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Supercharged | JJK
Chapter 1: the Light Dies
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🗲summary: It starts with a blow to the chest that changes your life.
When your city’s most celebrated hero pays a visit, it turns out the noble Bolt has no trouble tossing lives aside. Lives that won't be missed. Lives like yours.
Seven mysterious and powerful men give you another chance – one that starts to feel more like a curse the moment you meet golden boy Jungkook. The boy who wants you as far from his brothers as he can get you. Is it you he hates, or the blue lightning that now runs through your veins? And could it be his golden light that illuminates your heart when darkness threatens?
🗲this chapter: He’s the hero. Unfortunately for you, you’re not the villain.
🗲pairing: jungkook x female reader
🗲word count: 6.6k
🗲genre: angst, action, eventual fluff, enemies to lovers, slow burn, superheroes/villains au, it’s sorta like a mafia au but they have superpowers lmao
🗲rating: pg15
🗲warnings: violence with superpowers, minor character death, attempted murder, injury, loss of consciousness
a/n: I have to say thank you to @casuallyimagining and @bluewhale52 for betaing this chapter, although this might come as a surprise to them since that was maybe 3 years ago now?😅I'm really not sure how much my writing had changed since then, but you guys can be the judge of that as the future chapters unfold!
In the meantime, enjoy! If you want more supercharged in your life, you can also search my supercharged tag to find some musings, rambling, gifsets and visuals etc that inspired me and kept me going while I lost my mind over this story!
Lastly, I present the supercharged playlist✨ I had a lot of fun making this – several songs align with plot events, while some of them are there for the title, the vibe, or even a single line! Feel free to guess which are which or come and chat with me about it👀
An ear-splitting roar was barely contained behind shuddering steel doors. Just down the corridor, your fingers still clicked away, unperturbed, at your keyboard.
Tapping your foot, you looked impatiently up at the clock as another thunderous bellow assaulted the air. If the full-length windows weren’t reinforced by your boss, Kuyang’s own design, they would be rattling in their frames.
Blowing to rid your face of a strand of hair, you returned to your work, not even sparing a glance towards the source of the racket. It was only around half an hour until you could leave work for the weekend.
Finishing your task, you turned to filing the correspondence on your desk as a few yells carried through the air, mingled with the monster’s uproar. Bills and business deals the lot of them, you tucked them away in their respective places to be dealt with next week – only to stop on the very last one. How many times had the postman ignored the very clear sign for no newspapers?
You supposed the city felt the need to remind everyone that there was some semblance of central control – not really of much concern in a workplace such as yours, mind. Glancing across the front page, you realised why. You didn’t have a tv at home, but you would have to live under a rock not to recognise your city’s most celebrated superhero. Bolt, the media’s beloved, had claimed another victory against some crazy start-up trying to build their own bombs downtown.
The hero’s blue-masked face grinned confidently up at you from the desk, while police led what looked to be two scruffy teenagers into the back of their van. But Bolt’s vivid presence eclipsed them in his suit that matched his bright eyes.
Not bothering to read further, you pushed the paper into the waste bin at the end of the table.
Just as you were tucking away the final bits of paper, your boss emerged, wiping his brow on a cloth that looked as dirty as his face. Smiling pleasantly despite his ruffled state, you rotated on your chair to face him.
“Frank’s all good and sleepy now,” he said, “if you could get him sent up to the chamber.”
“Sure,” you nodded, already getting up and straightening your jacket.
With nothing more than a weary nod of appreciation, he left for his private laboratory. This was through a series more armoured doors, to which only you and a small number of lab workers knew the codes.
He was a scientist. And you were sure he was unhinged, but the job paid well, so that was all you concerned yourself with.
In fact, you had got very lucky. You had been surprised when such a good position had become available and quickly given to someone as ill-qualified as you, with no references to give. But your lack of connections seemed of no concern, and here you were, finally making ends meet and no longer in fear of being turned out of your run-down apartment at the edge of town.
So you did your job as well as you could, worrying yourself over nothing except pleasing the odd man that was Kuyang.
Even so, it was still a little daunting each time you had to come face-to-face with one of his experiments.
Reaching the steel doors that had not long ago been seriously threatening their hinges, you took a breath. Holding your thumb over a scanner by the door, you plastered a confident smile on your face as you walked inside.
Affectionately dubbed ‘Frank’, a great lump of teeth and dark furry flesh several times bigger than you was sleeping in a pod at the centre of the room. Surrounding this were multitudes of screens showing graphs and readings you couldn’t hope to understand.
At the edges of the room, a smattering of other workers were slumped against the stainless steel lab walls, almost as rumpled as their boss had been.
A hulking guard, Taeyeon, stood near the entrance, and you quietly confirmed with her that Frank was under and secure. Nodding, you gestured to Taeyeon’s team, another man and woman with the same uniform and intimidating stature.
Together, you assembled in front of the tank that held Frank, Taeyeon typing authorisation into one of the computers. The others locked down the external doors, just in case.
Though it was a familiar sight by now, the opening of the pod always prompted you to run through your training. If you hadn’t read it in the documents you dealt with, you would not have known Frank was also known as Necrus X, a new prototype Kuyang was working on, although you could not imagine what for.
Kuyang had been sure to tell you how to knock out the creature if it ever came to it, though. There was a spot behind his ear, which was more of a ridge at the side of his enormous head.
With the pod open, a panel rose from the floor, taking Frank rotating upwards. You caught sight of the patch behind its ear, zeroing in on it. Just in case.
The smooth expanse of ceiling split then, a hole revealing itself as the roof shrunk away into the walls, leaving a clear path for Frank to rise to the next floor, where he was stored.
As effortlessly as the ceiling retreating, a smooth steel staircase emerged from the walls. You and Taeyeon climbed it, spiralling around the edges of the circular space until you drew level with Frank, now snoring on the upper floor. Here, the space was wide open like an empty art gallery, half the walls comprised of expansive windows, no lab equipment to be seen.
The floor closed up beneath you both and you walked around Frank, opening a secret panel in the wall. As before, you raised your thumb to a blank scanner – but got no further.
A deafening smash sent you crouching to the ground in panic. Livid blue painted all the walls in the space as shattered glass skidded across the floor.
You had thought that glass to be unbreakable. At least that was the intention. But when you turned, you were forced to believe your ears: the central panel of glass was completely blown in, all the others down the row cracked from the force.
At the same moment the glass had shattered, you could suddenly hear what before had been hidden behind soundproofing. Outside, there were shouts, screams, car horns and alarms blaring from every angle – and above all, sirens. Sirens wailing through the air like disembodied banshees, descending, apparently, on your building.
Shuffling along the floor, you peered past the sleeping mass that was Frank in front of you. Walking across the room was a man in a tight blue suit, the same hue crackling in the air around his hands.
Bolt.
Mind short-circuiting, you were frozen. What should you do?
What was Bolt doing here? Was there some kind of threat? The image of him should have brought you relief, even though you knew nothing of what the danger was, but you hesitated.
Only having the presence of mind to shrink back silently behind Frank, you looked between the beast and the control panel you had abandoned. But you had no more chance to move before a fearsome crack ripped through the air, another flash of blue, sending the hairs on your arms bolting upright.
Spinning back to face Frank, you were met with a thump. A body, falling onto the floor.
Though she was mostly obscured by Frank’s sleeping form, you stared in unbelieving horror at Taeyeon where she lay, unmoving. Breath accelerating in your throat, you moved at last, scooting yourself back and away. Closer to the wall.
First you lunged to sound the alarm, mounted inside the wall panel, which instantly lit the room up in throbbing red, blaring loud enough to drown out the sirens outside. Then your hand was fumbling across the scanner. You had to get Frank locked away.
The walls of the pod which safely contained Frank overnight began to descend, much too slowly for your liking. Whirling to face the room, your heart seized in your chest when the imposing figure of Bolt, now shaded purple by the red light, met your eyes.
A glance up at the descending walls. They were halfway to the ground by now, but you still had to enter the code to lock them down.
Bolt yelled for you to stop, barely audible over the dizzying noise of the warning siren.
As he strode towards you, you could only watch, pressing yourself desperately against the wall as if it could swallow you up.
Bright light cut through the imposing red as the heavy door at the opposite end of the room was thrown open. Bolt stopped, both of you turning to see Kuyang enter. His hair was still sticking up from earlier, a strange expression on his face that you hadn’t seen before.
Paying no mind to the maniacal smile that had no place on Kuyang’s face, you took the moment of distraction to scramble for the code lock.
Without a sound, the gap between the floor and Frank’s pod closed, and your fingers were already leaping to action, typing the numbers behind your back at lightning speed.
Kuyang was running now, a direct path towards Bolt. But Bolt turned back towards you.
You were nearly done, but his hand was raising towards you…
In a split second, your fingertip met the final key of the code. Almost instantly, it was ripped away as shocking blue light cut through the air. You felt the impact before you could even notice that it was aimed at you.
Hitting you square in the chest, white hot pain scorched through your every nerve as your body was flung backwards, powerless as a ragdoll sailing through the air. The collision with the cracked window behind was almost lost on you. More intense pain was writhing its way down each limb, making you cry out, uncaring about the rain-spattered wind that whipped about your face now.
But you could see shards of glass as they fell along with you, like daggers aimed at the ground.
Biting wind rushed in your ears, the sound crashing over you like waves. And just as a pan sizzles down off the heat, the ferocious attack of pain seemed to reduce just as fast as it had invaded you.
Your heartbeat was the loudest thing, booming over the insistent web of sirens and whistling air.
Breathing choppily, you screwed your eyes nearly closed, suddenly aware of the tempest around you as you fell. Above, the already darkening winter night was illuminated with flashes of that awful blue.
You were falling.
It hit you then, as if you hadn’t been falling all this time. But it was only now that your senses caught up with themselves. You worked on a very high floor of the skyscraper, but as you were tossed around in the air, you saw the ground rapidly approaching.
A horror gripped your chest like nothing you had ever felt before.
Below you, and rushing towards you at terrifying speed, a skip sat surrounded by heaps of trash on the street. Unable to think, you could only shield your face with your hands, stretched out in front of you as if to stop the inevitable collision.
Though your eyes fell closed, you felt the jerk that flung your whole body backwards.
That wasn’t what you had expected.
Eyes snapping open in confusion, you found your vision lit with blue. In front of your face, blue light was shooting from your palms, pushing you up and away from the ground.
Your mouth fell open. Gaping in shock, you did nothing as the light died and you slowed again in the air.
Though you began falling much slower this time, you barely had time to notice your surroundings – much nearer the ground – before you were plummeting again, and this time nothing could stop you.
Your eyes weren’t even open when you felt your body slide off something. Not a second later, you were crumpling onto hard concrete which grazed your cheek.
You groaned.
It was dark. High above, any flashes of light didn’t reach you here, having landed in a thin alley beside the building. And though this shielded you from the commotion on the main streets out front, sirens still pierced the air, each one feeling like a stab to your head.
You clutched it as you maneuvered to sit. It took you a few tries, groping for a wall or something to lean against as you regained your balance.
Eyes cracking open, you waited patiently for the dark splotches to dispel before looking around.
Right next to you was a car which blocked you from view of the road beyond this alley. Evident from the dent that caved in its bonnet, that was what you had landed on.
Turning your head, you had to squint even more as light assaulted your sensitive eyes.
Among a blazing light, you could make out the vague shapes of rubbish bags and an overflowing skip that you recognised. Out of these, a vibrant fire was now burning. The correlation was too strong for you to ignore.
Breath shallow, you turned your horrified gaze to your hands.
They had done this… but how? They looked totally normal now.
Frowning, you brought them up closer to your face, so that your nose was practically buried in your palms.
No difference.
You were sure you hadn’t imagined that blue light which saved you earlier. Was there a way to make it come back?
While you were puzzling, you lowered your hands again, still staring intently as you rotated them in your lap.
Then, quick as a blink, a blue flash darted from them again. So fast, in fact, that you had no time to react before one of the bolts was fired directly into your opposite arm.
Snatching it away reflexively, you hissed in pain as a burning sensation crawled, tingling, over your skin there.
Despite the pain, the blue light didn't cease shooting from your hands. They tingled, a strangely uncomfortable sensation. It was as if something warm was wriggling its way up your veins and spilling from your fingertips.
“Stop! Stop!” you whispered in panic.
You turned them outwards, aiming away from you, but if they kept at it for much longer you were sure to draw attention.
Moving your hands around jerkily, the beams of light shook along with you, but did not go out. With each unsuccessful movement, panic made you more frantic until the glowing rays jerked erratically around the small space.
Straying too far, the light came into contact with a post at the alley’s entrance. You could only watch, helpless, as light like blue snakes skittered up it and latched around the wires it supported.
To your relief, the strange current seemed to have found an outlet, and only remained a second longer before cutting out. You were left blinking in the relative darkness. Panting heavily, you stared down at your hands, although you did not bring them too close anymore.
Once again, they appeared utterly innocent. There was nothing to suggest they had just channelled lightning through them.
Suddenly, the world plunged into darkness. The fire still burned at the other end of the alley, or you would have been left totally blind. In the building behind you, in the street, all the lights had gone out.
Almost instantly following the blackout, screaming rose again in the air.
Gulping, your eyes travelled to the blackened post at the corner, which you had accidentally electrocuted.
This was bad. Your head was spinning, both from your short, hard fall and from the whirlwind of events that had happened in what could only have been minutes. Surrounded by darkness, with the wail of the city and a fire for company, you could only see one course of action.
Run.
You had to get away from here. It wasn’t safe. You had little idea where was safe, but you couldn’t be here anymore.
It wasn’t like you had anyone to call who would care enough to come and pick you up. Nor did you have the money to try a hospital, though you felt as if you may need it.
But especially with electricity shooting from your hands at the drop of a hat, it probably wasn’t best to be anywhere around people.
The dizziness from your unfortunate landing on the car had worn off while you were sitting, but the world swayed anew the moment you made to stand. Pushing determinedly against the wall, you struggled on anyway, brand new dark spots in your vision offset by the brightness of the fire you walked towards.
This end of the alleyway led out through smaller streets, away from the city centre and furore of sirens.
On reaching the opening, you cautiously assessed the road stretching away either side. Empty. And if there was anyone there, they wouldn’t see you in this darkness.
Shoving your hands beneath your armpits on some misguided hope of keeping them from causing problems, you lowered your head and ran. It was more of a jog, considering everything, but you still moved as quickly as you could beneath the dead streetlamps.
Head throbbing more with movement, you stumbled a few times as you went. The pavement tilted around you.
You had made it a few roads before you felt that awful tingling in your arms again. It itched, like something fighting its way out of your skin.
Nausea rolled in the pit of your stomach. This couldn’t be real.
Slowing down and stopping beneath a signpost, you drew your shaking hands out in front of you. The world careened on its axis, revolving around the sight of your palms as a faint blue glow grew in them.
You were going to throw up, you were sure of it.
You wanted it to stop.
A few flickers of blue darted down the veins in your wrist. Towards your fingertips. Sparks leapt from them, small tendrils of lightning crackling between your fingers like webbing.
At last, you gave in to the rising horror mixed with a sick feeling. The floor’s spinning became too much, your hands turning to a bright blur in the centre of your vision.
You passed out on the spot.
Lights were turning on again around the city. Television sets flickering back to life to announce Bolt’s victory against the beast that had attacked earlier that evening.
But not on the street where you still lay.
The return of light only reached neighbouring roads, dim glow snuffed out before it could penetrate the middle of this street. A white-haired young man stepped forwards, but his face was totally obscured in darkness.
“Here,” he spoke to the silence.
The next moment, a deep red glowed in the middle of the road, though it brought little light. The red bounced off a signpost before it was gone, replaced by another man, seemingly from nowhere.
The newest arrival stood there, looking down at your figure, unconscious by the sign. Then he disappeared again, leaving total darkness behind as if he had never been there at all.
A few more moments passed, you and the hidden man the only beings on the dark road.
Not very long after, a car’s engine rumbled and sputtered into earshot. The bright beam of headlights rounded the corner, growing larger and shedding light on your form as it drew closer.
Pulling up next to you, the engine died along with the lights. Two doors opened and slammed shut.
As two pairs of feet stepped nearer to join the one remaining beside you, the streetlamp directly overhead began to glow. The faint glimmer grew until it illuminated the scene. Still no other lights joined it, leaving the small group of you lit up as if by spotlight.
“It’s her?”
The man crouching beside you asked the question without looking up, and the shadowed man answered.
“Pretty sure.”
“She’s breathing?”
“Yes.”
The crouching man hummed. Moving to kneel instead, his eyes roved over your somewhat battered face, dark hair obscuring his own.
“Namjoon?” he asked then, turning to the other man from the car. It was the same man who had momentarily appeared in the street earlier.
Taking his cue, the tall man, Namjoon, walked forwards and bent to lift your hands by the wrists. In just moments he was placing them carefully back, nodding.
“No doubt.”
“Okay then.”
“Can she travel, Jin?”
“Give me a moment.”
Producing a small object, he pressed a button and a small light sprung from the end. Carefully lifting one of your eyelids, he shone the light into it, observing like a doctor.
The first you became aware of was the far away sound of voices being quietly exchanged. But with the cloudiness in your head, identifying them didn’t seem very urgent. You were preoccupied with the swirling feeling that made the world swim around you, even though it was dark.
But as dim awareness was returning to you, the process of regaining your senses was violently accelerated as a blinding light was thrust into your vision.
You flinched, and as Jin pulled away he saw you blink, eyelids screwing shut in protest. His eyebrows raised in slight concern as he watched your first groggy movements.
Blinking around at the dimly lit figures over you, your eyes widened. The nearest man held the illuminated light stick. Was he a doctor?
Next, your eyes darted to the tall man standing behind him. You recognised neither.
Some strange feeling told you someone else was standing there too, but when you looked to your other side you were faced with nothing but empty shadow.
“Can you sit?”
The first man’s question was gentle, his hands ready to support you.
Nodding timidly, you heaved yourself up with his help. It embarrassed you to be panting after just that much movement.
“What happened?” came the next question.
As you replayed the events, you avoided their eyes. You could not let them know what happened, what you had become. They were helping you, and yet you might hurt them-
Fists clenching subconsciously, you stuttered in panic.
“I-I can’t pay,” you told them, but before you could say more a new voice was speaking. The standing man stepped forwards, his voice calm and surprisingly friendly.
“There’s no need to pay. We can help you. Can you tell us what happened?”
“I don’t, uh, I-I-“
His eyes travelled towards your hands, which you were trying to tuck behind you.
“You gained powers, didn’t you?”
You froze.
“I have them too,” he smiled, “I know what it’s like to be scared. But you can work with this and learn to control them. I’m Namjoon, and this is Jin. We’ve been through this before, we can help you.”
At your sides, your hands relaxed. Tension lifted from your tightly hunched shoulders. Wordless, you looked between the men who were watching you, ready to move, but only on your word.
Swallowing, a light frown creased your brow.
“What do you want-”
Namjoon’s smile dimmed into something kinder.
“At least let us check you over.”
Your hands fretted together. It was strange, you couldn’t feel anything there. Surely they should feel different? How would you know if these… powers, Namjoon had said, were to come back?
“You won’t hurt us, don’t worry,” he seemed to anticipate your thoughts as he watched you, “we can protect ourselves.”
“You were unconscious,” Jin spoke, drawing your perplexed gaze back to him, “did you hit your head?”
You blinked, but found yourself answering.
“I think so.”
Nodding, Jin shuffled at your side. He leaned a bit closer.
“I need to shine this light in your eyes again. You may have a concussion.”
Complying, you sat through the eye-watering brightness. He asked you things, like a doctor would, except he was working in the middle of an empty street in the middle of the night.
“Do you feel dizzy?”
“I did. I think still, a little.”
“Any nausea?”
“Yeah… but maybe because of the…” you gestured to your hands.
Jin sat back, taking the light with him. Namjoon shot you a sympathetic smile at that. You supposed he had been through the same thing, from the sounds of it.
Jin looked up at Namjoon.
“It looks pretty rough. Definitely a concussion, and she needs patching up, but in the long run she’ll be fine.”
“I-I’m serious,” you interjected, “I don’t have the money for hospital…”
Your voice faltered. You half thought of asking to just go home, but you were hardly sure of even making it there by yourself. And if you got there, then what? The prospect of burning down the place with these errant powers didn’t fill you with comfort.
“Good thing we’re not going to bring you there, then,” Namjoon said, “but I meant it when I said we could help. We can take you home, if you want… but you can stay with us, too.”
You stared at him wordlessly. Was it crazy that you were considering this?
“Just for a bit, if you need,” Jin added softly, “it’s just… now might not be the smartest time to be alone.”
You chewed your cheek. But your head was pounding too much to think very hard, and this seemed like the most straightforward option. The people in this city kept surprising you, after your first stroke of luck with Kuyang's generosity.
“Sure…” you spoke quietly, not quite able to look them in the eyes, “yes please.”
“Okay,” Namjoon took it in stride, “but let’s get moving.”
“Just one moment – we should wrap that.”
Gesturing towards your arm, Jin stood and went back to the car. On his return, he knelt again and began to secure cling film around the angry red blotch blistering your skin, where you had caught yourself with your own beam.
“We’ll sort it out properly when we get back,” he told you, “but Namjoon’s right, we should be going.”
You followed his gaze which seemed to dart up and down the street. However, nothing was there.
Jin helped you stand, still looking around. Sure enough, the dizziness from before hadn’t quite left you yet. Biting down on your lip, you focussed hard on getting the short distance to the car. You were led to the passenger seat and crumpled gratefully into it.
But just as Jin closed the door, you felt an uncomfortable prickling clutch your forearms again. Namjoon slid into the back seat in time to hear your gasp, noticing the way your fingers flexed in panic. Digging in his pockets, he produced a pair of thin black gloves and held them out to you just as the first trickles of blue appeared in your veins again. He watched with a studious frown as you pushed your hands into the gloves.
“Those will help,” he said, still looking at your wrists, “they can contain the powers. But you shouldn’t keep them on for too long.”
Jin was seating himself in the driver’s side as you frowned over at Namjoon. At first you had been relieved to have a solution to your erratic lightning problem, but that was ripped away at his last addition.
“Why not? It will keep you safe,” you questioned, but kept your voice quiet.
“Don’t worry, we’re more than capable of handling anything you could throw at us,” he laughed, “but you can keep them on in here. Best not to bottle up your powers forever, though.”
Resigned, you turned back to face front. The moment Jin stepped on the gas, all the lights in the road sparked to life at once. Startled, you blinked, looking around. On the pavement you were just pulling away from, a man was walking away, unidentifiable behind a hoodie.
Slumping back in your seat, you breathed a short, dry laugh. This mysterious happening was just the latest in this crazy night. You had no choice but to accept it.
The car ride was fairly short, but you were too tired and distracted to take in exactly where you were going. Streets seemed to blur together, aware only that you were heading out of town.
The itching in your arms had persisted for a while, but as promised, the gloves seemed to work. No fiery blue burst out of your palms, and, eventually, whatever it was decided to give it up, subsiding again by the time the car pulled up.
But no one got out yet. Jin had stopped at the end of a small road, big enough for only one vehicle, directly facing an expanse of crumbling and graffitied brick.
Curiosity woke you up from your daze, and you watched as Jin reached to tap something on his dashboard. Almost instantly, a groaning reached your ears from over the whirring of the engine. The wall ahead shook before shifting, sliding sideways until it tucked itself behind a dented dustbin, unveiling a space beyond.
Leaving you little more time to wonder, Jin started the car again and you rolled downwards through a plain, dark entrance. It reminded you of those multi-storey car parks formed with ugly blocks of concrete. It was considerably smaller than those, however, Jin pullingup into a space alongside about a dozen other vehicles, beyond which the place seemed entirely deserted.
Jin came around to open your door, but you were able to stand by yourself. It was still a bit of a struggle, your limbs sluggish and the world dull around you – although that may have just been the low underground light.
Namjoon led you, Jin staying close by your side. Blinking at the space as you moved through it, your eyes traced over the various car roofs, some cleaner than others. A larger four-by-four was particularly beaten up, with a large crease in one of the metal wheel arches.
Your eyes rested longest on what was probably the most pristine: a motorbike, at first hidden by the cars either side of it.
Soon enough, you were past them. Stopping as Namjoon did, you watched him expectantly. However, he did not turn around, instead standing face-to-face with a plain concrete wall. Except… now a low rumble announced the movement of a panel which slid away, revealing a wide doorway which had previously blended seamlessly with the flat wall.
Your eyebrows raised at the touch that was reminiscent of Kuyang’s lab. Without time for you to dwell on this, your small group moved up a dingy staircase that lay beyond the doorway.
At the top, you emerged into a new space, notably lighter than before. You assumed you were back on ground level, perhaps above. It was hard to be sure, disoriented as you still were in the whirlwind that had overtaken your day.
Bizarrely, the space appeared to be someone’s home. There was a large and coffee-stained table surrounded by mismatching chairs, a kitchen behind it littered with mugs and pot plants. Still, beyond the lived-in array of things lying around, it was big. You imagined it must be miles more expensive than the shoddy apartment you stayed in.
It was open plan, and you followed Namjoon past the dining table towards an area filled with two enormous sofas.
The back of a blond head was visible over the sofa, and now the person turned towards you.
“Guys!” a loud exclamation rang out as he leapt up. A dazzling smile spread across his mouth.
When his eyes fell on you, wincing at his sudden volume, the smile dimmed a little.
“Not so loud, Hope-ah,” Jin spoke gently from behind you.
“Sorry,” he dipped his head, smile remaining on his lips.
Jin’s hands came lightly to your back, steering you over to a sofa. As you sunk into it with relief, the blond man sat across from you, tilting his head to catch your eye.
“I’m Hope,” he smiled, “I’m glad we found you. You’ll be right in no time!”
Frowning, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes flicking over the damage on your face. Averting your gaze, you chewed your lip absently.
What did he mean? I’m glad we found you…
Had they been looking for you? You still weren’t sure if it was a lucky coincidence they found you, but perhaps it was something more.
The lingering ache in your head forced you to push the issue away. You missed Namjoon’s stern look at Hoseok as he hovered behind your seat.
Jin pulled a pack from a cupboard and set it beside you. You let him lift your arm and unwrap the burn, your unfocussed eyes dragging across the room while he applied something cold over it. Next came stinging, scattered over your face as he wiped at the small cuts and grazes with an apologetic grimace you barely saw.
You only forced the world back into focus when someone else entered your sight. Emerging from behind you, a gentle, friendly smile was directed your way from a man with pale pink hair. Swallowing, you never managed to smile back before he was turning away.
The pink-haired man reached a hand out to someone you couldn’t see. Another man appeared, walking towards him, but he never looked at you. Or if he did, it was obscured behind the black hair that fell to his eyes.
The two new people left towards the kitchen, though not without another smile from the pink one.
Who were all these people?
Frowning after them, you were interrupted by a clap on the shoulder from Jin.
“We’ll talk more in the morning. You need to rest.”
Looking around, you had half a mind to protest, but were overruled by the shakiness taking over your frame. Body too fatigued to allow you much say, you meekly followed Jin.
Beyond the living space, a thinner corridor led away, several closed doors along its walls.
Further you went, until a door just ahead opened. Another person walked out.
When he stopped to face you, his posture remained stiff. Tall and muscular, he was clad all in black except for a towel slung over his shoulder. Damp hair fell messily around his head. But you had little time to take this in, as his eyes fixed themselves fiercely on yours, rendering you unable to look away.
Mouth remaining in a hard line, his expression only twitched further into a frown.
Then his gaze flicked abruptly away, travelling to Jin just beyond you.
“Kook-“
Jin never got further than that before the man strode forwards, marching sharply past you and away with a scowl. Turning after him in surprise, you watched his tense shoulders disappear behind Namjoon, who you hadn’t noticed hovering.
Namjoon stared sternly after him, but the man seemed to avoid his gaze.
Jin sighed, sending an apologetic glance at you.
“That’s just Jungkook,” Namjoon spoke, ushering you all further along the hallway, “don’t pay him any attention.”
“Why was…”
You trailed off, unsure of what exactly to ask. Neither of them made an attempt to answer.
You had no idea a wordless encounter could leech so much hostility into the atmosphere. Picturing Jungkook’s glowering face, you blindly followed the others through a different door.
“You can sleep in here.”
“Hm?”
Shaking yourself, you looked around the new room. There wasn’t much to see. Beside a low bed, there was a mirror, a wooden closet and nothing more. Looking up, you didn’t even find a light in the ceiling. The only light leaked through from the hallway.
Clearly reading your gaping mouth and furrowing brow, Namjoon moved in front of you.
“Don’t worry, this is just a place to sleep, nothing more. But since you’re going to have to take those gloves off, we can’t have you in a space with any electricals.”
Stepping back defensively, your fingers pressed tightly together. Having the gloves on had let you almost imagine that nothing life-changing had happened. Like gaining unpredictable powers, for instance.
Namjoon watched patiently, holding out a hand.
“You don’t need them…”
He realised he had never asked your name, and let his sentence trail expectantly. Telling him your name, he relaxed into a smile.
“You don’t need them, Y/N,” he repeated, not that you believed him for a second, “you’ll be perfectly safe. And so will we.”
Only the yearning to collapse onto the bed persuaded you to hand over the gloves. The instant they were in his hand, you swore you could feel a shock go up your arm. Immediately tense again, your breathing became shallower, with no idea how to try and stop power shooting from your hands any moment.
But Namjoon and Jin seemed content. Before you could gather your thoughts, they had left, closing the door and drenching your room in near total darkness.
Stumbling to the bed and virtually falling into it, you wiped sweating palms against the fabric. Your mouth was dry with fear.
This couldn’t have happened.
Alone for the first time since your initial panic, it didn’t take long for your mind to wrap itself in circles again. Only hours ago, you had been sitting happily in your bright office, going through the motions…
One split-second decision from a powerful man had changed that.
You knew full well he had intended for you to die. But he was Bolt...
He had probably forgotten about it already. The guard he sent lifeless to the floor, the secretary he threw from the building.
Itching feeling returning, you swallowed desperately and raised your hands. Sure enough, against the darkness, blue pierced your vision, darting its way up-
Turning your face away, you flinched as the outburst came. Your eyes screwed shut, you pressed your cheek into fabric, not wanting to see the deathly lightning that shot through the room. Shuddering breaths broke into your lungs when at last it subsided.
Letting them fall, limp, to your sides, your hands fisted the covers tightly.
You were almost afraid to open your eyes, knowing it would only show you the empty room, confirmation that this was real. You were dangerous, shut in a safe room where you could hurt no one. Would you ever get out? Succeed in controlling this, like Namjoon had said?
With no idea where you were, barely any idea who the people here were, you wanted to block it out. But even with your eyes closed, you couldn’t escape.
The memory of Jungkook’s suspicious face made your heart sink. Perhaps people should be afraid of you, now. As much as you may want to, there was no getting away from this.
Pushing yourself to sit, you surveyed the room. Eyes accustomed to the blackness a little more, you could make out vague shapes. Your breath fell alone in the silence. This really was the safest place you could be right now, even if it was a nightmare.
As your head turned, you suddenly came level with your eyes in the mirror, and a shock of light.
For an extended moment, you could only stare.
Then all at once you were rushing forwards, tripping from the end of the bed. Bracing your arms against the wall either side of the mirror, you gaped at your reflection.
As you watched, an angular bolt of blue shot across your irises, which were already dimly glowing.
You gulped against the thick feeling crawling up your throat. Faced with this, you could no longer have any hope of denying it.
This was really happening.
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HI BABES i’m starting a new choso fic series :””) here’s a bit of info about it:
ᰔ title. in another life
ᰔ pairing. rock band au - punk rock!choso x fem!reader ft. fiancé!nanami
ᰔ genres. smut, fluff, angst, second chance romance, time skips, love triangle, bad boy choso, slight age gap (five yrs), longterm pining, messy decisions, jealousy, etc.
ᰔ summary. you and choso were lovers in college when him and his rock band were just nobodies with nothing but a dream, but when his band strikes a deal with an up-and-coming record label in tokyo, you make the tough decision to break up with him since you couldn’t go with him to the city. flash forward seven years, his band is the biggest rock band in the world, n you move from the countryside to tokyo with your fiancé nanami to start your new life together. but in the heart of the city, home to many, there’s one person there that still has the power to turn your whole life upside down. and when you run into him again after all those years, feelings you didn’t know were still haunting you come crashing back all at once, and you’re not sure what it is you want from your life anymore.
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Synopsis✨: The story of how you catch heavy feelings for the hot photography student, Shuji Hanma…even though you already have the perfect (fake) boyfriend.
Pairings: Photography Student! Shuji Hanma X Dance Major! Black Fem 🤎 Reader (ANYONE CAN READ🧚🏾♀️)
Content: Drama, lots of denial, angst, sneaky link, lots of cheating, mutual pining, unserious Shuji, controlling parents, forced relationships, romance, fighting, porn with a good plot vibes, intense sexual tension, etc (just find out the rest lol)
w.c: 4.4k💠
Released: Jan 5, 2024
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3; NIGHT RIDE 夜骑
A heavy silence fell between the two of you, making your palms sweaty and throat feel dry.
"I...guess I should probably head back inside. I'd really rather go home though..." You mumble the last part to yourself bitterly. You really didn't wanna go back into the party with all that loud noise, and knowing Ken was somewhere in there probably not sparing you a single thought made you feel nauseous.
"Why stay then?" Hanma questions lazily, reaching in his pocket and taking out a pack of cigarettes.
"Well, I Uber'd here since my original ride bailed on me, I barely even spent time in there, and I was actually lookin' forward to the alcohol; even though it's nasty and cheap." You chuckle dryly, leaning your head against the window.
"I wanna at least celebrate my accomplishment a little, you know?" You add with an exasperated sigh.
"Wanna celebrate with me instead?" He raises a brow, clicking the lighter a few times before it finally gave him a little flame, lighting up a new cancer stick.
You narrow your eyes skeptically at him. You felt you knew him well enough by now to understand he's a very flirtatious, very outspoken kind of guy, so whatever he was suggesting was definitely not innocent.
"What d'you mean?" You ask hesitantly.
"No need to look at me so suspicious, doll. Just seemed like you could use some fun." He chuckles breathily, taking a long drag.
"Fun..." You murmur, looking out at the frat house from the window. Flashing blue, white, and green lights shined from inside, and folks were jumping up and down to the music. You knew Ken was somewhere in there, having a blast with his boys and Ms. Butterfly tattoo celebrating his big accomplishment. Why does he get to live it up and you don't? Your jaw clenches, feeling that anger that prompted your meeting Hanma in the first place rise back up for a second.
"You know what? I could use some fun for real. What'chu trynna do?"
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The sky looks so pretty, and to think you would've never seen it had you not come out here with Hanma. You look up at the pretty, glittery stars from the window. The sky is completely clear, and every single star is so luminous along with the nearly full moon. Tonight the pale moonlight is so bright that it's lighting up every surrounding as if it's day.
At the last point you looked at the time on your phone it was about twelve something, now...it could be any time, you had no clue. All you know is that Hanma had taken you to some random liquor store on the way to where you both currently are now. It was on the near outskirts of the city, up high and looking over the night. You two had gotten into the backseat of his car, much to your little angel on your left shoulder's dismay, talking about any and everything. Chill, vibey music played from the radio, going along perfectly with the atmosphere the night created.
"This is waaaay better than that frat party to be honest." You murmur lazily, taking another little sip from the bottle Hanma bought you. You felt so much looser around him thanks to the sweet alcohol, now you could relax and just be in the moment.
"Glad I could help." He grins, blowing smoke into the air as he wraps his arm over your shoulders. You sigh blissfully, leaning into his side with your eyes closed. The scent of him was so loud now that you were this close, that harmonious mix of cologne and cigarette smoke, it was honestly more intoxicating than the alcohol.
"If I stay like this too long I might fall asleep on you. You're surprisingly comfortable." You chuckle lightly, snuggling closer for a moment to further prove your point. Hanma let's out a short hum in response, then takes another long drag of his cigarette.
"Can't have that, can we?" He says lowly, taking your chin under his pointer finger, and making you look up at his pretty honey eyes.
"I guess not." You shrug, your voice matching his with just the slightest undertone of shyness.
He leans towards you, eyes lingering on your lips.
"Got any suggestions on what we should do?"
You feel yourself fold instantly, only able to utter out a meek "Mm mm" in response.
"No? No idea?" He teases, dragging his gaze back up to your innocent looking eyes. You shake your head hesitantly, unconsciously clenching your thighs together. It felt like his eyes were reaching deep into your soul, picking you apart piece by piece. He made you feel so exposed, like prey out in short, cut grass with no place to hide. Honestly, it excited you to a shameful degree. Not even Ken has ever made you flustered so easily. A simple question Hanma asks in a particular way has you utterly falling apart at the seams.
He notices the way your legs come together tightly, a knowing look plastering onto his face.
"Well I got a good idea, and it starts with you sittin' your pretty ass on my lap." He purrs, his voice dripping with lust.
You could've passed out right then and there. Shyly, you sit yourself on his lap, facing the window. Hanma laughs lightly at this, taking his time with another inhale from his cancer stick, then slowly exhales to the side.
"Face me, sweetheart." He instructs. You kept your hands wrapped around the alcohol bottle, hesitantly putting your legs on either side of him. You look straight down, feeling so conflicted on the inside-well...not that conflicted, and that was exactly the problem. It was crystal clear what you wanted, it's just...
"Good girl." He coos, grabbing your chin with his free hand and making you look up at him. Your heart pounds so hard in your chest, you're sure he can hear it. Hanma takes the bottle from your hands, chugging it down and finishing the rest. Your hands clasp together, waiting for his next move. He reaches past you, placing the empty bottle in one of the cup holders up front, his other arm snaking it's way around your waist and pulling you up closer against him. Instinctually you put your hands on his shoulders.
Without a word his right hand reaches behind your neck, holding you still as he finally leans in, placing his lips on yours in a slow, intense kiss. You visibly shudder, a shockwave of electricity flowing down your spine and throughout the rest of your body, eliciting a sigh-like moan from your mouth.
"Wait wait...this isn't...a-a good idea." You mumble breathily between the kiss, attempting to pull away.
"It's not?" He asks with a faux innocent tone, and mischievous looking smirk on his face. His hand on your neck keeps you steady while he skillfully slips his tongue into your mouth.
"I-I have...a boyfriend." You finally admit, though it was more of a harsh reminder for yourself. At this he finally pulls away just slightly.
"I know you're Ryuguji's girl." He states plainly, lips brushing temptingly against yours.
Your heart sinks, eyes going wide in shock. He knows?! He knows and yet the whole time around each other he's been coming on to you like this?!
"You know? You don't care?!" You question in bewilderment. Hanma lets you go, allowing you to shift back and put more space between the two of you.
"I knew he had a girl, just didn't know it was you until after the game. But it seems like you don't really care that much either." He shrugs, taking one last drag from the cigarette he still had then put it out on the ashtray he had sat next to him earlier.
"I do care! I-..I care..." You repeat with a frown, brows furrowed deeply. It's the first time you've really thought about Ken this whole time since you left that party.
"Are you tellin' me or tellin' yourself that?" He asks with a raised brow.
You wanna be mad at him, annoyed, anything, yet you know you'd just be a hypocrite. How could you be mad at Hanma yet feel sorry for yourself? You're the one that let him-let this-happen.
"Babe, babe, I apologized already. What else do you want me to do? I didn't know she was gonna kiss me!"
"How 'bout not put yourself in a position to even have something like that happen! This don't even make no sense, Ken! You just straight up let her kiss you, like, I watched you hesitate! Had I not come over here would you have even stopped?!"
Those were your words, your exact words that you yelled to Ken just some hours ago. You were already a hypocrite; already a fool. You even had the audacity to cry and storm off, you made a whole scene in front of people, and here you are hours later with butterflies in your stomach and wetter than a waterfall for a guy you just met. Uuuugghhhhhh! Conflicted isn't even the word...
Ken has never been particularly terrible to you. The two of you know your relationship came about in..not the most genuine or natural of ways, but you both made it work; you learned to love each other. He's sweet to you, you respect him, it's always been that way. But tonight, for some reason, that thing that you've always been missing, you can't ignore it.
There's no excitement, there's no...spontaneity or adventure with Ken. Everything is the same, everything's plain. You've tried to talk to him about it, ask him for something more or different, but he says it's just not his way. Ken likes stability and sameness, you've always loved newness, feeling stuck in a box or a loop that you can't escape when things are always the same. Hanma though, he gave you that excitement from the get go, without you even having to ask or hint at it. Sure you only just met him, but the way he makes you feel-gosh...Ken's never been able to pull this off in the entire two years and eight months of dating each other.
Then suddenly, Hanma rips you out of your turbulent thoughts, placing his hand underneath your jaw and lifting your head up with his thumb.
"Tell me what you want. If you wanna stop...we can stop." He murmurs softly.
Oh no, not another crossroads of decisions! This wasn't really the night for good decision making, especially not now with this mix of cigarette smoke and alcohol. Your eyes immediately shift to the side, already knowing your resolve would be out the window if you looked at him and those alluring eyes for even a second.
"It's not about what I want." You shake your head, wrapping your small hand around his wrist.
"It's exactly about what you want." He says almost like whisper, leaning in slowly towards your lips once again. You squeeze your eyes closed, brushing your lips against his, breathing heavier with each passing second. If you kissed him now, there's no one around to see you two...nobody would find out.
"Tell me what you want, angel." He commands, a slight urgency in his voice. He's becoming impatient.
You bite your tongue briefly, then clutch a fistful of his shirt by his shoulder, pressing your lips against his in a needy kiss. Instantly he wraps his arms around you, pulling you against him as close as possible. Your hands rest on his shoulders, then slide up to cup his face. This kiss was much more intense then the first, much more needy. As soon as your lips met, your fake boyfriend was once again long gone from your mind...and you loved it.
His hands grab your hips, guiding you back and forth slowly against his hardening erection in his pants. Shameful excitement coursed all through your veins, moaning into his mouth as your tongues hungrily danced with each other. Even though this was so wrong no matter which way you looked at it, it felt absolutely right; perfect.
His fingers dip into your sweatpants, tugging on them slightly. Pulling away from the kiss, he helps you take your sweatpants off, lazily throwing them in the passenger seat up front.
"Lowkey, this is gonna take a while. I still have my costume on." You chuckle, gesturing towards yourself. From your skintight body suit to your tights underneath, you had the entire fit on. He helps you take it off anyways, slipping you out of the bodysuit and just ripping a large hole in your tights right in the crotch area.
You let out a noise of shock, staring at him dumbfounded with your jaw hanging open.
"You're a dancer, I know this isn't your only pair." He chuckles, running his fingers around the rip he created.
"You're lucky I have more..." You narrow your eyes halfheartedly. He pulls you back into another heated kiss, reaching through the hole of your tights and swiftly shifting your panties to the side. Your heart skips a beat, gasping against his lips as you feel fingers graze against your wet folds.
"Damn, you're soaking wet, pretty girl. All that talk about "I can't" yet your pussy's begging for me like this..." He purrs lowly, his honey brown eyes intently watching as his fingers run back and forth, coating them in your syrupy slick.
You whimper, turning your head to the side in embarrassment while placing your hands on his shoulders. His free hand instantly grabs your jaw, turning you back to face him.
"Wanna ride my fingers, angel?" He asks in that addictively sultry tone, lightly massaging small circles around your clit with his thumb.
"Mhm." You nod, your mind going fuzzy with bliss.
"I want words." He demands, abruptly pulling his hand away. You're eyes widen, a pained look on your face at the feeling of his fingers no longer there.
"Yes, yes!" You answer frantically, your hips desperately searching for his fingers.
"Yes what?" He asks smugly, just slightly brushing his fingers over your needy clit.
"I-I wanna..", You hesitate, the embarrassment getting to you a little, "I wanna..ride your fingers." You finish, biting your lip as you force yourself to look into his intoxicating eyes.
"Please." You add breathily, gripping onto his shirt.
"There it is." He says with a satisfied grin on his face, slipping his middle finger inside as deep as he could. You gasp, tightening your grip on his shirt as you take in the stretch his finger gave you. He pulls out slowly then eases back inside, watching the faces you make. You bite your lip, uselessly trying to keep your moans quiet, moving your hips just slightly. He adds another finger, his ring finger, stretching you out further.
"Ohhh!" Your mouth falls open, unconsciously grabbing onto his wrist as you start to bounce up and down on his fingers and setting your own pace. Your slick coats his fingers in a sensual sheen, dripping slowly down to his wrist.
"Feel good, baby?" He asks seductively, leaning in to kiss and suck along your jawline and neck.
"Uh huh." You moan, breaths quickly becoming pants as you bounce faster.
"Gimme words." He demands sternly, making your walls clench around his fingers.
"'S so good!" You whine. Your legs start to tremble, making it harder to keep your pace steady. The sounds your pussy was making, that loud squelching against his fingers, was driving you crazy. You crashed your lips against his, sloppily kissing him as your hips helped you bounce faster.
He responds so fast, matching your pace as he curls his fingers, hitting somewhere so deep your eyes rolled back. Your hips stutter, breaking from the kiss as you throw your head back while your legs shake harder.
"Fuuuuck! Oh my god!" You cry, digging your nails into his wrist.
"Right here?" He murmurs, curving his fingers and hitting that same, sweet spot once again. Stuttered whimpers and whines was all you could respond with, your mind had completely shut down. Desperately you try to bounce with his strokes, but the tightening sensation building up in your core is too overwhelming.
Hanma places his hand on the back of your neck, forcing you to look at him, his eyes ablaze with lust.
"You look so pretty all fucked out already. You wanna cum?"
You fall forward, leaning your head on his shoulder. Making eye contact with him was just too dangerous right now, one look and you were seconds from an orgasm.
"Yes yeees, uuugh!" You moan loudly, wrapping your arms around his neck. He adds a third finger, easily sliding it inside with the rest. Your hips raise in the air, attempting to get away, yet Hanma's hand follows you.
"Don't run from it, angel." He coos, stroking your trembling thigh. You've never had three fingers before, especially not three fingers his size. You really didn't know what feeling full was until now, the feeling quite literally breathtaking. He picks the pace up, the sounds of your panting and moaning mixing harmoniously with the lewd noises your pussy makes. His fingers keep that same pace, same angle, with every stroke.
"Ah! Aah! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum-oh my god!" You cry out frantically, tears prickling at your eyes.
"Lemme see your face. Wanna watch you cum all over my fingers." He says lowly. You shakily lift yourself up, placing both your hands on his shoulders and digging your nails into them as you finally reach that high, cumming on his fingers.
"There you go, baby." He coos sweetly. Your legs kept shaking violently, eyes rolling back as he helped work you through your orgasm. It felt like he'd brought you up to the moon and back, pulling you apart then placing you back together. It took you a second for your body to relax, slowly sinking back down into his lap, only twitching here and there.
His fingers slip out of you with a little popping sound, then licks each one, tasting you as he looks you right in the eyes. You felt your pussy clench desperately around nothing at the sight.
"I want you." You murmur softly, leaning over and giving him needy licks and kisses on his neck. A deep, sultry moan leaves his lips, his large hands gripping your plush hips tightly.
"Yeah? Wanna fuck me, pretty doll?" He asks sensually, moving you back and forth and slightly bringing his hips up into you with each movement. You both moan together at the sweet friction, your head absolutely spinning. He feels so big.
"Mhmm, so bad." You answer blissfully, lightly sucking his neck between kisses.
Then suddenly, horrifically, your phone rings from somewhere in the passenger seat up front. You blink a few times, feeling like you just got ripped right out of an amazing dream. The ringer was on so you could hear it loud and clear, like it was yelling at you. At first, you had the thought to ignore it, but something deep down was stopping you.
"Wait. Hang on a second." You sigh annoyedly, pulling away from Hanma and going to reach over up front for your phone.
Incoming Call:
Big K💖
"Oh shit!" You whisper to yourself, eyes widening anxiously as you scramble to answer the phone. You quickly clear your throat, trying to compose yourself.
"Hey." You say calmly.
"Hey, where are you? I came to find you at the party but you weren't there, then I just came over to your room but you didn't answer the door." Ken says tiredly.
Your heart sinks in your chest. He's already back from the party?!
"Oh, that's 'cause I just-..I'm just out walking around right now."
"At two a.m.? What the hell are you doing?" He sounds genuinely annoyed now.
"Yeah, at two a.m.; I've done that before." You reply, your tone just a little bit snappy.
"Can you just...get your ass back here? I wanted to talk to you about earlier." He says in a more calm tone.
What's there to talk about? You think to yourself.
"Ok, but it's late. We should just talk tomorrow. I'll let you know when I'm back in my room." You sigh exasperatedly, facepalming.
"...Yeah, that makes sense. I'll talk to you tomorrow; love you. Let me know when you're back." He mutters disappointedly.
"Love you too." You mumble lazily before hanging up.
All of a sudden the atmosphere felt so heavy, you couldn't even bare to turn around and look at Hanma, or really, look at what you've just done with Hanma.
"Was that your boyfriend?" He asks plainly, though there was a slight sour undertone in his voice at the word boyfriend.
"Yeah. I...should go." You start, finally looking back at him with a highly conflicted expression.
"Could you take me home? Please?"
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The silence is so loud. It's heavy and suffocating, like losing the last bit of air you have left while underwater. You know Hanma's watching you, looking over at you every chance he can get while he drives back to campus. You also know that he knows you see him, just waiting for you to finally acknowledge it.
"I shouldn't have done that. We really shouldn't have done that." You finally break the silence, glancing over at him anxiously.
"Maybe not." He shrugs plainly, pausing for a moment.
"Did you like it?"
You inwardly facepalm at his question. Of course you liked it, loved it even, but that's besides the point!
"Yeah..." You murmur weakly, a heavily torn expression on your face. Hanma nods, keeping his on the road with a satisfied grin on his face.
I'm terrible...
You think to yourself.
"We should-..we should forget about it, right? Then..it'll be like it never happened." You nod anxiously, trying to think of any way to make this better.
A short, breathy chuckle leaves his lips.
"And how do you go about forgetting something like this? Let me guess, not thinking about it?" He asks in such a teasing way, it was not helping at all.
"Exactly! Not thinking about it! Just...lock it away somewhere until it's forgotten about. People do that all the time." You say with a bit of attitude.
'Cause clearly thinking isn't really my bag right now...
Hanma lets out a dry, short chuckle.
"Hate to spoil it for you, but that won't work. You know it won't." He says plainly, glancing over at you.
"It will. It will 'cause it has to." You grit out.
"You're really not thinkin' this one through, huh doll? You wanted to fuck me, and you would've had your boyfriend not called. You really think you're not gonna wanna finish what we started?" His tone is surprisingly serious as he looks over at you.
A frustrated huff leaves your lips, you couldn't think of a good response yet. You knew full well he was right, and it bothered you so badly. You were already aching to finish it, to finish on him, but you were using every bit of your willpower not to think about it.
"You can't just run away from that by 'not thinking about it-
"I know, but I have to! I don't have any other options." You say frantically, leaning your head on the window. Hanma shakes his head clicking his tongue, not bothering to go back and forth about it anymore.
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You got back to campus in about twenty more minutes. Hanma pulled up just down the block from your building per you request. With a tired sigh you get out of the car, turning and facing the window.
"I'll still help you with your photography project. If you want me to." You mumble.
"Y'sure you wanna do that? Might not be the best idea with your whole "forget about it" thing." He says with a slight taunt in his voice.
"I'm sure, 'cause what happened tonight was just a one time thing, so there's no reason to be nervous about anything else happening if or whenever I see you again." Your tone is purely serious, looking at him with the most sincere look you could muster.
He nods his head slowly.
"Whatever you say, angel."
Your eyes close, trying desperately to ignore the way your heart fluttered when he called you angel.
"Could you also please not tell anyone? This has to stay between us, like deadass, it has to." You plead.
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna tell anyone." He assures, though it didn't really do much to help how you felt.
"Good. This is the last time we speak of this, alright?" You say sternly, almost like a parent to their child.
"Damn, I see why you're the captain of the dance team now, Ms. Bossy." He teases.
"I'm serious! This is really import-
"I got it, I got it! I'm "forgetting" about you cumming all over my fingers as we speak." He chuckles in amusement, not being serious in the slightest.
You facepalm for probably the thousandth time tonight. Of course you had to cheat on Ken with the most unserious dude in the entire school.
"Alright. Well, I'll see you later or..whatever."
You huff, already making your way away from his car.
A/N🧚🏾♀️: Wheeeew chile...😩 that's all imma say on the matter. Chapter 4 coming soon.
P.S. Oool Shuji is so fine!! Got me giggling n kickin' my damn feet🤗
#shuji#hanma#shuji hanma x reader#shuji hanma x reader smut#a mile away㊙️#strawberryfairi🧚🏾♀️#black fem reader#tokyo rev#shuji smut#hanma shuji x reader#shuji hanma#shuji hanma smut#strawberryfairimasterlist#shuji is so fine gyat damn
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I’m not yet done with my TTPD x KOTLC analyses, I only have 6 posted rn, but what are your thoughts on that album with kotlc?? Cause some of those songs were SCREAMING the names of some of my favorite characters and ships—
Ok so I HAVe ALOT OF THOUGHTS BUT THEY'RE VERY UNORGANIZED SO BEAR WITH ME.
So when I listened to "Who's Afraid Of Little Old Me?" for the first time I thought 'okay this is what Sophie needs to be like in book 10' but also consider MARELLA!!! IN BOOK TEN!!! AS THIS SONG!!
"My Boy Only Breaks His Favorite Toys" gave Human AU Sophitz to me ngl. Like, if Matchmaking hadn't pushed it to the edge, they would've had a very slow death imo
I Can Do It With A Broken Heart is Biana Vacker and Biana Vacker only, enough said (I might do a longer post on this when it marinates)
Down Bad and So High School are both Sokeefe songs in ✨vibes ✨
I Hate It Here gives me Sophie in the forbidden cities all around. We don't often see her soft side, but this is what I think it would sound like.
The Tortured Poets Department is giving me SOMETHING. I feel like it's screaming the name of someone but I still can't figure out who and that's frustrating me.
Chloe or Sam or Sophia or Marcus is Very Much Sophitz in the sense that when I heard "you said some things I just can't unabsorb" something clicked for me
For now this is what I have lol I'm still trying to process the lyrics and meaning of each song so I'll probably post about it more
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#sophie foster#thank you so much for the ask!!#keefe sencen#sokeefe#fitz vacker#isa thinks#Sophitz#kotlc x taylor swift
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HELLO FELLOW DYVIM ENJOYER i saw youve been thinking abt him for 10 years so i was just wondering. do you have any headcanons youd like to share abt him. also i love your blog your vibes are great
LISTEN YOU ARE A TOP TIER HUMAN BEING FOR THIS KIND MESSAGE?????? THANK YOU ANON HOLY SHIT i love you tooLordy i HAVE been thinking (simping) about Dyvim for 10 years. And you know what, You Know What. It's time I share my Wizard101 headcanons ANYWAY so here YOU go: DYVIM WHITEHART HEADCANONS, courtesy of your boi, anxiously-sidequesting™.
(gonna refer to the young wizard as "you" since we're all just self inserts anyway)
During your time with Dyvim in Khrysalis (specifically Khrysalis Part 2), you and him would sleep together/near each other at night. Dyvim has come to trust you deeply enough that he would share his sleeping space with you as if you'd known each other forever, and would feel comfortable enough to curl up into a ball next to you for the camaraderie and trust bonding that his People also do with each other (bunk beds and shared sleeping pouches are common in Dyvim's culture)
Dyvim is old enough to drink, and enjoys certain types of wine with his cheese and bread from time to time. There was a pleasant interaction between him and King Pyat MourningSword during Dyvim's recovery from the Brood Mother's venom, where the King himself offered to regularly meet with Dyvim for a relaxing evening of wine and cheese after he returned from his journey, they still do it to this day and have a grand old time together
Contrary to when Dyvim is around you or his loved ones, he is actually reserved and quiet in informal and social settings. His training as a soldier has allowed him to be more assertive in battle, but if you take Dyvim to meet your Wizard City friends he will be the physical embodiment of 🧍
Alternatively, Dyvim tends to communicate with his hands as well as his words. Gestures, fidgeting, and pointing are all common when he speaks. He even knows Khrysalis sign language and is notably adept in patrols and training exercises where body language is needed
Dyvim has very pretty handwriting
Dyvim says he prefers sunny days over rainy, but he will occasionally take relaxing walks in the rain and likes to kick his legs through puddles to watch the rainwater splash
Dyvim's two favorite seasons are Spring and Autumn
One of Dyvim's hobbies is woodcarving. If you get the chance, you'll see many wooden figurines of various animals and people in his burrow
SO YEA THOSE ARE MY DYVIM HEADCANONS, sorry if they're boring but i personally like these actually. TYSMMMMMMM FOR THE WONDERFUL ASK AND FOR ASKING ABOUT MY HEADCANONS I LOVE TO TALK ABOUT THEM ❤️❤️❤️❤️ you're always welcome to send another ask too 🙏🏾✨❤️
#just to note i also hc the young wizard to be an adult in this situation#we cannot be 8 forever. we have got to be AT LEAST young adults by the time we meet dyvim#it also opens the door of having the wizard drink wine with him if theyre of age#if they arent then they can still join him and have apple juice or smth#also anyone lmk if i need to tag a tw for alcohol#wizard101#w101#wiz101#dyvim whitehart#asks#anon#long post
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Angels and Devils
A/N: Idk why it didn’t show up under my tags, so I am reposting the story?
Ask: Congratulations on 100 followers! Amazing! Wanted to send in my love and my request for Five Hargreeves from TUA! 👗 and/or 🌆, please! Thank you so much!✨ Fashion aesthetic: black and white. Whenever I hear Boyfriend I just automatically go to like, classy black dresses and pearl necklaces lol City: San Francisco. Idk why but Wildest Dreams gives me SF vibes - from @seconds-not-decades
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Five Hargreeves x reader
A/N: Thank you so much for requesting and participating in this celebration, sweetheart! I loved writing this so much, and I love your writing so much too, dsafdsafaf (shameless fangirling~) I hope you like this! Literally, San Francisco is barely in this, but oof-
Summary: Idk man-
Contains: Swearing? That's it... also mentions of a bar
Requested: Uh, yeah
NO SPOILERS FOR SEASON 3 (If you haven't watched it already, then what are you doing here? GO WATCH IT RN-)
“Hurry up!” commanded my dad as he rushed around our manor, commanding the workers to get the place set up for this evening's ball. The living room, where the ball would take place, showed off my father's plentiful wealth, a crustal chandelier hanging from the ceiling and ornate marble busts and artworks lining the walls. “Hey Angel, how was school?” greeted my father as soon as he noticed me leaning against one of the marble columns in the room. “It was good, dad! What was the theme again, for the dance?” I asked as I strode forward giving my dad a hug before stepping away and looking at him expectantly for an answer. “Black and white, Y/N! I thought I told you that ages ago,” said my father absent-mindedly, his mind occupied by thoughts of the party. “Hey, don’t put the vase there!” he hustled over to the exhausted woman, who looked annoyed with him. I chuckled at my dad’s obsessive behavior before walking over to my room. I dropped my backpack in the corner of my room and fell onto the bed, exhausted from the school day. I thanked my lucky stars that the weekend was about to start, so I didn’t have to deal with sleep deprivation the next morning.
I heard a knock at my door, making me take support from my elbows to lift my head to look at the door before yelling, “Come in!” “Hello Miss Y/N! I was just bringing the dress for the party tonight. Your father had arranged for it,” she said as she held a large garment bag in her arms. “Thank you!” I said sweetly, making the woman smile at me before placing the bag next to my place on the bed. She left the room, leaving me alone with my thoughts. I pushed myself off the bed and picked up the garment bag, unzipping the bag to reveal a white party dress. It was graceful enough to fit into the grand gala, but not to the point where it felt like I was out of the 18th century. I lifted it to see that it was fairly light, and the bust glittered with small pearls stitched into it. Along with it was a halo which had a switch attached to it that made it glow with white light, like the devil horns you would get at Disneyland. I knew the exact set of pearls that would go with the dress, and white shoes to match.
By the time I was ready, I was basically late. I ran down the lonely corridor, holding onto the halo on my head to ensure that it didn’t become wonky. My shoes clacked against the marble floors, though the sound faded as I got closer to the music that was playing. I slid to a stop in front of the double door entrance to the room where the party was being held. I inhaled deeply, adjusting my dress before entering the room, pushing the door open with barely any force. My father looked away from his conversation with a moncled man with seven kids around him. The girl was wearing a classic little black dress, with gold sparkles that added a pop to the otherwise plain dress. The other boys all were different renditions of a suit, most just wearing a white or black suit over a white shirt and dress pants. “Y/N, you look very nice,” he said, offering the crook of his elbow to me. I entwined my own elbow with him, and he pulled me closer to the man he had been conversing with earlier.
“Angel, this is Mr. Reginald Hargeeves! He was my friend and business during the 90s,” said my father, introducing me to the cold-looking man. “Pleasure to meet you Mr. Hargreeves. My name is Y/N L/N,” I said, nodding politely at the man. I knew men like him, and they didn’t appreciate physical contact. “These are my children,” he said in response, waving his hand to direct my attention towards the seven kids who stood with stoic expressions, their hands behind their backs. I smiled politely, but received no response, except the fourth kid, who grinned. The one who caught my eye, however, was the fifth one, who glared at his smiling brother. His gaze fell on me, the sharp look in his green eyes making me shudder. He was the only one wearing a black three-piece on top of a crisp white shirt, a gold pocketwatch placed in his breast pocket, the top of it visible. He looked like sin, like the devil. “I’ll take your leave, father,” I said, removing my arm from his and going toward the refreshment table, trying to forget the green-eyed boy by picking up one of the glasses of lemonade and sipping the drink.
I walked around the grandly decorated room, talking to the few adults I knew, but spending most of my time swaying gently to the music as I stood on the sides. I noticed that among the Hargreeve children, the blonde boy and the girl had snuck away together and were talking amongst themselves. The two shy brunettes were admiring the artworks on the walls. Three of them, however, stood near the windows, admiring the moonlit greenery around the house. “Hello,” I greeted the three politely, making them look up at me in unison. “Hey Y/N!” said the boy who had grinned at me earlier excitedly, pulling me into a sudden hug. His white shirt was wrinkled, and his suit dangles off his shoulders as if he had stolen them from someone. “I don’t think I caught your names,” I said, making the boy split away from me and point at himself. “I am Klaus! Grumpypants number one here is Diego, grumpypants number two is Five,” he said, pointing at the two boys respectively. “Five? Isn’t that a bit odd for a name?” I questioned, looking at the green-eyed boy I had admired earlier. “Angel? Isn’t that a bit on the nose?” asked the boy, looking at my get-up pointedly, especially the halo on my head. I crossed my arms, glaring at the boy, who scowled with the same intensity. “Five! We are her guests!” protested Klaus, ‘Diego’ just looking at the scene with an upward crook of his eyebrows. Five, however, didn’t seem to back down. A small giggle then escaped me, just as Five snorted before we both broke into bouts of laughter. “Nice to meet you,” I said through chuckles, holding my hand out to him. Rather than shaking my hand, as I has expected, he took a hold of the tips of my fingers and brushed his lips against my knuckles, the small contact making blood rush to my face. “Pleasure to meet you too, ‘Angel’,” he mocked, making me roll my eyes to ignore the nervous thrum of my heart.
Soon, I started a conversation with the three boys, understanding what it was like to be the children of Reginal Hargreeves, and being the crime fighting team known as The Umbrella Academy. Suddenly, a familiar tune echoed through the room, making my eyes light up as I turned away from my conversation toward the sparsely crowded dance floor. “You okay, Y/N?” asked Five, his left eyebrow raised in confusion. “Swan Lake! This is my favorite waltz,” I mentioned as I stood on my tiptoes in search of my father in hopes of getting one dance in tonight. “Who are you looking for then?” he asked, still confused. “My dad! I want to dance,” I said, before giving up and pouting, crossing my arms angrily. “Well then, may I have this dance?” he asked, offering his hand to me. “Thank you! Literally, you are an angel!” I said happily, placing my hand into his. We moved to the still mostly empty dance floor, Five and I facing each other. I placed my left hand on his shoulder and he slid his rich arm around my waist. I placed my other hand in his, before beginning the classic waltz. I took a step backward, just as Five took a step forward, his dress shoe now placed where my shoe was earlier. I kept my eyes on my feet, trying to remember the steps, not used to dancing with someone who wasn’t my father. “Hey, look up,” said the boy, making my head tilt up to look into his eyes. “Keep your eyes on me,” he said comfortingly, a confident look in his eyes that immediately put me at ease. At the crescendo of the piece, Five’s other hand slipped from my hand and moved to the other side of my waist, before lifting me, just as I placed my free hand on his shoulder. He placed me down and twisted me around, keeping his own movement constant to the beat. When the music slowed down again, he resumed his initial steps, adding in a twirl every now and then, moving both of us across the whole floor. When the music slowed to just a violin, he brought me closer to him with a gentle tug at my waist as we swayed slowly on the spot. The steps were easier as I forgot everything around me, the only thing on my mind was the boy who stood in front of me. His hand was placed at the small of my back, the warmth making me giddy from the blood rush. Just as the music reached a close, he moved his left hand behind his back, keeping his right hand on my waist. I took that as a hint a dipped backward, his hand supporting me from falling over. I kept my hold on his shoulder with my right hand, while moving my left hand up to finish the final step.
My breath hitched as I looked into his eyes, which were twinkling from the excitement of the dance. The warmth of his hand passed through the thin material of the dress, which felt like a burn against my cold skin. Suddenly, applause thundered through the room, making both of us snap away from each other as Five brought me back into a standing position. I glanced around the floor to see that it was empty, everyone having formed a circle around where Five and I had danced. “Thank you for the dance, good sir,” I said in a fake posh accent, curtsying. Before he could respond, I felt someone’s hand clap against my shoulder. “Don’t steal my daughter away from me, Five. She’s my angel,” joked my father, making me chuckle awkwardly. “Wouldn’t dream of it, sir,” replied Five. I walked away from the two’s conversation toward Diego and Klaus. “Ugh, I’m bored,” I complained as soon as they were within earshot, making both of them look toward me. “Didn’t seem that bored a few minutes ago,” said Klaus teasingly. “What are you talking about?” I asked, feigning innocence. “Oh, you know…” he trailed off, looking suggestively in the direction of the dance floor. “I don’t.” “Ok then,” said Klaus, Diego and him glancing at each other with knowing looks. “You just left me with your dad!” complained Five suddenly from behind me, making me jump. “Yeah, and? I was bored,” I replied, shrugging slightly. “Bored? That’s your excuse-,” protested Five, before I cut him off. “Let’s go somewhere. I’m tired of staying here.” “Where would we even go?” questioned Diego, making me grin. “I have a few ideas in mind,” I said airily, walking away, and hearing three distinct pairs of footsteps coming after me. “Please take us to the Raven bar, sweetheart,” I said as soon as we had settled into the limo. “WE’RE GOING TO A BAR?” all three said in different tones, Five with surprise, Klaus with uncontrolled joy, and Diego with confusion. “Yep! These parties always get boring by the second hour, so I sneak out to bars or clubs,” I said happily, grinning at the three of them. “I didn’t take you to be a bad girl! WE HAVE TO BE BESTIES!” exclaimed Klaus, making me chuckle. “I guess the angel get up is more ironic than on the nose, huh,” said Five, making me turn to face him with a sly smile on my face. “I think I might corrupt you, sweetheart,” I whispered in his ear, placing a kiss on the boy's cheek just as the car started, making a wild blush appear on his face. Electricity thrummed under my skin from the contact.
Oh, this was going to be fun.
#Five#five hargreeves x reader#five hargreeves#five x reader#tua#The Umbrella Academy#no spoiler for season 3 :)#tua x reader#x reader#tua five#number five#ben hargreeves#victor hargreeves#klaus hargreeves#diego hargreeves#luther hargreeves#Allison Hargreeves
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Some of my modern au HCs include
-Kuni and Aether T4T
-Kuni is rooming with Heizou and Kazuha, the only two people that can endure his ass- Heizou bc he doesnt just take Kunis shit and Kazuha because he has perfected his Zen
-Heizou AND Kazuha can tell that Kuni has been far more chill with Aether in his life and openly softer. Meanwhile it seems like Aether is starting to be a bit more 'selfish' as he says more frequently "no" to people instead of helping everybody out
-Kuni has an aweful relationship with his mother and got only trauma from his adoptive father (Dottore) so kid's just fucked all around.
-Kuni plays bass and is p good at it too.
-Aeth is actually not very good with delicate crafts like sewing, embroidery, knitting or any of that, but he is super sporty and a surprisingly good home repairman.
-Aeth makes friends fast and is very popular so he heared 'you should stay away from Kuni, he's trouble.' quite often. In actuality Kuni is least likely to send you to hospital for the wrong comment. That's Aethers job.
-A thing that is very specific to them is that Kuni started to just hook his pinky finger with Aethers. Mostly out of emberassment but Aeth took it and used it to then slowly deepen their physical contact. Since Kuni has days where physical touch is a no go this is the most he will manage on these days and Aeth completely accepts that.
-despite what most would imagine: Kuni is... Pretty chilll with Aeths popularity. he never makes a scene, he doesnt get mad at Aether if someone flirts with him- he trusts him completely to stay faithful. When Heizou and Kazuha heared of that it was a big shock because gaining Kunis trust is fucking difficult and a long process. But it just turns put that Kuni has no energy to waste in being jealous. He gets insecure a few times but jealousy is rare with him.
-AETH HOWEVER GETS REAL PISSY. He does NOT like people making a move on HIS boyf and Kuni ALWAYS teases him about it.
-Nahida in this is actually Kunis social worker therapist kind of person and she actually formed quite a bond with him.
Yeah thats all i got so far haha
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hdhshzgs thank you for sharing!!! i love love love how expectations get turned on their head with their behaviour and aether being the fighty-punchy one, and kuni being the trustful one!! AND THE PINKY THINGY. 😭 ALSO T4T SCARAETHER *bangs fists on the table.*
totally can see all their roles being that, with how canon here is utilised, NAHIDA IS HIS SOCIAL WORKER THERAPIST PLEASEEE i need to see scara on the chair in her office the very first time, i bet it didn't go well at all, but i also bet she earned his trust, too. 😭❤️
and i loveeee anemo boys interacting i wonder if the tone deaf bard is in the picture somewhere ehe. AND AETHER BEING THE JEALOUS ONE IS NSHDHD.
this also made me realise that i don't have a very fleshed out concept of them in the modern au, purely vibes ✨. but i also imagined twins being the popular ones, school/college sweethearts, all that. but there's no true connection, and twins rarely reciprocate people's feelings bc this is also the vibes i'm getting from canon. it's all just. sweet, and that's it. scara is avoiding any connections on purpose but got better over the years to at least not act like a rabid cat. i think he's very proud and doesn't let anyone get under his skin and. err, snobish. and well versed in social cues and etiquette enough to violate it constantly with precision. he's the quiet guy which sometimes make people think he's an easy target who will take shitty behaviour and then there's a literal death ray turning their way as he glares and opens his mouth.
him and aether are kinda established in my head, and they're very open and chill with their relationships bc i want my boys to be happy and if pda could create energy aether would power a city and it required a lot of work to get here but they're committed. also they have each other as their lock screens and their message history is the funniest thing with aether being constantly on a brink of getting an aneurysm and scara's dry as a desert answers. ☝️
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An ask coming your way!!!
What would being on an autumn date with Matt in Central Park be like 🥹
rhi my darling my sweet 💕
this gives me first date vibes?? so I feel like ya boy is ✨nervous✨ ok ok here we go:
matt shows up at your apartment right on time, cane held loosely in his grip, a bouquet of daisies in his other hand
he gives you the flowers with an awkward flourish, leaning across the door to peck your cheek. “ready to go?”
you grab your keys and take his arm, half-leading him down the stairs and out onto the sidewalk
“you know, you still haven’t told me where we’re going,” you giggle, falling into step beside him. you don’t know how he’s so sure of his steps, assume that he just knows his way around the city that well.
“well, that would kind of defeat the purpose of that being a surprise, now, wouldn’t it?”
there’s a lot of rights and lefts and pauses at intersections as he leads you though through the city. there’s a quick stop at a bodega to get coffees and matt tells you to pick a few of your favourite snacks.
before you know it, you’re strolling through central park, and at some point or another, your hand has moved from where it was wrapped around his bicep down to his own, and his fingers are twined with yours. his cane is folded now, his steps surer and a bit quicker than they’d been on the sidewalk.
“almost there,” he tells you after a bit more walking. and sure enough, a few more twists and turns and there it is.
he’s picked the perfect place, and you have no idea how. a small clearing, somehow devoid of people, a red and white checked blanket spread beneath a canopy of trees. the winds rocks the branches gently and you watch as leaves of all hues float to the ground below. it’s beautiful.
matt hears your sharp inhale and his hand tightens around yours. “surprise.”
the rest of the day is spent sprawled on the blanket together. you talk about everything; your favourite books and records and the best restaurants in the city. you talk about where you went to school and where you grew up. he’s a good conversationalist, and you feel incredibly as ease, playing with his fingers while you talk.
at one point, you’re both laid out on the blanket and he pulls you until your head is resting on his stomach, lifting gently with his inhales and exhales, his fingers scratching lightly at you scalp.
“I love autumn,” you tell him, watching the trees above you continue to sway in the breeze. “all the colours, and how beautiful everything looks, and the…” you trail off, a pang of guilt in your stomach. you sit up, lifting your head from his grasp. “I’m sorry.”
“what for?” he asks, reaching out and pinching your chin lightly between his forefinger and his thumb. the action manages to steal your breath more than the landscape around you. the grin on his face? even more so.
“I just—” you start, cutting yourself off when you realize you don’t know how to say it. because you’re blind and here I am staring at everything and talking about how beautiful it is and you’ll never see it. it makes your heart pang in your chest.
“describe it to me,” he commands, his voice low, and then his thumb lifts to swipe over your bottom lip. “tell me what you see.”
you forcibly remove your gaze from that perfect mouth of is, making your eyes flit about the park before you say: “colours. so many colours. reds and oranges and yellows and browns. and the sky is the perfect shade of blue, like it’s been run through with silver? I don’t…I’m not doing a very good job of this, am I?”
he chuckles, and your eyes are back on his mouth. “you’re doing great, sweetheart. I like the sound of your voice.” it makes you blush and his hand moves to the side of your face, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his palm rests against your cheek. “now tell me. what do you see when you look at me?”
you tilt your head to the side, deeper into his palm, staring at him intently. god, you could go on and on about the sharp lines of his jaw, the slight curl in his hair, the perfect curve of his mouth. he hasn’t kissed you yet, this being your first date and all, but if you wrote poetry, you think you would write sonnets about those lips.
“I see a handsome man,” is what you say instead. “a beautiful man. a man I want to know everything about.”
“everything?” he repeats, and one brow raises.
“everything. but, for now, I see a man who needs to kiss me this instant.”
and oh, does he ever.
he leans forward just as you do, hand still on your cheek guiding you toward him. his mouth is warm and soft and he tastes like coffee and cinnamon. it’s intoxicating, the way he’s so gentle at first, asking, before you lean in a little more and he returns in kind, sinking his teeth into your lower lip and moving his hand back to tangle his fingers in your hair.
“wow,” is all you can manage when you come up for air, breathless and cheeks flushed. he leans in to give you a peck, a broad grin on his face.
needless to say, you end up back at his apartment that night, and the bright lights of the billboard outside go unnoticed.
#kay talks to people#mutual bbys#murdock#matt murdock#my fics#matt murdock x you#matt murdock x reader#daredevil#THIS IS SO SOFT IM
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Thaïs (La Scala, 2022): Reactions, Part I
another day, another olivier py production
yup! it’s an olivier py production alright!
the monks have apparently invested in neon lighting
despite this, we have some almost vienna levels of lighting
that’s better also why not use dreams as ways to estimate ETA i guess
LUCAS MEACHEM MY BELOVED!!!!
also what’s with the boys’ school uniforms
secondhand catholic guilt
this is not going to be the triumph you think it is, athanaël
“for the record: i’m telling you this is a bad idea”
it’s the little musical moments like these chords and texturing right here that make massenet a genius
very sleep much comfortable
athanaël: what the malarkey
“send help”
“STOP TAKING MY FOOD”
“dude litchrally i’m poor and you’re a monk aren’t y’all supposed to help the poor”
“i’m now going to physically assault you”
dude you didn’t even see thaïs. you saw a random woman without a shirt on. stop deluding yourself.
Area Baritone Sings Magnificently And Loves The Floor A La Jonas
(“savannah that is prostration, a catholic religious ritual thing.” i am aware. let me be a little facetious.)
bouncer in the house
Area Baritone Gives Entire City Bad Yelp Rating (while continuing to sing MAGNIFICENTLY)
nicias’ outfit is a VIBE happy pride month everyone
like come on. fabulous. (also this tenor is GOOD)
“well i’m homophobic so.”
when even the LEAD (ish) TENOR tells you not to do something, perhaps you should not do that thing
it’s giving cabaret vibes
��you think he’s a hot priest like fleabag?”
“i mean…”
“one, please stop. two, i’m a monk not a priest.”
“okay now it just feels like you’re making fun of me :/“
i always love this makeover scene (even though there really wasn’t much of a makeover here and also the tempo was kinda weird)
STUNNING BEAUTIFUL MAGNIFICENT ETC ETC MARINA REBEKA MY BELOVED
“tomorrow i will be nothing more to you than a name…” that line always hits different
he’s Conflicted TM
okay but for real aside from the scene itself, the music is just so HOT
“i get you’re trying to ruin the vibe but really you’re just making it more interesting so haha”
✨showdown✨
she reads him like a BOOK
THE SLOW KICKLINE HAHAHAHAHA
and a parting challenge!
#opera#opera tag#thaïs#opera liveblog#massenet#jules massenet#i’ve been wanting to see this for a while and it is by and large living up to my high expectations
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brandy!!!! putting treats out for little old me...? 🥺🥰 ::sniff sniff:: 🥹 that's soooo sweet thank you! 🥰also, don't worry about hoarding that ask! ☺️💕
hehe so listen. I think steve knows how to camp in the sense of putting a sleeping bag down somewhere and falling asleep 😌 however... I sometimes wonder how his childhood would affect his behaviour in a situation like that. yanno, is he going to give no shit bc of the serum or is he still going to be worried about germs/how cold it's going to get/etc. bc he was such a sickly child? 🤔 anyways. I don't think he'd know what to do with all of the modern camping gear and stuff 😂 but I feel like raccoon hybrid reader would absolutely vibe with steve's bare minimum approach and just sleep under the stars with him 🥰🥹
ahhh I love these two so much 😭🫣 would our sweet reader collect nice and shiny rocks for all the friends waiting back at the compound? 👀 would reader share some of the treasures that were found (flowers and berries) with steve but only in exchange for kissies? 🥹 and what would steve do to pass the time? did he bring a sketchbook? is he drawing little sketches of reader? ::screeching:: 😭👀🫣 I‘m going to stop myself there HOW CUTE WOULD THAT BE PLSSSS OMG 🙃😂
thank you for thinking of me AND giving me one of your sweet lil baby potatoes, sweet brandy! 🥺🥰 hope you have a good start into the week ☀️🌸💕
-🦝
MY DEAR SWEET RACCOON ANON you don't know how many times i've thought about steve growing up as a city boy and having to rough it in europe during wwii or him serumed vs preserumed 🥺
i don't think he'd give a shit about germs lolol this man would wander through a subway tunnel and wade through nyc flood waters without fear of tetanus. ticks probably scare him but he's such an urban dweller that he'd see a mama bear and her cub and be like aww 🥺. meanwhile, raccoon reader is yanking him away
hehe they do the bare minimum shelter plus a safe campfire so they stay warm n cozy. but snuggling under the stars is a good alternative 😌💕💕 their trips are peaceful and calm (for steve) and wonderfully stimulating (for raccoon reader). he gets to sketch the great outdoors, maybe bring out a portable watercolor kit while she ✨forages✨ hehe stevie gets to share if he's very nice and gives kissies 😚
sometimes he wakes up to a pile of mushrooms and fruits at the campsite. one time, he finds a heap of carrots, tomatoes, and tatos.... coincidentally, they've stopped very near a vegetable farm. shh, raccoon hybrid!reader jus being a good provider 🥺
giving u a forehead kissie mwah mwah
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Chapter 19: Conspiracy Between a Cadre
Elijah and Daneel take the plunge, and Gem shocks everyone by showing a side that they’ve never seen before. Hardly recognizable by her comrades, she takes off at high noon for a very different kind of duel.
https://archiveofourown.org/works/35069428/chapters/115625584
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If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, and a bitch ain't one
Tip my hat to the sun in the West
Feel the beat right in my chest
At the cross roads a second time
Make the devil change his mind
It's a pound of flesh but it's really a ton
99 problems and a bitch ain't one
If you're having girl problems I feel bad for your son
I got 99 problems and a bitch ain't one
99 problems
But a bitch ain't one
Like broken glass under my feet
I can lose my mind in this heat
Lookin' for the prize but I don't want blood
Oh I won't drink then I drink the flood
Well you can come inside but your friends can't come
99 problems and a bitch ain't one
If you havin' girl problems I feel bad for you son
I got 99 problems, but a bitch ain't one
I got 99
99
99
99
99 problems
But a bitch ain't one
99
99 problems
But a bitch ain't one
⚠️ Mild chapter spoilers below
So, about these not-misogynistic lyrics. Besides being a badass driven tune that has honourable outlaw vibes:
Girl problems: Elijah/Daneel don't have girl problems because they're both men, and the girls are the opposite of a problem for them
Bitch: Gem = badass bitch. R. Finley = Kidan’s bitch. Kidan = actual bitch.
At the cross roads a second time: the decision to tell the girls. First time was the decision to get together
Make the devil change his mind: fighting back against malevolent forces
It’s a pound of flesh but it's really a ton: they're putting their fate in the hands of the girls and staking it all in exchange for help. In Merchant of Venice, the famous use of this “pound of flesh” phrase, Antonio's collateral with moneylender Shylock was a literal pound of his flesh. It also has this quote:
“My purse, my person, my extremest means
Lie unlocked to your occasions.”
—Bassanio to Antonio
(Asimov wrote in his guide to Shakespeare that Bassanio offering his life like this to Antonio was a declaration of homosexual love. Sound familiar to our boys?)
Lookin' for the prize but I don't want blood: they’re only acting in self-defense and are non-violent
Well you can come inside but your friends can't come: R. Finley’s in their dome now that they’ve converted him, not the other henchmen who can’t come Outside to come inside
Tip my hat to the sun in the West: when they’re Outside, the West is the open farmland, the City is to the East. Although this chapter doesn’t take place at literal sunset
I can lose my mind in this heat: Elijah doesn’t like heat and lies in a dark room after working Outside as a “cure for over-brightness”
Just in case, here’s some real blues
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AWWWWWW WHAT?
ty! Tysvm v////v
um so here's my 5 songs I like to listen to on my playlist atm
5.
I dunno, been listening to this song a lot lately for a character. Bella. That's who. Gorsh I need to post some more stuff about my own characters. But also I just love how the chorus hits.
It's a damn cold night
Trying to figure out this life
Won't you take me by the hand?
Take me somewhere new
I don't know who you are but I,
I'm with you...
4.
I like to imagine this as the song that opens my daydream like those older 2000s movies lmao. It's just different scenes of my characters getting up for another day of high school. Damn, what does Turmoil have to offer today for this group of teens?
You're just the girl all the boys want to dance with
And I'm just the boy who's had too many chances
I'm sleeping on your folk's porch again, dreaming
She said, she said, she said,
"Why don't you just drop dead?"
3.
Yes. I love this song. Great to listen to and imagine a montage of my characters being themselves. That's all.
I don't wanna be anonymous
But, I don't wanna be you
In a city full of promises
Nothing rings true
2.
I was debating hard asf with this, Bitch I'm nice or Monaleo We not Humpin lmao. "Y'all be weak in the meat. Stand up."
"STAND UP."
Anyway, persuasive is a vibe so I think I listen to this more because I like playing it in the background while i'm doing my hair or chores and stuff :)
Anyway stream Doechii
Feel it's the season I should let go
And that's the reason I'ma buy more
Feel it's the season I should fly solo
AHHHH I LOVE THIS SONG
once again, debating against this one or immature. TBH i feel like Immature sounds more interesting BUT I LOVE THE MUSIC VIDEO TO THIS SONG.
Ahhh! And I LOOOOOVE imaging Lillian, Meghan, and Savannah singing this in a music video very similar to the official one rofl.
Anyway, in the crossover AU, I think about with Turmoil bleeding into MTH, this is the song that plays as a montage after Boomian breaks up and Lillian goes around Townsville mentally getting over a particular blonde boy. I talk about Lillian a lot so you can probably guess who my favorite is in my daydreams 👀
and the line "never liked your momma so I guess she's blocked is definitely a shot at Him. 👀
I'ma put your shit in a cardboard box
Changing my number and I'm changing the locks
When you can't get in, know your heart gon' stop
You may be crying, but boy, I'm not
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Midnights Thoughts!!!
Okay y’all I’m dropping my first thoughts on midnights below. Let’s chat about the album!
Overall, I love it, I love it, I love it! Very lyric styles of folklore and evermore meets the sounds of Lover and Rep!
Lavender Haze:
-Okay this is the pop music standard
-the lyric “one night or a wife” so true
-we are back in bridge city
Maroon:
-sick New York reference
-bopping chorus
-“so scarlet it was maroon” very Wanda
-“carnations you thought were roses, that’s us” JESUS CHRIST
-scarlet lips seems a lil fruity
-easily a fave
Anti-Hero:
-this is for the archer girlies
-“I’m the problem, it’s me” ☹️
-“I wake up screaming from dreaming”
-it is definitely exhausting being the anti-hero
-it’s giving Natasha
Snow On The Beach:
-the beginning of this song is like when you aren’t sure if you really saw someone or you just wanted to see someone so your brain told you that you did
-“stars by the pocketful” is actually so cute
-lyrically brilliant
-where’s Lana though?
-the key change is good
You’re On Your Own, Kid:
-immediately chills
-this makes me nostalgic for high school
-reminds me of my friends and how I love them so much and how we have each other even as time changes
-“just to find my dreams aren’t rare” SHUT UP TAYLOR
-“pages turned with bridges burned” end of rep vibes
-very big sister energy
Midnight Rain:
-the beginning is wild
-lyrically I enjoy it
-very true of thinking of someone after a long time
-could make a good fic
Question…?:
-“a color I’ve searched for since” very illicit affairs like
-she says “her” a lot
-upbeat but sad
-“did you wish you put up more of a fight?”
-bridge city
Vigilante Shit:
-great vibes
-definitely the revenge she spoke of
-the girl from mad woman
-girl power anthem
-“don’t get sad, get even” tattoo this on my forehead
Bejeweled:
-“didn’t notice you walking over my peace of mind in the shoes I gave you” it’s giving my tears ricochet and the jewels she gave them
-obsessed with the way she says ✨shimmer✨
-this song scratches the itch in my brain
-one of my faves
Labyrinth:
-I cried a lot
-the breathing instructions, thank you Dr. Swift
-“I’ll be getting over you my whole life” PLEASE SEND HELP
-crying, shaking, throwing up
-Natasha Romanoff’s song
Karma:
-vibes
-lol spider boy reference
-“karma is my boyfriend” so true
-the voice layering is cute
Sweet Nothing:
-Joe!!!!!
-this is what love sounds like idc
-please someone love me like this
Mastermind:
-absolute banger
-get what you want bestie
-“I’m the wind in our free flowing sails”
-this song feels like the end of a movie when everyone comes home after a long day
Omg plus new tracks!
The Great War:
-okay the drums rock
-I like it and processing it is a lot with this chaotic surprise lol
-“I vow I will always be yours” cute!!!
Bigger Than The Whole Sky:
-“every single thing I touch becomes sick with sadness” SAD but good fic material
-“I’ve got a lot to live without. I’m never gonna meet what could’ve been would’ve been” 😭
-I am a shell of a woman
Paris:
-funky fresh
-“draw a map on your bedroom ceiling” adorable!
-I love love
High Infidelity:
-great rhythm
-“the slowest way is never loving them enough” ouchie
-feels regretful yet unapologetic
Glitch:
-sounds like a rain stick lol
-interesting vibes
Would’ve, Could’ve, Should’ve:
-intro has similar sound to Mary Jane’s Last Dance
-“the gods honest truth is that the pain was heaven”
-Taylor don’t be shy and release the rock and roll version please
-“I regret you all the time”
-“god rest my soul, I miss who I used to be” GOOD GRIEF
Dear Reader:
-younger me needed this
-her whole heart is in it
-advice for Nothing New stans
#this are my loose first takes#I will have many more ideas as I learn lyrics#midnights#taylor swift#my inbox is wide open for taylor thoughts and theories today
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I took a break from dating for a while. Honestly, I intended the break to be indefinite. I haven’t had very great experiences in my love life, a part of me was ready to just give up and put it on the back burner. But I decided to give it one last go. On my own terms. This is what I can up with.
Give it one more chance - on your terms and conditions
Try the dating apps one more time. Focus on the people you have really good conversations with. Don’t be afraid to be weird or “too much”. These people are just practice and play. Even if it takes a long time or never works out. Use it to your advantage.
Fulfill your need for connection and intimacy 🫂
Get what you need out of it - connection. Authenticity. Conversation. Learn about yourself. Learn about other people. Build yourself up. Try things out.
Be honest
Be upfront with them. Let them know that you’re not interested in meeting right away. You want to talk to them first. Tell them that you need a reason to meet in person, you won’t meet just anyone.
🪞 Make them put in some effort - if it doesn’t click then it doesn’t click and you can both move on
Make them work for it a little, see who you vibe with the most. Make them wait. So that when it finally happens - you could end up with a good friend if not a lover.
If it still doesn’t work out then you don’t need to force it.
A person I vibe with will also need that internal connection.
Being intentional ✨ 🌟
This way you are meeting people and being intentional about it. Still left up to fate to a certain extent but following your intuition and authenticity.
What I’ve learned
I’ve learned that I’m not interested in meeting unless we can have some good conversation first. I’m looking for someone I vibe with. If they say they do better in person, yeah that’s probably true, but I don’t have a lot of free time to meet up so it won’t work. Again - it’s not about perfection, it’s about effort.
A lover boy who loves loving and a lover girl who loves being loved ♥️💗💕
A guy head over heels for you wouldn’t think twice about making you pay or plan. They’ll just be happy for you to be there and do whatever they can to make it so that you want to stay around. If they don’t feel like that then you’re not the one for them or they don’t have enough fire for you.
Be slow and intentional
I need to move very slowly. If they are not okay with that then we wouldn’t be compatible anyways.
I’m not looking to fool around. I’m looking for someone stable and fun.
Planning Dates
*I do not have a lot of free time or energy that I am willing to give away. It should be worth it. I should be excited or it’s not worth it.
And when you do decide you want to meet them - don’t just meet for coffee. Make it an activity. Something you can get something out of. Like flower picking or apple picking, seeing the ice caves, try a new restaurant, go see a movie you have a common interest in, go to build a bear, take a painting class, a cooking class, a city event, an art gallery, Toads, Lagoon, fair or festival, arcade, have them show you a good time. If they don’t have the time or money or interest to make that happen. Then they can’t afford you.
It’s not about money or being perfect - it’s about effort. One man’s “sure” is another man’s “yes please”.
💡
You can go through a hundred guys and it’ll be worth it if you find just one that you can have a good talk with. No rush, no pressure, no expectations,just vibing. Friends.
My Intentions - for my own clarity and the universe 🌌
“Look, I’m gonna be straightforward with you. I’m not looking for a long term relationship, I’m not looking for a relationship. I move slowly and if you’re not up for that then we’re probably not compatible anyways. I don’t care how many other girls or people you see because I’m not looking to waste your time or mine. If we were to decide to be exclusive that would change things but I’m not looking to lock you down. I’m looking for someone I vibe with. Even if we just end up as friends, or end on good terms that would be ideal. But my time is very limited, so if I’m serious, I’ll decide to meet you. It better be worth it.”
Leonie’s List of Stuff to Try
- [ ] Daily goal. Use all of your likes on Hinge each day to get the widest range possible
- [ ] Be intentional and selective. Only like the profiles that genuinely vibe with you
- [ ] You should be excited. If they don’t get you excited, they don’t have what you need
- [ ] Revamp your profile to reflect your new era and intentions: don’t have much free time, looking for someone I vibe with, slow burn
- [ ] Deep conversations. Only meet with a guy that you have had deep and honest conversations with, and what I mean is - if it doesn’t excite you then you don’t know them well enough. Goal: move one conversation to snap or text.
- [ ] Do a personal brand dating profile photo shoot: wear your favorite outfits, take photos at your favorite places, with your favorite things, your hobbies, your favorite people, food, be silly, be yourself. Show yourself and your intentions. You’re not looking to build a harem, you’re looking for someone who is intrigued by you, someone who will value you as a person, not just a body.”
“You can plan it all but let me know what it is beforehand so I don’t get kidnapped and so I can dress appropriately. Or I can pick what I want to do and you can set it all up. You can’t afford to show a girl a good time? You can’t afford a girlfriend. You see, I’m looking for someone at my level or above. Because I don’t need you to make me happy. I make myself happy already. I take care of myself. I have everything I need. I want you to make me happier. “ ~anything less is not worth my time and energy
⏰ Time budget : once every other weekend or whenever I feel like
I’m a time-budgeter. You want my time? A total stranger. Why should I? Make it worth it. If you don’t care then I don’t care. Simple as that.
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hi i love u, u get me thru the day xx
end of beginning - djo
listen okay this song, one of my favs atm. there's just something about the way joe keery loves chicago i can't explain it. but when he sings you take the man out of the city, not the city out the man and it builds and builds i go a little insane. and then the last you take the man out of the city BRRRR. also somewhere in the middle he sings "another version of me" and his voice does a thing that i can't describe but it resonates with me.
bette davis eyes - kim carnes
this was in an episode of ahs that i watched with em (on that note: told you the music on hotel slaps) and i became obsessed. i mean i knew it beforehand but it's just awoken sth in me. kinda similar thing recently happened with boys don't cry. i just love the lyrics.. this song has something soft in it
roddy - djo
i love joe keery. you know this, i know this, the poor people who follow me on instagram know this. this song slaps. i have been listening to it non-stop forlike 3 months and i've yet to grow sick of it. he sure makes a point when he says there's something wrong with this world.
rock is dead and you killed it. - aberdeen is dead
this song is just a whole vibe. i love the name. i love the name of the band very much. i love the fuck you at the end. a vibe.
rainbow in the dark - dio
no explanation just 1980s metal brainworms.
#special shoutout to on and on by djo i love you but i couldn't make all of these songs djo#i love u#good luck!#ask#anon
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