much fuller than they did back on the hunt, they were still the same beautiful golden color, but they seemed...Healthier? They were impressive really, but I tried not to get caught looking at them, I still didn't know what the custom was since no one talked about them. Another thing Gabe did was a lot was eye contact, which for someone like me who usually never held eye contact for long, it was different-or maybe it was cause Gabriel had such pretty eyes that one just had to look away from them or you would be lost forever. Either way when I spoke I always seemed to have his full attention,which, after growing up around guys that would just brush you off cause you were both a girl and the youngest, was nice. It took a couple more days before we got a new case, a bunch of women being killed by their boyfriends, fiance, husbands, all of who claimed they didn't remember doing the killings. The case came in from the boy's friend Jody in Sioux Falls,so right away we were loading up our cars and heading out. Jody had emailed the police reports to Sam who in turn emailed them to me, which Gabriel read while I followed the boys.

"So, first up we have the lovely Mr and Mrs Tucker. Married for thirty years, two kids, and a dog...Is that just the thing to do? Kids leave the nest, the house is empty,it's finally you and your wife again after eighteen plus years and you think, what do we do now? I know! Let's get a dog!" Gabriel laughed.

"One, dogs are awesome" I started with a smile

"Oh don't get me wrong, I love them, used to have a little Jack Russel myself, but it just seems to be what people do" Gabe added

"That is true...I wonder why that is...Dangit Gabe now you have me wondering why old people insist on pushing their love onto animals instead of focusing on this case" I laughed, which caused him to chuckle as well before he turned back to the computer.

"Always ready to be a distraction sugarplum"

"So what did the lovely Mr Tucker have to say for why he slaughtered his wife?" I asked.

"Well, it says here that he said, and I quote, I don't know what came over me, I loved my wife, she was my everything, sure we had our problems but doesn't every couple?"

"Not problems that are bad enough to kill over"

"Says he doesn't remember the act, just before and after the deed"

"And all of the men say this?" Gabriel quickly scanned the files before replying

"Yup, everyone is a blank"

"So we have how many couples?"

"Six, three happily married, one engaged, and two dating" I thought about it for a moment, couples that seemingly had no problems but the woman always ended up dead, at the males hand.

"I can see the gears turning in that pretty little head of yours" Gabriel spoke, breaking the silence of the car.

"Come on" he added, closing the laptop and giving me his full attention. I looked over for a moment and almost wished I hadn't, there he went with the eye contact again-had they always had an almost gold color to them? Like they could match his wings? As if sensing my fascination a grin spread on his face before he spoke again.

"Like a buddy cop movie, you can be the serious one who's all about the job"

"And which one are you?" I asked with a smile, finally able to break my gaze away.

"The loveable comic relief of course!" He smiled.

"Now come on Sugar, you're already thinking something"

"Well for one, these couples weren't as happy as they said they were"

"Duh"

"And it's the men who kill the women"

"Correct"

"As subconsciously I bet, a brutal way to get out of said problemed relationship.

"Ok, I think I am picking up what you're putting down"

"What is probably the number one thing that can put the final nail in the coffin on a man ending a relationship?"

"A beautiful woman"

"Exactly my lovely partner, throw in a little supernatural flair to that and we may have men forgetting just what they were doing"

"Don't let anybody ever tell you that you're just a pretty face" he smiled.

"Oh Sweetheart I am so much more than just a pretty face" I replied with a wink, watching as his wings ruffle a bit at the action.

"I also have enough issues to fill Texas" I laughed, watching as he laughed as well, one which I hadn't seen before, this one looked far more..Relaxed.

"Don't we all Sugar, don't we all"

A couple of gas stops later and we were parking outside of the Sioux Falls police station. I had changed into more of a "detective" style outfit consisting of a white button up top, black blazer, black pencil skirt and black heels at the last gas stop. Though keeping my focus on the road after that was hard since Gabriel had also changed, and boy did he pull off a suit. The black button down tucked into black slacks and partially hidden under a black blazer and tie, ZZTop's words never rang so true until that moment, every girl really was crazy about a sharp dressed man. I tried to keep my eyes on the road as much as possible, especially after getting caught twice by those golden honey eyes, but if the extra confidence in his walk on our way into the station said anything it was that he had noticed every glance.

"There you two a--" a woman's voice spoke behind us but stopped suddenly, I turned towards the sound, noticing a woman who appeared in her late thirties, or maybe early forties.

"Jody, this is Liz and Gabriel" Sam told her while making his way over to her, followed by Dean.

"Oh right, yeah sorry you mentioned them on the phone, it's been a crazy week" she sighed.

"You ok?" Dean asked, his hand resting on her shoulder, she smiled at him and patted his hand.

"Yeah, just...I knew these people, they were all happy...Normal"

"Nothing out of the ordinary?" Sam asked

"Unless you count Jamie not going to the bakery the night before she...she was forever bugging Cathy about how her wedding cake was coming along"

"That's why I called you guys, it doesn't look like it's up your alley, but something's not right here"

"And Claire?" Dean asked sternly

"I told her to stay out of this one but you know how she is"

"Alright well we're gonna need to talk to the husbands" Sam told her.

"Well we have three of them here, the other two were cases Donna sent over"

"So this thing started someplace else?" I asked, seemingly making the trio remember Gabe and I were still here.

"Over in Hibbing Minnesota" Jody replied before smiling.

"Sorry, I'm Sheriff Mills, Sam and Dean told me about you two" She added, shaking both of our hands.

"Pleasure to meet you Sheriff" Gabriel smiled, and I couldn't stop myself from looking over at him. He really could go from playful to professional if the situation called for it couldn't he?

"Right well, come on there are already two of the men in the interrogation rooms" she told us before leading the way. Dean and Sam took Martin Cowell, boyfriend to Stacy Young. While Gabriel and I took Jason Smith, fiance to Jamie Wilde. The man seemed regretful enough upon first glance, around mid thirties, black hair partially hiding brown eyes that were red from crying.

"Hello Mr.Smith I'm Agent Rose and this is my partner--" shit, I realized quickly, Gabriel and I hadn't talked about his fake FBI name.

"Agent Speight" he added, seeming realizing just as soon as I had.

"I think you may already know why we're here" I stated as we both sat on the other side of the table.

"Because of what I did to--I didn't mean to,"Jason stated, soon falling into tears.

"We just want to understand, we need you to tell us what happened," Gabriel explained,easily falling into his role. After a moment Jason started talking.

"We were out with our wedding planner, she was showing us a venue, this really fancy mansion, hell, it almost could have been a castle" he stopped to collect himself before continuing.

"Jamie always wanted to be a princess, so this place was perfect, even if it was expensive. We booked it and made our way home--We ate, went to bed...Jamie was still talking about the place" he laughed, seeming to remember how excited she had been.

"The next thing I know, I'm standing over her body..I don't…I don't know what happened" he trailed off into a whisper.

"Did you ever become irritated by Jamie wanting expensive things?" Gabriel asked calmly.

"I mean, she could get crazy but...I guess I kinda knew what I was getting into, Jamie came from a well off family...They always said she was too good for me...Guess they were right"

"Did you ever think about leaving Jamie?" I asked

"No never I-I mean…"

"Never looked at another woman? Never thought maybe life would be easier with someone else,maybe someone with a cheaper taste?"

The room went quiet for a moment before he sighed.

"There was once, Jamie had been getting crazy with all this wedding stuff..I just...I needed a break. So I said I was going to have a guy's night, and I went out of town, alone. I went to a bar, and met a girl there and...I'm not proud of what I did ok, but I would never have killed Jamie, if I didn't want to be with her I would have just left."

Before I could say anything a knock sounded at the door, Dean peeked his head in and motioned for us to come out.

"So do you think I'm guilty?" Jason asked when we stood up.

"Of killing your fiance, I can't share that. Of being stupidly unfaithful simply because times got hard, yeah, you're guilty of that" I stated before walking out, Gabriel following.

"You ok?" He asked as we made our way to Dean and Sam.

"Yeah just-long story" I sighed.

"So what were you able to find out?" Sam asked.

"Well he doesn't remember doing the deed as far as killing Jamie" Gabriel told him

"What do you mean as far as?"

"Well he did confess to getting it on with a random girl at the bar one night" Gabe added

"Really?" Jody asked, shocked.

"They seemed so happy"

"Martin confessed to cheating on Stacy as well" Dean added

"So we have two unfaithful men" Gabe stated

"I wonder if the others were able to keep it in their pants?" I wondered out loud.

"Right, why don't Dean and I go talk to Larry Tucker, Jody, if you could call Donna and ask them if there is any way to find out if their two cases were ever unfaithful or if anything odd happened before the killings?" Sam asked.

"Yeah I'll get right on it" Jody nodded before heading to her office to make the call.

"Jason had mentioned checking out a venue the day he killed Jamie, maybe we could check that out?" Gabriel asked with a shug.

"That's actually a good idea, maybe someone there saw something or someone suspicious" I nodded, before looking back at the boys who nodded as well. I stopped one of the officers who was walking past to get directions to a mansion in town that could pass as a castle like, lucky for us there was only one. Willington Manor, a spacious 20 bedroom 10 bath home that had a pool,hot tub, tennis court, large outdoor garden, and an extra 20 acres of green grass.

"Ever feel like you're in the wrong line of work?" I asked as we parked in front.

"If only you could have it all right?" Gabe asked as we stepped out.

"If only"

"Would you really want something like this?" He asked while we walked up the stairs.

"Eh, maybe not this, too many rooms to clean. But this much land would be nice,"

"You seem like a farm girl" he smiled before knocking on the door.

"Grew up with chickens and stuff but sadly never on an actual farm" I laughed before we heard the door opening, an elderly woman standing there.

"Hello, how can I help you?" She asked

"Hello ma'am, I'm Agent Rose, this is Agent Speight, FBI, we were wondering if we could ask you some questions about a couple that came here a few days ago, they were looking at your home for a wedding venue"

"Oh yes I remember them, such a lovely couple, terrible thing that happened, they seemed so happy" she told us as she stepped aside for us to enter.

"Yes is it, so nothing seemed...Off about Jason while he was here? Nothing that would have raised any flags?" Gabriel asked while glancing around before his attention rested back on the woman, who seemed to blush under his gaze.

'Welcome to the crowd' I thought.

"No he seemed perfectly lovely, seemed very compliant with everything his soon-to-be wife wanted, and between you and me, boy did she want a lot" she told us.

"Do you employ anyone ma'am?" I asked.

"Oh yes, I have a chief,a butler, two maids, and two grounds keepers," she replied, her eyes never leaving Gabriel, even as he looked over at me.

"And who all was here when Jason and Jamie was?" Gabriel asked her.

"Everyone was" she told him.

"Is everyone here now?" I asked

"Yes of cour-actually no, one of the maids that worked then I had to let go"

"Let go? How come?" Gabriel asked.

"Well I caught the little hussie trying to steal some of my jewelry, they were my great grandmother's, priceless heirlooms" she explained.

"You wouldn't happen to have employment papers would you? Or a name and description?" I asked

"I don't have papers, but I can tell you her name was Delilah"

'Probably a fake name' I thought

"and she was about five foot seven, long red hair that she kept up in a bun, pale skin. She was quiet,kept to herself but I noticed her often trying to make advances towards both of the grounds keepers...didn't work for her of course"

"How come?" Gabriel asked

"Their both gay" she chuckled.

"That will do it" I smiled

"Well thank you for your time ma'am" Gabriel smiled.

"If you think of anything else please contact the sheriff, she knows how to reach us" he added, charmingly, making the old woman grin like a teen.

"Most certainly Agent" she replied watching as he headed towards the door. She stopped me when I went to move.

"Are you two...You know?" She asked, stunning me for a moment.

"Ah, no we are strictly-"

"Well then, don't be afraid to send him my way dear" she replied with a wink, I let out an awkward laugh and nodded before heading over to the door. Once outside I couldn't help but laugh and shake my head while we headed to the car.

"Care to share with the class sweetheart?" Gabe asked once we got in.

"You are never to be left alone around old ladies" I chuckled.

"Oh? Did I not play the part well?"

"She asked me if we were together, and when I said no she told me not to be afraid to send you her way"

"Sharing is caring" he laughed

"No thank you" I replied with a small laugh.

"No threesomes?" He chuckled.

"Na I'm good, I don't like other people touching what's mine" I replied, glancing at him when I heard him inhale sharply. His wings seemingly wanted to stretch out but he held them down.

"Never pegged you as the possessive type" even his laugh sounded forced right now.

"Not possessive, like I wouldn't tell a guy what he could or couldn't do, I just draw the line at sharing him with someone else" I explained as we pulled up at the motel Dean had texted that he got two rooms at.

"Can you honestly say you would be completely fine with sharing a girl with another guy?" I asked as I shut the car off.

"Well I mean-" he started, wiggling his eyebrows, which only caused me to roll my eyes.

"If you really loved her, like head over heels"

"If she wanted to-"

"Never mind what she wanted, would you be comfortable watching another man put his hands on the woman you love?"

"No" he answered quickly, the gold color coming back to his eyes for a moment, before it was gone.

"See, we all have that in us, that feeling of wanting someone that is yours, just yours-"

"A mate" he answered quietly, almost as if he didn't mean to say it

"Yeah, a mate...I bet all these women thought they had found theirs...They never would have thought they would get cheated on and later killed by the ones who supposedly loved them so much"

"If they loved them so much, would they have fully given in to whatever influenced them?"

"No, I guess they wouldn't have" I sighed.

"This is why it's always us women who end up with a broken heart" I added while getting out of the car, missing the odd look Gabriel gave me. I knocked on the boy's room door, announcing myself, and waited only a few seconds before Sam opened the door.

"So what were you two able to figure o-" I stopped when I noticed a young blonde girl sitting on the bed looking beyond done with the boys.

"Ah Liz, Gabriel, this is Claire" Sam explained.

"Ooooh this is Claire" Gabriel nodded, leaving me completely clueless aside from remembering that the boys mentioned her while talking to Jody.

"Claire was working the case even though Jody told her not to" Dean replied while giving Claire a stern look.

"Ok and what have you all figured out?" She asked, but all of us stayed quiet, unsure if we should share information with the young huntress.

"How about this, tell us what you know and we'll tell you what we know" I stated.

"Liz" Dean started.

"She's a rebellious teen who is gonna work this case whether anyone likes it or not, at least this way she won't be running in blind" I explained, Sam and Dean shared a look, both not wanting to get Claire involved but knew I was right.

"Well it seemed Larry wasn't too faithful either, said he needed something exciting in his life since his marriage had gotten stale" Sam started.

"Did you talk to Peter Jones? He was Becky Davis's boyfriend, dude was a total creep" Claire added.

"He didn't try to-"Dean started but Claire just rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't anything I couldn't handle, trust me"

"Ok so all of the men were unfaithful, that plays into my theory" I sighed, sitting next to Claire.

"Theory?"Sam asked.

"Sweetcheeks here pretty much hit the nail on the head before we even got to the police station. Theorizes these men weren't happy, subconsciously wanted a way out, and something influenced them to find a way out" Gabriel explained, biting into a chocolate bar he made appear, I had noticed he did that a lot. He handed both Claire and I one, at first she seemed hesitant but then took it with a nod.

"So you think some supernatural babe is convincing these guys to kill the women they're with?" Dean asked.

"Does it seem that far fetched?" I asked

"Not compared to some other things we've faced.

"And I think we may know what she looks like, if she's not some sort of shifter anyways." I stated before eating some of the chocolate.

"The Madame of the mansion our lovely engaged couple were looking into, had recently fired a maid that had been working the day Jason was visiting. Said she was about five foot seven, red hair, and pale-Oh and kept flirting with the male employees" Gabriel told them.

"Wait that sounds like the woman people said they saw Peter flirting with the night he killed Becky" Claire stated

"Yeah it matches with what Jody just sent me too" Sam added while looking at his laptop.

"The two from Donna, both had been unfaithful in the past, and both had witness accounts of them talking to an unknown red haired female the day and night before each of them murdered their wives."

"So a chick who can influence guys, siren?" Claire asked.

"That would fit," I nodded.

"Not with what Jody just sent, this was found in Larry's house, I bet there is one in each of the houses" Sam stated spinning his laptop around to show us all.

"Is that?" Claire stated.

"A hex bag" Gabriel finished.

"Man I hate witches" Dean sighed.

"Should we call Rowena? Ask her if it's someone she knows?" Sam asked but Dean just shook his head.

"At this point after what she's cause, I don't care if Rowena does know her, she has to be dealt with"

"So how do we lure her out?" I asked

"Well she goes after couples right? Where is there a lot of couples right now?"Dean asked

"The fair is in town right now"Claire started

"But more people show up at night"

"Looks like we're going to the fair"Dean nodded, looking over at Sam who looked terrified.

"Don't worry Sammy, I'm sure it's clown free" he chuckled, earning a bitch face from his brother. We each went our ways after that to prepare. Jody picked up Claire, stating she would meet us at the fair later. I went to the room the boys got me to take a quick shower and the boys seemed to have the same idea.

Once night fully fell we headed out to the fairgrounds, hoping we could find this witch fast and end the case before someone else got hurt. But once we got there Gabriel turned to me, a smirk on his lips before he proposed his question.

"Why don't we up the ante? Try to lure her out ourselves while we're here?"

"What did you have in mind?" I asked.

"Let's make this a date"

I hope everyone is enjoying the story so far! It only gets better from here. And as I said before you can find the link to the 2nd part of this chapter

Here

Also some little facts, I gave Liz the agent name "Rose" because if I would have been born a boy my mom wanted to name me Axl Rose because she was a GNR superfan lol.

Also here is Gabriel in his suit for your viewing pleasure ~_^

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mystery-deer · 4 years

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kevin uses his white privilege when he sees raymond being treated unequally about something like get all up in their face and be like “Would you say that to me? huh?? How DARE you say that to my HUSBAND. im contacting you manager and you will regret this” blah blah. Kevin is so tired of his husband being talked down to, you can see it when he goes off on Dean Allister. anyhoo,, just a lil thought of mine (:

Kevin Cozner in “The Party” where he mentions the police tormenting Holt bc he’s gay but strangely not because he’s black? Always seemed odd to me. I now headcanon that Kevin will almost always pick up on homophobia (since he also experiences it) but not always on racism if it’s not more blatant.

He also seems like the type of person who needs to be pushed to react to something. As we saw in the Allister ep, the Dean seems to have been very rude to Holt for…presumably as long as he’s known him? It’s a well established thing that kevin and Holt both acknowledge but instead of Kevin speaking out about it to Dean he focuses on comforting Holt. I don’t think this is because he agrees with the Dean’s behaviour but more that as he stated he doesn’t want to make a scene. Holt’s had to make scenes before, he’d rather NOT make them but he’s very often been pushed to make them and in fact would not have gotten to where he is today with some scenes.

BUT YES back t o what you were saying, I imagine Kevin when he was younger being more prone to making some scenes. Holt has had to tell Kevin to no t make scenes it’s fine this happens all the time Kevin you can’t yell at everyone who says that (”But it’s!!? I don’t understand.”) and basically just Kevin being like “HOW CAN THEY TREAT YOU LIKE THIS!??!” and Holt’s like “I know. But it’s normal and making a scene all the time isn’t how you deal with it.” As a black person currently dating a white person It always provides me some very dark humor to hear how absolutely shocked my partner is about some of my life experiences. I can’t imagine how it was in the….seventiieees?? Can’t remember when they met.

Which connects to how Holt acted in “Moo Moo” telling Terry not to report someone. He lived in a time where you couldn’t really…DO anything as a singular black guy. A lot of Kevin’s relationship to Holt’s blackness might be focusing on Holt rather than the world?? If that makes sense?? Like comforting Holt about racism rather than confronting the racist (unless pushed).

I think Kevin and Holt would both have complicated relationships towards race and stuff. Holt being a black gay cop (and also wealthy, though it’s unknown his financial situation when he was young) and Kevin being a wealthy (though again unknown for how long) white gay man dating a black gay cop. And also it’s the 70s or 80s! How fun!!!

So yeah I think Kevin when he was young had much more of a shock about race stuff. Like, people still DO that!?? They still SAY that?? Raymond that woman crossed to the other side of the street, it’s so BLATANT!! But over time Holt was like we can’t do anything about that and sometimes making a fuss only gets you hurt or kicked out, it accomplishes nothing.

Their relationship to me seems built out of…a want/need to have SOMEWHERE to be comfortable and safe. And that’s absolutely wonderful and I love them. I think Kevin would become very focused on that aspect after realizing he as an individual couldn’t do much to help…not have racist bullshit happen to his boyfriend/partner/husband.

But he can still make a little bit of a kerfuffle….as a treat. He’s very sharp tongued. Might do this behind Holt’s back sometimes so as not to upset him or have him negatively effected by this.

AAA but wasn’t it so romantic?? How Kevin just on his own decided enough was enough?? I loved that aspect so much. Holt didn’t ask him for help or anything Kevin just loved him and wanted to defend him!!

#b99 #kevin cozner/raymond holt #I'm gonna write a memoir about myself and holt #its gonna be called: Black gays and the white men who love us #I have a lot of thoughts about Kevin and Holt I love them they love each other so much #Q&A #making a scene makes me very nervous but my partner standing up for me makes me very enamored #and I gather Holt feels the same way (perhaps less nervous) given how LOVEY DOVEY he looked when he breathed 'oh kevin...'#OH KEVIN #AAAAAAAAA #THAT ///SCENE///

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nyotasaimiri · 4 years

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Icefield

((Surprise! Bonus chapter time!))

Modifying the Matter Manipulator’s tracking system was quick, much to Nyota’s relief. It was almost like the functions had been planned, but never turned on.

“That’s probably right,” Arjun said when Nyota said as much. “The Protectorate had a lot of little back-room thoughts they never got the time to finish out. Always looking at farther stars. That’s how Esther put it.”

“It’s a good phrase,” Nyota said. She closed the casing up and stretched her stiff wrists, trying to swallow the anxiety. She did not want to spend too long in this strange place. She had packed plenty of rations, in case of emergencies, but there was no telling what a pocket dimension could do to the body even without standard survival concerns.

“SAIL, test the relay,” she said into her microphone. “Send down some apples from the kitchen.”

A few moments later, the transmitter flashed, followed by her Matter Manipulator. Nyota caught the apple out of the air and smiled.

Arjun almost grinned. “Not bad at all for the first try.”

Nyota nodded, but she wasn’t satisfied yet. “Now for the hard part. SAIL, send them back up.”

The Matter Manipulator flashed, then the transmitter. A startled whistle echoed through her earpiece. “What the gol-dang—Captain? Did ya beam up some fruit?”

Nyota stifled a soft chuckle. “Yes, Lumen. Sorry about that, I should have warned you.”

“Well, I ain’t one to pry, so I’m not gonna ask what for,” he hummed. “I figure it’s a darn good reason for such a strange thing.”

The earpiece clicked off. Sonny started laughing.

“Classic Lumen,” she fizzed cheerfully. “Ain’t much in this world that’ll faze that man.”

Nyota smiled. “That’s why he is my second in command.”

Arjun was rubbing at his scruff again though, and frowning. “Hate to burst your bubble, ma’am, but we’re still not in the clear. Someone will have to stay close to the gate.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder toward the entrance. “Don’t trust this place to leave the transmitter alone if we just drop it there.”

That did burst the bubble. Nyota had realized it, but hearing it aloud brought the thoughts all shoving for attention. “I do not want to split up, either,” she said. “It will be unsafe for whoever stays behind.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Sonny said. She puffed up a little, glowing warm and bright. “I’ll stay here. I’ve been in worse scrapes, right? Besides, it doesn’t look too bad anyhow, out here.”

Nyota floundered a little in the face of Sonny’s determination. She knew from Lumen’s cautions that it was hard to change the girl’s mind once she set it to anything. Warnings or thoughts of danger had little effect. “You will get bored out here,” she tried.

Arrowmail scuffed a foot on the stone. “Helpful. I could stay with her,” he offered. He put a hand on the sword at his hip. “If anything comes to bother us, I can at least buy time for you to come help. I have gotten better at fighting.”

Defeated, Nyota raised her hands in surrender. “Very well. Just be careful, both of you. It seems safe enough here, but seeming is not always being, do you understand?”

Sonny cheerily saluted her. Arrowmail followed suit a moment later with a quiet clink. “Sure thing, ma’am,” the novakid said. “We’ll keep it on the down low, don’t you worry.”

“Good.” Nyota turned her earpiece back on to bring Lumen up to speed.

His first response was a very static-loaded sigh. “Dangit, lil’ Glowbug. I know the pair of ya wouldn’t mind a romantic getaway an’ all, but ya could pick a safer spot than this. Could hook ya up proper with some nice colony barkeep pals or somethin’.”

“Lumen!” Sonny flared almost blindingly bright and fizzed sharp enough to make the earpiece whine over his chuckles. “It ain’t that! We’re workin’ hard here.”

“Sure, sure,” he hummed as Nyota stifled her own laugh. “I believe ya. Still, ain’t no harm in mixin’ work with pleasure as long as ya can get both done. Keep them senses sharp though, Glowbug,” he warned, humor fading. “We still don’t know what was behind the drone that hurt Hadley. Might be malfunction, might be more’n that. I’ll keep the comms open, ol’ Ferny and I are just a buzz away. We’re here for ya.”

“Thanks, Lumen,” Sonny said, quieter as the mood sobered. She didn’t’ stay somber for too long. “Well, you heard the fella, ma’am. We’re okay. Go have fun crackin’ this place open, why don’t ya?”

Nyota accepted her loss gracefully and turned back toward the ice room. “Very well. We’ll stay in touch. Arjun, you’re with me.”

Arjun nodded and followed after her. “Yes, ma’am.”

#starbound #starbound fanfic #starbound fanfiction #writer on tumblr #writing #as long as we remember #arjun #arrowmail #sonny #arc two #nyota saimiri #lumen

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caratdeobii · 4 years

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pairing: lee jeno x reader

word count: 1.9k

genre: fluff; a little bit of angst, i guess?

warnings: mentions of alcohol and drinking (kids, don’t drink until you reach the legal drinking age)

note: not proofread, i love jeno so much and i have other wip scenarios for the rest of 00 line but i really miss this cute lil baby

the bass of the stereo beats simultaneously with your heart, the booming music obviously loud enough to shake your insides. it has been less than an hour since you arrived, and a total of four guys already came up to you to shoot their shot at you.

one of the fratboys - wooyoung, was it? - who hit on you earlier approaches a lost-looking and naive freshman by the couch. her face brightens up as he pulls a cheesy pick-up line, probably the same one he used on you (the did-it-hurt-when-you-fell-from-heaven one, it was lame), and it makes you scoff at how pathetic and desperate he appears.

he’d really stoop that low?

“that’s the first time i saw you willingly look at another human being for the entire night.” an amused voice muses from beside you.

you sigh loudly with an eye roll, knowing where this is going. but even before you could brush him off, he immediately explains himself. “i’m not here to get laid, don’t worry. i’m the designated driver. i just wanna talk to an actual human being who isn’t trying to feel me up.”

“yeah?” you hum, still a little suspicious.

“there’s a standee upstairs, you know? it took me half an hour to realize it was inanimate. and then some dude tried to feel me up when i went to the restroom to take a leak.” he sighs, shivering at the unfortunate memory. “and since i got here, you’ve already been staring at the same guy. please, it’s been an hour, it almost looks pitiful.”

“i thought you’re the dd?” you eye the red solo cup on his hand, ignoring his remarks.

“it’s just some diluted soda or whatever this is.” he defends, handing you the cup.

examining the contents with a small sniff, you take the cup and bring it to your lips. you confirm it’s diluted... something when your face twists in disgust. “what the hell is this?” you almost spit.

he laughs in satisfaction at your response, and takes his cup back when you practically shove it at him. “no idea, but i’ve been drinking it for almost two deadly hours.”

“has it been an hour already?” you ask, nodding your chin towards the guy you’ve been watching.

“yeah, more or less. d’you need some help?”

you stay silent for a couple of seconds, trying to decide whether or not you should tell a random stranger about why you’ve been eyeing the same guy for almost an hour. you throw reason out of the door and look up to tell him the truth. but damn is he attractive. “what’s your name?”

“hyunjin,” he smiles. “architecture major.”

“i’m y/n,” you introduce yourself. “and thanks, hyunjin, but it really isn’t like that.”

“but you’ve been staring at him for an hour, sis. a beautiful girl like you pining over some guy, that isn’t right.” he whines, bouncing slightly.

you grin at his childishness, “i’m not lying! i swear, jeno’s just a friend.”

“tell me more.” his eyes widen in anticipation.

“sorry, what?”

“you know? when did you realize you were in love with him? is there a bad guy in the story? why won’t you confess?” he asks all in one breath, prepared to listen with undivided attention.

you laugh out loud, “hyunjin, be honest. how many romcoms have you watched?”

he smiles sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck. “i, uh, none. i just thought...”

“well, here’s the thing.” you begin. “we’re already juniors in college but jeno still hasn’t been... out there, you know what i mean? he’s always been shy and reserved, too focused on his studies for the past two years that his best friend almost knelt in front of him to even come here tonight.” you tell hyunjin, recalling the way jaemin almost threw his dignity for jeno’s social life.

you met jeno during freshman year. you were in the same orientation group and the ol assigned you as buddies. the first few minutes were a little awkward, but the moment you asked him about pets, everything began looking up. in truth, he was your first college friend. you met jaemin, donghyuck, renjun and mark a week later, and the six of you became best friends. you and jeno, having the same major, became inseparable.

chenle and jisung came the following year. jisung shared the same major as you and jeno, and had been your tail since he got into the university. your friends joke about how you three look like a family, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

until jeno had a summer epiphany about being a little too introverted for his liking. he first told you about it, then jisung. the younger said he didn’t understand his dilemma, so jeno brought it up to jaemin, who told renjun, who said it to donghyuck, who relayed it to mark until everyone in your circle knew (chenle found out from jisung). talk about the grapevine.

the moment you all stepped foot on the uni, mark called in an emergency meeting. thus, the get-jeno-more-friends mission was born.

so, there you are.

“ah well, it’s a good thing seungeun isn’t shy.” hyunjin comments, his eyes on jeno and a girl, presumably seungeun. she places a hand on your friend’s bicep as she giggles.

a small feeling of protectiveness erupts across your chest and you almost march over them to pry her hand from your precious friend. however, one look at jaemin and donghyuck’s proud grins by the beer pong table, and you’re suddenly reminded why you even went here to begin with. it wasn’t for jeno to get laid, no, but it was for him to socialize and expand his circle. you went here to help him make more friends and it wasn’t difficult when almost every girl in the party wanted his attention. none of you were even surprised. he always had that innate charm with him and that eye smile can disarm a sniper in half a second. and you can’t deny how uneasy your stomach feels every time your friend actually laughs at whatever the girl says.

maybe jeno will be okay after all? you wonder to yourself when he spots you and smiles from the other side of the party. you don’t see the way his smile falters when his gaze flickers at hyunjin, who’s standing a little close to you.

“you sure you two don’t have some unresolved feelings in there?” hyunjin asks, obviously seeing the way jeno’s smile fades.

“i never said that.” you admit.

the truth is, you like jeno. and you always thought there was something going on between you two, until he told you about the summer epiphany. the way he said “i want to meet new people” just hit differently and somehow you begin to think you’re lacking as a best friend... and whatever.

“so, will you tell me the story?” he pouts.

“what do you wanna-” you begin, but get cut off by someone calling your name.

“y/n,” jeno calls.

you don’t notice the way hyunjin steps half a foot away from you and the girl, seungeun’s, glare. your eyes choose to see jeno only, and you have no idea how he managed to snap you away from reality by the familiar sound of your name.

“what are you doing here?” you ask, blinking.

“i-”

“hey, y/n. can i borrow your phone?” hyunjin cuts jeno off innocently. this time, you don’t miss the way your best friend frowns.

you give him a sharp look, “what?”

“i think my friends wanna go.” he nods towards a group of boys, one of them beckoning him over. “but i still wanna hear that story.”

“right.” you nod, handing him your phone. none of you notice how jeno’s jaw clench when your and hyunjin’s fingers brush. hyunjin punches his number in and gives it back with a sweet smile.

“it’s nice to meet you, y/n.”

“you, too. keep in touch.” you genuinely say. the exchange might be brief, but you actually like him and would love to keep in touch with him.

he joins his friends and with one salute towards you, their group leave the premises.

“so...” jeno starts. “hyunjin, huh?”

you give him a look, “you know him?”

“everyone knows him.” he rolls his eyes. “he’s like, the prince or whatever it is they call him.”

“huh,” you blink. “i had no idea.”

“and you guys say i’m the asocial one.”

this time, you roll your eyes. “how’s seungeun?” you manage to ask without bitterness dripping on your tone. “she okay?”

“i guess?”

“you guess?” you echo in disbelief. “honey, she’s gorgeous. i’d kill for that hair.”

“what’s wrong with your hair? i like your hair.” jeno says, looking straight into your eyes. “and she’s not my type.”

“jen, i have ten thousand split ends.” you deadpan, ignoring the way your chest inflates after he said she isn’t his type.

“where’s the fun of running my fingers through your hair if there aren’t any obstacles?” he grins, his eyes forming into your favorite crescents.

it catches you off guard for a whole minute. your chest feels a little heavy when you think about having to share them with other people. selfish, they’d say, but you want it all to yourself.

hell, you want lee jeno all to yourself - the eye smile and the mole underneath it, the dry sense of humor, the blinding eyeglasses of his, the confused eh’s, the pouts - everything.

you want him. all of him.

“so, uh, what’s the story hyunjin’s talking about?” you don’t realize you’re staring until he speaks again, his eyes a little pink from your gaze.

“why did you want to make new friends?” you suddenly blurt out. “are we not enough?”

“what?”

“never mind, i’m just being-”

“i don’t want you to feel suffocated of me.” he explains, eyes downcast. you suddenly feel bad for pressuring him to tell you, but you can’t bring yourself to stop him. the way he says ‘you’ makes your heart beat five times faster than usual. “you’re easy to make friends and you have lots of them. but i only have you, and it must be tiring. all of you must be really exhausted.”

oh.

all.

of.

you.

he means it collectively, idiot.

you compose yourself quicker than you expected as you reach a comforting hand on his shoulder. “jen, we won’t ever be tired of you.”

“i just don’t want you to think i’m too clingy or pathetic, y/n.” he sighs.

“we don’t think you’re pathetic. jisung and chenle look up to you, jen. jaemin adores-”

“i meant you.” he admits. “every time i see you out, guys are flanking all over you. they’re head-over-heels for you. even tonight. five guys, y/n. five guys came up to you. one of them even got your number. who am i to compete with hyunjin?”

“you’ve been watching me.” you state a little absentmindedly.

“i don’t mean to, but i can’t help it. not when you’re looking like that.” he groans, his hand going through his hair in frustration.

“ask me about the story hyunjin wanted to hear.”

“what?” he asks, confused.

“ask me again, jeno.”

he blinks, and it takes a few seconds for him to catch on. he smiles, his eyes - god, his eyes - forming into crescents, before he steps closer.

“what story was hyunjin talking about?”

“he wanted to know the story about how i fell in love with you.” you say.

you don’t even know how it’s possible, but his smile widens before he puts his lips on yours.

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avengemebuckyy · 5 years

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Statuesque 👠

Summary:

‘“Uh, no, I can work on your arm.” You say, standing up. Your heart drops.

You’re taller than him.

You’re taller than him.’

or: You haven’t had the best of luck when it comes to dating. You don’t think Bucky will be any different.

Author’s note: This is a Bucky x tall fem reader. As a tall girl I kind of can’t relate when fanfics describe the reader being dwarfed by the love interest. I’m two inches away from six foot so I’m more likely to dwarf them. Especially in heels. So I thought it would be interesting to do Bucky with a tall girl. A really tall girl. I’ll do tags in a reblog since I don’t know if it’s safe to add links yet. Someone let me know if it’s safe lmao.

warnings: none

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“Thank you, sweetheart.” Bucky says shooting Clemence a knee weakening smile. Clemence giggles, tossing her shiny chocolate hair over her shoulders.

“No problem Sargent,” she purrs, leaning in slightly. Bucky had come in for his regular tune up on his arm. With strict instructions from Shuri the engineers working under the reformed Avengers had been preforming monthly tests to make sure Bucky’s arm was functioning properly. However recently the head engineer, Folashade, had been experimenting with some new functions for Bucky’s arm so he had been coming in weekly instead of monthly. Not like anyone on your all female team was complaining.

Whenever Bucky came into the workshop all productivity screeched to a halt. Even now you could see your coworkers not-so-subtly staring Bucky down. Not that you could blame them. The man was gorgeous. His brown hair looked absolutely touchable and the perfect amount of stubble lined his sharp jaw. But it really was his eyes and mouth that could do a girl in. Bucky’s eyes were large and piercing, even a simple glance from him seemed to be intense. And his mouth- it wasn’t necessarily his lips- although they were perfectly pouty, but rather his words that would make women melt. Apparently once he had been different, you had heard from some techs, silent and withdrawn, guarded and jumpy. But that was before your time. You had only been hired a few months ago, and the Bucky you knew was a massive flirt.

But under his smooth exterior signs of the broken and put back together man showed through. You could see it in the way he’d tense whenever touched him, how he constantly seemed to be scanning the room, how he’d always be checking the entrances and exits, and in the way he’d avoid looking at his reflection in the full length mirror next to the table whenever he’d get his arm worked on.

Clemence closes up the panel on Bucky’s arm and shoots him a gleaming white smile that would have melted a lesser man. But Bucky simply rolls down his sleeve and gets up from the work table.

“It’s been a pleasure as always, ladies” He says giving a charming smile and heading out the door. As soon as the door closes girlish sighs erupt around the room.

“Is it just me or is he getting hotter and hotter?” Vanessa says fanning herself.

“He is,” Clemence says, smirking

“Clemence I can’t believe you got to work on him two times in a row!” Vanessa says and the other girls mutter their agreement.

“What can I say,?” Clemence says inspecting her perfectly manicured nails-which always stayed perfectly manicured no matter what kind of project she was working on.

“You smug bitch- I’m taking your stick out of the drawing next time.” Brittney calls out laughing. Every time Bucky was due to come into the workroom there was a drawing to see who would get to work on him.

You allow yourself to smirk at the girl’s lascivious comments for a moment before blocking them out and returning to your work. You hadn’t even written your name on a popsicle stick to be drawn. After all you were realistic. You would leave girls like Vanessa, Clemence and Ayesha to fight for Bucky’s affection. They were all beautiful, the type of girls who would be in the running to capture such a man’s attention. You on the other hand weren’t even in the race. Life had taught you that soon enough. Failed dates, dances where you did nothing but sit on the sidelines, girls nights out were every one of your friends got chatted up except you. You think your height is partially to blame. You were very tall. Taller than most women and even a lot of men. Even the men that were taller than you seemed to gravitate towards the cute, petite girls.

You eye Clemence’s tiny frame and hold back a sigh. The tallest girl in the workroom besides you was 5”5. You always felt gigantic around them. Unfeminine. In your personal life you feel that you had to compensate, and usually you do by dressing extra girly. But all engineers must wear the same army green jumpsuit when working. The other girls look cute in theirs while you feel like you look like a burly mechanic. You look at the time.

“I’m gonna take my lunch now guys” You say, standing up from your worktable.

“Okay, just be sure to back by 1pm, I want us to start on the launcher then.” Clemence says turning around. “Wow. You know sometimes I forget how tall you are,” she says looking up at you.

“Okay.” You reply, giving a tight nod and heading out of the room.

A week later you’re sitting out at your usual picnic table. You almost always take your lunch breaks alone. Work just requires so much brain power and digestion of information that you sometimes feel that your head is going to explode. So during your lunch break you like to sit alone and decompress. Usually you listen to music but recently you’ve started a book. A deep voice startles you, but you can’t quite make out the words that were said. You look up and are met with Bucky Barnes’ piercing gaze.

“Huh?” you say, feeling like a deer in headlights.

“I said do you mind if I sit here?”

“Uh, no, go ahead,” You say and look back down at your book. You stare at the pages, not comprehending anything. Finally you give into the urge and look up at Bucky. He’s calmly unwrapping a sub, looking delectable as ever in a tight navy long sleeve that shows off every contour of his biceps.

“What’cha reading?” he asks, taking a bite of his sub and looking at you.

“Girl in the snow, it’s a murder mystery.” You reply, eyes darting back down to the page.

“Interesting. To be honest I thought you’d be reading some book on engineering.”

You look up at him and find him smirking at you.

“No way! I eat out here to get away from work. Sometimes after being in the workroom for too long I feel like my brain’s fried.”

“I get that.” Bucky chuckles “I mean love the guy but if I had to listen to Steve practicing his inspirational speech one more time I’m pretty sure my head would explode.”

You giggle at the thought of the Captain practicing his renowned speeches.

“How many times does he usually practice his speeches?”

Bucky groans “At least 10 times.” He leans forward and in a conspiratory whisper says: “Frankly I think he just loves the sound of his own voice.”

The next day Bucky sits down with you when you take your lunch. And the day after that. And the day after that. After the second day you don’t even bother opening your book. You find it so easy to talk to Bucky. He makes you laugh with his sly sense of humor and surprisingly the two of you have a lot of things in common, you find you have to pull yourself away from the table at the end of your breaks.

At the end of the week as you listen to the girls drawing sticks, you can feel your heart rate picking up. You know it’s only been a few days and you don’t want to even admit it to yourself but you’re developing quite the crush on Bucky Barnes.

“Vanessa’s got it.”

Disappointed groans sound out from across the workroom.

“At least tell me you’re gonna be working on his upper arm today,” Brittany says. Vanessa picks up Bucky’s file and flips through it.

“We’re in luck ladies, today is the upper plates!” whistles sound out across the room. Upper arm means Bucky has to take off his shirt. You contemplate taking your lunch right now. You don’t think you’ll be able to sit and watch Vanessa charm Bucky. Vanessa always had the male agents drooling whenever they come into the workshop to be fitted with new weapons. Her chic jet black pixie and curvy petite frame seems to be like catnip to men.

Just as you’re about to step outside, the door opens and Bucky enters the workroom.

“Good afternoon” he greets, looking around the workroom.

“Afternoon, Sergeant Barnes,” Vanessa says, smiling widely. “I’ll be working on your arm today.”

Normally Bucky just nods and heads over to the worktable. But today he pauses.

“Actually I was hoping that y/n would be able to work on my arm today.” Every head in the workroom whips towards you. You look up, shocked. Bucky walks towards you, stopping in front of your table.

“Unless she’s too busy for lil’ ol’ me.” The soldier gives you a teasing smile.

“Uh, no, I can work on your arm.” You say, standing up. Your heart drops.

You’re taller than him.

You suddenly realize that you’ve never stood next to Bucky. He always came to the picnic table when you were sitting down and you always left him sitting at the table. You had always been sitting at your worktable when he came in to get his arm tuned up and you had never interacted with him besides those moments.

You’re only taller by an inch or two but you know when it comes to guys it might as well be a foot. If you had any chance with Bucky before it was officially shot. You struggle to keep your face composed. Bucky seems unware of your internal struggle, shooting you a panty dropping smile and turning to walk towards the worktable.

You can feel every eye boring into you as you take the file from Vanessa and skim over it.

“I’ll be working on the front panel of your upper arm today, I’m going to be running through the flexion capabilities of the plates.”

Bucky nods, eyes never leaving your face.

“I-um I’m gonna need you to take off your shirt if you don’t mind.” You stammer and Bucky smirks. You can’t even enjoy this moment because you’re still fixated on the fact that you’re taller than Bucky. Normally you can tell within moments whether a guy is taller than you, even if you’re sitting down. Like a snake measuring it’s prey before devouring it. But you had been so taken by Bucky you didn’t even think about his height. You’ll admit, you’d always loved the idea of having a tall boyfriend, but if you were honest with yourself it was more so to fit in with society than your own personal mandate. But it didn’t matter in the end, most guys wouldn’t even entertain the thought of being with a girl taller than them.

Your thoughts are broken by the sound of Bucky pulling off his long sleeved shirt. You hear some muffled sighs and one ‘damn!’ followed by hushes and giggles.

Bucky is stacked. Every agent you’ve worked with is in shape, but the super soldier is on another level. Bulging defined muscles line every inch of his frame and broad shoulders taper down into a slim waist. You’re so busy staring you almost miss the nervous look in Bucky’s eye. You’re confused for a moment before you realize. You look at his shoulder, where the metal arm fuses with his shoulder. Even Shuri’s genius and the Wakandan doctor’s groundbreaking treatments hadn’t been able to heal the angry raised scars that covered his shoulder. You place a gentle hand on his shoulder, and rather than tensing Bucky seems to relax into your touch, his face relaxing too.

“Well just give me a moment to grab the tools and we’ll get started.” You say smiling at him and gently rubbing his shoulder. “It should give the ladies enough time to pick their jaws up off the floor.”

Laughter sounds out from around the workroom and Bucky joins in, fixing you with a full, happy smile.

Two weeks later you’re eating lunch with Bucky. It’s become routine for him to join you and you find your heart fluttering every time you catch his silhouette heading towards your table. A foreign sort of hope has started blossoming in your chest. ‘Maybe he kind of likes me? In that way?’

“Can I ask you a question?” he says suddenly, after you finish telling him about a new TV series you’ve started.

“No. People who like pineapple on pizzas are not allowed to ask me questions.” You say keeping your face straight. Bucky makes a expression of mock-hurt and whines your name.

“Come on, sugar, can you make an exception for me?”

You pretend to think for a moment.

“I guess. But you’re on thin ice Barnes.”

Bucky smiles and you try to ignore how your heart jumps.

“Say, what kind of flowers do dames like nowadays?”

You feel your heart drop.

What kind of flowers do dames like nowadays?

Dames. Not you.

Of course. Why hadn’t you seen it clearly? You’d been in this situation before. Guys always seemed to gravitate towards you when they needed help approaching someone else. ‘Who was it?’ you wondered for a moment. Clemence? Ayesha? Vanessa? Most likely Vanessa. It didn’t matter. You knew what was coming next, questions on how to woo his love interest and the cold shoulder once he succeeded.

You should have kept your feelings under control.

‘Fix your face’ you think to yourself and struggle to not let your emotions show.

“Well roses are always a hit.” You say, giving a smile that you hope doesn’t look pained “Although bouquets of roses and daises are popular nowadays. I thought it was an odd combination at first, but they do look really pretty…” your voice trails off. Bucky nods.

“Thanks sugar, I’ll keep that in mind” Bucky says giving you a soft smile. For a moment the two of you just look at each other. You feel yourself getting swept away in his gaze again.

‘Stop’ you tell yourself. ‘It’s no use anyway’

“Well, it’s time for me to head back.” You say standing and gathering your things.

‘You need to start cutting him off. Before it hurts too much to do so.’

Over the next two weeks you avoid Bucky best you can. You take your lunch in other places most days, in various spots so Bucky won’t find you. Still, you don’t want to seem like you’re avoiding him so you work on him when he comes into the workroom and asks for you and you sit at your usual spot two days out of those weeks, blaming work for your repeated absence. When you do take lunch with him you try to be impersonal in order to stop your feelings from deepening any further. But even in the short time you’ve come to know him Bucky Barnes is a hard man to forget.

By the end of the third week you’re sitting under a large tree on the compound, eating your lunch. You’re in the middle of taking a massive bite of the puff pastry you packed when you notice two worn leather boots in your line of sight.

You look up and are met with Bucky Barnes’ piercing gaze.

“Hey,” he says

“Hey,” you reply, quickly shoving the rest of your pastry in your mouth , so you don’t have to say much else before you make your escape.

“Um so I was just actually heading out-“ you say quickly packing up your lunch box and standing. Bucky says your name softly, and something in his voice makes you pause. He sounds almost hurt.

“Are you avoiding me sugar?”

“N-no- of course not,” you stammer “But I really must be going-“ you say starting to walk away.

“Wait!” Bucky grasps your arm and you’re surprised by how gentle his touch is. He releases you and starts to shuffle his feet a bit.

“I-uh needa ask you something.”

“Sure,” you say, voice clipped. Internally you wilt, knowing a question on how to romance one of your coworkers is coming next.

“I was just wonderin’ if maybe you’d fancy going with me to Stark’s party next week. As my date. And uh maybe I can take you out to dinner beforehand?”

You just stare at Bucky for a moment shocked. ‘He’s asking me out?’

“Of course it’s alright if you don’t want to.” He says a blush working it’s way up his neck. The gears in your mind are slowly starting to turn. ‘Doesn’t he care about the height thing?’

“It doesn’t bother you?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You curse internally. ‘Maybe he hasn’t even noticed?’

“What?” Bucky asks looking adorably confused. You take a deep breath before deciding to say it. Better you know now rather than find out when he asks you to not wear heels.

“That I’m taller than you.” You mumble feeling embarrassed. Bucky looks at you for a moment before breaking out into a beautiful laugh, all full lips and white teeth.

“No, why would it?”

“ It’s just that most other guys seem to have a problem with my height.” You say looking down at your shoes.

“I never much cared about a gal’s height, it more mattered to me that she looked good.” Bucky steps closer, smirking “And might I say you are the best looking dame I’ve ever seen.”

You can’t contain your giggle at that “Stop flattering me Barnes.”

“There’s nothing to flatter sugar, I’m just speaking the God-honest truth.” Bucky says, leaning even closer, until you feel that you might due to his nearness. He smells indescribably good. Pine mixed with almost a smoky scent. “ ‘Sides I like your height. It’s sexy. Makes you look like some typa goddess or something.”

You can’t do anything but smile like an idiot.

“Shut up, Bucky,” you say turning your face away giggling.

“But I can’t, not when I’m around you,” he says smiling at you. He places a hand on your hip and gently urges you closer. You comply. “So, whattdaya say?”

“Yes.” You say still grinning. Bucky smiles back, smile threatening to overtake his entire face.

“Well that’s the best news I’ve heard in a while,” he says and steps backwards. For the first time you notice one of his hands is behind his back. “ You know, I have on good authority that these-“ he pulls his hand from behind his back and reveals a large bouquet of roses and daises “are the types of flowers dames like nowadays.”

You can’t help squealing a little bit. “You’re so corny” you say giggling “You’re lucky I like that.”He hands you the flowers and offers you his arm, taking your lunch bag for you. You clasp his bicep and the two of you start walking towards the compound.

“You know the only thing that would make this better would be if you wore those red heels of yours on our date.”

“When have you seen me wear heels?” you ask looking at him, surprised. You wore flat boots to work every day. Blush tinges Bucky’s neck again.

“The last company party.” You remember that party, it was a few months ago, a couple of weeks after you’d been hired. You normally stuck to flats but that night you’d been brave enough to wear a beautiful pair of fire engine red heels. But after the tenth ‘Why are you wearing heels? You’re already so tall?’ you had left early with one of your friends who was trying to dodge her agent ex. Bucky clears his throat “I’m not gonna lie, I’ve been plotting on you for a while now, sugar.” He runs a hand through his hair.

“Hmm…” you pretend to think, “I guess I can grant your request.”

Bucky grins at you, winding his arm around your waist.

“Well this day just keeps on getting better and better.”

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kookadoodle · 5 years

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Missing Pants (Finale)

PLOT: Y/N tries to stay out of trouble while living at the Bangtan frat house.

PAIRING: Yoongi x reader (ft. the other boys) GENRE: comedy, fluff, Fratboy!AU WARNINGS: drinking, suggestive smut and stuff WORDCOUNT: 6.6k A/N: last part guys, let’s get it x

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The pounding sound of the beats seep through the floor, and you groan, turning up the volume of your TV. You do not know when you turned old, but for the first time, you find yourself considering grabbing a broom and knocking on the ceiling. Not that it has ever worked in the history of the world, but it is tempting. If not only to display your frustration with the noise. Despite the disturbing sounds, you manage to hear your growling stomach calling for snacks, and you realize that you forgot to make popcorn for the movie. It actually feels like a betrayal on your part. You might only be in a t-shirt and underwear, but you are simply too lazy to put on pants only to take them off again once you come back down. And let us be honest, it is not exactly the first time you have wandered around the house without pants on. It is actually what started all of this, ending with you living in the basement of the Bangtan frat house. So, when you think about it, good things usually come out of you not wearing pants. And if the boys were honest, they would agree, you are sure.

With your hair in a bun and your legs bare, you make your way upstairs, entering the party space and receiving looks from the very start. But most of the partiers are too drunk and entertained to truly question your questionable state. The music is even louder up here, which you had not thought possible, and the sweaty bodies surround you, making you wince. It might have been a day or two since you showered, meaning you probably are not as clean as you could be, but you do not need to get dirtier from spilled alcohol or other people’s sweat on your skin. Dodging as much contact as you can, you reach the kitchen and pull out a drawer to reveal the popcorn packs. You pull one out, finding a strip of tape on the pack with Jungkook’s name on it. You shake your head disapprovingly. He really has become possessive over his things after you moved in, labeling all of his stuff. It might be because he found out that you had been using his shampoo and that he thinks you sometimes use his toothbrush (which is a lie… or maybe it was that one time…), but you only find it ridiculous. The boy is just too sensitive. It is not like a piece of tape with his name on is going to stop you anyway. On the contrary for that matter. It only tempts you further, wanting to bother him. The popcorn might be his, but the opportunity to tease him is yours, and therefore, you must grab it. You have to push a random couple out of the way mid-make-out since they are blocking access to the microwave. You start pushing at the boy’s back to get them to move, yet it startles him and makes him break the kiss from the surprise. He turns around, and you tighten your grip on the pack, realizing that you are about to get caught red-handed, stealing his snacks. His precious popcorn, nonetheless. “What?” Jungkook says with furrowed brows when he realizes that you are the one interrupting. His gaze immediately drops to your hands, and he notices what you feared that he would. He lifts his eyes again, locking them with yours, expression unreadable. “What do you think you are doing?” he asks calmly. Even though he keeps face, you know that he is pissed already. You fight back the smile that threatens to escape, knowing you will only provoke him if you let it slip across your lips. Without a response from you, his eyes wander back down to check again that it is, in fact, his snacks you are hogging, but to his surprise, something else steals his attention. Your bare legs. Once again, you are indecent, exposing yourself to the world, and having come to know you, Jungkook is not still hit by an urge to look away, but more to cover you up, caused by his growing protectiveness towards you. “Jesus, Y/N. Why aren’t you wearing pants?” he asks with a sigh, tilting his head in frustration and furrowing his brows. It is almost hilarious how the boys are always more affected by your undressed state than you have ever been. Especially this boy. From his movement, you get a peek at the girl behind him, who is waiting for their session to heat back up. Jungkook has seemingly forgotten her for a moment, but you have not. For once, another girl is actually an advantage for you. “Kookie, you should be used to seeing me without pants on after all those times,” you say, stepping a bit closer to him with a flirtatious smile that does not go unnoticed by her. “It cannot really come as a surprise,” you add, placing a hand on his chest that makes his eyes widen in shock. You want to burst out laughing at the thought of you actually flirting with the maknae, and the look on his pale face is almost too humorous to ignore. But if you want him to leave and let you hog his popcorn, you have to create a diversion - drama. Just as you had hoped, the girl seems displeased with the statement and huffs, stomping off with irritation. Fuckboys never last when exposed. Jungkook notices, and it only takes a few seconds for him to realize your ploy. Seeing the realization on his face, your laugh can no longer be contained. The boy sighs. “Seriously? You’re cock-blocking me now?” he asks, furrowing his brows at you. You feign innocence, yet your smile gives you away. Jungkook shakes his head disappointingly. Having come to know Jungkook, you know that he has a certain reputation to obtain, and having a girl spread rumors about him being a dick is not beneficial. He has to go explain to the girl and cannot stay here to scold you on stealing from him. Jungkook walks away with a sigh to look for her, while you finally get clear access to the microwave. Now you can pop your popcorn in peace. Well, Jungkook’s popcorn, but popcorn, nonetheless.

You shut the door behind you, closing off the party once again to your pounding ears as you return to the basement. Bowl in hand, you make your way down the stairs and get settled before the TV, starting your show back up. The blanket you cuddle under is soft, and the bowl is warm in your lap from the heated snacks it contains. You are still having trouble hearing the TV, but at least now it is not from the music upstairs but from the sound of your own chewing since it is loud enough to even block out the party. A few scenes later, the music suddenly gets louder as the door to the basement is opened. You look over your shoulder towards the staircase as you hear the door being closed again. It is almost a bit creepy, sitting there and waiting for whoever it is to reveal themselves, but you can hear their steps as they make their way down. A pair of worn-out sneakers is the first thing you see before ripped jeans, a black hoodie, and a familiar face of indifference. The one and only lil meow meow, dashing as ever. “Yoongi, are you still alive? Have the alcoholic zombies not puked on you yet?” you ask dramatically, faking surprise. The boy scoffs. He sits down on the couch next to you to rest his weary bones. The boy does nothing but sleep, so it is inevitable that his body is a bit frail. You sense something in his silence. “Were you just upstairs without pants on?” Yoongi asks with a stale expression. The thought is not surprising to him at all. “Is Jungkook a snitch?” you say back, wanting him to answer his own question. Yoongi smiles faintly. “You really don’t care what people think, huh?” he asks, yet he knows that you do not. You have too few boundaries to. “We both don’t,” you say, stuffing your mouth with popcorn. Yoongi agrees. “So, what are we watching?” he asks, leaning back and grabbing a handful from the bowl. The party upstairs carries on, but neither of you feels excluded. You would both just rather be here. Yoongi is close and you cannot resist the urge. You lean in and rest your head on his shoulder, knowing he will not mind. Yoongi might have a little frame and a sharp tongue at times, but he is the softest boy that has ever been. Your head fits perfectly into the crook of his neck, and it is your favorite place to be. He takes the bowl from you and places it on his own lap, knowing you will want to cuddle into him, but still keep the snacks close. You can finally put your arm around him and cuddle your whole frame against his. He might not say, but he likes the comfort just as much as you. However, you are still the only one allowed into his personal space like this. “You smell nice,” you say softly, and the salt on his tongue is outweighed by the sweetness of just one statement. With that, you still manage to surprise. “Thanks, I showered today,” Yoongi says. In fact, he showered for the party that he just skipped for you, but he does not mind. “Do you use Jungkook’s soap too?” you ask as you recognize the scent. It is the same as the one you have been stealing from. He shakes his head. “Nah,” Yoongi says. “I use Jin-hyung’s,” he adds, making you snort. The two of you really are alike.

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You hear someone yell from the other end of the house, and you almost drop your hairbrush from the shock. It sounded like one of the boys, but you cannot quite determine which one, despite having lived with them for a while now. To be honest, you are not even sure what all of their names are still. Not being able to put a face to the disturbing sound, and also having a curiosity that will never leave you alone, you decide to explore. You put down the hairbrush on the dresser and make your way towards the ruckus. “What’s going on?” you ask as you step inside the room. It is two of the boys, Taehyung and Seokjin. They both look over at you standing in the doorframe to the former’s room. Seokjin has a frown on his face and his hands on his waist, seeming frustrated for some reason. Taehyung has heard your question but decides to keep quiet. Maybe because he does not know what to say. “Tae has been cutting lectures for three days now,” Seokjin states firmly. The younger one sighs with a tight smile. As you come to think of it, you have been wondering about the noises, you have heard over the last few days, where you had feared that the house was haunted. Really, it was just Taehyung all along. Makes sense. “And now he has been called in for a chat with the dean,” Seokjin adds. He is clearly disappointed by his friend, which is really only a sign of his care and concern. “I don’t want to chat with him, he is mean. And what will we even talk about?” Taehyung says, looking at you. He does not hold fear in his eyes at all. Your mind takes a second to realize that the boy does not know what the talk with the dean will entail. He thinks that it is some sort of social call or something, which will really work against him if he goes there with ignorance. If you are called in, at least come prepared. You know that much from experience. “What if I come with you? I’ll help smooth it all out,” you offer. You have not done much outside the house, so maybe it will be good to get out a bit. Even if it means talking to Mr. Hayes about Taehyung’s undoubtedly laziness. Right now, you have no idea how to help, but you bet, it will come to you. Fingers crossed, though. “Really? Thanks, Y/N, that would be cool. Then it won’t be so awkward,” Taehyung says. Seokjin seems fine with the idea as well. Probably because he thinks that you will not be able to screw it up more than Taehyung would on his own. He really does not know you that well after all.

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It is weird to step back into the dean’s office after all those months away. It is almost a nostalgic memory, you think. Taehyung follows you inside, already passing the torch to you from the beginning. You did tell him to leave it to you and do very little of the talking. All those tv shows you have watched about law taught you to represent your client this way. Especially, when he is a little bit unforeseeable and very likely to mess up on his own if he is allowed to speak. “Please, take a seat,” Mr. Hayes says, gesturing to the chairs before his desk by which he places himself down as well. Both you and Taehyung do, sitting down across from the dean. “I called you in to talk about how you are doing,” Mr. Hayes begins. You let Taehyung answer this one, giving him a chance before jumping in and also giving yourself a better understanding of his thoughts on this meeting. As expected, he has not had many of those circling in his head. “Uh, I’m doing good. I do have a bit of a dry throat, though, I could use some water,” Taehyung answers, scratching at his jaw mindlessly. The dean does not seem that pleased with the boy’s response, having expected a more elaborate and sincere excuse. “Yes, but you haven’t been here for a few days, so could you maybe explain to me why that is?” he says, ignoring Taehyung’s request. Normally, you would find it a bit rude to not offer him something to drink, but knowing Taehyung, you can imagine why. The boy is a bit of a procrastinator. “Honestly, I just didn’t really feel li...,” Taehyung starts but you quickly interrupt him. “Tae, why don’t you go get some water for your throat? You sound a bit scratchy,” you say. The boy seems a bit surprised but discards it quickly as his mind is distracted by the thought of the refreshment. He nods as he rises from his seat, stepping out to get some water in the hall. The dean seems even further displeased. “Mr. Hayes, I apologize for Taehyung’s absence, yet with his condition, I am hoping that you will go easy on him this time. I will personally make sure that he gets back on track, if you do,” you say, letting the lie spill. It is easier for you than one might think. Not to brag, but you have experience in this area. “Condition?” the dean asks, focusing on the particular word that you hoped he would. “Yes, you see. Taehyung is a bit slow, so he needs a little help staying on course at times,” you add, further elaborating. You smile with your eyes, hoping to show candor despite your lack of it. Thinking back to the time where the boy went to his lectures for a week without his pants on, you have a good feeling about this. The dean will probably find the excuse likely in Taehyung’s case. “Oh, yes,” Mr. Hayes says as his frown lights up. “That does explain a lot,” he states. Taehyung comes back with a paper cup in his hand, sitting back down beside you, unknowing of what you have just said about him. The dean seems deep in thought. “I have decided to wait on taking action, but I will not be as understanding next time, so please do not give me reasons to call you in again,” Mr. Hayes says, cutting Taehyung some slack. The boy is surprised, and honestly, you are as well, but you are better at hiding it. Despite Taehyung, your surprise is not as easily read across your face. “Of course not, Mr. Hayes. Thank you,” you say, rising from your seat and shaking his hand. Taehyung does the same, and you quickly leave his office to avoid him changing his mind. “That went great,” the boy says when the door is closed. “Thanks, Y/N,” he adds and gives you a quick hug. You smile at him a bit strained. “Yeah, no problem,” you state back hesitantly, knowing you might have gotten him off the hook for now. However, it could cause a bit of trouble in the future, but you have a feeling that Taehyung will be able to pull it off, even without knowing what to portray as. Something makes you believe that it will come to him naturally.

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The whole house is quiet, and you try not to make a sound, carefully stepping on the floorboards to avoid them creaking. The boys held a secret meeting last week without you, voting on whether you should be allowed to go for night-snacking in the kitchen. Apparently, they think you are “an uncontrollable thief” and “eating them out of the house”, but the guys have to chill. It is mostly Jungkook’s words anyway, and you have already established dominance between the two of you. It is clearly you that wears the pants. Or doesn’t wear the pants? you are not sure if that saying fits as much as you would like, but the point stands. If your current ninja-like state says anything about the results of the boys’ sneaky voting, it mostly says that you respect them enough to do it without their knowledge. Compromise, one might call it. As stealthy as one can be in the late hour, walking around in the dark, you finally make your way to the fridge. Opening it up, the bright light gleams upon your face with a familiar coolness against your skin. Oh, how good it feels to be home, you think to yourself. You grab a chocolate pudding that Hoseok undoubtedly is planning to save for tomorrow, but being such a cutesy, bubbly, ray of sunlight that he is, you just cannot help yourself but steal from him. Yes, you are the devil, now move on kids. Grabbing a spoon, you let yourself dig into the chocolatey sweetness that never fails to please. It is better than se-- “Y/N?” a groggy voice asks innocently from behind you. Oh no. You slowly turn around, not even bothering to hide the stolen goods in your hands. Your eyes fall onto the sleepy figure in the doorway, covered in his blue and yellow pajamas. So soft and calm that he is, you almost wish you could order a pocket-size version of him online and carry him around with you. At first, you thought Jimin was a total fuck-boy, but with time he has shown his more innocent sides, and you truly adore him and his puffy cheeks. It might have something to do with his recent demeanor, seeming to have cut down on the sexual remarks. Why? You are not sure. “Timothy, why are you still up?” you ask, and the nickname that still causes confusion makes him pout. Yet he is too tired to correct you right now. “I can’t sleep,” he states with a sigh that lets his shoulders drop. He does not even have the energy to scold you for stealing Hoseok’s beloved pudding, but you do not think that Jimin has even had many objections about you. He is not as strict as some of the others have been. “Go upstairs and lay down, I’ll warm you some milk,” you say sweetly to the boy, who is clearly about to go out of his mind from tossing and turning. You see it in his reddened eyes. “Okay, thanks, Y/N,” he says back without objection, kind of liking the sound of your motherly approach. You finish the pudding before you are pouring a cup of milk and placing it in the microwave to heat it up. For this, you are not afraid to be a little noisy. The guys could never scold you for taking care of Park Jimin, the little mochi boy. You bring the heated milk with you upstairs, finding his room with ease after having spent so much time in the house by now. He is sitting up against the headboard of his bed, waiting for you underneath the soft cover of his duvet. “Here you go,” you say calmly as you hand him the cup. His hands feel the warmth through the porcelain, and he licks his plump lips before taking a sip. “Ah, that’s good,” he says, and a smile of contentment rests on his face. “I’m really glad you moved in with us,” Jimin then states, looking at you with eyes that only hold love for you now. Not a flirtatious or romantic kind of love, but a friendly kind of love as you hold for him. As you do all the boys. Except one that pulls a bit differently at your heartstrings, playing them as the sweetest melodic sound. You almost want to barf at the cheesiness, but it is true. Damn you, Min Yoongi. “I knew you’d be,” you say with a cockiness that entertains him, causing his grin. “The other guys are too, you know,” he adds to his statement, knowing that they might have been a little harsh on you while you have been living here. He wants to assure you that you are not bothering them as they might make it seem at times. All seven of them have grown protective over you, and the vibe of the group just would not be the same if you left. You nod at his words while your eyes drop to your hands. You are a strong person, who does not really take shit from anybody, but you have still come to care about them a lot. Honestly, you have been second guessing your place here in this house a little, so it feels good to hear it coming from him. “None of us wants you to go anywhere. Especially, Yoongi-hyung,” Jimin states as he drinks from his milk. Your eyes meet his, and he sees the slight surprise on your face. Or might he even say relief? “Yoongi-hyung likes you, you know that, right?” Jimin asks with a sly smile and gleaming eyes. It is as if he has been dying to tell you this for weeks. And really, he has. Ever since Yoongi asked Jimin to back off with the sexual innuendoes and confessed that he was catching feelings for you, Jimin has struggled to keep his tongue from spilling. But it has been weeks now, and if anything is going to happen, it needs to be soon. Neither Yoongi nor you seem to be making a legit move on the other, so you must be in need of a push. Jimin does not mind causing a little trouble for that. “He likes me?” you ask, failing to hold back your smile at the news. “A lot,” Jimin confirms, smiling right back at you. Between Yoongi and you, you are most likely to do something about it anyways, since the boy would rather accept your friendship as it is than risk losing you over a one-sided love. Little does he know that his love is returned. “I just thought, you should know,” Jimin says before placing the empty cup on the nightstand and scooting further down to lie on his back. You pull the covers up under his chin, tucking him in. “Thank you, Timothy,” you say genuinely, and it causes him to laugh. He still has no idea why you call him that, but he has actually grown fond of it. It is a part of you now. “You’re welcome, Y/N,” he says back.

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You have never felt so damn awkward in your entire life before. After Jimin told you about Yoongi’s feelings for you, you find yourself spiraling out of control every time that he is in the room. This morning, he asked you to pass the sugar, and you gave him the milk. Imagine the embarrassment. And afterward, he offered you the orange juice, which you of course accepted as the little ass-kisser that you suddenly are. But the truth is that you fucking hate orange juice. But guess who drank an entire glass anyway? Yup, that’s right. You. So much for being an independent woman. The worst part about today is that it is Sunday, which means that the boys will be home. Yoongi will be home all day. Luckily, he is the type to lock himself in his room as he works on different projects, but you still need something to distract your mind. So, in hopes of redirecting your stupid thoughts, you make yourself comfortable on the couch and find some fish-documentary on Netflix to watch. It starts off good since you have the living room to yourself, but suddenly, the 94s join you as they are drawn to the calm of the underwater theme. “Are there crabs in this one?” Namjoon asks as his eyes are glued to the screen of the TV. The boy has the weirdest obsession with crabs and has watched several of these episodes, but still cannot tell them apart. “Not in this one. I’ve watched this before,” Hoseok answers his friend. “I wrote Blue Side after this,” he adds, referring to the short but calming track he recently made. Namjoon nods at that. As if the TV is a porchlight, two other moths are drawn to the room. “What are you watching?” Taehyung asks at the sight of the blue waters. “Don’t you mean sea-ing?” Seokjin adds yet cannot hold back the burst of laughter that erupts from him. The dad-joke mostly entertains himself, but he seems to be fine with that. “It’s a fish-thing,” you state, and Taehyung nods understandingly, knowing exactly what you mean. For some reason. “Hey, I have a pair of pants like those,” Hoseok suddenly says, when his eyes land on Taehyung’s pants. Taehyung looks down to see which ones he is wearing today. After Seokjin finally gave up and washed his clothes, Taehyung has gotten all his pants back, so he does not really keep track anymore. Not that he ever really did, though, which is why he lost them all in the first place. “Ah, these? I bought these from Y/N a while back,” the younger one states, and the sound of your name catches your attention. You recognize the pants after a good glance and remember the day when you accidentally sold Taehyung a pair of pants. Correction - a pair of Hoseok’s pants, it was. “I’ve lost mine, I think,” Hoseok says back, and his brows furrow as he searches his mind for answers to his newfound questions. It has actually been a while since he saw them last. Or at least he thinks so, but really, Taehyung has been wearing them around the house for weeks. Fearing they will figure it out that you have been selling their stuff in secret, you decide to make a run for it. You do not actually run, though. That would look suspicious. “Umm… I think I’ll go paint my nails in Jungkook’s room,” you say as you rise up and rush out of the room, leaving the boys to themselves. They really have no idea what girls do, so they do not question your statement as they should.

After exiting the room, you practically run upstairs and knock at Jungkook’s door, which is actually a bit surprising. Usually, your approach would be to just burst inside without a care, but for some reason, you actually show a bit of respect. You must have gotten soft in your old age. “Yes?” Jungkook says through the door, and you open it up, entering his room. He is sitting by his desk, editing a video of his but turns to see you at his door. “What’s up?” he asks a bit strained when he notices that it is you. He seems to find it unexpected, and honestly, you cannot blame him for that. You are not exactly the most predictable type. “Not much,” you say casually, taking a seat on his bed. He turns further on his chair to keep his eyes on you at all times. You find it a bit awkward, so you look around his room, tapping your hands on your lap, but the boy keeps looking at you, watching you like a hawk. You meet his eyes again since he will not retract his gaze. It is as if he is expecting you to do something, and it irritates you. “Why are you looking at me like that!?” you spit in frustration, not liking his suspicion of you. The boy raises his brows and throws around his hands in defense. “What do you want!?” he says back with a slightly raised voice. Neither of you is hostile, yet you just simply are not used to hanging out like this, and it is weird. “I just want to spend time with you!” you shout at him, widening your eyes. “Okay!” he shouts back, and as the bickering halts for a moment, you both realize how loud you just were for no reason at all. “So…,” he then says, returning his vocal to its normal volume. “You want to… play a game or something?” Jungkook asks a bit awkwardly since he has no idea about what you want from him right now. At least he is trying, though. You consider the idea, humming a bit to yourself, and Jungkook takes it as a good sign. “Nah,” you then state unbothered, and Jungkook shakes his head in disbelief. “You are unbelievable,” he chuckles as he spins back around on his chair, returning to his video and giving up on you. Okay, you might not have actually wanted to spend time with him. You really just came here as an escape, and you think that he just busted you in that. Oh, well, you think to yourself, not taking it to heart. According to Jimin, Jungkook likes you anyway, so why not just be yourself. You try to make yourself busy, humming a melody and tapping on your knees. Honestly, you are already bored out of your mind, and Jungkook finds the noises disturbing. “Y/N,” he says as he turns back around once again, not being able to ignore your boredom. “Why don’t you just go to Yoongi’s room and hang out with him instead? You guys have more in common,” Jungkook suggests, knowing that it is what you truly want. You are just being a pussy right now, and Jungkook knows why. Jimin told him about the night that you talked, and he has noticed how your mood has changed after that. “He likes you, so just go to him,” the boy says, and you find yourself agreeing with him. It is stupid that you are avoiding him when you are just nervous. But to your defense, you do not get nervous that often, so it is a strange feeling to you. You do not like it, but honestly, you like Yoongi more, so you just have to kick yourself in the butt and get in there already. “Fine,” you sigh in defeat, acting as if it is not exactly what you wanted him to say, though it is. However, Jungkook does not need to know that. “Good,” Jungkook says, turning back and returning to his computer. You take it as your cue to leave, so you rise up and walk back out into the hallway. You make your way to Yoongi’s room and decides to ignore the nerves that prickle under your skin. Fuck it, you think to yourself. You open the door and step inside.

You do not know why it surprises you since it really should not at this time, but Yoongi is napping in his bed. It is a singular one, standing next to his desk against the left wall of the room. He lies beneath the covers, snoozing away at noon. Of course, the boy could not stay awake for more than a couple of hours before his bed called on him to return. You close the door silently as you look around the room, and it is just as it was the first day, you were here. It brings back memories. To be fair, you were a bit intoxicated at the time so the memories might be more a feeling than literal mental pictures, but you recognize the room. Not from all the other times that you have gone in to borrow something since you never really took time to study your surroundings then. You recognize it from when you first stumbled in and made yourself comfortable on his floor after stealing his pillow from under his head. You recognize the picture on the nightstand that you thought was of him and his boyfriend, but you found out later that it is his brother on there. His older brother that he loves, even if his words have not told you directly. You just know that he does. Looking at his sleeping figure, you notice his fluffy kitten-like cheeks, and it takes everything to not draw whiskers on there with a marker. He could look cute, though, embracing his true feline nature, you think. You sigh as you try to think of what to do. You are not ready to go downstairs again yet, and you also feel determined to finally get everything out in the open with Yoongi. If you leave now, you might not ever do it. Or you will probably trip yourself sometime in the future anyway, but it could take weeks. Now is the time. Deciding to wait for him to wake up, you sit yourself down on the chair by his desk. The black chair that spins. You should have known yourself better, but no. It does not take long before your bored mind finds fun in spinning around, and the chair creaks. A lot, which causes Yoongi to wake up. He grunts tiredly as he blinks his eyes open from sleep. You are too entertained with yourself to notice. Yoongi notices you, though, and looks over at you with furrowed brows. “What are you doing?” he asks gruffly. It makes you halt in your spinning movements, meeting his eyes with your widened ones. Busted. You look around the room again, but this time as a way to reel in answers that do not present themselves to you. “Uh,” you exhale. “Waiting for you, my friend,” you state, chuckling awkwardly. You scold yourself mentally for giving in to your nervous heart. However, Yoongi barely notices. He sits up and leans back against the pillows. “Why?” he asks calmly without judgment. He knows you by now. You surprise him still, but it is not that surprising that you do. He is used to your weird acts, so he does not question you anymore. “I want to do something with you,” you say, hoping to ease into it. Yoongi nods. “Can we sleep?” he suggests as he lies back down. “You just slept,” you laugh, finding it hilarious. “You just woke me up, I’m not done sleeping,” Yoongi states back as he adjusts his duvet. You guess, he might have a point there. “Well, sure,” you give in. You lean back against the backrest of the chair, tapping at your thighs again, not knowing what to do. “Are you coming then?” Yoongi asks, making you look over at him. He has scooted in against the wall, making room for you next to him. He holds up the covers, waiting for you to join. You nod at that and make your way towards him, climbing in beneath his duvet. He is close now, and you feel him against you as your frame fits with his. He puts his arm around your waist, pulling you in so close that you feel his breath against your skin. He is big-spooning you, so you do not notice the hint of a smile on his lips at the feeling of you beside him. There is an elephant in the room, and both of you know that. It is just a matter of time before one of you says something. “Yoongi?” you say softly, making him hum back in return. “Do you mind if I take off my pants?” you ask, and it makes him laugh. It is not what he was expecting you to say. “No, I don’t mind,” he says while grinning at your bluntness. You start struggling with your jeans, and it reminds him of your first night here, where you did exactly the same. After finally pulling them off, you decide to turn around and face him instead. He meets your eyes, and it is comfortable to lie beside each other like this. The softest boy alive and he is staring right back at you. It feels good. “Better?” he asks, and you smile. “Yes, much better,” you say and cuddle against him. He embraces you in his warmth, enjoying your closeness. You want to tell him, and you have no idea what is holding you back. Yoongi does not know what is going through your mind, so he simply closes his eyes to go back to sleep. You sigh at that, feeling frustrated that your words are failing you. You usually find it so easy to talk to him, but you guess, it is the pressure of what you are trying to say that holds you back. It feels out of character for you, and honestly, it is. But maybe you are going at it the wrong way, and it should not be the words that prove you. Maybe it should be your actions instead. Before you know it, you are leaning in and placing a quick kiss on his lips that catch both of you by surprise. Yoongi’s eyes open, and he watches you as his mind registers your lingering touch. You say nothing. You just watch him as the look in his eyes change. You see them fill up with pure adoration for you right before he decides to return the kiss. Leaning in above you, he cups your jaw before placing his lips firmly atop of yours. He towers above you, turning you on your back beneath him as he displays his love with his touch. You wrap your legs around his waist to embrace him. For a moment, he retracts and allows your breath to return, studying your face and meeting your eyes. “Are you okay with this?” he asks, and you do not hesitate before nodding in consent. “I’m very okay with this,” you smile, and he mirrors your expression before your grinning lips meet again. Actions really do speak louder than words.

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oops nik odds 🤷‍♀️

UR VALID ANON

1. What’s their full name? Why was that chosen? Does it mean anything?

Nik’s full name is Nikolas Isaac Arwaine

Nikolas means ‘victory of the people’ Isaac means ‘laughter’ and Arwaine, I took the Celtic god of the dead Arwan and added a few letters :)

It was chosen bec when i orginally was writing him, he was inspired by Nikolai Lant/sov in Grisha.

3. Did they have a good childhood? What are fond memories they have of it? What’s a bad memory?

Nik had,,, an interesting childhood. HIs father wasn’t,,, outwardly abusive, perse. But he did lock his kids in places to get out (he broke nates hand bec nate wouldnt stop drawing). His mom taught him how to lie and his parents gave him whatever he wanted besides the one thing he Really wanted

He has fond memories of Adrien and his ohter brothers taking him to the ocean. He had fond memories of hanging out with Nate in Nates studio. One of his fave memories is Nate putting face paint on his face when he was a lil birb

A bad memory he has is getting so afraid of not being able to get out of a room, he threw himself into a panic attack and he was shaking and crying so hard that his dad was so damn disappointed in him that he didnt talk to Nik for a Long Time

5. Do they have any siblings? What’s their names? What is their relationship with them? Has their relationship changed since they were kids to adults?

he had Three (3) sibs. Blake, Adrien and Nate.

He has a fairly easy going relationship with Blake and Nate. Tho he butts heads with Adrien a Lot. Blake and Nate’s relationship with Nik is kinda the same growing up, tho his and Adrien’s change. Nik used to idolize Adrien, now they just fight all the time

7. Did they have lots of friends as a child? Did they keep any of their childhood friends into adulthood?

Nik,,, had more superficial friends than Friend Friends. People liked his money and his influence more than they liked him. Tho he is a very infectious person, so he probably does have friends, theyre just awful people who are flighty when things go Wrong

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

y’know I think Nik does like animals!! he likes all kinds of animals and would like a pet snake or spider but IM NOT GIVING HIM EITHER. He tries to pet Bay’s pet kitten but she claws the hell out of him :(

11. Do they have any special diet requirements? Are they a vegetarian? Vegan? Have any allergies?the main requirement that Nik has is that he doesn’t like his food touching. He doesnt mind mixing his foods, like hot dogs and mac and cheese, but he doesn’t like them touching. He is also allergic to strawberries ;-;

13. What is their least favourite food?

peanut butter

15. Are they good at cooking? Do they enjoy it? What do others think of their cooking?

Nik is actually very good at cooking!! Most of the time he hates it unless hes making something Big or baking something with Cameron, who stress bakes. Cameron secretly likes his cooking but he wont admit it

17. Do they like to take photos? What do they like to take photos of? Selfies? What do they do with their photos?

oh hell yeah!! Nik loves taking nudes pictures and sending them to cameron. His cell phone (if he had one) would be full of random pics of people and of places. MUCH PICTURES OF THE OCEAN. He has a bunch saved on his phone and he has some in photo albums and such

19. What’s their least favourite genres?

mmmm i think nonfiction would bore him, especially for industrial revolution area. I think he would actually really like scyfi and action. Absolutely would love anything that was just fast and action packed. he would fucking LOVE deadpool

Nik: if he backtalks he gets his head cut off but he comes back from the dead. if i backtalk im just DEAD. not fair :(

21. Do they have a temper? Are they patient? What are they like when they do lose their temper?

Nik absolUTELY has a temper. Its quick, its hot and he often makes an ass of himself. He’s not patient. He has,,, some patience, I guess. Where it counts. But it’s nowhere near as long as Nate’s.

When he loses his temper people get wounded or just DEAD. or he just makes an ass out of himself and has to apologize

23. Do they have a good memory? Short term or long term? Are they good with names? Or faces?

Nik has a somewhat good memory. HIs long term memory is much better tho. He’s much more visual and is better with faces.

25. What do they find funny? Do they have a good sense of humour? Are they funny themselves?

NIk has the most juvinle sense of humor lol. But he also has a really fucking dark sense of humor when it calls for it. If someone is bleeding out, and they deserved it, hed laugh

well. he certainly thinks hes funny

27. What makes them sad? Do they cry regularly? Do they cry openly or hide it? What are they like they are sad?

Nik,,, doesn’t really get sad. He gets pissed. He tries hiding his tears, and he tries to not cry. He shoves negative emotions down so much (which is actually why hes such an angry dude :/)

WHen he does break down and cry Cam,,, tries to be comforting with him. They can get surprisingly soft

29. What do they do when they find out someone else’s fear? Do they tease them? Or get very over protective?

mmmm it would depend on the fear. Like if it was as Genuine fear (like his is) he wouldn’t tease them. But like,,, if it was something stupid hed absoluTELY tease them for it. He would get kinda protective about it, and would tell whoever it was bothering them to fuck off and leave them alone

31. Do they drink? What are they like drunk? What are they like hungover? How do they act when other people are drunk or hungover? Kind or teasing?

DOES NIK DRINK LMAOOO YES YES HE DOES

Nik is mostly a cheerful drunk and hes a fucking idiot while hes drunk. Also is very slutty when hes drunk (tho when isnt he???)

Nik: hungover? I don’t know her. i just start drinking againMe: Nik pls

When ohter people are drunk hes,,, pretty relaxed about it and help them from making an ass out of themselves (tho tbh he would absolutely record them being an idiot). He would try to pry someone off him if they tried to undress him

Nik: yes yes i know i am hot. But unfortunately my conscious would not sit well if i took advantage of the situation :(

33. What underwear do they wear? Boxers or briefs? Lacey? Comfy granny panties?

Nik doesn’t wear underwear.

Tho he has been known to try on lacy panties ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

Nik: don’t judge they’re surprisingly comfy and make my ass look GREAT

35. What’s their guilty pleasure? What is their totally unguilty pleasure?

ok Nik doesn’t have guilty pleasures. hes not going to feel guilty for likeing the things he does. His total unguilty pleausres is trashy television shows. He lovesss binge watching say yes to the dress for fucking hours while sprawled out on the couch eating oreos and stoned

37. Do they like to read? Are they a fast or slow reader? Do they like poetry? Fictional or non fiction?

Nik,,,, is not fond of reading. He is Dyslexic and he doesn’t like sitting still or being forced to focus. Tho,,, i think he might read, depending on what he was reading.

fiction, absolutely fiction

39. Do they like letters? Or prefer emails/messaging?

mmmmmmmmmm messaging and emails. Much better bec he can read them better. Tho, he does like letters every now and then. Especially if theyre like,,, looove letters

41. What’s their sexuality? What do they find attractive? Physically and mentally? What do they like/need in a relationship?

He is a slutty, slutty bisexual, my dude. Nik has a hand kink. he finds slender hands attractive. he likes,,,, cool eyes?? if that makes sense?? He finds people who are kinda,,, not,,, cold cold but cool and calmness attractive. That cool confidence, like a sheet of almost frozen water.

He finds delicate features attractive. Like fine bones, not brashness. Sharp as glass cheekbones, slender hands. Tall, not,,, too much muscle. (am i describing Cameron? MAYBE SO) NIk, upon meeting Cameron: oh no hes not

mentally, he finds confidence attractive. he finds assertiveness and dominance attractive. He likes someone who can command a fucking presence. He finds passion attractive. Someone that is so passionate and so devoted to something/one attractive

What does he like? he likes someone that will meet him halfway, who will want him, and that he will be enough for them. He has a bit of an inferiority complex and he thinks that people will just get tired of him and he wants- he NEEDS- someone that he will be enough for, that they arent going to just bolt when things get rough. Which,,, is interesting bec Cameron,,, is Cameron and hes going to want to control the situation who is afraid fo feeling anything for anyone

43. Are they religious? What do they think of religion? What do they think of religious people? What do they think of non religious people?

Nik,,,, acknowledges that there are gods. But i would not call him religious. If he were in modern day, he might MIGHT be spiritual but he will joke and be like dude, im going to hell.

He thinks of religious people, and nonreligious people the same way. Believe what you want to believe, but don’t shove it down my throat

45. How do other people see them? Is it similar to how they see themselves?

A lot of people see him as a lost cause, as some druggie who is going nowhere other than down. Some think that he’s just,,, lost. HIs dad sees him as his Son who just needs tough love and the right pressure to Honor His Family

Nik,,, sees himself as a hot guy, whos shallow and with money. People dont like him, they like his money and what he can do for them.

47. How do they act in a formal occasion? What do they think of black tie wear? Do they enjoy fancy parties and love to chit chat or loathe the whole event?

mmmmmm Nik doesn’t like many formal occassions. He thinks theyre boring and people are fake as fuck. He Hates black tie wear and he only agrees to wear a tie if Cam uses it on him later ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

he hates chit chat but he does fucking love gossip. He’ll find a couple of people to hang out with and get the Dish

49. What is their most valued object? Are they sentimental? Is there something they have to take everywhere with them?

his lighter. Its a flip lighter with engravings on it, that Nate got him. He uses it when he gets anxious. That,,, is actually the reason Nate got it for him, tho Nate did not say that.

If nate said anything about Nik having any kind of disorder, Nik would shut him down instantly.

Tho, Nik does take it everywhere with him

#ch: nik #anon #thank!!!#ask game

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lumilasi · 6 years

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So. Originally I meant Adam be my main, but I decided I should go with Azul and Reuben instead, given how many connections they have to the other ocs I and my friend got. They are clearly more of the center of focus.

Also there’s a bio for Azul’s familiar Lasha.

Who is a total hoe.

At first glance anyway, there’s more to him than that actually.

Anyway, character bio;

Name: Azul Samaros

He/him

Height: 177 cm

Human mage

Age: 25

Dark Arts master of the Kingdom of Valencia

personality:

Azul is known to be very quiet, only talking when he legit has things to say. He’s also very blunt and honest, and has a dry sense of humor. He is the type to often take matters into his own hands and act before asking for permission.

He is a highly protective big brother, and while he tends to act like a dick to his lil bro (who acts like a dick back, it’s a bro thing) he loves Reuben dearly and would literally kill anyone who dared to hurt him.

Despite his apparent grumpy nature, Azul is actually far more patient than one would think initially, as it is really hard to make him angry. He can stand his brother’s mishaps and his familiar’s flirty behavior without batting an eyelid for hours.

Important people:

His brother Reuben: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174471835666/next-oc-done-this-time-its-azul-feisty-lil-bro

His teacher Lionel: https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174634983311/i-was-supposed-to-finish-him-ages-ago-but-had

Alexander (his king, TBA)

Mellina (His Queen, TBA)

Helias (former ruler, Gwendolyn’s brother): https://lumilasi.tumblr.com/post/174053975541/so-ive-been-busy-with-working-on-designs-for

Gwendolyn (his GF of sorts and also an Empress): https://mad-hatter-rici.tumblr.com/post/174081334714/my-best-pal-since-2010-decided-to-create-a-tumblr

His brother’s Djinn and his familiar’s love interest Athem: https://mad-hatter-rici.tumblr.com/post/174755800804/athem-the-djinn-yeah-so-here-is-another-oc-for-the

Familiar Lasha (more info at the end)

Abilities:

Azul is a dark magic mage so he knows a lot about curses and summoning spells, and can perform those as well, not to mention create enchanted objects or poisons. He can also solidify shadows as a weapon.

He has the ability to put a sleeping spell on people, this one is sort of his trademark as he uses it a LOT, whenever he wants his bro or Lasha to shut up, or if he needs someone to rest due to their injuries.

He can also command Lasha as he pleases, though mainly uses the snake’s skills for intelligence gathering and occasional massages. He doesn’t want to use Lasha in battles too much both because the snake demon might go a bit far, and because he honestly is concerned the dumbass would hurt himself badly.

Weaknesses:

His tendency to act before asking for permission can sometimes lead into rather bad results, where he meddles into something he shouldn’t have.

He is terrible at making friends because most find him highly intimidating. He mainly really chats with his brother casually, or his familiar. Overall, he just has the tendency to come off cold and blunt, which might be learned from the way his teacher acted. His habit of not always getting enough sleep and staying up too much is also learned from Lionel, although in his master’s case it was fine, since as a Chesire, he didn’t need as much sleep as Azul does.

He is a skilled mage, but there are always those who are more skilled, such as his teacher, Lionel, and sometimes Azul overestimates his abilities.

Fun Facts

- Azul could be considered Demisexual, as one really needs to gain his trust before he can actually feel attracted to them - something Gwendolyn managed to do. He doesn’t care too much whom he’s romantically involved with, at least when it comes to gender. His current lover just happens to be a woman.

- Azul is pretty kinky and aggressive lover, which Gwendolyn actually enjoys a lot given how feisty she is.

- He sometimes contacts his wandering teacher trough Astral plane if there is more serious matter to discuss

- Azul’s most precious possession is a ritual knife he got from Lionel (the one he can use to contact him) his teacher, and he is highly possessive over this item due to the incredible emotional value it holds. He will get pissy if anyone touches it without his permission, and might either stab, curse or just punch them, or otherwise make their day miserable. The only two people who are allowed to touch it are Reuben and Lasha.

- His nicknames for Lasha are Lash, hoe, Slutnoodle and dumbass.(Lasha has a habit of flirting a lot, and before Reuben found Athem, Lasha also slept around quite a bit)

- He calls his brother either Ruby or Reubie (or dumbass number two)

- He himself is nicknamed “the Blue Demon” by the common folk because he tends to terrify them a lot.

- Azul is one of the very few people Empress Gwendolyn trusts to see the horrid scarring on her back from the demon attack century ago.

- Azul can go on for days without sleep, though usually someone eventually knocks him out when he starts getting ridiculous with it.

- That claw thing on his finger is something he uses to bleed magic essence from things. it is based on Helias’ feathers that have similar ability.

BG story in a nutshell:

Reuben and Azul were orphaned brothers whose home village was destroyed by a rampaging magical fire, which originated from their lunatic of a father trying to enchant Reuben’s elemental powers with a forbidden ritual, and causing the boy’s power to lash out of control. They ended up in Mirthas where they lived up to their late teens, during which time both were trained in their respective magic skills, Azul being trained by Mirthas’ master exorcist Lionel. After Reuben’s mental state got worse due to the nightmares and guilt over what happened back in their home village, Azul and Lionel decided to erase every bit of memory from Reuben’s mind regarding to the incident, portecting his sanity.

During their time in Mirthas, Azul summoned himself a familiar, who freaked Lionel out at first upon realizing he was the same type of demon as the one who’d attacked their Kingdom years ago. However, upon seeing how well Azul connected with the snake, he allowed the boy to keep it. He also managed to develop a bond with the then reclusive Empress of Mirthas, who’d been keeping herself away from public eye due to heavy emotional scarring and shame. Azul’s honest, no nonsense nature helped to ease the troubled Empress’ mind, and she grew fond of the young mage.

Azul ended up in his current Kingdom of Valencia after taking a trip there with his brother and the Empress, who was requested to aid her old friends with something. The two brothers grew fond of the human kingdom and decided to stay, especially after Reuben went and fell in love with their elder prince.

So that’s all about Azul for now

Here’s bits about Lasha

Age: Unknown, but he says he’s at least a couple centuries old

Height: 185 cm

Length (snake form): about 4-5 meters

Demon Type:

He’s what they call “Arthan” which refers to members of the lost kingdom of Arthanos who ended up succumbing into their own magic power and turning into demons. Another name - the one primarily used - is Silver Night Beasts as often they have an element of their body that appears like the night sky and glimmers silvery with “stars”

Personality:

He’s highly flirty, physically affectionate and seductive, coming off as somebody highly confident with their looks and not afraid to use that advantage. Most of the time he acts calm and well-mannered, though he is mischievous too, playing tricks on people (harmless; Azul would get pretty angry if he hurt people without permission) and loves being paid attention to.

That being said, he genuinely cares for his Master and gets highly testy if someone insults Azul or his brother Reuben. As a snake, he can act almost cutesy and silly.

When it comes to his master brother’s Djinn - whom he knows personally from the past - Lasha’s behavior can change drastically and reminds more of how he used to be as human; loud, aggressive, blunt and sarcastic. Athem just seems to know exactly how to push his buttons.

The same time it’s pretty obvious to everyone around them that Lasha still loves him and his blunter attitude is born more out of absolute trust towards Athem and lack of need to control himself and portray himself in a certain manner. basically, he acts a bit more natural with Athem.

He can also be extremely childish and playful around his childhood friend/boyfriend in a manner that resembles what he usually does only in his snake form.

Abilities:

He is IMMENSELY strong physically, able to even damage the most powerful creature types of their world like Nephilins (Gwendolyn and Helias) or White Tigers (Rayna) He can rip humans to shreds with ease, and his claws in human form are so sharp he can cut trough metals and thick rock.

He has four forms he can shift in between; a full human form with legs, a half-human, half-snake naga form with two variations; a “friendly” one where his human upper body looks like how he normally looks in human form, and a “demonic” look where his face turns more demonic with a snake-like jaw, no eyebrows and his hair turns inverted with colors. This form is also MUCH larger than normal, easily towering over people with being near three meters tall (not including the tail part, simply the human body) Last form is the tiny snake which is weakest, but he prefers it outside battles (or making out) as it conserves energy.

Lasha, like other demons of his kindred, has a curse he can inflict upon others; his is called “Euphoria” where he can inject or blow powerful poison on people that drives them to extreme bloodlust, or uncontrollable mad cackles that won’t stop, or other extreme types of hormonal rush or so, to the point they eventually die from too much stress put upon your body.

Lasha can traverse trough shadows like most demons and turn invisible, and see into people’s dreams. He also has a mental link with his master, able to communicate with him wordlessly.

He’s an excellent dancer as well and gives reeeally good massages.

Weaknesses:

Being a bound demon, he is not as powerful as he would be when freed. Like majority of dark beings, light magic is pretty effective against him.

Lasha has a demon-type specific weakness where someone using his original name from his time as a human can basically gain complete control over him, making him lose his autonomy entirely, both body and mind if the name-wielder wishes so. The only being able to override this enslavement is his Deity Belias as he always knows the human identity of his demons. Lucky for Lasha, finding out ones original name isn’t easy.

Unluckily, there is a person in his current life that knows it, though he would never use it against him voluntarily, as he loves Lasha. (Athem)

In his snake form, he is pretty vulnerable and can get badly hurt from just stepping on him.

His past has left him with traumas, and at times he might wake up in a fit of anxiety where he is unable to speak, nor change his form from whatever it is (snake or humanoid) even if he wanted to.

Fun facts:

- Lasha is a lil intimidated by huge ass tall people, because Mirthas’ Kingdom Bear shape-shifter guardian Cain accidentally stepped on him once. it hurt, a lot.

- He has a habit of nuzzling Azul’s hair as a form of innocent affection; it’s a habit he developed during their first year of knowing each other.

- Lasha’s favorite people to flirt with for shits and giggles are Azul and Gwendolyn. His flirting style is very different then though, when compared to the person he actually loves; Lasha can be very well spoken and charming when flirting with peeps he’s not serious about, but with Athem he can be absolutely childish.

- His curse bases on what he felt when he first transformed into a demon; in Lasha’s case he was in the middle of a bloody battle and was enjoying it to a disturbing degree.

- Ironically, he’s actually calmer now as a demon than he was as a human, according to Athem who knew him when he was human

- Lasha’s favorite napping spot in snake form is his master’s shoulders. In human form he sleeps on Azul’s bed as it’s often unoccupied anyway due to Azul’s night-owl habits. He does also like to go and use Athem as a pillow whenever he’s available.

- The ruby pendant he wears in human form is the symbol of his contract with Azul, as it used to belong to Azul originally.

BG story in a nutshell:

Lasha was once a warrior of Arthanos, a lost Kingdom known for its dark magic and powerful warriors. He was one of the “channelers” warriors who could channel their deity’s magic power. Like every Channeler, he was paired with a normal warrior, who happened to be his childhood friend Athem.

Athem had been in love with him since they were kids, and always tried to reign in Lasha’s violent tendencies, though rarely succeeding in it. In turn, Lasha found him an “annoying nag” or “party popping, straight-laced, goody-two-shoes bore with a stick up his ass, and not the good kind.”

Despite his harsh words, Lasha did actually return the feelings aimed at him, he just didn’t want to admit it openly.

It was Athem who was forced to banish Lasha into the dark realm once he transformed, as Lasha almost killed him. The snake didn’t really recall Athem or any of these events up until he appeared back into his new life as a Djinn.

Sometime during his demon years, Lasha was under another master who treated him horribly, thus resulting into his traumas.

The reason why he adores his current master so much is because of his past experience, as Azul is actually decent towards him - aside from the name-calling and smacking his head when he misbehaves - which Lasha is really glad about, as part of him still yearns to be treated like a human and not a monster.

Wow.

Lot of stuff here.

I’ll update this later on likely, right now my brain is emptied out of creative juices after typing all that on the fly

Art and characters (C) Me

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sidewritings · 7 years

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Say My Name

Pairing: None!

Genre: ??? Fantasy, I guess, friendship?, a lil angsty

Warnings: blood, violence

Word Count: 2386

Author’s Note: Based on this lovely fic here with permission from @icecoldparadise This is just me playing in their sandbox a bit. Can be read alone, but it’s kinda a sequel to the fic linked above.

Virgil learned a lot about his new friend as they continued to hang out. He learned that the Dragon Witch's favorite color was dark green, her laugh (when she wasn't in character for one of Roman's adventures) was loud and warm, and she had a wicked sense of humor that rivaled Logan for wit. One of the things Virgil learned as he spent more time with the Dragon Witch was that she didn't have a name. It took a surprisingly long time for him to find out, over a month.

It was on their fifth friend-date, they were standing on the edge of a lake skipping stones, or well, the Dragon Witch was skipping stones. Virgil occasionally tossed a pebble into the water, but couldn't get the hang of skipping them. He was going to ask her is she used magic to help her when suddenly he'd realized that he didn't know her name, so he'd asked.

“I don't know,” was her matter of fact reply.

She picked up another stone and skipped it three times before it sunk out of sight.

“You don't know?”

Virgil fingered the smooth, oblong pebble in his hand, a bit surprised.

“I don't know. I wasn't really given one was I? Creativity simply created me on the spot. I got a name, some powers, an alignment, and a cave. That's all.”

Virgil turned to look at the Dragon Witch and noticed how melancholy she looked. He'd noticed as they spent more time together that she often got introspective. In a sense, she wasn't even real, not even as real as Roman, Patton, Logan, and he were. She wasn't a part of Thomas's personality, she was an imagined character that wasn't fully formed. Sure, she took more shape with each interaction, Roman creating better powers, giving her minions, etc. But she wasn't complete by any means and was self-aware enough to realize it.

Virgil dropped the stone and took one of the Dragon Witch's hands.

“We should find you a name,” Virgil blurted out, “something you like.”

It took three weeks and two more friend-dates before they found one that she liked. Whenever Virgil had free time, he worked on lists of names, finding their history, their language of origin, any information he could find that might make his new friend feel a connection with a name. He didn't really read all of it, just mechanically copied information he found on Google search.

When he'd come to visit this time she'd rushed over to him waving some papers around excitedly. Her smile wide and her eyes shining as she gushed over the history.

“It's Latin and it's the name of the legendary mother of the Romans. It went in and out of fashion for thousands of years, being used in literature several times, and guess what!? It's the name of an American woman who was hanged in 1820 after being convicted of highway robbery, but legends grew up that she was a serial killer, there's even a song written about it!”

“So what's the name, or are you going to keep it to yourself?”

Virgil couldn't help the little smile on his face. It was nice to see her so excited about something, especially something he'd been able to help with. He didn't make the other sides smile or laugh much except when they were laughing at him, but this, this felt good, and Virgil was happy for her.

“But I haven't told you the best part! The woman who was hanged? Her last words before she was executed were:” the Witch posed dramatically, hands behind her back as if tied, eyes to the horizon and chin up and defiant, 'If you have a message you want to sent to hell, give it to me, and I'll carry it!'"

The Dragon Witch dropped her performative expression and beamed at Virgil, who couldn't help a small chuckle at her antics. The quote had a certain edgy flair he could appreciate, not to mention the strong sticking it to the man vibes. And the story kind of fit the Dragon Witch, her villainy blown way out of proportion for someone else's entertainment.

“So... are you going to tell me or-”

“Lavinia!”

The name burst out and warmed the air around them. She was grinning like a loon, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and in that moment reminded him of no one more than Patton.

“That's a great name.”

Virgil grinned as Lavinia threw herself at him, tackling him in a hug.

“Thank you! I never would have found it without you.”

“No big deal,” Virgil said, hugging his new friend back.

It was a couple days later when Roman lead the sides on an adventure through his kingdom, and once more, the Dragon Witch was their villain. This time, the Dragon Witch and her minions had cast a spell on the local villagers, making them sing their honest thoughts and feelings and the four of them had to stop the curse. When Logan pointed out that forcing people to sing about their honest emotions was less evil and more morally questionable Roman visibly flinched and muttered something about uncooperative ideas.

It was a fairly simple mission: sneak into the Dragon Witch's lair, steal a magic orb, and reverse the spell. It should have been fine. No one should have gotten hurt. Except Patton had tripped an alarm spell and it had come to a confrontation, minions pouring down the passageway to fight them. Virgil had knocked a couple out with his shield but shied away from doing real damage. They were Lavinia's companions after all, and some of them were closer to pets.

Then Lavinia had decided to 'kidnap' Virgil. She'd snuck out from a crevice behind him grabbed his arm and starling him slightly. A small wink from the witch had Virgil hiding a smile, and Virgil went along with it, feigning alarm as the Dragon Witch dragged him down the corridor, covertly assisting her in dragging him away. Logan, Patton, and Roman were not amused. They didn't know Lavinia, they thought it was real.

Logan managed to shoot Lavinia with an arrow in her side, making her drop Virgil who was quickly grabbed by Patton and made to run. Virgil watched over his shoulder, horrified as Roman charged at Lavinia, attacking her with his sword as Logan and Patton grabbed the orb and dragged Virgil out of the cave with them.

When Roman joined them outside there was blood on his blade.

It took hours of reassuring the others that he was fine and feigning exhaustion before Virgil could sneak away from them and into Roman's kingdom without being noticed. As soon as he was past Roman's bedroom he ran, heart hammering towards her cave. His mind was screaming about all the things that could have happened to her, all the things he should have done differently to protect her.

He ran to the cave opening, slipping and stumbling on loose stones.

“Lavinia!”

Virgil called as he ran through the caves, heedless of traps or other dangers.

“Lavinia!”

He was running towards where he had last seen her, praying to all the power's Roman's kingdom possessed that his friend was okay. He slid in a puddle on the damp cave floor and barely kept himself upright, and still he ran.

He found her on the ground being poorly tended by her monstrous minions. They had done their best to make her comfortable, a dragon-like creature curled by her side to help keep her warm. Their claws were too sharp and awkward to be of much help tending delicate wounded flesh. They moved to attack Virgil and defend their mistress when they saw him, but his hands raised in surrender and the medical supplies he carried made them back down, giving him room to help, but growling warningly.

Virgil checked her pulse and breathing, weak but present. He cleaned her wounds, all fairly superficial, but she'd lost so much blood, bandaging them and stitching them as needed. As he worked, he talked to her, making sure to use her name frequently. He reminded her of all their friend dates and told her how good her minions were, trying to protect her, and going over things they could do when she got better. He barely heard himself, unsure if he made sense or not, but the words soothed him, and he wanted her to now she was safe if she could hear him.

When he finished dressing her wounds, a goblin helped Virgil carry her to a section of the cave that must be where she slept. It was cold and eerie, but dry, unlike some sections of the cave. It was desolate save for a pile of animal skins on the floor and, besides it, a row of keepsakes. There were plushies from their first visit to the fair, a photo of them from the time they crashed a masquerade, a skipping stone, and a board with her name carved into it.

Virgil couldn't bear to leave Lavinia like this. It was too cold and lonesome for her to wake up in alone, and he'd have to leave before morning. Virgil considered, Roman's room was part of the mindscape, he had some control here. Virgil snapped his fingers and Lavinia's room had a bed, a fireplace, a comfy chair, and a shelf for her keepsakes. Virgil carefully laid her on the bed and gently tucked her in. As he turned to leave, the goblin that had helped him bowed their head in silent thanks. Virgil nodded at the creature, mouthing 'take care of her' before he left.

Several days later, and Virgil had been sneaking into Roman's kingdom every night when the other sides were sleeping to see Lavinia. She was always awake when he came to visit, though she still wasn't able to get out of bed much. Virgil brought her painkillers, soup, a change of bandages, anything he could think of to help her recover. Her minions all knew to let him in by now, and she seemed to be getting better.

He was on his way back from one of his nightly visits when Roman appeared from the edge of the forest beside him.

“What are you doing here, Virgil?”

Shit, Roman knew he was here, but that didn't mean he knew everything. Virgil shrugged and tried to play it off.

“Nothing, just needed to stretch my legs and your room is the only one big enough.”

Roman didn't blink.

“Who is Lavinia?”

Virgil felt the color drain from his face. How did Roman know that name? How much did he know?

“No one, Roman. Go back to sleep, you're starting to hallucinate.”

Virgil started to walk away, only to be stopped by Princey's voice.

“I thought we were friends now, Virgil,” Virgil turned to face him and Roman actually looked a bit hurt, “You come into my kingdom night after night, sneaking in as if I wouldn't let you in if you'd asked. You named someone here, Virgil. I've felt you alter things here, in my room!”

Roman walked closer and his voice got louder as he spoke.

“So, I will ask you again, who is Lavinia?”

“I-I didn't...” Virgil fought his stutter. Roman was powerful in here, and angry, making Virgil's fight or flight instinct react strongly in favor of flight. Virgil took a deep breath and Roman seemed to realize how threatening he seemed, raising his hands and taking a step backward.

“I d-didn't name her. She, she named herself.”

Roman paused, thinking it over, and cocked an eyebrow, “Who has enough agency in my kingdom to name themselves?”

Virgil began twisting the sleeves of his hoodie, “She's my friend, Roman.”

“Who is she, Virgil?”

“She's my friend, Roman!”

Virgil repeated louder and insistently.

“She's a citizen of my kingdom, she's not even real!”

“She's real enough to name herself! She's real enough to think and feel and chose to be my friend!”

Virgil felt himself losing it. He was scared for Lavinia, scared of Roman, and angry. Angry at himself for getting caught, angry at Roman for confronting him like this, and some emotions and thoughts half-formed that he couldn't begin to name.

“Who is Lavinia!?” Roman bellowed, shocking both of them.

“The... the Dragon Witch,” Virgil replied quietly.

Roman's face went white.

“Oh no, Virgil...” he whispered, “tell me you're kidding.”

Virgil shook his head, unable to look the creative side in the eyes. There was silence hanging like a heavy drape between them before Virgil spoke.

“She's sentient, Roman. She's my friend, and she's not evil. I know she's not real, but...”

Virgil trailed off. He couldn't continue because, to him, Lavinia was real. He'd seen her, spent time with her, held her hand and patched her wounds. Over time, she'd even developed a scent, something mossy and fresh like Spring rain.

Roman took several deep breaths, but his eyes welled and tears began to run freely down his cheeks.

“I'm so sorry. I didn't know. She wasn't supposed to be sentient. Most of them aren't, but she was... and I hurt her.”

“She's okay,” Virgil said, finding his voice again, “She's just, a little rough right now.”

Roman struggled to compose himself, visibly searching for words.

“Virgil, she's real.”

“What?”

“She has a name now, Virgil. She has agency and will. She's not a side, like us, but she's real in a different way.”

Roman swallowed and ran a hand through his hair, “You know how some writers say their characters refuse to cooperate, that they have a mind of their own? The Dra-, Lavinia is a character now. She's not under my direct control anymore. I can influence her some, but she's her own person.”

Roman looked miserable.

“I have to share my room now.”

“Roman!” Virgil snapped, “Focus! Are you going to keep attacking her?”

“No! Although, we're going to have to come to some kind of truce. I can't have her trying to take over and usurp me.”

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