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The Skateboarder

Female reader x Female orc (Morn)

Citrus rating: Lemon

Content: brief alcohol, stupid memes

Words: 9k

Morn reached between the legs of some intertwined partygoers, retrieved a beer from the strategically placed cooler, then opened it on the strike plate of the living room door. Some of it foamed out and fell on the carpet with the bottle cap but she didn't seem to care. The owners of the sorority house didn't care either.

"...so yeah, she said I stank and got up and left." Morn finished her tale of an attempted one-night stand.

"She didn't even touch you yet?" You asked, leaning in close so she could hear you over the thumping music. As was usual for parties like these, you and Morn had carved out a corner where you could be ignored by everyone else and gossip.

"Well, yeah, but not below the belt. That's what pissed me off. She was all over me all night and as soon as I say I want her to go down on me, she insults me and leaves."

"I mean..." you grinned, unable to resist, "did you stink down there, though?"

Morn punched your shoulder and chuckled.

"Fuck off, it's not like roses and daffodils are the norm. You know, it's like I always say..." It was Morn's turn to grin mischievously.

"Don't fucking say it. I swear to God, Morn. I'm going to laugh really hard and everyone's going to look at me weird. " You pleaded. You knew what would come next; Morn's favorite turn of phrase that she managed to use more often than one would think.

"—like I always say, good pussy smells like the heat coming out of the PS4."

You were true to your word. As you caught your breath between peals of laughter, a few partygoers did in fact stare at you. Despite your prior protests, the stares didn't bother you that much. Here in Morn's gossip corner, all that mattered was whiling the time away until the other half of your group was ready to leave. Dera's whereabouts were unknown but Lash was visible in the corner of the room.

"Looks like Lash's plan is all coming together." You noted. Morn turned to look as well; she was aggressively making out with an Elf boy. He licked her tusks. You grimaced.

"Goddamn. When Lash wants something she gets it."

"She mentioned that guy... what, like, yesterday?" You asked. "From staring at him across the classroom to heavy petting in less than twenty-four hours. That's a new record."

"Makes me feel like I'm not even the same species," Morn complained, finally turning away from Lash's public display of affection. "I know Orc boldness is a stereotype but it's not one I'd mind living up to."

"That's not Orc boldness, that's Lash boldness," you chortled. "Don't be down on yourself for not having it. Besides, she's not looking for a one-night deal; if that Elf doesn't call her back tomorrow she's gonna have her week ruined."

"I guess that's true..." Morn sighed.

"Morn." You firmly squeezed her shoulder and stared at her. "I love Lash to death, but you've never called me at three in the morning crying over the end of a week-and-a-half-long relationship. It's okay to not be dating a new person all the time."

"Yeah, I know." She finished her beer and smiled a bit.

"Besides, if you were hunting down an object of desire every time we were at a party, I'd have no one to chill with. Morn's Gossip Corner is the only thing getting me out of the dorm on Friday nights."

"I'm glad to be of service." She dramatically saluted. "You're right, though. I guess it's just the party atmosphere that makes me forget sleeping around and dating have drawbacks."

"Definitely the party vibe getting to you," you affirmed. "Speaking of sleeping around, though... where's Dera?"

"If I had to guess, upstairs. Text her." Morn suggested.

You pulled out your phone and opened the group chat, aptly titled "THA HOOLIGANZ 👩‍💻👩‍✈️👩‍⚕️🕵️‍♀️" and sent a message:

You: dera where tf are u, its almost been an hour

Almost immediately the indicator that Dera was typing popped up, followed by her reply:

Dera: upstairs. firbolg football player. huge 🍆

"Oh, god." You gagged. Morn pulled out her phone in response to see the cause, then had a similar reaction. She started tapping away at her phone's keyboard.

Morn: damn, dera, chill. we just wanted to make sure you were ok.

The typing indicator preceded yet another reply from Dera.

Dera: lol ok mom

"She's got an attitude tonight, sheesh." Morn shook her head and put her phone away.

"I think tonight an early exit might be a good idea. Dera and Lash seem pretty occupied," you said. You couldn't find Lash or her Elven paramour in the room anymore.

"I think you're right. Text the group and tell 'em we're leaving."

You nodded and did so, receiving 👍 responses from both Dera and Lash after a short pause.

"Let's go." You got up from your place on the sunken-in couch and helped Morn up. The two of you navigated through the fire code-violating sorority house to the front door, where you met the cool night air and the odor of cigarettes. Morn's skateboard was next to yours, propped against the thick trunk of a long-dead tree.

"I don't wanna go back to the dorms yet. It's not that late," Morn said, checking her watch.

"Pizza?" You suggested.

"Pizza."

Before long you were both skating into the night. The entire university town was built into the side of a mountain with the greek life houses at the top, making it a breeze to fashionably exit parties like this one. There were a few drunken revelers to dodge on the way down, but once you cleared the sororities and fraternities it was smooth skating. The incandescent streetlights flew past as century-old houses gave way to newer corner stores and parks. Before long, you and Morn were skating through the thick of the city on a course set for Main Street.

The pleasant sound of plastic wheels on stamped concrete was soon married with the aroma of cheap, indulgent pizza. You wouldn't have needed any senses other than smell to know you arrived at your destination: "Get Stuffed," the type of place where a slice was a dollar and you could write on the walls. As was usual for the time when Friday became Saturday, it was packed with the university crowd; too packed to even sit inside.

You and Morn shimmied to the counter and ordered your usuals. Fortunately, Get Stuffed had nailed speedy service and it was only a few short moments before you were on your way out with greasy pizza on flimsy paper plates. You set your skateboards on the curb and sat on them, side-by-side.

"Thanks for fleeing with me," Morn said, folding her slice of pizza and tucking her loose black curls behind her ear.

"Anytime, Morn." You mimicked her pizza fold before noticing something about the beanie she wore. It was oddly familiar, so you delayed your first bite. "Hey, where's that beanie from?" Morn looked at you, chewing.

"This thing?" She tugged at the chunky burgundy yarn. "You should know."

"I should know?" You mused, finally chewing on your first bite of pizza. It was just as greasy and gratifying as you expected it to be. Then, as realization dawned on you, it almost fell out of your mouth. "You kept that thing for this long?!"

"Of course. It's a good beanie. It's lasted... what, since second grade?" She smirked. "It's one of the best birthday gifts I've gotten. Thanks, by the way."

"Thank you for holding onto it," you countered. "The memories... wow."

"That was the birthday party where we had a sleepover afterward. We played tag, and—"

"Oh, no," you moaned, remembering.

"...you ran so hard that you threw up." Morn giggled. Your cheeks still burned at the vivid memory. You almost forgot crocheting Morn's beanie, but you never forget throwing up at someone's birthday party.

"It's crazy we've been friends for so long." You gracefully changed the subject and started working on your pizza slice in earnest.

"It's not that crazy. You've always been there for me."

"I mean... I try..." you were hiding your blush, feeling warm as Morn readied to shower you with compliments.

"Like the time Chrissie Becker rejected my invitation to prom. You started crying when I started crying, and I hadn't even told you what happened yet." Morn giggled warmly. "Or when our families went camping together and you let me share your sleeping bag when I forgot mine."

"I couldn't just let you sleep on the ground!" you sheepishly defended yourself against the flattery.

"Even though you knew I kicked in my sleep." Morn looked up from her plate and smiled at you, her tusks glinting under the streetlights.

"You're more important to me than my shins," you said quietly.

"Hah!" Morn laughed heartily, bumping her skateboard into yours and wrapping an arm around you. "You're more important to me than my shins."

In Morn's embrace there on the sidewalk, you melted. She had such a way of effortlessly making you feel safe and loved. She had been there for you as well several times and was damn good at it. You enjoyed the feeling so much that you just sat there quietly until she got a little worried.

"Hey, did I tease you too much?" Her wry grin had been replaced with a slight frown and sympathetic brow.

"No, no..." you reassured her, savoring the dreamy feeling. "It's all good. I'm glad you're here with me. I'm glad we're... friends," you stumbled a bit over the last word.

"Me too," she gave your shoulder a little squeeze.

You both finished your pizza in silence, enjoying each others' side and the ambiance of the city street. After a moment you both tossed the greasy plates into a trash can and skateboarded back to the dorms. The courtyard was where your paths diverged, and after bidding one another goodnight and farewell, you parted. You shared your bed that night with a familiar feeling. Embarrassment, shame, and maybe even guilt. All for the way your heart skipped a beat when she put an arm around you, or the unstoppable smile when she recounted her memories of you. You weren't super familiar with love, at least not in the way Lash and Dera were, but the way Morn made you feel in recent months was more than simple friendship. You agonized over the thought that she wouldn't return those feelings. It was a miracle you managed to sleep at all.

Saturday morning arrived, and with it, a text. You groggily pulled your phone into bed with you to read it after rubbing the sleep from your eyes. It was from THA HOOLIGANZ.

Dera: hey sorry about my sass last nite. i figured y'all left early and that's cool, i was kinda doing my own thing anyway

Lash: LOL sameeee. anyway, does anyone want to meet up for coffee or something? i’d rather be hungover around you guys than my parents 😭

You considered the offer; it would be nice to actually see Lash and Dera after missing them last night. Your moment on the curb with Morn still bothered you, and a distraction from that would be nice.

You: im down, where u wanna go

Dera: u know that cute little cafe on that corner? main street i think?? the one thats literally 100% pink???

Morn: you're thinking of tokidoki cafe! i'm down to go, that’s my spot!

You sighed. This outing wouldn't be very good for distracting you from Morn if Morn was seated across from you.

Dera: thats the one. lets gooooooo

Lash: yes. literally right now. start running

Morn: thanks, but I think I'll skate there. see y'all in a bit

You: same

The morning air was crisp and cool in the way spring mornings always were. It was a shame Lash and Dera were too busy downing aspirin and chugging water to truly enjoy it. Your skateboard served you well as a means of transport on mornings like this; you and your friends were the rare few students who didn't usually sleep in on Saturdays, so you enjoyed the empty sidewalks. The soft plastic wheels gripped the concrete well enough to accommodate any street corners.

The cafe was 100% pink, as promised. The sweet, pillowy smell of crepes mingled with the robust aroma of coffee and met you as you hopped off your skateboard. The tiny size of the place made it easy to tell you were the first to arrive. You ordered the latte-crepe combo that took up the most space on the menu and sat while you waited. You were idly scrolling through your phone when you heard the rhythmic thumping of a skateboard wheels on slabs of sidewalk.

She looked painfully good as she stepped through the cafe's front door. The morning sun made her long black hair golden around the edges and she still wore that damn beanie. Her tusks poked out from her smiling lips when her eyes met yours. Illuminated by sunbeams, her well-toned arm showed every muscle and vein as she gripped her skateboard by the trucks to carry it in.

"Good morning!" she beamed at you. The employee behind the counter smiled at her knowingly.

"The usual, Morn?" he asked.

"Yep!" She quickly answered before sitting across from you, the pins on her denim jacket jingling. "You got here quickly."

"Yeah..." you answered weakly, your conversational skills still recovering from the way Morn held you last night.

"You weren't drinking last night, were you? You alright?" Of course, Morn immediately picked up that something was the matter. It would be stranger if she didn't.

"I'm fine. Where are Lash and Dera?" You deflected. As if on cue, your phone buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ chimed in.

Lash: lol srry, throwing up. cant make it

Dera: yeah same.

"Unbelievable. Those girls can't seem to show up anywhere lately." Morn had a slightly disapproving tone. She tapped away on her phone.

Morn: this is going on your attendance sheet

Lash: see u in detention, dera

Dera: enjoy your crepes you two!

You chuckled at the exchange.

"That's more like it. I like when you smile." Morn chimed in. "Do more of that."

The waiter saved you from needing to respond by stopping at your table with your orders. A steaming, folded crepe landed before you covered in a sauce just as pink as the rest of the cafe. A warm latte arrived with it and you wrapped your hands around the warm mug. It soothed you a little.

"Morn..." you began, not quite sure what you were going to say. Was this it? Were you going to lay your feelings on the table right here, right now?

"What is it? You can tell me anything." Morn leaned in over the table. "I can tell something's been bothering you lately."

You opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. You didn't even know how to begin; should you preface it with an apology? Some sort of explanation or disclaimer?

"I don't even know if I can tell you. Like, if I can get the words out," you said before sipping your latte. You savored the taste, hoping the espresso would ground you somehow. At the very least you wouldn't be expected to talk with your mouth full.

"There's no rush. I just... I want to help. I've known you long enough that I'm sure there's something I can do." Morn hadn't even touched her crepe yet.

"Let's just, um, eat." You answered.

"Good idea. I'm sure you'll feel like yourself once you've eaten and the coffee starts kicking in." Morn nodded to herself, cutting open her fruit-filled crepe. You similarly started to work on yours. The two of you ate in silence and, for a moment, you did feel better. Fully focusing on the aromas, flavors, and textures of your breakfast stilled your trembling hands. The slightest bit of confidence grew within you halfway through the meal.

"I... um..." the words slowly formed in your mouth. Morn paused, setting down her fork and knife and looking at you intently. "I fell in love. With someone I don't think I should be in love with."

Morn listened but said nothing. She was thinking.

"How do you know it's love?"

"What?" you asked.

"How do you know it's not just a crush? Or, you know, lust?" Morn inquired. You considered the question carefully. Memories of platonic cuddles, impromptu sleepovers, and late-night conversations with Morn came to mind.

"It's love because it's lasted way longer than any crush. I trust this person, and they trust me. I'm not like Lash, pining for the new guy from across the classroom; I know this person really well."

"I see." She paused again. "Why would it be bad to love them? Wouldn't a good history make a romantic relationship easier?"

"Only if they felt the same way..." you sighed and nestled your head in your elbows.

"Ah, right..." Morn looked sheepish. "Well, personally—and I do mean personally, so it might not apply to them—if I had a long-time friend that I had feelings for, I would just tell them."

"Really?" Your eyes widened.

"I mean, yeah. If I and this person had such a long history of trust, then I would trust them to still be friends with me afterward if they didn't feel the same way. I'm sure it would be awkward for a while, but I really don't think it would be, you know... destructive or anything."

More memories came to you. More times where you felt completely open and vulnerable with Morn, and when she did with you. Times when you comforted each other and shared secrets under blanket forts and playground swings and gymnasium bleachers. Words formed inside your mouth, desperate to make themselves known to the world. Perhaps now would become another one of these memories. You'd look back on it in the future and remember the smell of pink crepes in the pink cafe.

"Morn... I have these feelings for you. I'm talking about you."

You fought the urge to cover your mouth, and you didn't stutter or stammer in the slightest. Though working up the courage was difficult, letting the words go was one of the easiest things you had ever done. Morn didn't react much; an eyebrow rose slowly as she finished chewing. The silence was agonizing.

"I'm happy you trust me enough to share that with me," Morn said calmly. You wanted to shout that's all?! but held your tongue. She took a sip of her latte, clearly in no rush to say more.

"So..." you began, well and truly lost. All your effort had gone into mustering courage and now you had nothing left. Even your anxiety and worry had gone, and you were strangely content, though eager, to hear Morn speak.

"So..." Morn parroted, "does that mean you want to... you know, date me? Like, romantic dates, not besties dates. Kissing dates."

Again, your impulses screamed duh!

"Um, yeah..." you said sheepishly, rubbing the back of your neck. "I'd like that, but... only if you'd like that too."

She sipped her latte again, still calm.

"You know, over the years, I've imagined what we would be like if we were romantic with each other. Like, girlfriend-girlfriends. How could I not? We've known each other for so long."

You nodded, bidding her speak more.

"I never knew you wanted that. I can't imagine how you felt; I could tell something was wrong but I couldn't figure out what." Morn set the mug and her cutlery down, intentionally and warmly looking you in the eye. "I think...

You didn't even breathe.

"I think we should give it a shot." Morn smiled widely. "Does that sound good to you?"

"Yes, yes it does," you finally drew breath. If Morn was feeling a similar tumult of emotions that you were, she was hiding it considerably well. Morn wiped her lips and tusks with a napkin and got up from the table.

"Well, I've got to visit mom and pops tonight, but we've still got Sunday tomorrow. How about we have our first real date then?"

"Uh, sure!" You sat there, dumbfounded. Was it really going to be this easy?

"Cool. I'll let you pick where we go, just like most of our... non-date hangouts," she said, turning to the cashier. She gestured widely to the table. "Put it all on my tab."

"You have a crepe tab?"

Morn chuckled. Making her way to the door, the sunlight caught her hair and skin deliciously.

"I'm a regular. Anyway," she grabbed her skateboard, "see you tomorrow?"

"See you tomorrow." You answered. She gave you one last toothy grin and stepped out before gliding out of sight, disappearing past the edge of the window. You rested your chin in your hands and sighed like a lovestruck teenager in a coming-of-age movie. Before long, your window-gazing session was interrupted by an employee.

"All done, ma'am?" he asked politely.

"Uh, yes. Sorry, I was spacing out."

"No, it's all good. Thanks for coming by, and if you don't mind me saying..." he looked somewhat pensive.

"What?"

"Don't tell Morn I said this since she's proven that she could snap me in half like a twig, but... speaking as the crepe guy she visits several times a week, I think she's a good match for you."

"But you've never met me before. Maybe once or twice, but—"

"She's told me all about you. All good things, don't worry. It's less about you and more about how Morn talks about you. She gushes when she mentions you, seriously." He paused awkwardly then started to clean up the table. "I've said too much."

"No, thank you," you said. "It's good to know."

"Glad I could help. Anyway... um, thanks for coming in." He waved at you as you got up and left. You nodded and made your exit.

Back at your dorm, you couldn't decide if you wanted to pace or lay in bed and kick your legs. You had so much energy inside you, trapped. It was equally nervous and thrilling. You wondered how Morn kept herself so well composed; something in the back of your mind nagged at you, wondering if it was because she didn't really feel that strongly for you. Enough, you thought to yourself. Morn was your best friend for almost as long as you could remember. She wouldn't toy with you like that. Hell, she explained her entire thought process on the topic before you even confessed to her.

You decided to pace to distract yourself. Those thoughts weren't helpful. Right now you had to choose a place for your first officially non-platonic date. It was never this hard to pick a place to hang out with Morn before...

Then, an idea. It sprung into your mind out of nowhere, and it just felt right. You made sure that the place was open on Sunday, checked the ticket prices... it was perfect. You readied your phone to text Morn the details... but Lash had already sent you a private message. You opened the notification.

Lash: yo how did crepes go?? sorry i no-showed

Your brow furrowed a bit. Lash's random interest was a bit strange, even more so since she was hungover. A dehydrated, vomiting Lash was bedridden for a good half-day in your experience.

You: the cafe was cool! the crepes were good

Unsure if you should be forthcoming about your new development with Morn, you figured they could find out tomorrow once your first "real date" was underway. A change like that would likely be a big deal in your friend group, so a text message wouldn't do the announcement justice anyway.

Lash: how's Morn?

You: shes fine? did something happen??

Lash: no lol, just wondering lol

Two "lol" in one text? You wanted to indulge your suspicions and investigate further, but you decided to leave it at that. You had a date to arrange.

You: still at your parents' place?

Morn: yeah, I'll be back in town tomorrow though

You: k, cool. does meeting at the aviary at 2pm work?

Morn: yeah definitely! what made you pick the aviary?

You: idk if you remember, it was so long ago, but it was the first school field trip we went on as friends

There was a pause as Morn's typing bubble hovered on your screen.

Morn: 😭OMG YOURE SO CUTE IM GONNA CRY😭

Morn: i cant wait to see you tomorrow!!!

You: me too 💕

Your phone landed on your bed with a thump and that nervous energy returned with a vengeance. More pacing, more leg-kicking, even some giggles. This situation felt both extremely real and like a scene from a movie; you never imagined this sort of thing happened in real life, especially in yours. Against all previous expectations, things were going fine. It was thrilling, scary, and made your heart race, but it was going fine. The homework you had to do took a back seat to your excited daydreaming and scheming about tomorrow. You thought about how you would greet her, how you would hug, if and how you would go for a kiss, walking while holding her hand... predictably, sleeping that night was incredibly difficult.

In the morning, you finally executed the plans you fantasized about prior. You decided to err on the side of being overdressed, picking an outfit that wasn't formal but still a little more special than what you would usually wear. You showered, brushed your teeth, swished some mouthwash, and even flossed! Breath mints, a small assortment of Morn's favorite snacks, and an extra water bottle found their way into your bag. If you were going to overthink, then you would take advantage and be overprepared as well. Squeaky clean, dressed to impress, and with a heftier bag than usual, you skateboarded down to the aviary intent on arriving ten minutes early.

The journey was uneventful save for your steadily increasing heart rate. By the time you were waiting for her by the entrance gate, you were fully flustered. You stood still with a kind smile on your face, but anything more complex would have been asking too much of you. The mental rehearsal in your mind's eye ran over and over again: smile, say hi, hug. Smile, say hi, hug. These were all things you had done with Morn before, but with platonic intent instead of this newfound "why not?" intimacy. With how calm and composed Morn had appeared throughout this whole process, you felt as if you were at a disadvantage somehow. You worried in a juvenile sort of way that she was too cool for you.

The way she pulled up to the aviary in her car didn't help that worry at all. Her ride, an old, angular, black thing that roared like a beast, was her pride and joy. She had practically built the thing herself with the number of parts she swapped out of it. It was fully manual and she had the skills to maneuver it gracefully into the parking space. Out from it stepped your actual, honest-to-god, bonafide date.

She smiled at you and your brain melted. You held up a hand in a sort of mellow wave, offering a faint grin. By the time she closed the distance, your simple three-step plan was gone with the wind. Luckily she also decided that greeting with a hug was the correct choice and you were in her embrace quickly. You paused before realizing you should probably return the gesture and wrap your arms around her as well.

"It's so good to see you! You look great," she said, pulling away and looking you over.

"You too..." you breathed, taking your own chance to get a proper look. Her outfit was just as sleek and dark as her car: a pair of black jeans with accompanying boots, a matching leather jacket, and of course, that classic burgundy beanie to top it off.

"Shall we?" She extended a green, competent hand to you. She wasn't wearing her driving gloves today, which was good for your composure; otherwise, you would have well and truly swooned. You accepted her grasp and she gave your hand a firm squeeze before strolling with you to the ticket booth. Thanks to your student IDs, you got in with discounted admission.

The aviary itself was fairly large, and on this particular Sunday, you and Morn practically had the place to yourselves. Other than the idle chatter of a few other scattered visitors, there was only the sound of wind in the leaves and bird calls. The two of you meandered between the exhibits, chatting but not about much in particular. Instead, you were simply content to enjoy each other's company and look at the birds. The birds liked looking at you, too; at one point a pair of free-roaming peacocks followed you and Morn around the aviary.

"Looks like it's a double date," Morn quipped, gesturing to the two plumy birds. They were both mostly brown and lacking the massive, fan-shaped tails.

"They're a pair of girls too. Male peacocks are the ones with the crazy feathers," you noted.

"It's almost like having Lash and Dera tagging along." Morn chuckled. "In fact, if they keep failing to show up these birds would make good replacements."

You looked at the two peacocks, who had started preening each other's feathers.

"Do you think they're besties or girlfriends?" You playfully asked. "That's some pretty intense preening."

"Maybe they're both, like us." Morn wrapped an arm around you and offered you her shoulder. You melted again. "If you had feathers, I'd be preening you right now."

"If I knew how to return that compliment, I would." You said, deliciously rattled by her closeness and warmth.

"I have an idea... if you're cool with it." Morn kept holding you close, turning to make eye contact with you. You faced her and realized how close you were. Trapped in her gaze, you couldn't speak. You gave a faint nod.

The first thing you felt was her tusks on your cheeks. They met the corners of your mouth, pressing gently just before her lips met yours. In reality, the kiss was a quick peck. In your mind, time froze. You could no longer hear the birds calling or wind blowing, only the sound of your heart beating like a drum and a feeling like fire in your chest. Morn pulled away from the kiss with a sheepish smile.

"Sorry if my tusks poked you. I'm still getting the hang of that."

"Hey, practice makes perfect, right?" you let slip with a suaveness that surprised even you. Morn's eyes widened in surprise before she let out a hearty laugh.

"That's the spirit!" She cheered, squeezing you hard. "I'm gonna hold you to it, so be aware: I'm gonna kiss you a bunch more before we're out of here."

"That's fine by me." You couldn't do anything else but giggle. Morn gave you another peck immediately after, angling her head a bit so her tusks didn't have such a lead on her lips. Your first kiss with Morn was perfect as far as you were concerned, but this second one was a bit more graceful.

"Better?" she asked.

"Better."

Your stroll through the aviary continued in this fashion: chatting about this and that, generally gushing about each other and punctuated by more quick kisses. It was strange to have a first date with someone that you knew so well, but you weren't complaining in the slightest. Each kiss felt natural and fun, not nerve-wracking and awkward as in the dates of your past. Before all this, you scoffed at yourself for wishing that there was a switch you could toggle to go from best friends to girlfriends, but so far it seemed to work precisely like that.

To the sound of your giggling, the sun was poised to set soon. The aviary closed early because it was Sunday, and you found yourself with Morn leaning against the gleaming hood of her car. You saw your reflection in it, the two of you framed by the orange sky. She came to your side, attaching to you like a magnet.

"It's probably time we headed home, huh?" she suggested.

"Yeah, probably," you replied reluctantly. "I almost don't want it to end."

"It doesn't have to." Morn smiled. "Did you really think I'd kiss you goodnight and leave you on the curb?"

You giggled. That would certainly be the plan for a first date with a stranger, but this was Morn.

"You could come by and hang out with me in my dorm for a bit?" she asked.

"I'd love to." You answered. Her dorm building and yours were right next to each other, after all. She stood up from the hood of her car and opened the passenger side door, offering the seat to you. Not long after stowing your skateboard in the trunk, you were cruising through the city streets bound for the university. Morn's focus made the ride a smooth one, her hands expertly gripping the steering wheel and gear shifter. She wore a focused but pleased expression as she deftly maneuvered the growling vehicle.

"Oh!" Her concentration broke. "We should get food! We haven't eaten at all."

Tires squealed as she veered right, making a turn she wasn't expecting to make. You gripped your armrest and giggled. The engine roared and, within moments, delivered you to a drive-through whose location Morn seemed to know by heart. She was so familiar with it that she blew past the lit-up menu and instead went directly to order.

"Don't worry, I'll get you something you'll like." She reassured you before making it out of the drive-through, takeout bag in hand, in record time. The bag landed in your lap and delicious smells wafted from it. You were tempted to peek inside and sample its contents, but even while entranced with Morn's driving skills you knew eating in her car was a no-no. Untoasted Pop-Tarts during a late-night study session on her bed were okay but her car was like a temple. You folded the top of the bag to make it easier to resist the temptation.

After she had parked and gotten out of the car, you followed her with takeout bag in one hand and skateboard in the other. This late on a Sunday night, the sky was a deep navy. Stark white light from the lamp posts illuminated the web of pathways that connected the dorms, parking lots, student union, and myriad other places you'd typically skateboard solo to.

A few beeping locks later, you made it to Morn's dorm room. Like yours, it was spartan and tiny, but it belonged to her and her alone. You set the bag down on the solitary table and determined to chow down, but Morn caught your attention. She sat on the twin-sized bed that you had shared with her many times before; platonically, of course. She had an expression that you couldn't quite decipher.

"You okay?" You asked, not sure where to begin.

"I'm great, actually," she said, brushing her hair out of the way so she could look at you. "Sorry if I overdid it with the kisses earlier—"

"You didn't," you interjected.

"I just... It felt great to kiss you. I don't know if it's just my nerves, or the newness of it all, or something else, but... I'm kicking myself for not making the first move on you sooner." She looked away, blushing a forest green on her cheeks. You sat next to her on the bed before she could say anything more.

"Hey, don't feel bad just because I was moping for a bit. The fact I was so worried is proof that you can't really know how someone feels about you until you ask. Even if you were friends since forever ago." You reversed the usual arrangement by wrapping your arm around her. She chuckled softly.

"I can't believe I was stressing myself out over random sorority chicks at parties rejecting me. Being with you just feels so much better than the dating apps and the parties and shit like that," Morn sighed. "I know it's technically only our first date but I really think we're something special."

"We are special," you held her tighter, "we went on our first date after... what, a decade and a half of knowing each other? That kind of history sure beats cheesy Tinder pick-up lines."

"Sure does," Morn punctuated her sentence with a kiss. Instead of giving you a quick peck, she pressed her lips into yours even harder. Within the privacy of her dorm room, your heart fluttered at the notion of Morn being able to do whatever she wanted to you. You felt the beginnings of her tongue at your lips, then she pulled away and took a deep breath. Her face was inches from yours as you caught your breath.

"I really like kissing you," Morn uttered. "Now that we're alone... are you okay if I really kiss you?"

"Really kiss me?" you teased. She got even closer.

"Please?" She played along with her best begging tone.

"Go ham." She kissed you again, giggling at your choice of words with her lips pressed against yours once more. She immediately cradled your head in her strong hands, gently placing you into a reclining position. There wasn't much room, but she managed to fit alongside you in the twin-sized bed all without breaking the kiss. You opened your eyes after pulling away to breathe, and all you could see were her dandelion-colored irises.

"I'm gonna go again," She said, smiling. "I just had to get a good look at you first."

"You can do whatever you want, Morn." You grabbed her arm and placed her hand on you. "Just don't keep me waiting."

Morn kissed you hard for the third time, the hand you held now caressing your body ravenously. As her tongue gently played at your lips, her hand found its way to your chest and played with your breasts. She hardly gave you time to gasp, coming back to your mouth with fervor. Her tongue met yours in earnest now, both of you closing the space on the bed between you. Her body flush with yours, you could feel every muscle as she held you close.

You felt one of her legs settle in between your thighs, and you whined into her mouth as she teasingly rubbed you against it. Even fully clothed the sensation was electric, no doubt due to the person giving it to you. Many nights alone had involved fantasies just like this. Now they were coming true.

Desperately, you began grinding yourself against her leg. You chased the sensation as far as you could, moaning into Morn's kiss. Just as you felt yourself approaching the edge, she removed herself from you. Her leg pulled away and the kiss stopped. You opened your eyes, bewildered. Morn had gotten off the bed and kneeled just next to it, her eyes level with your aching need. She grabbed the waistband of your bottoms before looking you in the eyes again.

"You said you didn't want me to keep you waiting," she grinned, tusks glistening. "This okay?"

"It's more than okay... stop teasing me!" You whined. She nodded, pulling your bottoms off entirely before hovering in between your legs. You could feel her breathe on you through your underwear. God, she was so close; you twitched with each puff of warm breath. Her tusks brushed against the inside of your thighs. With a tentative finger she eased your underwear out of the way, gently planting kisses all around your bare mound. She held your legs in place as they twitched and reacted to her electric touch. She deliberately avoided your tender nub with her warm lips. She was playing with you.

"Morn, please," you begged. She paused to look up at you and give a toothy grin.

"You're so cute when you're frustrated," she teased, quickly going back for more. She felt unimaginably warm against your already hot entrance. It wasn't unlike all those other times you melted at Morn's touch, only now it was so intense you couldn't help but let out gasps and squeaks. She held nothing back this time. Hungrily, she lapped at your slit, each lick finishing with a flourish on your sensitive little nub. You mewled in time with her curling tongue.

"Oh! That's— ah! So good!" You moaned, your back beginning to arch as you squirmed around on the mattress.

"You flatter me," Morn uttered between licks, looking proud. You saw something in her eye before she let go of one of your thighs and brought her hand to your entrance. Her tongue didn't let up at all as she slowly introduced one of her substantial fingers. It fit comfortably inside you at first, but you gasped hard when it started moving. Morn added another soon after, stretching you deliciously.

"I'm gonna come if you keep that up," you panted, your face burning red and lungs desperate for air.

"My pleasure," Morn said before redoubling her efforts. Her fingers curled inside you, making a "come hither" motion that made your hips rock. By this point, Morn's tongue had trouble staying on you as you writhed. You gasped with every finger curl, well and truly lost in the heat of the moment.

"Ah! Morn!" You cried, rocking yourself against her fingers desperate for more. She gave up on trying to lick your nub, instead palming one of your breasts with her other hand and pinning you to the bed. With the new leverage, she worked your insides with her fingers, pumping them in and out of you with her muscular arm. You could see sweat beading on her taut green skin.

"Come for me. I wanna see you come," Morn urged. You could do little else but cry out and oblige her. Your body spasmed hard as you cried out gibberish interspersed with her lovely name. Her fingers didn't stop rubbing against your inner walls, leaving you breathless and faint and tightly wound around her. The coiling pleasure within you finally snapped. Your back arched, completely leaving the bed as Morn pressed her lips into yours. She kissed you hungrily as you wailed into her mouth. There was nothing in your mind but the feeling of her fingers coaxing you through the height of your bliss and holding you there for as long as possible. When the pleasure finally started to subside and your breath returned to you, Morn finally withdrew her fingers and lips and wiped her forehead. She smiled at you wordlessly.

"I love you, Morn," you said, panting. There was nothing else to say, nothing else on your mind. If you had given yourself that sort of bliss on a lonely night, you would be drowsy and lethargic. Instead, with Morn turning her love for you into pleasure that made you cry out and curl, you had never felt more alive. She gave you a moment to catch your breath. Leaving your lips unkissed, she sat by your side and stroked your hair.

"I love you too," she planted a quick kiss on your forehead. "Are you tired?"

You shook your head enthusiastically. Sure, you would likely be sore in a few hours, but you wouldn't dream of denying Morn more of you.

"Good, because I wanna get off too." She chuckled and pecked your lips. Undressing herself completely, she helped you out of what clothes remained until you were both completely bare. You were completely flush against her on the bed once more, your skin perfectly complimenting her green form. Her body was toned and full, muscled yet smooth. Even after all you had just been through, the sight of her still made your heart skip.

"I've always wanted to try this. Spread your legs," she commanded, gently grasping your ankles. You complied and she lifted one of your legs aloft just in front of her as if about to hug it. Still holding your leg pointed toward the ceiling, she straddled your dripping warmth with her own. She eased herself onto you and those lovely electric feelings returned. She moaned for the first time, her pleasured sounds like music to your ears.

The position was a little awkward and bent your back in a strange way, but the feeling of her slick sex pressed against yours was delicious.

"I'm gonna start moving," Morn said. She initiated a gentle rocking motion that made you both gasp. The friction between the two of you felt gorgeous and you soon found yourself reciprocating with your hips. Interlocked and sharing the same squeaks and mewls, you wanted desperately to kiss her but couldn't. You had to lay there at her mercy as Morn clung to your leg and ground herself into you. She doubled up on her pace.

"Oh, shit," Morn groaned, both with pleasure and with effort. She had the same expression as when she was driving; when her head wasn't thrown back with a sigh, she was looking at you with love but also intent. Her grinding made you moan and her glare made you shiver delightfully. You had never felt anything like this before, nor had you even fantasized about Morn pressed up against you like this.

"This feels amazing... ah! Morn..." you sighed between yelps when the friction between you peaked.

"I—I..." Morn gasped, her entire face contorted and flushed. She had brought you to your peak once already, and now you wanted nothing more than to see her reach her own ecstasy.

"Please, Morn, come," you pleaded, mirroring her own urgency when she had brought you to orgasm earlier.

"No, I... Shit, I've got a cramp." She sighed, this time tinged with disappointment as she stopped her grinding. "Ouch." She gently disentangled herself from you, rubbing her thigh. The realization that her creased brow had come from pain and not pleasure embarrassed you a bit, an emotion that Morn echoed.

"Hey, it's okay." You sat up and held her shoulder. Her eyes were downcast as she massaged the cramp out of her muscled thigh. "Just so you know, I'm having a great time."

"You were having a great time." She winced as she shifted her kneeling weight on the bed. "Serves me right for thinking I could fuck like a pornstar on the first date, huh?"

"I already came once, Morn," you reminded her. Sitting alongside her, equally naked and sweaty, there was a clarity in the air that made it effortless to speak your mind. You felt bold, yet comfortable. You felt like you wanted more of Morn's body. "Let me take care of you. I think I can make this work."

"Take the lead, babe," Morn relented. The way she said babe made you giddy inside, but you were focused on her now. "Just mind the leg, it still freakin' hurts."

"Morn, when I say I'm gonna take care of you, I mean it. Just lie down," you said, easing her onto her back. With the positions reversed, you had a moment to look her up and down. Laid bare before you and anticipating your next move, the sight of her awoke something within you. Something that told you not to hold back.

You practically pounced atop her, squarely laying yourself on her body. She met you with a kiss that you eagerly returned. You channeled all your built-up desire to please her into that kiss, at the same time aligning your mound with hers. It took a few tries, but eventually, you found the angle where your clit could meet hers without requiring pornstar-style flexibility. Pleasure jolted through both of you and she broke the kiss to gasp.

"Told you I could make it work," you grinned, focusing now on the movement of your hips. You started slowly at first as to not tire yourself out but quickly increased the pace as the coiling warmth inside you grew. Instead of kissing her, you buried your face in her shoulder so you could hear her sing. With every roll of your hips she moaned, louder and louder as you humped her harder and harder.

"Oh, god, babe," Morn panted. You could feel her frenzied breath on your neck as she cried out. You could feel your own orgasm building but all you cared about was her.

"Tell me how you feel," you commanded, maintaining your hips' pace. "I want you to come so bad."

"Keep going," Morn grunted. "I'm close, I'm so fucking close!"

You furthered your efforts, grinding your desperate nub into hers with vigor. You panted as you began to feel tingles in your extremities and your breath became impossibly tight. Morn matched your desperation, her hips weakly pushing upwards so that her mound would meet yours sooner. Just a little more! More! You shouted to yourself mentally as Morn's hands squeezed your waist to signal her impending orgasm.

You frantically let go of her body with one hand, giving up precious leverage in order to make sure Morn couldn't escape the pleasure you were giving her. There was nothing you wanted more than to reach the peak together. You gently caught her pearl between your fingers and rolled it as you ground into her, drawing out deep moans from her. She spasmed in your grasp, gasping in time with your own pleased sighs.

"Oh god!" She cried out, throwing her head back into the piled-up blankets. Her whole body tensed and you could feel each of her rippling muscles press against you in a desperate bid to ride out her orgasm. You followed soon after, the air forced from your lungs as an explosion of tingling warmth knocked the wind out of you. All you could do was cry out with her and press your nub into hers where your hand was still at work. You rubbed and rolled, trying your best to prolong the mutual climax before finally catching your breath and collapsing into Morn's tired embrace.

With your body limp and your face buried in her neck, you could feel her breasts rise and fall with each breath. You held each other loosely for a moment, just listening to her breathe. After only a few heartbeats, she started giggling.

"What's so funny?" you asked, lifting your heavy head to look at her.

"Nothing," she stifled her giggles, a tear rolling down her cheek. "That was just really, really good."

"Are you crying?" You asked, concerned but secretly proud of your handiwork.

"No, I'm not crying. I'm tearing up, there's a difference," she chuckled. "Thank you."

"Thank you. You're the one that started it," you cooed, stroking her hair. "plus, you ate me out first so I think I owe you."

"It's on the house," Morn sighed contently. "But you're still on me... could you roll over, please?"

"Oh, sorry!" you quickly shifted your weight off of her and onto the mattress.

"Don't worry about it, I just figured the bed was softer than me." She chuckled again.

You said nothing, instead opting to resume your embrace with her from the side. She reciprocated, rolling over so she could be the big spoon. She wrapped her arms around you snugly.

"Ah, shit," Morn cursed under her breath.

"What? What's wrong?" You craned your neck a bit to see her golden eyes in your periphery.

"Our food is definitely cold by now," she grumbled, "and I don't have a microwave."

“I’ve got snacks in my bag.” You replied.

Morn readied a compliment, but delayed when both your phones buzzed. THA HOOLIGANZ had something to say.

“What is it now?” Morn rolled over and grabbed her phone, reading the messages as they rolled in. You did the same.

“What the…?”

Lash: did you two kiss yet???

Dera: they did more than that 😳😳😳

Morn shot you a look of disbelief before tapping away frantically.

Morn: wtf are you guys talking about?

You: ^

Lash: the crepe date! u two are dating now right?

You: what do u mean crepe date? the breakfast u failed to show up to u mean??

Lash: lol, relax. we just thought you two needed some time alone. for the record, i was actually hung over. me and dera just agreed you two needed to talk it out

Dera: seriously, u look at Morn the way she looks at crepes, and she looks at u the way Lash looks at literally anyone

Lash: or the way u look at dudes bulges

Dera: shut up

“I…” Morn began, jaw agape. “I don’t know if I should be mad or amazed. I’m both.”

“They set us up like lonely freshmen.” You shook your head, chuckling.

Lash: u two are dating now right???

Morn: yes dumbass

You: can confirm

Lash: CUTEEEEE

Dera: morn fucks on the first date. respect.

You: wait how- what?

Dera: ur in Morn’s dorm right

Your texting was interrupted by three solid thumps coming through the wall.

Dera: i’m right next door and these dorms are made of fucking paper

Morn: hey, i’ve dealt with hearing every single time you slept with some guy. fair is fair

Dera: no judgment from me!

Lash: suddenly i’m glad i still live with my parents…

You put your phone down as you really didn’t have much to say. Morn gave up on it as well, your phones resting together on the floor. She resumed spooning you and a moment later, you felt her chest start to heave with laughter; a hearty laugh loud enough for Dera to hear through the walls. You joined her, laughing until your diaphragm ached. The whole situation, the realization that Dera and Lash knew before either of you did and that they had a master plan… utterly ridiculous. It was like something out of a movie, yet with your arms wrapped around one of Morn’s, completely real. You feared this was all a dream, and as soon as you succumbed to sleep in Morn’s cozy twin bed, it would dissolve.

Morn could tell sleep started to take you.

“I love you,” she whispered into your ear. She squeezed you tight. You had never been more sure of anything in your life that Morn would still be cuddling you when you woke up.

#exophilia #monster x reader #monster x human #romance #female reader #orc #female orc x female reader #monster love #wlw #monster romance #monster fic #wlw romance #orc girlfriend #friends to lovers #monster girlfriend

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melodiesofblueroses · 3 years

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Could you hcs for kouta, yuu and ryo on a beach date with their s/o? Thank you!

Ahh this is long overdue, I'm so sorry anon! But this idea was so so so cute omg. Beach dates are simply amazing, especially during the summer. Thank you sm for the request, and I hope you enjoy 💕

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Kouta Hasegawa x gn!reader, Yuu Mizuno x gn!reader, Ryo Nishimiya x gn!reader

𝘎𝘦𝘯𝘳𝘦: Fluff

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☆ Kouta Hasegawa

admittedly, he was a bit hesitant to go when you first suggested the idea of a beach date given how easily he burnt in the sun, though he quickly gave in once he saw how excited you were

a beach date did sound quite fun for a day off even if he was sure to melt in the heat. at least you guys could play in the ocean which was bound to cool you off

plus, the thought of seeing you in a swimsuit made him experience heart palpitations right then and there. needless to say, he became more excited about the date the more he thought about it

i can see kouta being a bit too cautious of sunburns since they were quite painful and nasty, so he definitely lathers up on sunscreen given his tendency to burn, and he most likely does the same to you

much of the date is spent in the shade, underneath the umbrella you two had propped up in the sand, just happy to be in each other’s presence. the long week had been rather tiring, and this date was the perfect way to rewind and relax

i don’t think kouta was a big fan of beaches in general. the sand got everywhere; the sun showed no mercy; and the feeling of having wet sand stuck to your feet surely was uncomfortable

but even then, as long as he was with those he loved, kouta did find himself looking forward to spending some time on the beach

the first thing you guys do after setting up your area is pretty much just sit down and enjoy the salty ocean breeze. there was something about the calm atmosphere of the beach and the rhythmic rocking of the waves with you by his side that kouta adored

sure, you guys have had your fair share of dates before, such as a nice stroll through the park or having a picnic underneath the cherry blossoms, but the beach was certainly different in a sense

this was also kouta’s chance to laze around, and add the warmth of the sun into the mixture, and he’s pretty much sluggish, wanting to do nothing but spend time next to you in the shade

so for most of the date, you guys are watching the waves or simply talking to one another about who knows what. and the time spent in silence, the two of you simply relished in the other’s touch and proximity

(he might even find himself falling asleep as he lay in your lap and as you played with his hair)

once the sun is lower in the sky, and it’s a little bit cooler, you and kouta take a stroll around the beach as well, hand-in-hand and enjoying the view

this was one of his favorite moments of any beach date. the sunset with all its colors looked so pretty as it set upon the waves, and he was spending it with his lovely partner. there really was nothing better

the sense of intimacy that was there, and the way you looked so beautiful with the sunlight illuminating your features, well, it was of no surprise that kouta found it in himself to slowly kiss you

(definitely freaks out afterwards and apologizes for abruptly kissing you, not sure as to what had come over him. you don’t mind and think it’s quite adorable, actually)

at the end of the date, you guys stop for ice cream and enjoy it on the beach once more before it was time to head back home. it was a nice treat to cool down after the rather hot and humid day, and besides, ice cream paired with the setting sun was simply amazing

even if the date was overall pretty slow, with you guys spending most of it underneath the shade, sluggish from not only the heat but each other’s touch, it was still a rather enjoyable date

kouta was quite fond of beaches afterwards, certainly open to the idea of another beach date in the future

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♡ Yuu Mizuno

he was most likely the one to even suggest the idea of a beach date in the first place

yuu loved the beach. to him, it was nothing but good vibes and a way for him to rewind and relax. he’s always been worked to the bone between studying for school and taking care of both the house and his sister, and a beach date with his lovely s/o was just the remedy

and when you agree, yuu’s pretty much already making plans for what you guys would be doing at the beach

after immediately setting things up upon arrival, yuu is going straight to the water. the ocean was his favorite part about the beach i like to think, and given the heat, there was no better way to cool off

he’s so excited that he may even forget to put sunscreen on. it’s been a long time since he’d been at the beach, so the moment yuu saw the ocean and felt that breeze on his face that he missed oh so much, he’s just so excited

“yuu, you forgot sunscreen”

“oh, yeah”

he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck while you sighed and put it on for him, though you couldn’t help but find his excitement rather adorable. it may have rubbed off on you a tiny bit as well

yuu pretty much drags you to play in the water with him, wanting to have some fun and play around with you as well

he’s quick to splash you, which takes you by surprise and has you splashing him back in retaliation. from then on, it pretty much becomes the two of you splashing the other with water or trying to catch the other off-guard. it was a mini war that yuu had started, and both of you wanted to win

it’s so fun playing in the water with yuu, having lost any sense of time you may have had. it’s filled with lots of laugh and giggles and many slips and falls due to how slippery the wet sand felt

he definitely falls into the water on more than one occasion, grabbing you each time and dragging you down with him. sure you may have been a bit annoyed, but that all dissipated when you came up and saw just how dripping wet yuu looked, simply laughing at what had just occurred

i can see yuu taking this chance to quickly peck your lips. between how how his heart fluttered upon hearing your laugh and how attractive you looked right this instant, yuu couldn’t help but kiss you, catching you off guard

seriously, was he trying to give you a mini heart attack? but well, it was certainly nice

much of the time is spent playing in the water, and you have to drag him out so that he’d take a break and eat the lunch the two of you had prepared beforehand

(while drying and changing shirts, yuu accidentally wears yours and you wear his, though he loves it too much to change. so yes, you guys wear each other’s shirts, which may have flustered you at first)

you guys most definitely have a picnic on the beach as well, enjoying the view and chatting with one another while you munched on the lunch you both prepared the day before

yuu was certainly a great cook, but the fact that you had helped him on this in particular only made it taste better in his eyes

between the cool breeze, the beautiful view of the ocean, the good food, and your presence, this was one of yuu’s favorite picnic in a long time

afterwards, you guys relax in the sand for a while, hanging out and feeling a lot more sluggish due to your full stomach. even if it was silent, it was still nice

sometimes, slow was everything

towards the end of the date, you and yuu pretty much spend it snuggling one another while watching the sun set beyond the waves. it was quite romantic and the perfect end to the date

cuddling you as day turned into night, watching as the stars started to dot the sky. yuu couldn’t have asked for anything better

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✿ Ryo Nishimiya

you probably had to convince ryo to even think about going on a beach date given how opposed to the idea he was at first

it wasn’t that he didn’t love the beach; in fact, he did adore it. but considering how hot it was this summer and how easily he burned given his pale complexion, ryo simply found the comfort of his air-conditioned room to be more desirable

but, well, you did present some valid points. for one, the ocean was sure to cool him off; and secondly, he’d be able to hang out with you all day, away from everyone else

those all sounded rather tempting, especially that last point; and thus, ryo was preparing for your guys’ trip to the beach

ryo is the first one to put on sunscreen, probably in obscene amounts as well, and he lathers you with it as well

i think that ryo is pretty conscious of his appearance in general, so he’s careful to not get sunburnt given how painful they could be. of course, he didn’t want you to get a bad burn as well, but he simply veils it as him not wanting to deal with your whines if you do end up getting a burn

the flushed look on his face and the way he averted his gaze told you otherwise

i presume that ryo wasn’t that big a fan of going in the water and getting all wet. sure it would’ve helped cool him off, but he wasn’t keen on changing amidst the beach

so most of the time you guys are sitting in the shade and simply enjoying other’s company, ryo not wanting to leave your side

considering how he lived in a pretty full household and pretty much had no privacy, ryo was happy that he finally got some alone time with you, and thus, he may seem more clingy than usual

he really wanted to spend time with you before you guys had to head back home, so ryo will always be by your side at the beach (plus, it was a new beach that you had dragged him to, and ryo had no idea where anything was)

you guys start by playing in the sand and building sandcastles, though you pretty much had to encourage ryo that it was fine since he seemed embarrassed by it

he loved building sandcastles, and he did want to do so, but the thought of it was so childish, at least in his mind. and since ryo was conscious of how he looked, he was hesitant at first

but when he saw you starting to build one and even asking him to join you, well, ryo thought that perhaps it’d be fine after all

definitely has an urge to build a better sandcastle than you, if only to impress. he ends up having a bit of trouble and begrudgingly asks you for help (it was never a competition, but seeing ryo’s competitive nature was cute)

as hesitant as ryo was at getting into the water, he does agree to at the very least dip his feet in it and simply feel the cool water on his skin

the sensation of the squishy sand in between his toes was a bit gross for him, but it was also somewhat nice? he really couldn’t explain it

but he really did enjoy the fact that you were by his side right now. even if the beating sun was terrible, ryo did love the feeling of you sitting right by him now, feet in the water and hands intertwined. the fact that it was just the two of you alone made him giddy

as the sun began to set, you guys brought out the watermelon you had cut up beforehand and ate it by the shore

there was nothing better to ryo than the sweet taste of the melon combined with the stunning sunset and you by his side. to him, it was the perfect end to the day. in a way, he never did want this scene to end, wanting to live in it

as the two of you were packing up and getting ready to head home, ryo was overcome with emotion. today had really been an awesome day all thanks to your idea, and he was able to spend it with the person he loved and held close to his heart

and so, seemingly out of the blue, ryo gathered the courage to kiss you, though he immediately turned around and entered the car the moment you two separated, not wanting you to see just how red he was at the moment

you were certainly taken aback at how your awkward boyfriend had kissed you without warning, but it was definitely like him. ryo really was adorable, as much as he tried to deny it

perhaps beach dates should be a more often occurrence

#asks #requests #sanrio boys #sanrio danshi #kouta hasegawa #kouta x reader #Yuu Mizuno #yuu x reader #ryo nishimiya #ryo x reader #fluff #headcanons #gender neutral reader

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fyeah-bangtan7 · 3 years

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Jimin: “There’s people who’ve been rooting for us throughout this difficult time”

In the “ARMY Corner Store” video posted by BTS on their YouTube channel BANGTANTV to mark the eighth anniversary of their debut, Jimin talked about the leather riding jacket that the older members passed down to him when he was still a trainee. The jacket was first worn by SUGA, handed down to j-hope after SUGA’s debut, then given to Jimin with the words, “This riding jacket is passed down from generation to generation.” Jimin still wears the jacket when it’s cold. Many things change, and, even in times when they must, there are things that do not.

You released three songs in a year: “Dynamite,” “Butter” and, finally, “Permission to Dance,” and BTS grew more popular all the while. How do you feel? Jimin: At some point, it stopped feeling real. The reactions from fans, the cover videos they uploaded and the dance challenges they did—I’m just so thankful for that. It lit up my life. We made those songs with a good purpose in mind, so just hearing people say they enjoyed listening to them was fulfilling. And that was our original goal. “Permission to Dance,” in particular, was the perfect message for right now, so I think I got a lot of comfort from it, too.

How so? Jimin: I think it was both the atmosphere and the actual content. It was comforting right from the title. Thinking about it now, the fact that it made me think, Oh yeah, I might not be able to see ARMY right now, but I will soon, was one good point. I’ve been thinking by myself about how the future’s going to be better, and being more careful, and ended up waiting longer. And meanwhile, we had a fan meeting in the middle of all that. So my thinking changed to be more positive. That was great.

Was there any part you placed particular emphasis on to express such positive emotions in the song? Jimin: I think I just followed my heart. Before, there’d be some kind of concept, and I wanted to show off something about myself in that context, but lately I’ve just been following my heart, following the feeling of conveying the feelings I want to share with others. At first I was worried whether the feelings we were trying to convey in the songs would get across to people since we’d never tried songs in those styles before, but after giving the performances a shot, we found out they’re really fun and easy for us to follow along to, too. So I thought it should be easy enough for people to approach these songs, thankfully.

Even though the three songs—“Dynamite,” “Butter” and “Permission to Dance”—all have something in common, I imagine they were all completely different when it came to figuring them out. You did “Butter” before “Permission to Dance”—how was that? Jimin: They’re totally different. The attitudes I take on are different, the thought process is different, and I think the emotions I feel are all different, too. I think “Butter” was a bit hard for me. It wasn’t a style I was used to, but I thought the actual dance was elegant when I saw the video and it had a lot of footwork, so I thought I’d be good at it, but it was way harder than I thought. During practice I even thought, Why am I so bad at dancing? If you look at our usual choreography, it has very powerful parts with big movements and lots of power, but “Butter” felt really difficult because all the power went in at the same time even though it was loose. So I watched Hoseok dancing a lot, and since every member has their own style of dancing, I watched the way Taehyung loosened up, and the way Jung Kook danced by the book, and I combined all those. So for some of the broadcasts of “Butter” I really loosened up and for others I used a little more strength. I tried all different things.

Maybe that’s why even the style of clothes you’re wearing seems to change the way the dancing feels. It felt like you danced a little differently in a suit than when you were dressed casually. Jimin: I never noticed before but the songs do sound different depending on what I’m wearing. Sometimes I danced all excitedly when I wore casual clothes, but when I wore a suit, something about the song sounded sexy. There’s a different vibe when I dance alone versus when I dance as part of a group, so I visualize how I should dress to make my dancing look cooler every time.

The “Dynamite” performance at the Grammys was very impressive, too. I felt that the music, clothing style and poses where you jumped out were all a perfect match. Jimin: I think it all depends on what kind of outfit I wear, where I am for a given part, and how much I weigh. There’s a pronounced difference to the way a dance looks and feels based on how much I weigh. I think the dance and outfit were a good match in “Dynamite.”

On that note, when you performed “Black Swan” at the end of the year, what pair of shoes could you dance the best in? Looking at the fancam focus video, your dance changes in feeling slightly depending on the design of your shoes. Jimin: For me, it’s barefoot. I think it’s got to be barefoot when I’m doing a classic style dance. It looks sharp and attractive when I wear dress shoes, but it always feels more natural to express myself barefoot. It’s more dynamic, I guess you could say. So I wanted to go barefoot for all my other performances, too. I wanted to be barefoot for when we recorded “ON” at Seoul World Cup Stadium at the end of the year, too, but I gave that up because it could’ve been dangerous.

The performance of “ON” at Mnet 2020 MAMA, right? I was curious about something while watching that video: I wondered how the members of the group could perform with such effort in that big, audienceless stadium, with the new solo performances added into the original choreography and everything. What helped you to find strength even under those circumstances? Jimin: There’s people who’ve been rooting for us throughout this difficult time. I think we have to give them a reason to root for us, then. If we’re going to make them want to see us and make it fun for them to watch us, I wanted to give them a good reason.

Then how did you feel when you performed at the Grammy Awards? Surely it must’ve been meaningful to you in a number of ways. Jimin: I wanted our performance to show what it meant for us to be up on that stage. A group of kids from Korea, each from their own neighborhood, can do this, too, so what’s the big deal about winning an award? That’s one thing I thought. Of course you can’t get it if you’re not capable enough yet, but the important thing is that the people who like us can be proud of us, too. We did the performance in return for all the support they show us.

It must be hard being unable to see your fans since you can’t hold any concerts. It’s hard to tell how well the performance was able to convey that return of their support. Jimin: I learn a lot from going on tour. I combine the audience’s immediate reactions and the parts I wasn’t satisfied with and practice based on that, and ask the other members about it too, but right now there’s no time to review that. So I keep practicing a lot, but it’s hard to tell how the things I’m doing will end up looking, so I keep trying things out on my own but without any feedback.

That must’ve made it harder to get ready for “Dynamite,” “Butter” and “Permission to Dance,” especially since you still have to sing in English and the emotions in the songs are a lot different from your previous ones, and it’s hard to feel the reaction in the concert hall under these circumstances. Jimin: Even the pronunciation is definitely different, and the part of your throat the sound comes from changes depending on the pronunciation. I think that’s why I was a little flustered. On “Butter,” if I had done it the way I always do, it wouldn’t show up. So I studied a lot on how to sound more clean and simple.

It felt like you had to meet all sorts of conditions; you have to keep it breezy and hit high notes, all while maintaining your unique voice. Jimin: I guess you could call it the song that most made me think like I was just starting out again. I think I practiced harder than ever before. I think I’ve worked extremely hard to have my own unique style, but then I hit a wall and had to go back to the beginning to find a new way. And I went over it a lot with Jung Kook. What if I sing it like this? Or what about this way? How should I practice? I asked so many questions like that and practiced a lot, too. But I enjoyed the process. At one point I was like, I can get that kind of voice out of my throat too? Even though it didn’t make it onto the final recording, I tried doing different adlibs while singing other parts and I found my strengths that way.

In previous songs you had fairly strong emotional vocals when you sang high notes, but this time around they’re cooler. How does it feel having different emotions in your vocals? BTS also sought to allow people to feel more positive emotions during the pandemic. Jimin: It was hard to adjust to the changes, but in other ways, since the group saw a greater outpouring of love, I thought we should be featuring emotions and content that’s a little more comprehensive. Personally, it was hard adjusting to a situation where I couldn’t perform. But after “Butter” was out and we moved on to “Permission to Dance,” I saw how lots of people took positively to the way I put so much effort into attempting to change things a bit more with these songs, and I realized that we could find a new side to ourselves in the process.

I saw on “ARMY Corner Store” that you were drinking with the other members recently and all talking together, which makes me think you’ve had a lot of thoughts since the pandemic started. The world’s changed so much, and the group’s status has changed since “Dynamite” came out, too. Jimin: It wasn’t just the time mentioned in “ARMY Corner Store”—we also talked while going here and there by car, whenever we would get together, and when we were on set. I think it took me a long time to calm my nerves. It took around four or five months, I guess, but after we kept dealing with it and talking with each other, I think that’s when we got used to the new normal and our new selves.

When you performed “Daechwita” at BTS 2021 MUSTER SOWOOZOO, the part you did was, as it happens, “Remember, remember days gone by remember.” Maybe it was a coincidence, but now that BTS, the team who debuted with “No More Dream,” currently sits at the top of the Billboard Hot 100, I’m wondering how you feel about the days gone by. Jimin: I only realized it recently, but I used to be really unstable. I was acting like I was well-grounded when I was around other people, like my family and friends. It meant I had to pretend a lot. I worried about others by saying things like, I’m fine, but how are you? I spoke like I could always take care of anything that came up, but looking back, that wasn’t the case.

What made you think like that? Jimin: I’m still young, and because I’m making a lot of money at a young age, I end up wondering what money and success ultimately mean. Because I’m young, I hear a lot of people talk, and some people can be jealous or envious. But there’s a lot of people I have to repay and a lot of relationships I need to hang onto. I thought I could take care of all these problems, but looking back, that wasn’t the case. It hasn’t been very long since I realized that I was the one to grab on and forced everything to happen.

Was it some sense of responsibility? It reminds me how you called yourself “the kind of person who likes to be loved” in your last interview with Weverse Magazine. So I imagine you probably try your best for the people in your life. Jimin: Yes. I was just being headstrong, you know. Being headstrong. (laughs) It’s the kind of situation where people look at you and they might say, You can’t even take care of yourself. (laughs) But there were still a lot of points where I kept thinking things like that. Now I think I didn’t have to go quite that far, and as times went by, I started to think, Oh, I’m glad I can think about this now so I can let things that I should let go of, go. When I couldn’t let things go, my resentment kept growing. My pain, too. Rather than admit I had those feelings at that time, I’d say there were emotions in different situations that I came to unconsciously accept, and I started to feel like I could see how much of a hard time I was having after some time passed.

You’ve tried so hard. How did you feel after letting go of all those feelings? Jimin: I felt like I was becoming empty sometimes, at first. I felt like I was denying my own thoughts and beliefs. But I talked a lot with my parents, and I said, Did you know I was going through all that? And they said, We didn’t know what you were going through, but we knew it was something. So finally I shared what I was feeling with them, and my mom and dad talked to me like they were my life coaches. After coming out of that whole period, even when I do similar things, I can tell my mind has changed a lot. If I was more focused on my surroundings before, now I’m able to focus on myself as well. My mom told me it means I’m growing up, and that I’m finally becoming an adult. So I said, I don’t wanna be an adult—it’s too hard. (laughs)

It seems like you ended up doing a lot of self-reflection during the pandemic. Jimin: Last year I saw how lots of people were having a rough time and how there was a big social crisis, but as time dragged on I started to feel like I was trapped. But it was mostly okay when I was working.

What would you say work means to you these days? Jimin: I guess it’s hard to separate it from myself. I’m me, and there’s also a separate me who works, but it’s hard to tell the two apart.

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Painful Stings & Sweet Apologies

Yandere! Izuku Midoriya X Fem! Reader

Summary: Rage fueled by failure, Izuku finds comfort in a bar, only to come home to a broken promise and a furious darling. He didn’t mean for this to happen.

WARNINGS!: blood, violence, alcohol (Izuku under the influence)

Category: Angst, one-sided fluff

Word Count: 9k+

A/N: This is my first yandere fic! I’m nervous as hell, I have no idea if I got this right lol. Though I did spend months perfecting it to the best of my abilities! Hope you enjoy~

Just To Clarify:

You’re both adults

It’s Friday

It’s cold and rainy (naturally--)

Izuku’s bedroom has a walk in closet and a bathroom

the kitchen is off-limits

THIS IS A YANDERE FIC!

Izuku is an obsessive yandere~

Cold, burning liquid rushed down the male’s throat as he gulped at the drink within the short glass.

Whiskey, or more specifically - a Jack Daniels, the honey-brown alcohol that delivered a bitter slap to all those who drank its refreshing nectar.

It wasn’t his usual drink, and certainly not one he’d ever guzzle like a parched beast.

Hell, who in their right mind would do that? Even with a single sip, it left your chest burning with its heat.

But desperate times call for desperate measures, right?

Or, more of, self-loathing times call for a quick, one-way ticket to Forget-Me Ville and Cringe Island.

The bar he sat at was lively, filled with drunken laughter and slurred speeches of men and women who have been out for far too long.

But it was Friday night, so who cared?

A rainy, cold, sucky, depressing Friday night, one of which his friends tried to make a bit better by taking the pissed off, green-haired hero out for drinks.

They certainly hadn’t expected Izuku, an innocent little guy who couldn’t handle his liquor for shit, to shoot down an entire glass of whiskey.

At first, he ordered a simple beer - a starter drink if you will.

It didn’t take but ten minutes for him to gulp that glass down, and he was onto his next drink - a sangria wine cooler. His typical drink. He always was more of a fruity guy, after all, preferring the sweet tang over the bitter bite.

But as the night raged on, and so did his inner turmoil, he kept ordering stronger and stronger drinks, until he got to the whiskey. You could say he lost his sense of reason a while ago.

He was still seething with rage, not as much as before but the mixture of anger and frustration swirled hotly with the alcohol pumping through his veins and sitting in his belly.

You could say it was keeping him warm in this lifeless atmosphere.

For the first time in what felt like forever, he didn’t think of you, his precious little darling. He could barely think straight, mind occupied with too many thoughts to be able to understand any of them. It was all a garbled mess, one he chose to ignore.

Was that a good or a bad thing? He’d find out later.

But for now?

He needed another drink.

In the beginning, this Friday seemed like it was going to be one of the best he’ll ever have.

For months this pro hero has been working alongside detectives with catching a murderous villain known by the name “Ghoul.”

They were sick and twisted, their motives unknown, their trail hard to tract.

He had only one encounter with them, but he was too late to catch them.

That’s the day he was brought in to help aid the case.

But, that day haunted him for weeks. He knew that if he had arrived at the bloody scene sooner, he could have captured that cannibalistic fuck, brought justice to those who had already died by their mangy hands.. and prevented the deaths that would ensue after.

He’d known horrible villains before, but this one was different. Their teeth were sharp, blood permanently stained their clothes, and they gave off a wolfish vibe. Yes, a hunter. One who tore flesh from human bones and munched on it until someone screamed in terror for help.

For months he helped gather intel, piece puzzle pieces together, aid with location predictions and stakeout missions, until finally - they found that bastard.

It was more of a hunch than anything really, that Ghoul would show up to that site.

Ghoul, while hard to track, left a pattern in their wake. They avoided certain areas, thrived where the poor were at their weakest. The murders always seemed to happen at the exact same time behind run-down fast-food restaurants.

It was unclear if the sicko liked a hearty human meal with their victims own stomachs filled with greasy, fattening food, or if it was just convenient to them, either way - the perp was too damn sloppy.

To regular ol’ police personnel, the murders would just always happen there, behind restaurants.

But after Deku’s team began tracking where each and every murder occurred, it was quite easy to tell they were drawing, funnily enough, a circle around the city’s map.

It was stupid, childish, and downright idiotic, but damn if that didn’t lead the team to find the cold-blooded killer.

Adrenaline and pure hatred for the villain fueled Deku’s onslaught of attacks, each seemingly more powerful and less calculated. His mind was muddled.

He was filled with rage, finally being able to see the shitty excuse of a human again, but it affected his movements. He was being hasty, careless, not his usual calculated self.

And that’s what brought him his demise.

His shoulder was harshly bitten, razor-sharp teeth tearing through the fabric of his suit and shredding up the skin on his shoulder. Their quirk pumped through his blood instantly, making him collapse onto his knees, paralyzed. He hissed in pain as the sickeningly warm liquid flowed down his arm, unable to stop himself from face planting onto the dirty gravel of the alleyway.

He had lost, and Ghoul got away.

He still remembers it, after all, it was only hours ago that it happened.

The sun had long since set, the crescent moon hung high in the sky as her stars shimmered around her. His wound was stitched up and healed by doctors, leaving only a bitter scar to remind him of his failure.

He failed not only himself but those who counted on him.

God, he sucked.

And so, he ordered another drink.

He wanted to forget. He didn’t want to feel the failure sting at his fragile heart anymore.

It was too much to take.

What type of hero let the villain get away, knowing full well that they would kill again?

They couldn’t track Ghoul’s trail anymore, for the circle had been completed - and they were left with nothing with the numbing feeling of brutal loss.

Hours blurred together as his mind went hazy. His speech slurred together, dull, green eyes unfocused and mouth blabbering out nonsense to his friends that he couldn’t even really hear. It just- came out.

Soon enough, he was being dragged out of the bar by his annoyingly sober friends.

The night had gotten colder since they first entered the warm bar, rain pelted down like freezing bullets flying from a machine gun. A dirty old awning kept them dry as they stood still at the front of the bars entrance, the loud music bouncing off the walls inside echoed down the empty streets.

Heavy streams of salty rainwater poured off the edge of the awning, splattering down into a mud puddle that emptied into the sewer grate below.

Who doesnt love the musty stench of rain on asphalt?

Hell, the smell itself, combined with the strong yet savory scent of the Korean barbeque joint across the street was enough to make him nauseous. He had drank far too much, and his stomach was suffering the consequences. He should have eaten more before drinking. How foolish.

“It’s pretty late, you should head home.” Reasoned his best friend, Todoroki, puffs of condensation leaving his mouth as the warm breath met cold air, pressing a freezing hand to the back of the freckled boy's sweaty neck to jolt his drowsy, drunken self into a more alert state. Nothing but time could sober you up, but damn if that hand didn’t help slap some energy into him.

“Yeaahh, ye-yeahhh.. I gooht you Todooroe.” God, he sounded like someone high on anesthesia after being awoken from a surgery - which he definitely would be able to compare this experience to. Being a hero meant at least a few surgeries a year. Comes with the job.

Plus, this wasn’t the first time he’s been drunk.

He sure as hell hated the aftermath, but some nights it felt as if the hot burn of alcohol was the only thing that could keep him sane.

This was just one of those nights - or perhaps it was multiple nights slammed into one from just how stupidly drunk he was. The world was blurred, and Izuku doubted he could even walk straight at this point.

The half and half hero waved down a stray taxi, street water splashing up onto the sidewalk as the yellow vehicle came to a screeching halt.

“Get home safe.” Todoroki sighed out his nose at seeing his friends out-of-it state, helping the giddy and jelly-like hero into the back seat.

Izuku pouted, grabby hands clinging onto his friend's shirt in protest.

With a half-hearted chuckle, Todoroki pried himself free from his grip, handing the cab driver more than enough yen to get the drunk boy home.

He gave the taxi driver an address, and soon the car was rolling off down the street, Izukus flushed face pressed against the cold, fogging glass and staring with eyes full of tears at his friend.

Though, it seemed as if he had forgotten a promise he made to someone very important to him. Someone who he devoted his entire life to.

Someone who he risked everything for.

You.

His princess who had been locked in a small, dark room all day, wrists tightly cuffed to loose chains on the wall. The only light provided was a rusty oil lamp Izuku had gotten at a yard sale one day. The flame was dull, and left the room covered in shadows.

The tile below was as cold as it had been since the morning when Izuku had forcefully chained you there for misbehaving the night before.

You had deserved this punishment for disobeying him.

That’s what he tried to convince, anyway.

He was only trying to keep you safe! He hated punishing you, hated the way you thrashed and screamed at him in protest - that only meant he had to be rougher with you. You had broken into the most dangerous room in the apartment, afterall.

The kitchen.

There were far too many harmful objects in there!

Knives that could slice your delicate skin to shreds, forks that could jab into your body, hot stoves that could leave you with a nasty burn, and canned food stored too high up on the shelf that could fall and hit your head.. It was for your protection that the kitchen was off-limits to you!

Plus, Izuku, your oh-so kind and sweet boyfriend, had no problem with cooking you meals to eat together. In fact, he loved it!

He felt accomplished whenever you'd hum in approval at his cooking, or even turned on if that slutty mouth of yours just so happened to moan around your utensil.

Those were the nights dinner was forgotten.

But you had been foolish, entering the kitchen for a midnight snack whilst Izuku was out on patrol. Your sneaky little self thought you were clever, leaving no trace of your betrayal.

Until you were awoken hours later by a green glow, blood running cold as a pair of murderous neon eyes stared into yours.

It had to be one of the scariest sights to date.

His pupils were shrunk, green electricity buzzing around his large body. He hovered over your trembling body, a wrapper in between his two gloved fingers.

He was so close, your noses brushed together.

You swore he could see into your soul, as well as see the fear in your (E/C) eyes.

“What is this, (Y/N)?” He had asked innocently, hurt coating his words.

“I-” you wanted to make an excuse, protest, say it wasn’t yours, but every single letter died on your tongue as his face pressed closer, a sadistic smile overtaking his features.

“You didn’t.. You didn’t go into the kitchen, did you?”

His hot, minty breath blew all over your face as he spoke, and you shriveled back in fear as insanity crossed his expression in that way you were far too familiar with.

The giggles bubbled in his throat as he tried to fight logic with delusion, “It wasn’t you, right? Someone broke in, didn’t they? You wouldn’t break my trust, would you?”

His voice was cracking, fingers digging into the flesh of the bed beneath you as his eye began to twitch.

He stared down at you, curly green hair brushing against the sides of your face, waiting far too long for an answer he would never get. His bottom lip wobbled, feat tears welling up in his eyes and falling onto your pale cheeks as his body shook with anger and sadness.

He was already stressed about the following mornings mission, and to come home to his princess betraying his trust was not something he enjoyed.

And so, you were punished.

But he had promised you wouldnt be locked in there for long, he knew how you feared the dark. He had conditioned you to fear it, after all. It was his greatest accomplishment.

You were always so willing to cuddle into him when the lights were off.

A few hours turned into nearly an entire day, the only indication you had of this was past experiences, skin around your wrists rubbed raw from the metal cuffs, and the unusual sting of your ass and bare legs burning from the freezing tile beneath you.

That was the least of your worries, though.

Worst of all - the flame, which was holding you together and keeping you from crying out for help to those who might hear you in this soundproof room, which would no doubt get you a harsher punishment, was about to die out.

That flame, albeit small, was your only hope of surviving this.

Izuku was typically a very reliable person, it was strange for him to not keep his word to you. He devoted his being to you, worshipped the ground you regrettably walked upon, why would he break his own promise?

The thought of being trapped in the dark, the echo of your chains taunting your delirious mind had you close to tears. You didn’t want to be alone here anymore.

You watched in horror as the flame got smaller and smaller, tears now rolling down your cheeks as you pleaded under your breath for it to last longer.

The air vents around you provided enough oxygen for it to survive, but that damn oil..

Where was he?!

Suddenly, the door to his apartment flew open, giggles seeping through the house and teasing your ears.

Then, there was no more light.

A screech tore from your throat, a desperate call of his name as you thrashed around, tears pouring from your eyes.

You felt as if you couldnt breathe as your head whipped around the space, desperate for more air and light as your lungs seemed to scream.

You couldnt feel the cold chill of the floor anymore, body numb as adrenaline pumped through your veins.

What was in the dark?

How big was this space again?

Rather, how small was it?

What was that noise?

Did something just touch you?

There was wind, there was wind, no. A cold chill?

Oh god what was that-

Loud, clumsy footsteps made their way closer and closer to the locked metal door. You sobbed as your heard the jingle of keys, metal scraping against metal as he fumbled with inserting them into the lock.

Until finally, you were basked in the honey-dew glow of the bedroom.

You fought to control your breathing as he dropped to his knees, taking far too long for your liking to get the cuffs off.

But at least now you know why he took so god damn long.

You could smell the putrid miasma of alcohol wafting off him the moment he stepped into the darkroom, tainted with the salty effluvium of rainwater as it dripped onto your skin from his damp, messy hair.

Rage bubbled inside you as he giggled once more at your tear-stained cheeks, “D-did yoou miss mee?” He slurred, a giddy smile on his face as the stale stench of what he had been drinking all night circled around your head like a rotten wreath.

Instead of answering, like you knew you should have, you turned your head towards the door, soaking in the light you were previously deprived of. Even if it was just a mere minute.

At your silence, his smile quickly turned into a frown. Big, forestry green eyes welled up with sadness, bottom lip trembling, “(Y-Y/N)?” He couldnt help but reach out, scarred fingers wishing to wipe away those stray tears from your face.

You missed him.

That’s why you were crying, surely.

He wanted to comfort you, say that he was there now and that you could both cuddle until twinkling dawn.

You weren’t alone anymore.

He was all you needed, and he was right beside you.

He’ll always be there for you, and you’ll always be there for him.

Because you love each other.

“D-Don’t cry-”

His cold hand was smacked away, and his usually sturdy body was shoved back so that you could scramble out of the freezing closet.

You needed space.

More room to breath.

To be on flooring that didnt feel like ice cutting into your flesh.

Hell, you were sure the skin that had the unholy misfortune of touching the floor were burned red at this point from how long you had to sit there.

Not to mention your poor wrists, you couldnt even bear the sight of them being so raw. You were pretty sure they would bleed if you even touched them. Your body was screaming in pain, stomach growing for food, mouth parched from not being given water so that you wouldnt make a mess on the floor.

You were weak, shaking, and afraid.

That bastard had the gall to say not to cry, to look concerned when he knew damn well how much you absolutely despised the dark.

At first it was a childish fear, but the moment he snatched you from your regular life, that fear became a reality. There were countless nights you’d be punished by being left alone in the dark.

He didnt want to hurt you, no, and he never has, but damn if he hasnt conditioned you to be afraid.

Storms were the worst.

What was once a peaceful white noise turned into a terrifying nightmare once the moon rose in the sky.

There were times you were locked in that closet during violent storms, screaming and begging to be let out.

Sometimes you were, other times you werent as lucky.

Though it was only raining right now, each pitter-patter of the droplets against the window or balcony made hairs on your neck stand up. The sound was previously muted in the closet, but now it was hitting you like a freight train on a track that never seemed to end.

You heard him scramble to his feet as you wiped your tears away, the creak of the floorboards as he stumbled towards you.

A subtle bang made you jump, his foot no doubt hitting the chest at the end of your bed. Everso the clumsy one, even in an illuminated room.

Suddenly, he was right behind you, arms wrapping tightly around your middle as his head dropped to your shoulder, nuzzling his cheek against your neck.

Perhaps it would have been pleasant, comforting, even, if he wasnt soaked to the bone. The cold water from his dark grey, long-sleeved sweater was now seeping into your own thin clothes, freezing wet hair sending shivers down your spine and it presses against your heated, sensitive skin. Some drops even went down your back, ripping a gasp from you.

This wasnt comforting at all.

This was suffocating.

You squirmed in his grasp, desperate to get the hell away from him.

You were already pissed, and him wrapping around you and squeezing you tight like a snake to its prey was the cherry on top of your disastrous sundae.

With a grunt, you used the rest of what little strength you had left to rip yourself free from his ‘hug,’ nearly tripping on your own two feet as you rushed away from him.

He pouted at you as you shoved yourself into a corner of the room, finding comfort in being able to see all around you, no surprise attacks from behind, only what was in front of you.

Your breath was heavy as you glared at him, nostrils flaring and jaw clenching.

Truly, you had some nerve.

But it was hard to help it.

He broke a promise.

He never does that, and yet in your time of need- he wasn’t there for you.

For once.

He knew damn well you were locked up, scared shitless, expecting him to return home in a few short hours, yet here he is - looking absolutely clueless as to why you were suddenly so angry at him.

Tears streamed down his drunkenly flushed cheeks, hurt by how you shoved him away again.

All he wanted to do was snuggle you, his body exhausted yet numbed by the alcohol still burning in his tummy.

“Where..” you started, voice low, scratchy, and dripping with venom that reached deaf ears. “Where have you been!”

Just as he was about to open that mouth of his, no doubt about babble nearly incoherently - form logical excuses with evidence to back him up, say he lost track of time which you know damn well he never did, you shut him up.

You hated dealing with him when he was drunk, hell - you hated dealing with his obsessive ass most days.

But drunk? Drunk he got worse. He was clingy, more emotional, and worst of all? He didn’t have a filter.

He always managed to hide those more sinister desires under that sweet mask of his - until alcohol brought it out.

God, the smell of it made you sick to your stomach, but luckily you didn't have any food to throw up.

No thanks to him.

“What the fuck, Midoriya?!” You leered at him, noticing quickly the way his eyes darkened in that way they always did when you referred to him by his family name - the name he hated being called by you of all people.

“I’ve been trapped in that room all goddamn day! You said it’d be a few hours? What the hell happened to that! Look at the fucking time! Nine hours! Nine hours I’ve been stuck in my own personal hell! I can’t feel my fucking legs because of you!”

“I-” he attempted to start, the firm grip he had on his sanity quickly loosening with every shout you threw at him.

You cut him off, again, pent up rage now overtaking your sense of reason and fear, “What the hell happened?! You know what! I don’t even care! Not only did you,” You pointed a trembling finger at his stilled body, “break a promise! Something you swore you would never fucking do, you also had the nerve at laugh at me as I was trembling in fear!”

You looked like a mess, body shaking and bent over itself, one arm clutched around your waist as if to hold yourself together as that accusing finger stayed trained on him. Your hair was messy, frizzy, soaked with sweat and oily as hell from being denied a shower. Your clothes, thin and girly - much to your utter distaste, but to his satisfaction - now damp thanks to his carelessness.

All of this was because of him.

It always was.

Every single thing that went wrong in your life always seemed to be because of him nowadays.

You couldnt believe you let yourself fall for that misleading smile all those years ago, only to end up like this.

A mouse in a lions den.

But hell if that would stop you from squeaking your heart out till his razor-sharp claws ultimately caged you back in.

“Do you see my wrists?!” with a strangled sob, you held up both of your arms to show him the mess he already knew was his fault, “look at them! They hurt so fucking much because you left me in those disgusting handcuffs! This is all your fault!”

Your knees were wobbling so bad you swore your legs would give out at any second, but you’d be damned if you didnt hold your ground to this lunatic.

True, some days he was nice, normal, even. But days like these, or days much worse, you were reminded of just who he really was.

A monster was stretching it. He never intentionally tried to hurt you, your friends, or even your family.

No, he just stole you from your apartment in the dead of night, convinced the reason you were crying was because of the thunderstorm and not because some psycho snatched you from your window like some sort of 1970’s movie trope. That night he cradled your thrashing body to his hard chest with his strong arms, cooing at you and whispering sweet nothings into your ear as you begged to be let go. You were just scared of the storm~ He would keep you safe~ He is the number one hero, afterall~

That was all utter bullshit, straight from the beginning.

And even now he was still wrapped in the delusion that you loved him as much as he loved you.

A fated pair.

Please.

But you still held on to the pathetic hope that one day he’d snap out of it, return to the Izuku you knew from the beginning and not the person who now stood a few feet in front of you, staring with cold, emotionless eyes.

“I’m sorry.” he says impassively, face as blank as a new canvas - unreadable and dangerous in every way imaginable. It was hard not to feel as if he was just waiting to strike, already calculating his next moves like he always seemed to do. It was far easier to deal with an angry Izuku than one where you couldn’t read his already complex emotions, thoughts, anything. He was the definition of expressive, and it truly took a fuckin bullet to the back of his head for him to be like this.

So clearly, you hit a nerve.

Wonderful.

“Oh?” Despite knowing the implications of the situation you found yourself in, it was impossible not to laugh at such a pathetic fucking apology.

Knowing him, he probably was sorry, deep down inside. You knew he didn’t like seeing you hurt, especially if it was because of his doing, and yet- you pressed on.

Pent up anger was a nasty thing to deal with, especially since it’s been brewing inside you for so long.

“Are you now? You don’t fucking seem sorry! If you were really sorry, you wouldnt have done it! But look where we are! You’re such a fucking-!”

“Shut up.” he growls out borderline maliciously, stumbling slightly as he turns to walk out the door. He was clearly fed up, his strong hands clenched into threatening fists, but so were you. Even if you were undeniably frightened to confront him, you wouldn't let that stop you from pushing yourself off the wall - your safe space - and wobbling after him.

“Look at you! You can’t even walk right! How drunk are you, huh? Washing away your feelings again, are you? What about my feelings! Huh?!”

You were pushing it.

You really were.

The entire house felt it, the air chillingly still as Izuku had to grind his teeth together so as to not lash out at you.

He didn’t want to.

That was the last thing he wanted to do, but all that stress and self-hatred previously washed away was coming back up to the burning surface that cages his discretion.

Heavy breaths blew out his nostrils as he made his way to the living room, desperate for you to get the hint from his hunched over body that he wanted you to fuck off.

Yeah, he messed up, deep down he knew he did but currently his mind was far too clogged to even begin to comprehend it.

You were like an annoying mosquito, your words morphing into a persistent buzz.

He was ignoring you, and that made you livid.

He always ignored you when your problems were deemed irrelevant, or when he found you were being far too vexatious.

He always did this, always.

You were trapped in a cell with some asshole who didn't even want to listen to you.

Obviously, you had enough.

Typically you’d back off, go fume in another room or punch the wall till the skin around your knuckles tore open and dripped blood everywhere, making him snap out of whatever state he was in just to suffocate you in his toxic love.

Oh how life proved to be full of surprises.

A low growl of your own slithered passed your teeth, eyes practically burning red as if you prayed you had a quirk that could do something against him.

“You’re a selfish bastard! You fucking piss-poor excuse of a hero-!”

SLAP!

A shrill scream tore from your raw throat, the echo of skin burning against skin dizzying you as you were thrown back onto the floor.

Boiling hot tears streamed down your face as you sobbed out of pure fear, body shaking uncontrollably and you shuffled backward, desperate to get yourself as far away from him as you could currently manage.

It had all happened so fast, you didn't even have time to register it as it occurred.

One moment his hands were gripping the back of the couch with such strength you could see his knuckles turn a ghostly white, and the next, crackling, neon-green lightning surrounded his body, illuminating the dim apartment in a slimy glow. Before you even had a chance to register just what happened, he whipped his head around, his eyes, typically blown wide with sickening love and sparkling under delusional illusions, were narrowed and glowing in a way that sent shivers of immense regret down your spine. His arm whipped back with his hand, the very hand that delivered a painfully paralyzing slap.

He always spoke with his hands, and you just happened to be too close to him at that moment.

The reddended skin of your cheek burned, and you swore you could feel more than just tears streaming down it.

You were stuck shaking on the floor, imaginary bile rising in your throat, and all you could do was stare at him with wide, bloodshot and terrified eyes.

He had never laid a hand on you like that before, you didnt know what to think.

He always promised to do you no intentional harm, to never lay a finger on you with intentions of making you cry out in pain.

He had never acted so feral and out of line before.

It.. it scared you in a way you never felt before.

The gap between you grew, you really were just a mouse trembling in a lion's den.

“P-princess-” he shakily called out, voice weak and uneven, quirk diminishing into thin air like it never was there in the first place.

His own eyes were wide and filled with immense regret, tears already pouring down his flushed, freckled face.

He took one step forward, and you scrambled back, hand coming up to touch at your cheek, shock making you feel faint at the sight of blood coating your trembling fingertips.

You felt sick once again, empty stomach feeling as if it was collapsing in on itself to push even the tiniest bit of nonexistent food out.

You didnt know what to do.

Choking on your own sobs, you tried desperately to shuffle away from him, but he only came closer.

You cried out the moment he dove at you, your hands clasped together tightening against your chest as if to hold yourself together as this bear of a man wraps his arms cold, soaked arms protectively around you, his large shoulders violently shaking as he buried his snotty, tear stained face deep into your unruly tresses.

The stench of alcohol burned your nostrils, edging you on to try and push his heavy chest away. You tried, but you failed miserably, resulting in his arms pulling you even closer to his sweaty and damp body. It was disgusting.

“L-let go of me!” you wailed, your own tears stinging your eyes as your vision blurred and you could no longer tell just what you were staring blindly at, the dimness of the living-room paired with the suffocating embrace of your captor swallowing you whole.

You couldnt take it.

You could barely breathe at this point.

“p-p-ple .. plea-s-se..!” your cries intertwined with his own desperate ones as he babbled nearly incoherently on about how sorry he was, how he never meant to do something so horrible.

“I’m not a monster!” he howled out, desperate words seeping with ululation.

He was desperately trying to convince himself of that.

He wasn’t talking to you at all.

He was talking to himself.

He wasn’t a monster.

He’s not like him.

He’s not like that piece of filth.

No, he’s so much better.

He’s a good man.

No, no, he’s not a monster.

He’s your hero.

He could never purposely harm you.

No.

It was an accident.

An accident.

You’d understand.

He knew you would!

You always understood him.

You were like two peas in a pod!

You forgave him, surely.

Yes.

Yes!

You did the moment he hugged you, the moment he started comforting you.

He was a good man.

How could you not forgive him?

He loved you so, so, so much.

You knew that-

You knew he would never do such a thing.

His breathing was even, eyes wide and straining as he stared at the floor, a crooked smile on his face as he repeated the words over and over again in his twisted mind.

He never met to hurt you.

No.

He didnt.

“Plea-” you tried once more, biting your wobbling lip as he squeezed you even tighter.

“No, no, no, no, no, no..” he heaved out, hand coming up to gently pet your oily hair as if to calm you. His head shook back and forth in your hair, “It’s okay. It’s okay. I’m so sorry, honey.”

There was nothing you could do.

You were stuck alone in a mouse trap, the cold, metallic bar snapped down on top of your frail neck.

There was no escape.

There never was.

His form of ‘love’ far too strong for you to even attempt to.

And so, you gave up.

Just like you always did.

There was no point in resisting him.

Sticky blood trickles down your raw cheek, dripping down onto the chilled bare skin of his neck, still cold from the damp clothes he wore, instantly catching his wondering attention.

“You.. you’re bleeding?” he whispered guiltily, already feeling a new wave of salty tears building up in the corner of his eyes.

His large left hand trailed up the skin of your neck, idly collecting the thin trail of red liquid onto his fingertips and smearing a path up to your jawline, stopping the moment your shivering form flinched.

He frowned at the red mark taking up half your beautifully innocent face, a small cut resting in the middle of it where no doubt the ring he foolishly wore as an accessory swiped.

Guilt made his stomach churn, the familiar burn of acid rising in his throat.

A deep inhale, and he swallowed it down, arm still wrapped around you, languidly rubbing your back as he stared with nothing short of pity at your wrecked state.

Your lips wobbled, holding in a reply as you force yourself to look into the vast abyss of darkness that was the hallway of your apartment instead of his orbs gleaming with concern.

Concern.

Concern for something he caused.

At least he had a heart, but you were still scared shitless and wanted nothing more than to run away. You were still fighting to regulate your breathing.

His thumb suddenly pressed against the slap mark, ripping a yelp from your throat as your head flung back to avoid any more contact. It was then that you noticed a pounding headache echoing inside your skull, yet another reason to aid in the water running down your face. Pain consumed your body, and you wanted nothing more than to escape this shell you were trapped in.

Openly chewing on his lip, both of his arms went back around you, cradling your delicate form to his chest.

Without a word, he stood up, practically forcing you to have to wrap your bare legs around his waist to keep yourself steady, something you were trained to do by him. He loved it when your legs were around his waist whenever he picked you up.

It became a regrettable second nature.

Heavy foot steps brought you back to your bedroom, and then into the bathroom connected to it.

Your fears crept up your spine at the pitch black room you were forced into, remembering how you were in a similar position just a few minutes ago.

When would this cycle end?

Ah.

It wouldnt, would it?

You were set delicately down atop the cold marble counter as if you were a fragile piece of glass, which, in many ways, you were. The tears had at least stopped, but your body continuously shook like a chihuahua, your breathing still hard to control as fumbled around mindlessly with your fingers to serve as a distraction.

He flipped the light on, momentarily blinding your sensitive gaze with its bright light.

Sniffing, you wiped at your nose, watching as he walked about the bathroom, grabbing a wash cloth just to run it under cool water. The rain was still heavily pouring just outside the wall mixed with the loud splatters of the stream against the white sink. It would have been calming had cold water not splashed up onto your bare thighs, making goosebumps prickle along your skin. Your thighs were nearly numb at this point.

After ringing most of the water out, he held it up to your cheek, staring at you.

Taking the cue, you hesitantly took the cool, wet cloth from his grasp and gingerly pressed it to the swelling skin on your face. You hiss out in pain, dry sobs wracking your body at the stinging pain and the fact that he was still far too close for you to currently handle.

The pain on your cheek paired with the numbing cold was a good distraction.

You chewed on your lip as you squeezed your eyes shut, freehand gripping tightly at the hem of your shirt as you listen to him fumble around in the cabinet hanging over to the left.

You jumped the moment you felt his larger fingers ghost over the ones holding the cloth to your cheek, cautious (E/C) eyes opening ever so slightly as you looked over at him.

You couldnt help but feel idiotic as you suddenly felt flustered at the intense gaze he was giving you, eyes now gleaming viridescent in the white light of the bathroom almost staring right into your soul.

It was like he was reading you, pulling words off your own frail pages just so he could recite them to you.

He did this often.

Keeping silent, staring for long periods of times as he tried out scenarios in his head of the words he was going to say.

It gave you chills, but yet, it made you feel like you were the center of his drifting attention.

The sun his planets revolve tirelessly around, repeating the same cycles like a record forever skipping on repeat.

In these moments, though, he became an enigma.

Not exactly something your fragile state of mind entirely needed right now.

You shivered when his palm came to cup your soft jawline, thumb absentmindedly tracing over your parted lips.

His mouth opened, ready to say something, but he stayed quiet.

Mouth shutting, he leaned forward, tentatively bringing you into another hug.

“I’m sorry.” he repeated, the words nearly as quiet as your stilled breath, but you had nothing to say to it. And he knew it.

He was used to you staying silent.

He would prefer it most of the time.

So he could sink into his fantasies, the deluded fantasies that you loved him wholeheartedly, that you chose to stay silent as to not hurt his feelings, and always forgave him no matter what.

That you would forever and always be his.

He wouldnt give you the choice not to be.

He wouldnt let you leave when you’re his favorite person in the whole wide world.

The only one he needed.

And he was the only one you needed.

Yes.

Of course.

You didn’t need anyone else but him.

And he didn’t need anyone else but you.

So what if a few more people died because of his mistake, he would capture Ghoul eventually. Regardless, he would always come home to you.

Always.

And that’s all he needed.

He chucked against your neck, having buried it in the crook as his mind slipped through his shaky fingertips.

The Big Bad Wolf and his Little Red Riding Hood.

God how he loved the comparison.

Perhaps he was addicted.

Addicted to you.

Even now, as he inhaled your sugary sweet, natural scent stained with the metallic smell of dried blood.

Pulling back, he gazed into your hesitant eyes, delicately resting his forehead against yours.

His hair, now dry and no longer dripping with salty rain, tickled your skin, making you involuntarily take in a deep breath.

Closing his eyes once more, he soaks in the moment of your warm body in his frigid embrace, nothing else mattered to him.

Just you.

Only you.

“L-let me see your cheek,” he asks softly, words not as wobbly as before, afraid that if he spoke too loudly in such a thin atmosphere, everything would shatter abruptly like glass.

Your body moved on instinct as if you were used to doing as he asked immediately no matter what, pulling the cool cloth away from your burning cheek.

Resisting the urge to sniffle and flinch away, you allow him to rewet the cloth, holding still as he dabs lightly at the small wound.

“I know it hurts,” he breathes out, “shh, shh, it’s okay.” it was always so strange how his voice still managed to calm your nerves even after all you’ve been through.

Deep down, you knew he was still that loving and energetic boy you met back at that coffee shop.

If only you knew how sinister and twisted he could really be.

Perhaps.. perhaps you wouldn’t be in such a situation now.

But there was never any point in pondering the what-ifs.

All you could do was fight your mind from seeking normalities in such a relationship as this, if you could even call it that.

You wouldn’t succumb to his desires like you always did.

You wouldnt lose yourself.

No.

You couldn’t let that happen.

Or was it too late already?

You hissed when you felt the stinging seer of rubbing alcohol dotted onto your cut, cleaning the wound.

“It’s okay.” he repeats, cooing to you with a reassuring smile that should have made you feel sick all over again.

You let him apply antibiotic ointment and a small cheek bandage, his hands shaky yet careful. You could say he has experience in applying bandages.

It was uncomfortable as it sat on your raw skin, but it’s not like you were going to go and rip it off. That would feel like ripping off a wax strip on a sunburn.

Humming, he gingerly wipes away the dried blood on your neck with the same washcloth, not minding how blood-stained the innocently white fabric became.

Next came your still aching wrists. There wasn’t much he could do for your legs, but at least he had roll-on bandages on standby.

Turning the cold tap on, he lets you run them under cool water before gently dabbing the stray droplets away, careful not to press too hard.

He really needed to invest in softer handcuffs, it’s just- those were the only ones he had, and he didn’t use them often. Besides, it never got this bad before. But that wasn’t a good excuse.

He’d have to order some online tomorrow..

Applying more ointment around the area, the kind that offers instant relief, he wraps your smaller wrists up as best he could, cringing himself whenever you’d flinch.

He’d make it up to you.. Pancakes in the morning, perhaps?

Izuku then begins to sluggishly put away everything he brought out of the cabinet, tossing what needed to be tossed into the trashcan.

He was slow, almost as if he was trying to keep his balance, which he no doubt was.

Standing in front of you once again, he wrapped his arms around you, whispering “up” in your ear.

It was something he would always say when he wanted you to wrap your arms and legs around him so he could carry you like a baby.

But who were you to refuse?

It wasn’t as if he couldnt pick you up without your limbs wrapped around him, it was more for your comfort rather than his convenience.

So, tentatively, you wrapped your still shaking arms around his neck, doing the same with your legs around his bent waist.

“Good girl.” he praised as he began walking back into the bedroom, stopping just at your side of the bed to place you down at the edge.

Numbly, you let him remove your rain-soaked clothes from all the hugging, sitting on the bed in just your panties as you watched him toss the clothes in the hamper by the door

It wasn’t the first time he insisted on treating you like a child who needed help changing, but at least you didn’t have to walk.

It was hard to remember if it was a good or a bad thing that you didn’t care about being nude in front of him anymore, not even bothering to hide your chest as he came back over with a fresh set of clothes - the strawberry patterned pajamas he always seemed to adore you wearing.

You always looked so innocent in them. The shirt is far too large for your frame, the sleeves hanging off your hands and the large v-neck exposing your collar bones and parts of your shoulders. The bottoms were the regular run of the mill pajama pants, soft as cotton and comfy as hell.

The top truly was the part of the look that tied it all together.

He couldn’t help but smile as your arms immediately raised as he pulled the shirt out of the pile, making quick work of slipping it over your cute head and helping your arms into the sleeves.

He liked to take care of you.

You needed him to, after all.

You were his innocent, helpless little darling, after all.

Pulling your pants up, he guided your body down into a resting position, dragging the thick, grey, and black patterned comforter over your stilled body.

Such a good girl.

He tucks loose strands of messy (H/C) hair that fell across your face behind your ear, being mindful of the wound.

He stares at it for a moment, his expression holding that of worry and regret.

Pushing off the bed, he stumbles his way to the kitchen in the dark, having turned off the light as he went, the layout of the apartment burned to memory so he could easily avoid furniture.

In the kitchen, he opened the freezer and grabbed an ice pack, one he would commonly use on his own sore muscles and bruises. It hurt his heart knowing he was the reason you had to use it for the first time.

After wrapping it in some paper towels, he trudges his way back into the dark bedroom, eyes wracking over your balled up form, covers bunched over you like a shell.

“Put this on your cheek..” he whispered, placing the pack just in front of your face.

He would love to be the one to hold it to your cheek, but his mind was still hazy, and his words were still slurred. Events could sure as hell sober you up a bit, but damn did that nausea always come back crashing in through the brittle window full force when you’d least expect it.

Rummaging through the drawers once more, he picked up some of his own fresh clothes and made his way into the bathroom again.

All he wants is to sleep, but he also didnt want you to smell dried sweat and rain on his being throughout the night.

He knew you missed him, him and his warmth, you always did, right? No question about it. You must be longing for him even now.

Wanting him to hold and comfort you just like always.

Numbed adrenaline pumped in his veins as he stepped into the shower, letting the warm water wash away his filth and regrets.

God, it felt so good to be able to somewhere warm for once.

The entire night he’s felt nothing but cold.

Not even the fire in his belly or the breath stolen from his lungs could’ve warmed him up.

He was mad at himself. Mad that he lost control and hurt the one thing that mattered the most to him.

Mad that he let himself get disgustingly drunk.

Mad that he walked in the rain like a dumbass just to soak your clothes and make you feel as cold as him.

But at the moment, too many thoughts were flying in his mind for him to properly think, no, he couldnt really even say he was thinking at all.

He was just letting the water splatter on the back of his neck, forehead resting on the cold shower tiles and he watched as water swirled down the drain like a whirlpool. His hair stuck to his cheeks like glue, but he couldn’t find himself caring.

Absentmindedly, his fingers brush across the fresh scar on his broad shoulder.

He swore the longer he stood there, watching the clear flow of water, the looser his grip on himself became.

He couldnt really say he felt anything at all anymore.

When did he lose himself?

Was he ever even really found?

Ah.

With you.

You were the missing piece in his complicated and skull biting puzzle, the one who made him whole and lit up his dull life. You were the reason he felt things anymore, you were the reason he still managed to get up and save people with a clear conscious.

You always had such a positive impact on his life, and he knew he had just as good a one on yours.

A wobbly smile tore his flushed face in two, you both really did need eachother.

He was so happy to have you in his life.

Knowing you’d never leave him.

Turning the boiling hot water off, he stepped out, the plushness of the bath-mat embracing his wet feet as water continued to pour down his nude body.

It felt, it felt so hot suddenly.

His breath came out in exaggerated pants, hands sweeping his hair from his face as the burn of bile rose in his throat.

Lunging for the toilet, he emptied his stomach into the glistening white bowl.

Gasping for air, Izuku whipped his mouth on the back of his hand, still trying to catch his breath as he fumbled to flush.

God, he needed to sit down.

Shakily turning the bathroom faucet on, he washed his hand, making quick work of brushing his teeth before lazily drying himself off.

Ignoring the other clothes he brought in, the toned hero simply pulled on a pair of black boxers before walking out of the bathroom.

Green eyes immediately looked at your form, just to see the soft rise and fall of your chest as you soundly slept, the ice pack sitting comfortably on your cheek.

You looked so adorable.

You always did.

Smiling once more, he walked over to the bed, pulling back the sheets just to slide his larger, warm body in and next to your own.

He sighs blissfully the moment he tugs you into his embrace, relishing in the feeling of your soft body against him.

Removing the icepack from your cheek, not wanting you to awake to a cheek burning from the cold, he places it on the nightstand before snuggling closer to you.

You always fit so perfectly in his big arms.

You were meant to be by his side.

And you loved it, didn’t you?

Eventually, he fell asleep, soft snores echoing around the quiet room filled with the downpour of rain still pouring down outside the large glass windows,

But you were still wide awake.

It was hard to remember the last time you got a good night’s rest, especially when the room was spine-chillingly dark..

Hard to remember what life was like before you even met your own personal nightmare.

You were used to the exhaustion, the dark circles kissing at the skin under your eyes becoming normal the day you were brought here.

Oh, how foolish you were.

You should have locked your window that fateful night.

But heroes are quite stealthy, aren’t they?

Was this even reality at this point? Or all just a figment of your imagination, protecting you from the true horrors before your very eyes.

Either answer wasnt one you wanted.

But you never had a choice.

Tears slipping from your eyes like they always seemed to do, you stared longingly off into the distance, the warmth pressed against your back pulling you further into your own bubbling madness.

All it took was a signal thought for this to all become normal.

For the pain to wash away with your tears.

‘Maybe this is ok.’

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winx, winter headcanons!

winx girls in winter - headcanons! boom, stella, flora, musa, tecna, layla/aisha

bloom

- would build snowmen or go dive in snow

- the easiest to warm up. ha. ha. yk because she’s.. fire user..

- SNOW. BALL. FIGHTS.

- she would annoy everyone to go out with her, but nobody would want to because they’re freezing their asses off while bloom uses her fire magic. :|

- sucker for christmas clothes

- she would wear even the ugliest sweaters because there’s a deer on it oof

- has too much boredom on winter holidays

- never knows what gifts she should buy for the others on christmas

- her christmas presents are pretty boring plain

- although she is very excited to spend a lot of time with her friends

stella

- the exact opposite of bloom, dear lordie

- has good ideas for gifts because she knows what cho wishing for

- loves sweaters and stuff like that

- but she hates when bloom is wearing those ugylass extraodinary sweaters

- HATES playing in the snow

- but if someone throws a snowball at her it’s war

- she loves taking pictures or posing in the snow tho

- and when it’s snowing she finds it also very aesthetic

- but that’s the only purpose of snow for her.

- oh and winter dates are quite cute as well, she thinks

- but she accepts to freeze if she doesn’t find a cute winter jacket

flora

- ceo of baking cookies

- she loves to decorate those ^^

- and to eat them afterwards ^^

- baking with friends >>>>> baking alone

- she also likes the way the christmas roses, snowdrops and all the other winter flowers begin to bloom

- winter has such a nice atmosphere to flora

- she loves the color scheme in that season the most among with spring, so she tends to go outside more

- loves decorating her and other rooms as well

- she wants to bake all the pastries oof

- but everyone is living for it because they’re yum

- is super hyped for that season to come

musa

- LOVES the music

- she is always learning to play christmas songs on her instruments because she loves them

- it always gives away cool vibes tho

- is down for baking. is down for shopping. is down for snowball fights. she enjoys the winter at all parts

- when it’s snowing she is ready to cry because it’s so cool

- snuggles up in three blankets and drinks hot choclate with her friends and calls it mental health pfft

- her whole playlist is ruined with christmas songs

- she knows them all

- her favorites are those modern songs by ariana grande or smth

- her heart beats in winter

tecna

- uses the coolness for an excuse to not go out (same tho)

- she stays in her room or inside THE WHOLE SEASON

- knows every christmas movie

- if someone wants to do something with her, her options are:

- either gaming,

- watching christmas movies and eating floras pastries

- or they should leave

- as soon as christmas arrives she gets sooo many new games

- it’s all she wished for tho

- and maybe stella gave her one or two new dresses because they reminded her of tecna

- tecna is super glad to have her friends tho

- and in that seasons it shows especially

layla/aisha (i go by layla)

- she loves to spend this wholesome, comforting, nice, funny, good time with her friends

- she just wants to lay down with them and do whatever they want to

- but at most she wants to game with tecna

- really, layla is sooo down for gaming

- like imagine them sitting wrapped up in blankets, gaming the whole time

- ah, good time to lay down. alexa, play driving home for christmas by chris rea

- eating floras pastries is great as well tho

- she really finds her inner peace in that season

- she wishes it could stay like this

- although the water is getting cooler and lakes are frozen

- if that fact were missing ^^ she would give winter a 10/10

#winx #winx club #winxclub #winx headcanons #winx girls #winx stella #winx flora #winx musa #winx tecna #winx bloom #winx layla #winx aisha

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7 Secrets <pt. 6>

GENRE: Soulmate!au BTS!

WARNINGS: maybe a bit of anxiety

WORD COUNT: 5446

I rewrote this part a few times, I wanted to get it just right. I hope you enjoy! Stuff is about to go down lol

**Song rec for this chapter: “So Will I” by Ben Platt

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Thursday begins with a bang.

More specifically, it begins with the sound of Ichika falling off of her bed from the upper floor, and me waking up at the sound and wondering for half a moment what I’ve got going on today.

Ignorance is bliss.

The house is oddly quiet, and I lay there for a lot longer than I thought I would be able to. I eye my shopping bag at the foot of my bed, eager to get ready. Like Himari said last night: we’re going to look good today.

It isn’t until a light knock sounds at my door that I realize I’ve been dozing off again. Ichika peeks inside, her face lighting up in a grin when she sees my bedhead.

“Good morning,” she chimes before padding over and flinging herself onto my bed. We lay there for a long while, quietly chatting about the day and how we’re going to get ready and style our hair.

Next comes Aera, her bedhead even more impressive than mine. She doesn’t say a word, simply sliding in under the covers.

Minsuh and Seohyun appear later on. My bed isn’t nearly big enough to accommodate us all but I don’t mention it, opting to bask in the lazy morning that feels like the calm before the storm.

It’s nearly noon by the time Himari and Kyung-soon show up, the two of them cracking up at the scene.

“Wait, let me grab my phone!” Himari runs to get her phone and snaps a photo of the five of us buried on my bed.

“Alright,” Kyung-soon sighs, a light in her eyes that I haven’t seen there before. “Let’s eat. We can’t be hangry when we meet our soulmates.”

It’s like she said the magic word, because soon enough my room is empty with only Himari left behind.

“Wow, they only wanted me for my bed. How rude,” I joke, earning a light laugh. “Are you ready for today?”

Himari smirks at me. “You know, I’ve had three years to prepare but somehow this morning I woke up feeling just as unprepared and giddy as I did three years ago. Isn’t that strange?”

She slings her arm around me and we make our way downstairs to the chaotic kitchen. “No, I get what you mean. I feel really chill right now, but it’s like I can feel the storm coming.” A couple of the other girls hear my comment and are quick to agree.

Seohyun lets out a shaky breath, the girl showing the first signs of nervousness. She says something that surprises me a bit, seeing how she’s always been the most vocal about her soulmate. “Well, I guess that no matter what happens today, everything will be alright. At the end of the day, we’ll still have each other.” She smiles at us as she takes a bite of her toast. “That’s more than enough for me.”

“Aw, so sentimental, Seohyunie.” Aera coos.

“Yeah, you’re not allowed to get us all emotional this early in the day.” Ichika says.

“It’s literally already the afternoon,” Seohyun fires back, her cheeks red.

“Well, bicker all you want, but I’m going to go get ready!” Minsuh has already devoured her breakfast, the excitement prominent on her face. I’m glad to see that her worries from the other night have subsided.

“Minsuh!” Himari shouts after the fleeing girl.

“Yeah?”

“I’ll pay for your meals for a month if you wear your pajamas to meet Jungkook!”

“Not a chance!”

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5 pm has come all too soon.

I fidget in my room as I take one last look in the full-length mirror. My hair falls around me in long curls; the time it took to perfect them definitely paid off. There’s a bit of rain falling, so I don my new trenchcoat in preparation for the cooler weather.

I smile at my reflection, amazed at the power a beautiful (but cozy) outfit has on my mood. My reflection portrays a young woman who looks like she’s ready to take on the world.

I only hope that confidence doesn’t abandon me.

It’s currently 4:45, the van should be here in 15 minutes. I take the moment of peace to close the door to my room and settle down on my bed, hesitating before picking a song to listen to.

I pluck up the courage and click on the song. “Forever Rain” from Namjoon’s playlist “Mono” plays, the light pitter patter of the rain from outside creating a surreal atmosphere.

Closing my eyes, I allow the song to wrap around me. Namjoon’s soothing voice both calms me and makes my heart race as I wonder for the fiftieth time today what he’s doing right now.

As the song comes to a close, I open my eyes and take a deep breath.

“I can do this.”

With the final boost of courage, I double check that I have everything I’ll need (which is really just myself, purse, and phone) and head downstairs. Kyung-soon is already down there, standing by the window in the living room as she cranes her neck to see if the van is coming. She looks beautiful, the simple sweater and jeans only bringing more attention to her delicate features. Her long black hair is lightly curled, and her berry-colored lips turn up in a nervous smile when I enter the room.

“You look amazing,” she says. “Seriously.”

“You do too, Soon-ah. Absolutely stunning. I’m glad that I’m not the only one who went with a more casual outfit. We’ll have to stick together.” I wink at her, and she laughs before turning back around to look out at the street.

Himari enters the room, the queen of casual style that she somehow manages to pull off like she’s at the red carpet. She carries a jacket in hand, prepared for the rainfall.

“Hey,” she greets me. “Looking good.”

“Right back at ya.” Himari stands beside me, resting her head on my shoulder. She’s unusually touchy today, no doubt due to the nerves. I don’t mind the extra contact, it helps to soothe my own nerves.

“Are the vans here yet?” Seohyun lights up the room in her yellow skirt, another queen of casual style. “Wow, you were right Himari. We do look amazing today.”

“We do, don’t we? No, no vans. They should be here any minute. Do you have everything?”

“Yeah, ready to go. I’ll go check that the others are ready.”

Soon enough Seohyun returns with Minsuh, Aera, and Ichika. All three look amazing, Aera’s professional background in design and fashion showing through as she is definitely the most well-dressed out of all of us. Minsuh looks adorable, her jean skirt making her look more youthful than me. Ichika reminds me of Taehyung, her layered top bringing out the artsy vibe she always has.

“Oh, oh!” Kyung-soon looks like it’s Christmas morning. “I think that’s the van, coming down the street!”

We all rush over to the window, honing in on the large black van that makes its way down to the apartment. It comes to a stop outside, and a man in a black suit and earpiece steps out.

“Wow, I feel like we just became famous,” Minsuh whispers.

“Alright, does everybody have everything?” I pipe up. The last thing we need is to forget something important. Everybody double checks, and by some miracle we’re ready. Just in time. A knock sounds on our door.

“You get it, Beth.” Himari nudges me.

“How did I know you’d say that?” I open the door, the bodyguard waiting for me outside with his umbrella up and ready to shield us from the rain.

“Hello everybody, Bang PD sent me. Are you ready to go?” I nod, my stomach doing flips. “Alright. I’ll escort you to the car, go ahead and step under my umbrella.” With my head in the clouds I step out, remembering at the last second to tell the other girls to lock the door behind them. I double check my purse, making sure I have the house key.

Before I know it all seven of us are packed into the van, and we’re off. Ichika sits on my left, holding my hand so tightly I think I’ll lose feeling in it before long. On my right is Kyung-soon, her arm looped through mine.

Our chauffeur is kind enough to play some music so we don’t drown in the heavy silence. None of us say much, each too lost in their own world to focus on a conversation. With each passing block my heart pounds faster and faster, and I fight against the tears that are pricking my eyes. I don’t want to cry. I can’t cry yet, but my inner whirlpool of emotions threatens to take over.

It’s already been a long day. And now, we’re just getting started.

What only feels like five minutes turns out to be thirty, because we’re suddenly pulling up to the BigHit building.

I manage to croak something out before we come to a complete stop, speaking for the first time the entire drive. “I’ll hold your purse while you go run laps, Kyung-soon.”

We laugh a bit, easing the tension. “How kind of you.” We begin to pile out of the van, and we’re escorted to a side door by the kind bodyguard. In a blur of movement we’re inside the building and led to an elevator. It’s only when we’re passing the fourth floor that I even realize that Ichika is still holding my hand.

“You alright?” I whisper to her, even though everyone can hear me in the small space of the elevator.

She looks at me, her eyes wide with anticipation and the anxiety that comes with it. “What was the code word for if we think we’re going to pass out?”

Aera’s voice pipes us from behind us, I can hear the grin in her voice. “It’s ‘holy cow’, isn’t it Beth?”

I can’t help but laugh, the ridiculousness of the entire situation making everything funnier. “Yeah, that’s it.”

Ichika squeezes my hand again. “Well, holy cow Beth. Holy cow is pretty much the only thing I’m thinking right now.”

“Are you telling me that you’re not even thinking about Taehyung?” I raise my eyebrows at her, the teasing making me feel better. Less likely to throw up, at least.

“Oh, shut up.” Ichika rolls her eyes, but the nerves seem to lessen a bit at the banter.

The doors slide open and the bodyguard ushers us out. “Alright, right there is Mr. Bang’s office. He should be inside waiting for you.” He points out a door just down the hall.

I make my way to the door on shaking legs, unsure of what to expect. Surely the boys aren’t inside the office, right? No, it’s way too small to fit all of us in there at the same time. That would just be cruel.

A quick glance over my shoulder shows everybody else trailing behind me. Himari gives me a thumbs up, prompting me onward. I level with a look that says ‘why must I do everything’ before I knock on the door.

A few seconds pass and then the door is swinging inward and Mr. Bang’s smiling face greets me.

“Well hello! I’ve been waiting for you all!” His eyes sweep over us, doing a mental count. “I’m glad you could make it. Come inside.”

The inside of Mr. Bang’s office is filled with photos, awards, and a leather couch with a few chairs. I all but collapse into one of the chairs while everybody else chooses their seats. Nobody speaks, but I notice them looking to me, Mr. Bang included. Clearly he’s waiting for my usual sarcastic remark.

“Well, here we are.” I say, struggling to even think straight enough to come up with a decent comment. “What’s on the agenda for today?”

Mr. Bang leans back in his chair, observing us. “Let’s get right down to it. There’s a lot we need to go over today, some can be done now with just the seven of you, the rest will have to be done with the boys.” My heart skips a beat at the mention of our soulmates. For some reason I’m surprised that we are actually going to meet them today. Maybe part of me simply expected a meeting with Mr. Bang. At least I didn’t buy a new outfit for nothing, right?

“Ok,” I nod slowly as though to clear the fog in my head. Right now I’ve got tunnel vision and I know I won’t be able to retain much information. “That’s fine. What do we need to know?”

“First off, are you all doing alright? Breathe. I can tell you that the boys are just as nervous as you are, so just breathe and try to relax. Today is meant to be enjoyed, and I promise that my staff and I have tried to make this day as calm and normal as can be.”

I almost laugh, wondering what part of normal includes a bodyguard and meeting the most famous band on the planet. I guess we’re playing by Bang PD’s rules now, though.

“The boys are nervous?” Minsuh pipes up, sheepishly looking down at her shoes.

Mr. Bang chuckles, nodding his head. “Extremely. I nearly had to give Jungkook a paper bag earlier because he was so close to hyperventilating.”

This merits a laugh and a sigh of relief from everyone, especially Minsuh as she blushes thinking about her soulmate.

“Anyways, I’ll try to get through this so you can meet the boys.” He now has everyone’s full attention. “I first wanted to thank you all for being so patient over the past three years. I know this hasn’t been easy, and you’ve had to sacrifice a lot of things. You’ve handled yourselves with grace and dignity. Even without the soulmate tests confirming your bonds with the boys, I would have been sure that you are meant to be simply by observing you over the years. I cannot thank you enough.”

He smiles at us, an adoring look in his eyes.

“Thank you,” Kyung-soon mutters.

“Now we’ve finally made it. It’s been a long journey, and this may seem sudden, but I believe that the timing is right. Today there will be a couple of doctors on hand who specialize in soulmate bonding, as these first meetings can be draining on both your emotions and energy. Don’t be afraid to ask for a breather if all of this is too overwhelming. There is no shame in that.”

My stomach turns to rocks hearing that. I’m reminded of my conversation just a couple of days ago with Aera. If meeting my soul sisters, who I’m not directly bonded to was so intense, what will this be like? Namjoon is only one person, whereas I have six soul sisters.

I voice my thoughts aloud. “I understand that this will be more...intense than it was meeting the girls. Will it really be that bad?”

Bang PD smiles at my question. “That bad or that good?” A blush creeps up my cheeks. “It will definitely be much more intense than your first meeting with the girls. Direct bonds are powerful. There is also the fact that you will be indirectly bonded with the other boys, like you were with the girls. Not quite as intense as the soul sister bond, but similar to it since they are your soulmate’s soul brothers.”

I exchange looks with Himari. This is news to us. It makes sense, and I’m happy about the fact that I’ll be gaining a lot of new friends today.

“Due to the fact you’ll be going through various levels of bonding today, we have taken precautions. You each will first meet your soulmates privately, and given sufficient time to bond and recover.” My stomach grows more and more uncertain as Mr. Bang explains the process. “After that, each individual couple will meet a different couple one at a time until you’ve all finished meeting. Like I said, doctors will be there to support you and we encourage you to take a break if you’re too exhausted. However, I’ve been told by the specialists that your soulmate will be the best support to you. So don’t be afraid to rely on each other. Understood?”

Mr. Bang smiles as us like he’s suggesting a place to grab lunch, not explaining the details of soulmate bonding. I give him a weak smile in return, a couple of the others grunting in acknowledgement.

“Wonderful.” Mr. Bang stands up from his seat, the simple action making my heart begin to pound again as I know that can only mean one thing. “Let’s get to it. I hope you don’t mind, but I discussed this with the boys earlier and asked them what order they would like to go in. Surprise, surprise: they’re going in order of age. That means that Jin and his soulmate will go first.”

I turn to look at Kyung-soon, who looks deathly pale. I wonder if the first thing she’ll say to Jin is a string of curse words for making her go first. Better first than last. Poor Minsuh will have to wait a long time for her turn, only making the nerves worse.

“Well, shall we?” Kyung-soon has gotten a hold of herself again, rising from the couch and smoothing out her sweater. “I’ve got to give my soulmate a piece of my mind for making me go first.”

Bang PD bursts out into laughter, having never seen the feistier side of the normally docile Kyung-soon. “Oh, I have a feeling the two of you will get along great.”

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I feel like I’m at the waiting room in the doctor’s office. Kyung-soon just entered a room at the end of the hallway, waving at us as her eyes lit up with that same light I noticed earlier today. I can only pray that I’ll be just as good at masking my nerves.

Seohyun paces in front of where we sit, awaiting her turn. We were told that we would each be given about 5 minutes of initial bonding before they would clear the room for the next pair. Apparently after the first five minutes the intensity starts to wear off, and then each couple is escorted to a recovery room on the same floor somewhere.

My blood is humming in my veins and I can practically feel Namjoon, wherever he is. Probably just on the other side of this floor. I fidget in my seat, desperate to just get it over with but dreading it at the same time. In my head “Forever Rain” is echoing, and I can’t tell if that’s helping or not.

5 minutes pass. Seohyun is waved over by a friendly looking doctor who pokes her head out the door.

“You’re Min Yoongi’s soulmate?” The doctor asks, her smile unwavering as Seohyun prances down the hall.

“I am, yes.” She waves at us. “See you on the other side!” I can hear the shaking in her voice, but she looks excited. We wave back, calling out words of encouragement.

Himari stands up, stretching. “Do I look alright?” She’s up next. Just a few more minutes before she disappears through that door.

I nod. “You look perfect. How are you feeling?”

“Like I could run a mile in 3 minutes flat but also like I might throw up at any second. You?”

“Pretty much the same. Not sure I could do 3 minutes though, maybe 4.”

Himari laughs, fiddling with her shirt and making sure it’s tucked in correctly. I stand up, helping her in the back where she can’t see.

“Everything will be perfect,” I reassure her, hoping that my smile looks the part. She sighs, wrapping me up in a hug. I’ve received a lot of those since I landed in Seoul.

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

Suddenly it’s been five minutes, although I have a sneaking suspicion it’s been less. Leave it to Seohyun to bond quicker and more efficiently than anyone else.

“Gotta go,” Himari salutes us as she makes her way to the door where the same doctor awaits her. I hear her voice as she confirms that she’s Jung Hoseok’s soulmate, but it sounds distant and quiet as the din in my head turns up to full volume.

5 minutes.

I remain where I was before, staring at the wall as I sway from one side to another. It’s so loud in my head, “Forever Rain” is on repeat and I swear my heart is trying to break out of my chest.

“...ok?”

I blink, looking at Aera who has concern written all over her face.

“Did you say something to me?”

“I just asked if you were going to be ok.”

I swallow heavily. “Y-yeah,” I manage to get out. “I’ll be fine. Just freaking out a little bit.”

“Ok,” Aera doesn’t look convinced.

“Do I look alright?” I fidget with my necklace.

“Bethany,” Aera’s voice cuts through all the noise in my head. “You are absolutely gorgeous. You’re also the most courageous, capable person I know. You can do this.”

I can do this. I think of Namjoon, so close by. We can do this.

“Bethany?” The door at the end of the hallway opens up, the doctor peeking outside.

I look back at Aera, and she offers me a thumbs up. Minsuh and Ichika smile up at me, words of encouragement spilling from their lips.

“That’s me.”

“Kim Namjoon is your soulmate, correct?” The doctor’s kind eyes are assessing me as I walk over on surprisingly steady legs.

“Yes,” I nod. My eyes focus on the doctor’s name tag as she gently ushers me inside the room. It says her name is Dr. Kim, which must be a good sign, right?

“Ok, Bethany. How are you feeling?”

I nod, the nervousness must be written all over my face so I don’t try to hide it. “I’m fine, I think. Just a little nervous.

Dr. Kim smiles at me. “That’s completely normal. If you need anything, I’ll be right here.”

I’m about to thank her when another voice interrupts my thoughts.

“Oh,” it comes out as a gasp, and my head feels like it’s swimming through concrete as I turn to look who it is. Even though I already know. I’ve heard that voice countless times.

Kim Namjoon is already looking at me by the time I drag my eyes to his face. I hardly register Dr. Kim’s nudge as I start moving forward, a male doctor on the other side of the room watching us intently.

Namjoon looks how I feel- struck by lightning. His eyes are alight with something akin to adoration and curiosity, and I can feel my heart skip a beat as I realize that look is for me.

He takes longer strides than me, but he stops just a step away from me. I take a moment to take in his appearance. The denim jeans he’s wearing nearly steal all of my attention before I manage to look up at his shirt, a simple white button down.

Perfect is the only word I can think of as I finally look back up at him. Once again, his eyes are already on mine and I jump at little at the sudden eye contact. His mouth opens, another little gasp leaving it.

His cheeks are flushed when he finally speaks.

“I-can I…” He stops, eyes drifting to his feet before looking back up at me again. “Can I just hug you?”

I nearly sob at his sweet question, and I silently step forward to press myself into my soulmate’s chest. He reacts immediately, his arms wrapping around me like a starving man. And it’s there, as my head nestles into his neck, that I feel the bond.

Namjoon holds me steady as what I imagine what lightning feels like courses through my body. With it comes a flurry of emotions, each one passing so quickly that I hardly have enough time to identify it before another comes. A pang of sadness hits me, and I can tell Namjoon feels it too because his already impossibly tight grip grows tighter. He rests his cheek on my head, and I nearly melt at the touch. With it the sadness fades, a calming balm coursing through us. Love, joy so tangible I nearly reach out to touch it, giddiness and trust wrap themselves around us.

By the time everything subsides, a single thread of the bond hangs invisible between us that I can almost tug it. I feel like I’m coming up for air after being submerged in water for too long.

We separate as a final shock hits us, both of us panting even as we wince at the loss of contact.

Dr. Kim and the male doctor make their way over to us, Dr. Kim attaching a blood pressure cuff to my arm before I even realize what’s going on. I notice the other doctor doing the same to Namjoon.

Namjoon sneaks a glance over at me, his cheeks still a deep red. My mind is still spinning and trying to understand what just happened. And the fact that I’m literally 5 feet away from my soulmate.

“Are you ok?” I flush as Namjoon asks me the question, Dr. Kim grinning up at me knowingly.

I nod. “Y-yeah. I think so. Are you?”

“Feeling great,” he responds even as he glares down at his blood pressure cuff. My eyes trail down to it too, before I decide against it as his bicep tends to make my giddiness grow. “I’m Namjoon, by the way.” He gives a sheepish grin, his dimple just showing up.

I return it, and his eyes drift down to my mouth. “I’m Bethany.” I chew on my lip for a second, my blush only growing stronger as I watch Namjoon force his eyes away from my mouth and red color his cheeks. Good to know I’m not the only one struggling. “You can call me Beth, though.”

Before we can continue our small talk, the cuffs are released. “Ok you two, feeling alright?” The male doctor asks us. We both nod. “Great. I know it’s intense and you might be feeling a little weak, but don’t be afraid to rely on each other. Namjoon, go ahead and hold Bethany’s hand while we take you to the recovery room. It will help to steady you both.”

Namjoon looks at me hesitantly, clearly embarrassed, but he slowly extends his hand out to me. So slowly that it looks like he’s trying to not scare away a skittish animal.

His hand engulfs my own, and the doctor was right. I feel much better already, more steady. Namjoon gives my hand a squeeze, looking down at me. I nearly swoon, a giggle escaping me at the situation.

“What are you laughing about?”

Hearing him speaking to me only makes me laugh again. “I just can’t believe how freaked out I was before.”

“Oh, me too.” My surprise must be evident at his confession. Was he really nervous too? “I don’t think I’ve slept for the past three days.”

We’re led out of the room to another room with a couch and some water and snacks. Just before the doctor leaves I remember to ask him something.

“Excuse me?” Namjoon grins at my politeness, not releasing my hand as he grabs water and offers it to me.

“Yes?”

“How long did we take?”

The doctor smiles. Everybody is smiling, me included. How could I not?

“Do you have a bet going on with the others or something? I hate to break it to you, but you guys are dead last. The bonding lasted six minutes.” My eyes widen. It certainly didn’t feel that long.

“How long did Seohyun take? She’s with Min Yoongi.”

“Oh, yeah, how long did they take? They were fast.” Namjoon mumbles by my side.

The doctor chuckles at us. “They only took 2 minutes and 42 seconds.” With that he leaves us alone in the room.

“Wow,” I whisper, sipping on my water. Namjoon still holds my hand, his fingers interlocked with mine. I try and fail to not let the small point of contact take over my senses. “I should have known Seohyun would be quick. She was by far the most prepared out of all of us.”

“And you were the least prepared.”

It isn’t a question, and I glare at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?!”

Namjoon laughs as I yank my hand from his, feigning offense. I collapse on the couch and he follows after me.

“I watched the docufilm,” Namjoon explains, sitting on the opposite end of the couch. I groan, hiding behind my hands.

“Like, all of it? Everything over the past three years?”

He chuckles, growing more comfortable by the second. “Yep. Everything.” His dimple reappears and I admire him from behind my hands. “I’m just glad you didn’t go to Antarctica.”

I laugh, pointing at him accusingly. “So you were watching the Facetime a couple of nights ago!” Namjoon has the decency to look flustered. “How dare you?”

“We-I just-” he stutters, “Can you blame me?”

I assess him from where he sits a respectable distance away. I still hardly even know the man, but I already know I could never harbor a grudge. Not that he needs to know that right now. I get up, heading over to the snack table again before deciding on a bag of chips. Now I’m starving, after hardly being able to eat over the past couple of days. Namjoon sits in silence, awaiting my response. I almost laugh again at the whole situation, until I realize that we are very much alone in this room. I shake off the tension I feel, taking a deep breath to calm down.

“I was freaking out the entire call,” I admit, settling back down on the couch. “I kept thinking I could hear people in the background, but I thought that I must be going crazy. So I definitely blame you.” I open the bag, offering some to Namjoon. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his smile. “Now tell me. What was your favorite part of the docufilm?”

Namjoon ponders for a second, the red coming back to his cheeks. I wonder what he’s thinking. He finally settles on something, his face going serious as he looks back at me. I find it hard to breathe beneath his gaze.

“My favorite episode,” I had no idea they broke the film up into episodes, “was when you got lost at the night market.”

He doesn’t crack his serious expression, and I get up and move as far away from him as possible, settling for a chair on the far side of the room. If he’s seen all the episodes, he must know how much the others make fun of me for that night. Evil man, I think even as I fight the grin on my face.

Nearly thirty minutes later Dr. Kim knocks on the door before entering, finding Namjoon mid-sentence about how I obviously tried to hide my face from the cameras most of the time and how the boys would make fun of him because of it.

We look up at her from the couch to see her looking pleased. (Namjoon dragged me back to sit by him about fifteen minutes ago when I was accusing him of making me wait for three years, the bold action making him obviously embarrassed. His excuse was that he felt like he had to yell at me from across the room, but I think there might have been more to it.)

“Looks like you two are doing well.” Dr. Kim observes, jotting something down on her clipboard. “Ready to meet the others?” I jump up from the couch, Namjoon observing me with an amused look in his eyes. It’s not everyday I get to meet all of BTS in one day.

“Let’s go!” It’s my turn to drag Namjoon, tugging him out the door. When we leave the room I go to remove my hand from his, the intensity of the bond having faded and my awkwardness has returned full-force. He doesn’t let me, though. Instead he intertwines his fingers through mine, refusing to look at me when I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised.

Following the sound of several voices from up ahead, my soulmate and I go to meet the rest of BTS.

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spellbound-banshee · 4 years

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The Afterparty - Tom Holland

Summary: You’re one of Harrison’s best friends from his childhood, and you finally decide to go to one of his small parties. There, you meet his friends...

Warnings: literally just fluff haha

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

You were one of Harrison’s best friends, the mystery girl that he always talked about but rarely had over. Being another actress, you were always moving around, trying to find jobs and get a steady job. You’d known Harrison since middle school, but you had to move away once you got to high school, never giving you the opportunity to meet his current best friend, Tom. But that would change tonight.

For the first time in a while, you actually accepted an invite to hang out with Harrison - it was never because you didn’t want to, it was just because you were always so busy. And it felt nice to keep in contact with him, even after all these years and many years apart.

H: hey, what time you heading over? Y/N: leaving now, darling H: seeya in a bit x

You smiled brightly and placed your phone down, brushing the last bundle of knots from your hair as you gazed at yourself in the mirror. Harrison didn’t tell you if it was an actual party or just a hang out with a couple of people, but either way you wanted to make an impression. When you arrived to a quaint house - apparently Tom’s - you could feel the nervous excitement bubbling in your veins. You’d seen Harrison in pictures of course, and you obviously knew who Tom was, but it felt like 50 years since you’d seen Harrison in person, and meeting new people made you especially nervous. Especially if that new person was Tom fucking Holland.

“(Y/n)!” Harrison’s surprised voice greeted you as he opened the door, taking a moment to take in your appearance.

“Haz!” You replied, wrapping him in a big hug, one he quickly and gladly returned, swaying you back and forth slightly. “So good to see you finally!” You beamed, pulling away and also taking in his appearance - taller than you remember, and much more... model-y looking.

“You too, missed you.” He smiled down at your smiling face, “you look absolutely beautiful, just as stunning as I remember.” You beamed at that, nodding your head and accepting such a gracious compliment.

“You don’t look so shabby yourself.” You smiled, and he shoved you to the side, rolling his eyes but wrapping his arm around you to urge you inside.

“Come in, come in. Welcome to Tom’s place.” The uneven weight shifted onto you made you giggle hysterically as he practically dragged you inside - it felt like home, just like old times. Your smile widened as you remembered the fond memories you had with your best friend, but it stopped for a moment when you saw who was inside.

Wow, he’s even better looking in person.

Though you tried to stay cool, you felt your heart skip a beat when you saw Tom on his couch, who immediately stood up once he made eye contact with you. “Oh! Hey, (Y/n), right?” He began to walk over and Harrison dropped his arm from your shoulder, shoving you playfully with his pointer finger. You shot him a playful glare and rubbed your arm, pushing him away with a bigger amount of force.

“Yeah, hi! Tom, right?” You replied, taking his hand which he stuck out to shake, and despite the professional gesture it felt strangely informal. “It’s nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much and obviously... seen so much.” You gestured towards the TV as if it was playing one of his movies, which would actually be comforting in the moment.

He chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his neck and dropping his hand. “Yeah I’ve heard a lot about you to.” He nodded his head, quickly spinning around and outstretching his arms. “Uh... this is my brother Harry.” Harry looked up and shot out a peace sign, giving you a bright smile but comfortably glued to his spot in the couch.

“Hey.” You nodded back to him, smiling at the hand gesture. “Your place is so nice.” You said, looking around as if it was a museum, taking in the sort of old-fashioned English aesthetic of the living room.

“Oh, thanks. Do you... want a tour?” He asked, pointing around his shoulder as if the rest of the house would be revealed. You took a second to look at Harrison, who was watching the two of you intently with a big, teasing grin on his face. He nodded his head (as if you needed his permission) and gestured for the both of you to go on, and you gladly accepted the offer.

As nighttime rolled around, a few more people had come over, a few mutual friends of all three boys staying at the house. Naturally, you felt a bit out of place, but you and Tom had really begun to hit it off, talking up a storm. He mostly felt bad and wanted to keep you company since you only really knew Harrison, but you were starting to grow on him. Not that he didn’t think you would, any friend of Harrison’s would surely be a friend of Tom’s.

He loved that you didn’t only want to talk about him and Spider-Man, of course you asked a few questions about it but he admired how you wanted to get to know him. Not Tom Holland, who nearly every girl found attractive and fantasized about, but just Tom, Harrison’s friend. You were also beautiful, god you really threw him for a loop. And you seemed like a powerful energy, you knew what you were talking about and weren’t easily intimidated, he loved it.

“Is anybody gonna dance or like...?” He heard your voice, snapping him out of his dream-state, realizing he was literally thinking about a girl he just met - and staring. He didn’t want to seem like a dick or freak you out, as if all you were to him was a pretty face. Of course, you were a pretty face, and he’d only known you for a couple of hours, but he felt if a strongly and he hoped you did too.

“I mean... there’s only a handful of people here so... I guess not.” He laughed nervously, running his hand through his hair, unable to make eye contact. Now he really felt like Peter Parker - speechless in front of the pretty, confident girl.

“Wanna dance?” You asked, putting your nearly finished beer on the counter and giving him a bright smile. You could tell he was about to protest, but you interrupted him before he got the chance. “Oh come on, Holland. Harrison tells me you’ve got moves! I’ve seen the lipsync battle.”

Tom audibly groaned at this, dragging a hand down his tired face. “No, don’t bring up the lipsync battle, please.” He practically begged, but you just smiled and shoved him playfully, nearly knocking his elbow off the counter.

“Come on! Fuck everybody else let’s just vibe!” How could he say no to someone so beautiful as you. He rolled his eyes, taking a large drink of his beer before sighing submissively, allowing you to drag him somewhere close to the speaker. “The song is kinda slow.” You shrugged, unable to find some sort of beat to dance to, and Tom felt his heart sort of skip a beat as your non-chalantness. “We’ll make the most of it.” You smiled, placing your hands on his shoulders, a silent ask for consent to wrap your arms around his neck.

Tom was frozen, but he felt his body nod, allowing your arms to find a home around the back his neck. Your other hand grabbed one of his hands and placed it on your waist, and though he flinched back a bit he tried not to put it anywhere you would find offensive or suggestive. You just shook your head and giggled at the sheer closeness and awkwardness of it, but you weren’t complaining, it felt nice to have someone in such close proximity.

“Relax, Tom. We don’t have to leave room for Jesus it’s okay.” Tom burst out laughing at your comment, and you instantly felt the atmosphere lighten as he brought his head back down to see you.

“Sorry, pretty girls make me nervous.” He teased with the same amused smile on his face, and you laughed at his compliment, tapping his shoulder twice.

“Charming.” You teased, and he just chuckled, finding a rhythm with the song that seemed too fast for an occasion like this but too slow to jump around to. Neither of you were complaining though, especially not Tom.

At some point both of you just closed your eyes, feeling the moment and not caring about anyone surrounding you. It was just you, him and the music shaking your bones with each subtle bass hit. Somehow, you both opened them at the same time, and made a strange sort of eye contact that knocked the wind out of both of your lungs. But you thought you were crazy, Tom Holland being attracted to a girl he just met, in your dreams - literally.

You pulled away flustered, and Tom quickly worried he’d done something wrong to ruin the moment. But you just shook your head and said, “I’m going to go get some more beer from the cooler, do you want anything?” Tom seemed surprised by your reaction to him, pulling away with a small blush on your cheeks, just like his probably had.

“Uh... no, no thanks. I’ll uh... I’ll be here.” He said, casually leaning against the fridge and running a hand through his hair. You nodded awkwardly and began to walk away, mentally face-palming as you opened the screen door to the porch. Harrison was out there and seemingly preoccupied with a girl, but he saw you come out, looking distressed and confused. He instantly thought the worst, and put his conversation on pause with an apology, walking over to you.

“Hey, (Y/n), you alright?” You saw your concerned friends face and quickly tried to ease his mind.

“Yeah Haz, I’m okay. I just...” You shook your head, reaching down into the cooler to grab yourself another beer. “I think I just made things awkward with Tom like... we were just dancing and I got... flustered.” Harrison just started laughing, letting it go on a big sigh that just oozed teasing. “What?” You asked, genuinely confused.

“Dude, you didn’t ruin anything. Tom’s literally been ogling at and about you since you walked through his front door.” You froze, really? You shouldn’t see him as a higher up, but Tom Holland... checked you out? Possibly more? “He’s been flustered this whole time, he’s definitely geeking out for you right now.” You blushed, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear and giving a nervous chuckle. “Aw, you’re blushing like a rose.”

“Shut up, dickhead.” You punched his shoulder, and he dramatically mouthed ‘ow’ and stepped away. “I think you’re lying.”

“And I think I know Tom way better than you. And he... definitely likes you.”

“Hey.” You greeted as you walked up to Tom again, who’d been on the couch nervously looking at his phone since you left.

His face lit up as you sat down with two beers in your hands, “hey,” he replied, turning his phone off and hiding it under his thigh.

“I got you a beer anyway, they were running low so I figured... might as well.”

“Oh sweet, thank you.” He smiled as you placed both beers on the table in front of the couch, no real intention of drinking them in the moment. It just seemed like a conversation starter. “Sorry about earlier if I made you... uncomfortable or anything it wasn’t my intention.”

“Oh, god no. You didn’t make me uncomfortable I just got... a little flustered is all.” You felt tension leave Tom’s body as he heard your words, nodding as they began to sink in.

And you sat in comfortable silence for a while, shoulder to shoulder, practically daring each other to rest your heads against them. “Hey uh... thanks for keeping me company this whole night. I’m sure there are other... more interesting people you could’ve interacted with tonight but... thank you.”

“More interesting?” He seemed shocked, looking down at you, “I think tonight I’ve discovered you’re more interesting than most of the people here. So, it was truly my pleasure. You’re so easy to talk to.” You smiled, blushing and putting your face in your hands, feeling like you were in middle school all over again. How could someone you just met already be giving you an entire zoo of butterflies in your stomach?

“I try.” You replied, shrugging your shoulders, and you felt a light pressure on your upper back, which was now exposed since you were leaning over.

“You don’t have to.” He smiled when you took your head out of your hands to look at him, and you swear he stared at you like you were the only woman in the world. Damn.

“Would you mind if I kissed you?” The words just came out before you could stop them, and based on Tom’s surprised reaction, he wasn’t expecting them either. You were about to pull away and apologize, then go out to curse Harrison on his false predictions, but then...

“Mind? Hell, I’ve been working up the courage to ask you that all fuckin’ night.” Tom replied, rubbing the back of his neck and only liking you more due to the forwardness. You laughed happily, finally relaxing as you dopily shook your head, feeling a weight of awkward tension being lifted from your shoulders.

With a smile, you began to move closer to him and leaned in, putting a hand on his face to assure he was still there and he wasn’t going to pull away. When you stopped at his lips, he just smiled and closed the gap between you, his hand travelling to your lower back to also reassure himself you weren’t going anywhere.

When your lips touched, he felt the fireworks, that’s for sure. He didn’t think he could have a such strong connection with someone he’d met only a few hours, but he felt it. Tom felt it in his heart fluttering, in the way adrenaline coursed through his veins when you opened your mouth slightly, giving him silent permission. He gladly took it, and slipped his tongue into your mouth, the fading of mint gum and cheap beer entering his nervous system.

You felt the fireworks, everywhere. Once the kiss got more heated, you found yourself losing control of your instincts, every atom in your body pulling you towards him. Your hand travelled to his hair, scratching your nails up the nape of his neck, and although you couldn’t hear the probably glorious groan slip from his mouth, you could feel the vibrations on your lips. You weren’t sure if you were dreaming it, or if it was the music, you didn’t care, you had him in your grasp.

“Fuck.” He articulated as he pulled back a bit, but he didn’t want to lose the connection so he kept your foreheads pressed together. “Stay.” He practically pleaded, trying to catch your breath and suffocating on each other’s air.

All you could do was nod your head against his, leaving a kiss or two on his cheekbones and on his jawline, unable to resist the temptation. He just smiled at the way your lips seemed to tickle his skin, still holding you close as the world blurred around him. “Holy shit.” He heard you say, and with a mutual breathy chuckle you both pulled away.

Suddenly the confidence left the both of you, and you sat there in brief silence anxiously waiting for the other to say something, anything. “Do you maybe want to get a drink some time?” You smiled and returned the eye contact with him.

“I’ll have to think about it.” You teased, ruffling his hair a bit as a shocked expression filled his face. “Of course I will, idiot.” He just smiled, hand still on your back as he began to circle tiny patterns over your shirt.

“Will you stay tonight?” You widened your eyes at the sudden question, but he quickly drew back, stuttering, trying to find his words. “Oh god I didn’t mean like- I don’t want you to get the wrong idea I just meant- I don’t know... where you’re staying and I-” He was cut off by your hysterical laughter, and he breathed out a sigh of relief. “You know if you keep up with the sarcasm you’re going to give me a heart attack.”

“Of course I’ll stay, and don’t worry, I won’t get the wrong idea.” He just nodded and put his arm around you, coaxing you to lean on his shoulder and you gladly took the opportunity. However, before you could, you heard a loud banging coming from the outside against the glass door.

You both whipped your heads around, only to see Harrison giving you both a thumbs up and cheering like an idiot. As you both looked back at each other to make eye contact, you both burst out laughing, shaking your heads.

“Dickhead.” The two of you shared the same insult.

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stranger-who-writes-fiction · 3 years

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Aaaanyways, I wanna put on my comic-art-nerd hat and talk about panel-to-panel action in that Supergirl: Woman of Tomorrow preview because yes, I have been staring at it for days, and yes, I will continue to do so until it is released next month! XD

LET’S GO:

I apologize in advance for the funky formatting, there’s an art to tumblr text posts and I...have not mastered it. XD

It’ll go image, then analysis.

Also, just to be clear: I’m not doing this so much to be like, ‘WOW THIS IS GROUNDBREAKING, STUNNING, NEVER-BEEN-DONE!’ In fact, many comics do the things I’m gonna highlight/geek out over! Rather, it’s more about, like. Appreciating the construction of the pages, panels, etc.

Okay, so! Page 1, the SPLASH PAGE

Okay, so, admittedly, I don’t have a ton to say about this opening image, largely because it is one single illustration as opposed to a series of panels. But even then! It quickly establishes that we’re not on earth--the foliage, rock formations, and GIANT WOOLY FRIEND(?) give that away. Also! Said rock formations and wooly friend’s horns frame our new character RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE PAGE, letting you know that even though she is tiny, she is important. And, I will just say, I love the dust effects on the ground. The repeated semi-circle shapes evoke the feeling of rhythmic, galloping hoof beats, even without actual movement or sound. Lovely.

And now, PAGE 2!

So, I’ve highlighted panel 3, but before I get there! Panels 1 & 2 do such a nice job of giving us an idea as to the actual, physical size of these two characters, as well as the power dynamic at play. This random dude takes up the WHOLE DANG PANEL with his bulging muscles and is framed in an up-shot; in panel 2, Ruthye is not only shown from above--we’re literally looking down at her--she is also relegated to the bottom half of the panel. Additionally, it’s a great way to show the action of her turning to pull the sword from her belt, obscuring it from both our view and his, to bring out the ‘big reveal’ in the next panel.

Speaking of! Panel 3! Our establishing shot! We’re introduced to the full interior of this tavern. We see where everything is placed--walls, furniture, and perhaps most importantly, the various patrons!

Establishing shots are so important to have in visual media because they help us, the reader/viewer, to orient all of the various components within a sequence or scene.

It’s also helpful for the artists because then they can better maintain things like screen direction and continuity.

If we don’t have a shot like this, then subsequent action can become confusing to the point of distraction.

YOU WOULD BE SURPRISED how often this is neglected or forgotten in comics! Scenes will change abruptly and it’s like, ‘wait, wait, where are we?’

ADDITIONALLY, the establishing shot not only gives us basic spatial information, it ~sets the mood~ XD Setting! Atmosphere! Genre! It’s all here.

I mentioned this in my prior post, that the art gives off some intense fantasy vibes, what with the organic shapes, rough textures, and color palette.

Folks who’ve read advanced copies have described the book as a fantasy/western; that extends even to the series title design! The designer revealed that the western look of the text is deliberate.

So A+ to the art team for NAILING IT!

Okay, on to page 3!

Not a ton of notes on this one, but that’s only because the prior page has done such a solid job of laying out the space, as well as the relationship between these two characters WITH JUST WITH THE ART. (Okay, okay, the words help too. XD) Once more, we see this big brute tower over Ruthye, panel- to-panel; he’s always ‘large and in charge’ regardless of the angle. Even in that final panel! Ruthye is the largest element because she’s closer to us, but the guy is still positioned ‘above’ her, literally talking down to Ruthye from over his shoulder.

(And HMMMM. That unassuming stranger in the back there, underneath the lanterns that seem to act as an arrow pointing right at her...could she be...important?)

(Her tiny size would seem to imply that she isn’t...AND YET...)

PAGE 4!

MMMM them FRAMES within FRAMES!

Okay, but before I get into that, I do wanna briefly mention panel size and shape.

All of these pages (save for 1 and 7, which are full-page illustrations) pretty much stick to a very traditional panel structure. Each panel is completely enclosed, and there is zero variety in terms of shape. It’s all rectangles.

BUT. The size and orientation change--take, for instance, that ‘skinny’ horizontal panel up top, the way it perfectly suits the ‘shape’ of the elements/action being shown. It’s a close on Kara’s wrist/hand, reaching out for the sword in the guy’s belt.

I mention this because often, writers don’t dictate stuff like panel layout in a script. They will give the artist the number of panels, and what needs to be included in each one, but the actual, overall organization of the page? Totally up to the artist.

So! Really knowing what you want to highlight and convey is key, because you can use the panels’ size/shape/relation to other panels to ENHANCE those images, like that sword grabbing up top!

AND! Another thing I love about that panel in particular is the way that Kara’s hand and the sword make a tiny frame for Ruthye! Who is, again, VERY TINY!

I keep mentioning the size thing because it’s a nice bit of economical visual storytelling; the child character is going to be smaller than the adult characters anyway, but by calling attention to it repeatedly, we as the viewer are constantly reminded that this kid is small! She needs help! She needs to be protected! Which is like, the whole premise of the inciting incident. XD Good stuff!

(Also more dot eyes in comics that aren’t humor comics, please.)

There’s another frame down in panel 3 as well! Evely uses this device several times throughout this sequence; it’s such a great use of the multiple swords in the scene, AND shows that she can really pack all of the characters in there without cutting any of them off/obscuring them behind various objects.

And like, NO TANGENTS, which takes some serious skillz.

ESPECIALLY when you consider all that beautiful linework. LOOK AT THEM INKS.

...In particular, look at them inks in panel 5! The shading on the booth is done in such a manner that the ‘grain’ of the ink defines the perspective. We’re looking down at Kara, from above. This is a helpful little bit of orientation, as there’s not a ton of room around Kara to have any other perspective lines to help sell the angle.

ALSO, NOTE THE POSITION OF MR. BRUTE IN PANEL 4, AND THEN KARA’S EYELINE IN PANEL 5. It will be important in...

PAGE 5!

Allow me to explain:

In panel four on page 4, we see the guy reach for his sword, his body language revealing that he’s intent on moving towards Kara.

In panel 5 on the same page, we get that lovely down shot of Kara looking right up at us, the viewer. But also, the implication is that she’s ACTUALLY looking at Tough Guy, because in the next page, we see that he’s positioned himself right above her to swing that sword down!

(My apologies for the poor attempts at drawn annotations.)

There’s no action lines cluttering up the beautiful art; Not-Conan’s hair, rather, acts as the action line/guiding ‘arc’ so that we can better follow the movement.

Kara, likewise, doesn’t have any action lines on her, but her posture and hair act as visual cues to tell us that she slides over in the booth, out of the way of the sword.

In particular, the way her right shoulder/arm draws closer to her body, and the way her left hand comes up to offset the way she’s now positioned, really sells the ‘slide’.

More beautiful indicators of movement in panel 2; the hair, the action line on the sword, the torn fabric of Kara’s shirt.

Panel 3 brings more FRAMES WITHIN FRAMES! And, actually, as I’m looking at it? I think it could be argued that we actually have a FRAME within a FRAME within a FRAME!

First frame: Panel border, natch.

Second frame: Goofus’ sword, arm, and face frame Kara.

Third frame: Kara’s arm and sword work with Goofus’ head again to frame tiny Krypto.

LAYERS.

And now, a note about colors!

I said before that I love the palette at play. The earthy tones give the entire setting an organic feel--this is not a high-tech locale! We’re dealing with natural materials here.

BUT THEN THOSE BLUES!

Not only do we get that nice split complementary thing happening with the yellow, but it also signals the blue of Kara’s costume, a little hint of which is revealed in the final page.

And, like. It’s night time. XD

(I just gotta say, love the cold blue outside the window next to Kara’s table, contrasted with the warm yellow of the interior. Even though this is a bar, there’s still that element of like. Coziness.)

Also! Even though the overall palette is heavy on the yellows, Kara’s hair is more saturated and leans towards a warmer yellow, while the rest of the yellows in the scene are cooler. Thus! We have CONTRAST! Our eyes are drawn right to her.

And I know--I KNOW--that SG comics twitter already hates King because Kara’s DRINKING and personally I want more of the story/context before I pass any judgement but I must admit, the shapes? In panel 5? With Kara drinking in the foreground?

I kinda love it.

Also mmmm-MMMM, more of them SOFT BLUES.

Okay. PAGE 6!

Now THIS PAGE is what inspired this whole endeavor.

Because, okay. If I’ve not made it clear by now: I read a lot of comics.

And I generally enjoy all of the comics I read!

But, what I’ve found lately, is that if I don’t enjoy a comic, it’s because I, as a reader, find myself confused by the art.

Confused as in, the art is hard to follow.

That can be because the color design/ink work doesn’t have enough contrast, or the composition is muddled, but most frequently?

It’s poor panel-to-panel action.

When there’s no flow/connection between what’s happening in one panel vs. another, suddenly it’s on you, as the reader, to do a lot more of the work as you go through the scene. And sometimes! We don’t even have enough visual information to DO that work!

So when I read this, I was like, ‘ah, thank you, an easy flow of action for my brain to appreciate.’ XD

AND SO. Panel 1! Same stuff we’ve been seeing! The ink work, hair, clothing details, etc. all work to show us which direction each character is moving. Kara’s arm and jacket all point to her slamming that mug in the dude’s face; dude’s sword serves as a GIANT ARROW illustrating the path of his stab.

Not much to say on panels 2 and 3 other than: FACIAL EXPRESSIONS! And also, HAIR!!!

PANEL FOOOOUR!!!!

Love. This. Panel.

Again, I really love that there are no action lines slapped on top of this gorgeous art, all of the movement is conveyed in the inks, body language, clothes, and so on.

Like. There’s a conscious decision, here, to not have Kara’s hair obscuring the dude’s torso, and that’s good! Because his belt/uhh...kilt? Skirt? Is showing us the speed and direction of his jab; if Kara’s hair were in the way, it would break up the flow.

BUT THEN HOW TO SHOW THAT KARA’S DIPPING FORWARD???

Note the ties on her cuff, and the inks on her jacket!

There’s nothing special happening with Krypto, BTW. I just circled him because he’s a Good Boy who deserves to be noticed.

Panel 5, more of the same, the inks telling us how these characters are moving through space. ALSO, the length of the lines conveys speed without needing to add something distracting/obscure the art with a ‘blur’ effect.

Final panel! I. LOVE. THIS.

Particularly the movement in Kara’s hair, just. Beautiful shape language.

But in addition! You’ve got that LOVELY line of action in Kara’s spine as she flips him over, the sword likewise curved in the direction of the throw.

And of course, the dude is crumpling in the appropriate direction, bent in the middle as he collides with the table to--quite literally--complete the circle.

Also, just. The characterization here, is PHENOMENAL.

People (read: irate fans on twitter) have expressed concern (read: complained) about Kara having a sword. Some have even gone so far as to suggest that Kara’s basically a murderer now, because she’s using a weapon.

Never mind the fact that in an episode of JLU, Supergirl used both a sword AND a gun to defend herself while in Skartaris because she had no powers.

Except we see here that Kara DOESN’T USE THE SWORD to take the guy out, she uses his own force against him. She only uses the swords in the FINAL PAGE in a type of ‘yield’ fashion.

(This particular ‘fight’ sequence reminded me of Brainy’s fighting style in the show so of course that added to my overall enjoyment.)

Like, Kara’s got no powers here, she very well could have used the sword to defend herself, and would...kinda be justified.

But she didn’t!

Like. Even drunk and therefore out of it, Kara 1.) Steps in to help that kid and 2.) doesn’t use superpowered lethal force on the guy. (I mean, she can’t use her super powers anyway, what with the red sun, but you get the idea.)

And like, the flourish there, of the arms, the way the jacket swirls around her, like a gymnast sticking the landing, GAAAAAHHHH I just love it. It’s great.

Okay, FINAL PAGE, #7:

I mean. What more can I say? EVELY AND LOPES, MAN.

Just some top notch art.

(Also get it guys, it’s a LITERAL shirt rip! XD)

(And look! There’s that tiny bit of blue!)

But anyways, if you’ve made it this far, I applaud you, and thank you for indulging my desire to just. Geek out over one of my favorite comic artists drawing one of my favorite comic characters.

And just to like, reiterate, I’m not suggesting that this comic is THE BEST EVER or that it’s going to redefine the medium, or anything. XD Everything I’ve mentioned here is...pretty basic storytelling mechanics. Watch any movie, and you’ll see all this same stuff at work.

RATHER, this whole post is more about...admiring two artists who clearly know what they’re doing.

And they’re doing it so well! :D

TL;DR: I’m so excited that the Supergirl book has Evely and Lopes, guys. So. Excited.

#stranger speaks #long post #supergirl: woman of tomorrow #art analysis #comic art analysis #edit: whoops forgot content warning tags #cw: alcohol #cw: blood

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min-youngis · 4 years

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Happy Cactus (pt. i)

gif not mine

~ Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x Reader

~ Summary : It hasn’t really been that long, and it definitely hasn’t been very public, but this thing you two have got going is some good shit. It’s almost like you’re ready to break your heart out of those old chains now.

You’re a grouch and Jungkook just makes you want to smile.

Established Relationship (it’s a secret shhh) ft. ot6

~ Word Count : 1,304

~ Warnings : The word sex, alcohol consumption and uhhh one swear word I think

~ A/N : jk best baby boy but also satan spawn with the power to make me write fic about him even when he isn’t my bias. i honestly don’t know what this is lmao but it has some fluff and a secret relationship and those are p much my kinks so 🤷‍♀️. some new thangs in here that i tried out, some dialogue, some swearing, more characters, we shall see how it goes down. there is, in fact, a pt. ii to this that i’m super excited to write upload. Jungkook and Y/N ’s costumes for reference, or maybe just for a good chuckle, they are quite amusing.

i’d love to hear feedback! spread the love, y'all!

masterlist (it’s growing, my bAby) in my description!

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“You’re….you’re shrimp,” you say, half awed and half amused, almost yelling to be heard over the thumping bass.

Jungkook’s eyes look brighter than usual, no doubt from the contents of the nearly empty cup in his hand.

“At least my costume’s identifiable. What are you supposed to be, a green penis?” he yells back, only slightly slurring, gesturing up and down at your very time consuming and incredibly itchy outfit, drink nearly spilling out the rim of his cup.

You take a step back to avoid being in the line of fire and end up stepping on something suspiciously wet on the floor, that you can only hope is the trashy beer that everybody’s been getting slowly drunk on for the past hour or so.

In the darkness of the room that’s sparsely illuminated by a spinning disco ball hanging from the ceiling, (“It’s for the vibe,” according to Tae,) and with your senses slightly numb due to the drink you’ve been nursing, you barely register the squelch.

You’re prone to theatrics when you’re tipsy and it’s with a scoff and a dirty look that you say, “I’m a happy cactus. Get it? Happy?”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re a large, green penis,” he says, adjusting his body so his prawn costume is sideways and isn’t too close to hitting anybody.

Except, in the process, he ends up being too close to you.

And suddenly, he’s standing right there, the closest you two have been in public.

If you weren’t inebriated, you would have stepped away. Distantly, in your mind, the thought enters, that maybe, just maybe, you shouldn’t be able to practically taste the beer in his breath and that he shouldn’t be winding his empty arm around your waist and tugging you to his chest, as close as your costumes allow.

Because the thing about dating somebody in secret is that it’s supposed to be a secret.

It’s laughable almost, how easily you sink into his embrace, leaning into the solace that his arms always seem to exude. You usually let yourself indulge in this kind of proximity only in private, under the covers, or maybe during a movie at one of your houses. Never when you’re both this exposed, your friends scattered in the crowd in the very same room.

It’s too dark for them to notice anything, and They’re drunk, you rationalise in your hazy mind. But a tiny part of you secretly wants them to find out. Maybe out of the corner of their eye, to see the two of you pressed up too close to each other for it to be just a hug between friends.

You would never admit this to yourself when sober, but you want to hold your fucking boyfriend’s hand in public, okay? You want a date that doesn’t just consist of dinner and a movie and then admittedly mind-blowing sex at your house.

(And it’s always your house, because Jungkook lives with Tae and Jimin and you haven’t met a nosier pair in your life.)

More than anything, you want people to stop flirting with Jungkook. You didn’t consider yourself a particularly jealous person until this whole dating in secret thing began and suddenly now you get prickly every time a waitress’s smile is just a little bit brighter or the dude from his dance studio stares at his shoulders for just a little bit longer than necessary.

And this stupid, beautiful boy just never notices.

You’re about to word vomit all this to him, who’s now rocking the two of you slowly side to side, probably unintelligibly, squished as you are to his chest, when a loud, “Y/N! KOOKIE! How are my best friends in the world?” erupts from somewhere on your left side, and now both you and Jungkook are being hauled sideways into a very drunk Jin.

“Hi, Jin,” you both say, voice muffled against his chest that’s rumbling with barely contained giggles, Jungkook’s greeting distinctly chirpier than yours.

You are, as the kids say, over this party.

True, you’ve been there for an hour and a half at most, and you’ve only had two drinks, but this kind of thing isn’t your scene and quite frankly, it’s a miracle that you showed up in the first place.

Jimin and Tae don’t know that their chocolate bribe didn’t work and that Jungkook was the one who actually got you here. You’re annoyingly susceptible to the wounded puppy look that he permanently has on standby, ready to be whipped out at a moment’s notice whenever you’re being characteristically stubborn or when things don’t go his way.

But now you want to leave, preferably with your boyfriend. You want out of the crowd and the music that’s progressed to EDM (courtesy Hobi) and all the disgusting fluids on the floor. You want to change into a large hoodie and some sweatpants and cuddle with Jungkook until you fall asleep and eventually wake up with your frames entangled and a slight hangover.

You’ve become disgustingly sappy over the last couple of months.

Jungkook sees the look on your face, knows what you’re thinking from your pout without you having to say it out loud and saves you the bother of trying to get out of the room alone by slowly lifting Jin’s arms from around the two of you. He placates him and puts a stop to his whine by snagging a passing-by, very disgruntled Yoongi and shoving him into Jin’s embrace instead, like a replacement hug-ee.

Yoongi’s glare would have anybody else cowering, but your boyfriend has been on its receiving end so often, he’s practically immune.

With a quick, unconcerned, “Bye,” Jungkook finishes his drink, signals you to do the same and then crushes both cups, dropping them in the garbage cover near the door.

(“For people with manners,” as stated by Tae.)

He takes your hand and you both walk out the room, destination Jungkook’s room on the first floor.

The difference in atmosphere the moment you step out of the room is stark, and the hallway’s comparatively cooler air sobers you up a bit. You slow down until you’re tugging at his arm and he turns around to face you.

“I didn’t mean to make you leave early. You can go back in and have fun, if you like,” you say, once you have his attention. You want him to stay with you, and he knows that and as helpless as you are to deny him what he wants, he is no better when it comes to you.

He gently tugs you closer, bending and pressing a fleeting kiss against your lips. “But I really want to get out of my costume, it’s riding up my ass,” he says, with a dopey smile on his face.

He knows how to put you at ease and relax the overthinking that you’re prone to, easily stringing together sentences that can’t be misinterpreted, that won’t make you think you’re the villain here for not letting him have his fun or letting that voice in your head nag that you’re being too clingy, no matter the time you spend dissecting his words.

You give a short, quick nod, letting out a breath you didn’t know you were holding before letting him continue your journey towards his room.

You both strip out of your costumes and change into (Jungkook’s) comfortable clothes, drunkenness slowly washing off and only really noticeable in the occasional, slightly clumsy kisses you two share.

And finally, you get your wish, in bed with Jungkook behind you, arm and leg thrown across your frame, breath fanning the back of your neck. It’s warm and it’s safe and it’s so, so right and sleep comes easy to you that night, like all the other nights you’ve spent with him.

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egg-emperor · 4 years

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Does Eggman like going to the beach? I absolutely LOVE the old Archie comic cover of him in his suit walking into the ocean! I mean his whole vibe is aesthetic, he must go there often, haha!

SAME I adore that cover!!! 💜

And yes, he does! He loves the tropical aesthetic and atmosphere of the beach. It's one of his favorite places to take a break or a longer vacation at as well as an outdoor area that he actually likes to be. He's always fully prepared for the weather with the clothing, swimwear, equipment, snacks, and drinks he needs.

He finds it very relaxing to kick back on a lounger with a few beers and ice cream. That's when he's happy as can be. As long as Sonic doesn't randomly show up, then it's a great way to finally get him off his mind and live in the moment instead. It's very refreshing for him to spend his time in a calm and pleasurable way since he’s usually very busy indoors.

When he's resting and sometimes napping there, he demands to be shaded and fanned by the robots the whole time, which they hate doing. They'll complain about overheating but not too much because they know it would be unwise to ruin his mood. And if they behave, he'll be pleased and will let them go to play when he gets up and leaves his spot to do some activities.

He also enjoys swimming because it's one of his biggest hobbies and it’s why he has his pool room on the Egg Carrier! He likes his room but when he can go to the actual beach for the full experience, he absolutely will. He can also practice his surfing for the Olympics there! When he's on land, the same can be said for volleyball. He likes to have fun and show off his abilities at the same time.

Unfortunately, he can have trouble with excessive heat, so it's important that he's careful and remembers to keep cool. He'll make sure his robots hold on to his cooling equipment for immediate access when necessary. His eyes and skin are quite sensitive to sunlight too, which he also takes into consideration so he can be safe and comfortable.

His shaded glasses effectively keep the light from disturbing him most of the time. Sunscreen isn't always reliable so he has to make sure that he won't overheat in what he wears but that it can still cover enough to protect his skin. But if it isn't too harsh out, he'll happily wear nothing but shorts because the less he wears, the cooler he will be.

He stays in the shade a lot and will take it easy to keep his temperature down when he isn't doing any activities. But sometimes he likes to bask in the gentle rays for a little while because the warmth can feel good on his skin as long as it isn't too much. It will also make him feel quite sleepy, so he'll have a snooze and the robots shade him again once he's fallen asleep.

He enjoys the nights on the beach too! The dark, cool, quiet, and calm atmosphere is perfect for him. He'll visit nearby restaurants and bars for a nice meal and a few drinks. When there are even fewer people around, he likes to take a peaceful walk along the shore. It helps him further clear his mind and reflect on the things in life that make him happy.

Then he'll finish by a fire to roast marshmallows and make smores. He also stargazes and thinks about what he's proud of and how much more he'll accomplish when he takes over the world permanently. When he's having a great time and he’s free of all stress, he becomes even more hopeful and determined for the future. His positive mood remains when he heads to bed and that’s when he sleeps best!

#dr eggman #eggman #dr robotnik #dr. eggman #headcanons #my post #asks #beach #overheat #food #alcohol mention #sleep #sleeping #vacation

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sunnyborabora · 4 years

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Ghost stories (Yoongi x Reader)

You are a medium, being able to see and talk to ghost since your birth is cooler than it seems and now you are just traveling around the country, people calling you from every where so that you can solve they supernatural problem. But what you are going to face is way different than everyt thing you’ve seen before and the worst is that you have to team up with Min Yoongi and his two acolytes. Medium reader x Ghost hunter Yoongi

It was mean to be posted for Halloween... What can I say except that lmao you can never count on me djhgjdvskjvkjv

Warning: Horror theme, ghosts and demons, possession, a little bit of blood, the reader is kind of a crackhead, smut (please don’t have sex in a haunted house)

You got off your car the cold air hitting you harder than you thought. It was already late but you got stuck into traffic jam all day and you did all you could to come to your client house as soon as you could. Two cares were parked near the house two, one being a black van. You draped your large black scarf around your long dress. You walked toward the house, wind blowing in the branches. The moment you step a foot on the wooden stairs you felt something passing beside you. You turned around, but you didn’t see a thing except the sand of the desert surrounding the house. The only thing that could be heard now was the wind and the sound of your high heels on the wooden porch. You knocked three times. You heard a ruffle behind the door. It opened and you saw a woman. She was small and seemed tired.

« Mrs Lincoln ? I am Y/n L/n, sorry for the delay, I was stuck in traffic. - Oh don’t worry. I am happy that are here. » You entered and you noted that the inside of the house was the exact same temperature than outside. A chill ran down your spine. There was definitely something wrong. « The supernatural investigator are already here, but you didn’t miss anything » she said while tying her scarf more tightly around her neck. You realized that she had a thick coat on, and she seemed to shiver every now and then. « The supernatural investigator ? », you did not expect that. You entered the living room and you saw four other people. All men. « Good evening, sorry to be late, I was at the other side of the state when my assistant got your call. -No problem, I am Eric, I live here with my wife. » You smiled at him, reaching his hand to shake it. You shivered, something felt suddenly off. He wasn’t wearing as many clothes the others you noted, but he seemed tired. « Miss L/n, this is mister Min, mister Jung and mister Kim- - Call us by our names, we are going to spend some times together now I am Hoseok, and with Namjoon we are in charge of the electronic part, this is Yoongi our leader. » You reach for his hand, smiling, his powerful aura giving off positive vibes even in this weird atmosphere. « So you are ? » The last man, Yoongi ?, asked you a stern look in his eyes. « I am Y/n, the medium mister and miss Lincoln called. », You smiled. His aura was a deep red and it seemed soft. The total opposite of the man itself, his expression not giving any friendly vibes. « A medium ? » He said like you just told him some joke. He pushed back his glasses, crossing his arms. You raised your brows. « Aren’t we hunting some ghosts ? » You were used to people being septic, even your clients were in need of reassurance. The only thing that was different this time. You were used to working alone. The man named Namjoon, who was really cute, smiled and said : « She is right Yoongi, and the more we are the faster we’ll solve this case » He met your eyes and blush as you wink at him playfully. « This is a serious matter. We are doing science, not witchcraft. -You can call me a scientist if it’s what’s bothering you that much » If looks could kill, you’d be dead on the spot. But you simply smiled. It was true joy to play with pretty boys like that. He seemed annoyed more than anything. « Did you explained them what phenomenons were happening in the house ? Does it bother you to tell me everything. -Actually it would be a great idea to tell the entire story. We are going to record it this time if it doesn’t bother you. » You all sited around the table, you were sitting next to Yoongi in front of the couple. Hoseok was just behind them, setting up a camera to film you, he was also adjusting a microphone just above the Lincolns. Namjoon was doing the same thing just behind you. You looked up at Hoseok who had settled a pair of headphones on his ears. He nodded his head, making you sign that you could start. « Okay, I am Min Yoongi, we are the 30th October, it’s 8 pm, and I am with Namjoon, Hoseok, miss L/n, and we are interviewing Eric and Sadie Lincoln. » You watched around you and saw nothing. But even if the fire place was lighted, and the fire was strong you still weren’t able to feel any heat. « Tell us everything since the beginning. -Where can we start ? -The first thing that you could think of, that made you feel uneasy maybe » They seemed to think. « Humm, then it should be as soon as we arrived in the house. When we were moving in, I felt not so welcome in the place anymore. -The thing is that we bought this house at a sale at auction. It was really cheap, and we didn’t have to do that much work inside. Seems too good to be true now… - After it was more of a… Feeling of being watched. Sadie was the first one to hear the footsteps. -It was like someone was walking behind me, following me around the house. At first, it was staying distant. But with the weeks passing, the… Presence was coming closer. -The next step I would say, was the missing objects. Literally everything was changing places. Even when no one was in the house. -It lasted a while I would say… But then the presence, the manifestation… It becomes more violent. -Our bed sheets would be dragged suddenly out of the bed. Doors would open them self slowly. -We thought it was just coincidence. But Then I started to get scratches, bruises all over my body. Once I woke up with bruises like fingerprints all around my throat- » She stopped talking as tears were starting to roll on her cheeks. You looked into your purse, finding a little pack of tissues that you gave her. She smiled at you and this is when you saw it. The dark shadow behind her. It was latching onto her body without mercy. « It is openly violent then ? » You asked still watching over her shoulder. As you speak, like you had predicted, the shadow reacted to your voice. It violently got of Sadie’s back and disappeared in the darker corridor. « Yes. It has become dangerous… We feel like it wants to hurt us… And the worst… It’s messing with our mind… -Messing with your mind ? -It has a very bad influence on us. Since we are here… We’ve been angry, almost violent against each other… -And… I started to have dark though ts… -Dark thoughts ? » She marked a pause. « I tried to kill myself twice… » You took her hands in yours trying to comfort her. The more you were listening to their story the more you were worried. « How long have you been in this house ? -We’ve been living here for three months » You couldn’t help but gasp. Yoongi looked at you weirdly. « Why are you asking this ? -Those type of phenomenons… They are normally are displayed on several months, even a year. Three months, this is nothing… -What does it mean. -It’s really aggressive. It’s hungry… » Yoongi nodded readjusting his headband on his forehead. « I think we are good with the recording. Do you want to ask something else Yoongs ? Y/n ? » You shook your head. You have heard enough. Yoongi got up and at that precise moment the fireplace smother. The room was suddenly dark. But you still were able to see a little. Suddenly you felt something. You got up almost knocking your chair down. « Namjoon, Hoseok, can you film ? » You asked. « Yes, we are behind you » Namjoon told you. You were seeing something at the end of the corridor. Something that wasn’t human. It was scratching at the floor, long claws almost digging into the wood. « Do you see that ? -No miss L/n… What do you see ? » It was Yoongi. « I see a silhouette. I can’t see its face. It has long nails, it’s scratching the floor… Oh my god... » The silence was heavy. You turned around to see the cameras, and then you Yoongi. You pointed your ear with your finger, making him sign to listen. His eyes widened. He was hearing it too, the scratch. You pointed at the corner were the monster was hoping that the camera would catch something. Suddenly everything went quiet. The atmosphere was heavy and your ears were ringing from the lack of sounds. « Help ! Oh my god ! » You turned around at the same time as Namjoon and Yoongi. You all ran up the corridor, Namjoon throwing his camera at the ground to be faster. He arrived first but what could he do when Sadie Lincoln was floating in the air. « Get her down ! » Was screaming her husband but it didn’t do anything. Hoseok was trying to get her down but the spirit was too strong. « Do you see it ? » You turned around. Yoongi was looking at you. « Yeah, it’s holding her. » You had to act fast. You ran toward the table, climbing it. There were moment to ask yourself question, and it wasn’t now. But you really didn’t plane to become a WWE super star today. You still jumped in the air, grabbing Mrs Lincoln. Namjoon and Hoseok succeed into grabbing Sadie as you crashed to the ground. « Sadie are you okay ?! Sadie !? » You got up with a hiss, your knees cursing your stupid ass. You took Yoongi’s hand getting up with difficulty. « She doesn’t answer. Is she okay ? - Is she breathing ? -Yes, she seems okay, she just doesn’t wake up. » You took a deep breath. « She might be in shocked. You have to leave this house. Get as far as you can. Whatever this is, it’s draining you from your energy. I am already tired and I’ve been here for two hours at most. You’ve been here for three months. -She is right. We don’t need you to stay here if we want to investigate, and it’s not going anywhere. » You nodded, but you weren’t sure it was a good idea if you stayed in this house longer too. « Hoseok, Namjoon and I, we are going to install all the material, cameras, microphones everything, what we need is to collect evidence. Even if we don’t need further proof to stay. »

You knelt down next to Sadie. Caressing her forehead, you saw how she looked tires, new bruises were appearing around her eyes. You were sure they weren’t here before and that they weren’t caused by the fall. She slowly opened her eyes and you saw, the suffering, the pain, death. « Y/n ? Are you going to stay ? » You raised your head toward Namjoon. He was holding a camera, probably already planning the setup. « I am not quitting the case if it’s what you are asking. -No I meant… Where are going to sleep ? You are not going to stay in the house ? -Oh no ! I won’t advise anyone to stay here after what I just saw. I am probably going take a room in a motel not to far away. -We are staying in motel 6 miles away from here. If you want to », this time it was Hoseok, he was also smiling at you. You smiled back at him answering simply : « Yeah thank you ». The next thing you did was help Mister Lincoln to carry his wife in his car. She had gained consciousness again but was really weak. You advised them to not take anything with them, literally everything is soaked in this dark energy that they should leave in this house. « Take some pause on the road there to sleep, but don’t come back here. Call me when you arrived. » He nodded before taking the road. You looked back at the house, and for a moment you thought you saw a dark silhouette standing there in the deserting night. You feared for the men inside so you started running. You almost knocked over Namjoon when you entered. « Oohh easy tiger ! -Are you all okay ? I- -Yeah no problem Y/n, we are fine ! We’re almost done with the setting of the stairs. Do you want maybe visit the house ? -Yeah, hmmm, it’s a good idea ! I am going to visit the floor, like that you’ll be able to do your work downstairs without me blocking you. -You won’t block us, and don’t you think it’s dangerous to go upstairs alone ? -Don’t worry about me ! It’s not the first time I do this. » You went up the stairs crossing Yoongi on your way up. He stopped you a disapproving look on his face. « What are you doing ? Don’t go upstairs, we just set up everything. -I know, but I need to see the house. I’ll be nice I promess », you said, trying not to me too sarcastic. As you were walking up the stairs you heard him say something but you didn’t paid attention. The stairs were silent, almost too silent as three men were supposed to be moving and talking just below you. It was composed of four bedroom, all pretty big. Three of them were empty, the main one, the one where the couple was supposed to sleep, was just composed of a bed, a wardrobe and a small cabinet that seemed pretty ancient. You entered the room scanning the place, it seemed lifeless, as if no one had been living in it. You watched under the bed, in the wardrobe, no monster in sight. But as you were going to walk out, the little cabinet opened itself. You turned around, to see. And you saw. « Who are you ? » It was squatting next to the little cabinet. It’s skin was the color of charcoal, long claws were pointing at something inside the cabinet. It was smiling at you, a big toothless smile. It was terrifying. It was the first demon you ever saw. You were used to deal with ghosts but you were almost sure it wasn’t one. It suddenly got up, so tall it’s slender long limbs were towering you. It was advancing toward you and as much as you wanted to run away you couldn’t.

« What’s your name ? What are you doing here ? » It puts his claw in front of its mouth to silence you before disappearing. You walked toward the cabinet hoping to find answer. All you find was a bunch of pictures. You could see the portrait of a woman. It was dated by 1922 and was giving the address of the house. You took a picture of it. You knew better than to take what didn’t belong to you. You found a page of an old newspaper. It related the story of an orphanage which had been destroyed by a fire. You also took a picture. You soon were over with the visit. There was no attic thank god because you hatted them. You walked down the stairs to find the three men gathered around the fire place. « So did you finished ? -Oh hey ! Yeah we are done. -What happened tho, did you ran a marathon upstairs » Funny how everything this man was saying was annoying as fuck. « What do you mean ? -We heard someone running. -I didn’t run. And I didn’t hear something running » The three of them looked at each other. « I really don’t like this » said Hoseok. « Do you know what type of ghost this is Y/n ? -I don’t think it’s a ghost. It doesn’t look like one at least. -What is it then ? -I don’t know… A demon maybe ». Hoseok squealed. « A demon !? -Yeah, never met one before. But I know someone who dealed with some. I should call them. -What does it look like ? -Completely black skin, so tall it almost touches the selling, long claws, toothless smile -I am so fucking happy I can’t see those shit… -If we do our job well we might » You closed the house, making sure all the cameras were on and the left. You followed them until you reached the hotel. You choose a room next to theirs, working at the same place, it would be easier. « Really you don’t have to help, I can carry them » you said to Namjoon and Hoseok who had insisted in carrying your luggages. « Y/n it’s nothing ! We’ll help if we can ! » The three of you laughed until you arrived to the room, where a very grumpy Yoongi was waiting for you. You really wondered when this man wasn’t irritable. You entered your room and settled down. You were drowned off of your energy. Your brain was a shamble, and you were wondering what you were going to do. You had the time to take a shower and change clothes before someone come knocking at your door. « Hey, we were wondering if you were angry. We ordered pizza. -Oh thanks ! But I have a lot of work I should get- -Well if you come we’ll be able to discuss the case. » You smiled and accepted. You followed him, Namjoon was working on his computer and Yoongi was spread on the bed, his long hair out of his face even if he wasn’t wearing his headband anymore. They all seemed to have had the same idea as you, and had taken a shower. « Come on Y/n sit ! » You sat next to Hoseok on the ground, your stomach finally growling. You took a slice, happy to finally eat. « Did you find anything else ? On the case ? -Actually, I m probably going to do some research on the house first. -That would be a first step. We’ll be back tomorrow at the house to see what the cameras had registered. -I find something in the main bedroom, in a little cabinet. » Yoongi rose from his position on the bed. « A cabinet ? -Yeah… -There’s no cabinet in the main bedroom. Just the bed and that old dresser. » You looked at him weirdly. « I saw one tho », you looked for your phone in your pocket, « Look I took pics of it » Indeed, there were the pics of the document you found inside the cabinet. « What… We didn’t see it when we were in the room… -That’s fucking creepy », Said Hoseok, shaking his head, still a piece of pizza in his hand. « I’ll look at the camera tomorrow » said Namjoon, « I think, whatever is in this house, reacts to you more than to us, it obviously wants something from you ». You shuddered at that. « Great ». You kept eating, as you were all talking more casually. « We met in high school ! We all dropped after two years of uni, it wasn’t really for us… -That’s funny ! I wish I could have a group of friends like this. -Yeah it was a good timing ! » Namjoon laughed looking at Hoseok. « And how did you start investigating ? -That’s because of Yoongi » You turned your head toward him. He was munching on his pizza, his puffy cheeks making him look younger than he probably was. « Ahhh, why always this story ?! -Come on ! It’s a cool story ! » He turned towards you, looking exasperate as if he already had told this story a million time. « My house was haunted when I was a child. So when I grew up I started investigating the story of the house. It was our first case. After that, like nothing was really interesting to me, I thought it was a good alternative. -And what happened to your house ? -An old woman had died in this house at the beginning of the century. She had hidden a sort of treasure in the house and forgot about it. I just found it for her and she left. My parents are still leaving in there. -Wow ! That’s impressive ! -And you, Y/n ? How did you come up to being you know- -Well I am just seeing ghost since I was a kid. My mom has this ability too, she never done anything with it but, I don’t know, I thought I could be helpful to others. -That’s so cool ! And terrifying ! -And you a saw them all the time ? -Yeah basically, when I was younger I used to not recognized them, I thought they were just people, weird and very confused people. Now I know how to recognize them. -Oh my god, if you saw one in the motel, you’ll tell me hmm » Hoseok started to look suspiciously everywhere. You suddenly grasped. « Oh my god Hoseok be careful, you’re gonna sit on one ! » He jumped out of the bed, screeching. You laughed followed by Namjoon and even Yoongi. You ended up talking for another good part of the night, planning what you’ll do tomorrow. You decided to let Hoseok and Namjoon go to collect the videos, while you and Yoongi were going to do research on this house. You ended up falling asleep on the floor, Namjoon had passed out on the bed in a weird position, Hoseok was sleeping on the (siege), he’ll probably be sore all over in the morning. Yoongi was also on the floor, his head carefully placed on a pillow, he wasn’t that far away from you. You had a dream this night. A weird dream. You saw the house, as flames were everywhere. A woman was standing here, you could only see her back but you understood what she was doing. In her closed fist, was a bloody piece of flesh, she was clenching it screaming things you could not understand. Suddenly everything swung and went completely black. The only light was a little light bulb just above your head. « Burn it ». You turned your head but there was nothing.

« Burn it » Two arms emerged from each side of your head, long black claws clasping around your mouth. The only thing you saw was the woman standing in the light before the monster take you into the abyss. You woke up with the horrible feeling of falling. Yoongi was on his phone, looking at you weirdly. « Are you okay ? -Yeah... » You were breathless, like you just ran a marathon. « I just had a bad dream… -Must have been intense damn… -It was » He kept looking at you, the only light being his phone screen. « You wanna take some fresh air ? -I should, I’ll be right back… -Wait » You heard him get up. It was cold outside, but it felt good against your burning skin. « It wasn’t a dream right ? -I mean… It was… But it was weird. -Did you see the demon ? -Not really. » You didn’t say anything else. You thought that a bit of fresh air would calm you down but it wasn’t working that well. You didn’t know what was happening with you and Yoongi, that tension between the both of you. You were mixed between jumping his bones or strangle him. Which was powerful coming from someone you just met. He put his hand on your forehead. « You’re hot -Thanks » You suddenly wanted to kill yourself. He watched you incredulous. And you did what everyone would do in this situation. You panicked. « I should go back to my room ! It’s late, and we have a lot of work to do tomorrow ! » You tapped his back and entered your room. It took you one hour to go to sleep again, not so much because of the dream, more because you were a fucking dumb ass. You woke up early in the morning and you decided to go in town to get everyone breakfast. It was fairly desert at this hour, even if you were sure it wasn’t crowded any hour of the day. You came back an hour after to find Namjoon outside the room drinking what looked like coffee. « Hey, sleep well ? -I don’t know in what position I fell asleep but fuck that » You laughed. « I went for breakfast ! » His smiled at you and you smiled back. You stayed outside, eating with Namjoon the breakfast you had taken from the city. « What you eating ? » You saw Yoongi’s hand first, as he was aiming for the coffee cup. You didn’t realise his fingers were that long before. You shook your head. « You're leaving soon ? -Yeah the earlier we got the footage the earlier we can analyze them. -Be careful when you are there » you said worried. « Don’t worry about us Y/n, We’ll be fine ! », He patted your hand. You turned around but Yoongi had left. Namjoon and Hoseok left soon after, and you started your research. Yoongi was in their room, and you in yours. You tried to find information on the house but nothing came out very concluding. All you find that was interesting was the fact that there have been witch trial in town centuries ago. Witches have the tendencies to attract demons. And then you remembered the dream from last night. The woman… She could have been a witch. You took a pencil and a paper and started scribbling something. The face of the witch started to appear as you were drawing her. Her slender silhouette becoming more and more recognizable. Once you were done you couldn’t stop yourself and took another piece of paper. This time it wasn’t a woman’s face that appeared this time. No eyes, black charcoal skin, big mouth full of sharp teeth. « Y/n ! Come hurry up we have something ! », Hoseok entered your room suddenly. And indeed they had found something. They had looked at the footage and the camera had registered two moments where they had been movement. The first time was at 11 pm, it was the door of the closet that had opened itself. Nothing too alarming. « It could be anything. » But the second one took you aback. Your heart stopped beating for a moment you thought. As your ayes were widening. It was a silhouette, entering the house. « Y/n are you okay ? » Fuck fuck fuck. « Do you know who this is ? » You opened your mouth but nothing come out. You were too shocked, busy looking at the woman that was in your dream yesterday, walking up the stairs, entering the bedroom and looking for something in the ghost cabinet you had found the pics in yesterday. « Y/n ! Fuck what is it ? » You couldn’t take your eyes off of her. She turned around, looking at the camera. There was two black holes at the place of her eyes. She smiled and mouth something before disappearing. « I- I- -What is it ! Talk ! -Yoongi, leave her some space ! » It was Namjoon. « I saw this woman before… -When ? Where ? -Yesterday… In one of my dream… -Your nightmare ? » Yoongi had calm down. You simply nodded, still looking at the screen where you were seeing the woman, still facing the camera. « What nightmare ? Y/n ? -She had a nightmare during yesterday… What was it ?… -This woman… I think I know who she is…. » You stood up suddenly, storming out of the room. When you came back a second after Namjoon was at the door. « Look ». You gave them your drawings. « Fuck, when did you do this ? -When you were gone… I- I couldn’t help but think about it… » Hoseok took the drawing and looked at it. « It’s exactly the same thing. How… Oh, fuck… » He had look at the other drawing. « The fuck is this -It’s what it looks like ? The thing in the house ? -That’s what he showed me at least… -It looks nothing like I’ve seen before… -It’s terrifying, fuck, how do you get rid of this…. » You didn’t feel really good. « I don’t know… -What was happening in your dream ? -The- the house was on fire, and she was standing in front of it… Then everything, it went black, and I was alone. Then » You gulped « something grabbed me and I woke up ». The three of them looked at you. Hoseok looked terrified, Namjoon worried and Yoongi, well you couldn’t tell. « We need to know more about this house, about this town before doing anything else. This must be the key to what is happening. » You all started to do research, Namjoon and you were looking at books, old newspaper, and you didn’t know how but Yoongi had succeeded into finding some of the church archive in town. He said the librarian was nice enough to let him borough them. « You didn’t steal them right ? -No, Namjoon what the fuck » Namjoon still looked suspicious, but the archive were actually pretty useful. It confirmed what you had seen on internet. « So the entire town was infested with witches. And this fucking house ! It was a coven ! -Technically it was an orphanage for young girls… -Sounds like the perfect cover to me. », Hoseok said as he was holding your hand for dear life. You smiled at him. « Not all witch are bad you know, I know some of them that are very nice, some are even my friends. -Are you a witch too ? Oh my god please say no… -No I am not don’t worry. » That’s true you were not a witch. You never perform any sort of witchcraft. Your gift, it was just there since your birth. « I have an idea. Tonight, at midnight, we’ll do what I do best! » You closed your books, smiling at them. « Calling some ghost ». The house was even colder than the day before. You were all sitting in a circle in the living room, Namjoon at your right, Hoseok on your other side, Yoongi in front of you. « No breaking the circle, don’t take anything they are going to say personally. We need to finish the seance before leaving. Is everyone ready ? -Can we ask her question ? -I don’t know if she’ll agree to show herself. To you or to me. Just ask, no insulting question, and we’ll see. -You don’t use a Ouija board ? -Don’t think I need it this time. » You all joined your hand and closed your eyes. You took a deep breath in. « I summon you spirit of this house. I feel you, you are here, and I am asking you to show yourself. » Nothing happened. « Carolina Emilie Steinfield, you tried to contact me before. I am reaching out for you. We need your help. Show yourself. »

The candle blew out under the light wind. You felt Namjoon trembling. You opened your eyes and you saw. In the middle of the circle, she was. « Keep your eyes close » you said as the ghost put her finger in front of her mouth. « Y/n, is she here ? -Hmmm, I don’t know… Just keep your eyes closed... » She was like you saw her in your dream, without the two holes that were puncturing her head on the video. She seemed young, younger than you, soft feature, dark eyes. She touches your head and you saw. It was only snippets of information, flashes in front of your eyes. You saw women, in a circle. Blood. Long claws. And fire. Burn it. Burn it all. « What do you mean ? -Y/n, who are you talking to ? » You couldn’t answer. It was too much for you. But you were understanding. You were seeing. You felt yourself fall. « Y/n ! Fuck wake up ! » You opened your eyes and everything was a blurry mess. You couldn’t talk or move. « What’s happening ? » The flashes had stopped but you were suddenly very tired. « I saw it » you simply said. « Saw what ? », said Yoongi. You could feel his hand on your shoulder, his contact was making you shiver. « The witch, I know... » You blacked out. You woke up in the motel room, Hoseok laying next to you, munching on some french fries. « You’re awake ! Oh my god ! -Y/n ! » Namjoon fell on your other side. You smiled at this. « Damn, please don’t do that again » Yoongi sat on the bed in front of you. He seemed relieved. « What happened ? -You fucking convulsed, I swear I thought you were going to die. -Damn awesome… -At least you didn’t pee yourself… » You slapped Namjoon arm with the strength of a baby. « I saw the witch. -Yeah, we figured that out… -She gave me a vision, this was the first time this happened like this… -What did you see ? -They were indeed a coven. One day they performed a ritual to summon something, but it went wrong. -What is that thing ? -A demon. It has nothing to do with a ghost, it’s way more dangerous. -How do you get rid of this ? An exorcism ? -I don’t think so… The rituals had been done in the living room. When the witch died the demon couldn’t leave, it stayed enslaved in the house. » The voice of the witch was still ringing in your ears. « So ? -She told me to burn it. -Burn the house. -I mean- If you say it like that... » Yoongi seemed to think about something. « That makes sense. Demon can’t go around without being attached to something. If the thing he is attached to disappear he will be forced to go back to where he belongs. -Yeah, that sounds logical. -What about the spirit tho ? -They’ll go away. The demon is forcing them to stay. Once it’ll be gone they’ll go away. -You are sure we are not freeing a demon in the outside world ? -No, I am sure. -That’s true, how can we trust the witch ? They are the one who summoned it. -I don’t think they wanted to summon it, they wanted to bound him to their will. Use it’s power. -Now that they have been slaughtered anyway, they have no interest in keeping the demon here. -Well… I might call the Lincolns, to tell them that we are going to burn their house... » You winced at this. Yoongi had Mister Lincoln on the phone early in the morning, and he told him everything. Mister Lincoln was worried, his wife was still asleep, ever since their departure. You understood that something was wrong. You needed to act as fast as possible. « She is like a coma… This isn’t normal. -It’s the demon, she stayed to long near it. It feed of her for too long. -She is not possessed ? Please tell me she is not… -No I don’t think so. The demon can’t leave the house. » Yoongi laid on the bed. Namjoon and Hoseok were out for food. « Everything, this story… It’s fucking crazy -I know right… I thought I was just going to see some ghost, not an all ass demon coming right from hell. » He snickered at that. « Did you sleep ? » You asked looking at him and seeing he was very tired. « A bit, not enough probably ». You moved on the right side of the bed, making him sign of moving next to you. He looked at you incredulously, before understanding. He was going to refuse, but then he moved toward the spot on the left. He took of his glasses and you threw the cover on him. « I swear you look like a kitten -Shut up… -No really… You cute or whatever ». He groaned and hit you from under the cover. You cried out. « Hey ! I just got possessed by a ghost have mercy ! » He turned around but you could the blush on his cheeks. « Ok kitten, sleep well ». He wanted scream you could see it. But he simply put his head under the cover in embarrassment. You received a call two hours later. You answered, trying not to wake up Yoongi. « Ms. L/n ! » It was Mister Lincoln. « Please, help me, my wife, she- she escaped ! I don’t know where she went ! She took the car and left ! -When did she left? » You looked around you, Namjoon and Hoseok were looking at you. You put him on speaker. « She left just after my previous call. I did not call you right away because I thought she could just have woken up. But when we started looking for her in the house she wasn’t there, the car was gone, I-I don’t know what to do… -I think I know where she is going » Namjoon took his vest and you understood. « She is returning to the house of course ! -Yes she heard us talk about it over the phone, we said we wanted to destroy it. -The Demon is using her. -We have to go, burn this shit down before it’s late » All of you got out the hotel, jumping into the vans, you had no time to take your car. Namjoon was driving, way faster than it was probably authorized but non of you cared. But you couldn’t help but feel bad. In fact, you felt terribly guilty. You were the one who told everyone that there will be no problem. That the demon would not be able to reach her or follow her once she’ll be out of its range. It was your fault.

« Stop sulking, we are here », Yoongi said, not throwing you a single look. He was right, you had to go into action. « Fuck, isn’t it the car they used to leave ? -It is... » You all rushed toward the house to see the door was open. « Shit. -Mrs Lincoln ! It’s Y/n ! Where are you ?! » Nobody answered. « I got it », Hoseok said, two buckets of gasoline in his hands. « We have to find her before we do anything. -We should split. -No ! No, you know what happen when people split in horror movies. They die ! -But we have to hurry ! We’ll go faster if we split in two groups ». Hoseok looked like he was going to faint on the spot. « If you feel slightly bit dizzy or anything get out. You find her, get out of the house. -Please don’t burn the house while we are still inside tho. » Namjoon and Hobi started to look downstairs as you and Yoongi got upstairs. Everything was good, as good as they could be, until you went to the attic. You had not found a trace of Mrs Lincoln presence nowhere upstairs. Namjoon and Hoseok had not called for you one bit, meaning that they didn’t found her either. She was necessarily in this house, you’ll find her. The attic was dark, but strangely clean. No dusty boxes, no spiders. It was empty and it was even more terrifying like that. « Y/n ». You turned around. Yoongi was looking at his feet, seemingly breathless. « Are you okay ? -You know when you spoke about feeling dizzy ? » He looked at you, and it was like a fire started consuming you. You needed to run, to get out of here right now. But as the last string of logic was passing you didn’t want to leave at all. « What is happening Y/n ? » He was suddenly so close to you. His breath on your face, as you were feeling the heat of his skin against yours. « You look so cute », it really, really wasn’t the moment to say that, you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself. He kissed you, roughly, feeling you return the passion just as hard. Your tongues met twisting around each other before you started nipping with your teeth. What was going on ? Why were you suddenly making out with the cute guy you literally met two days ago ? Why were you unable to move except for moving forward toward his body, to feel him more. You cried out when Yoongi suddenly bit your neck, and your hips trusted against his, rubbing against his thigh. You had never felt this way before. It was only this primal desire to feel him, to be with him. It was more powerful than anything. You could feel it, against your thigh, how hard he was. He was in the same state as you. « Fuck. What’s going on ? » You were lost, but just the thought of Yoongi pressing against your thigh like that made you wetter and wetter. Feeling like he wanted you, it was everything. Your brain was so slow, it was impossible for you to think, you were just able to feel Yoongi. It was the only thing that mattered. Already, you were able to imagine him remorselessly plunging into you, thrusting hard and fast, making you gasp, moan and call out. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips forward again, rubbing up against Yoongi’s erection, turning him on even more. It felt good, you made him feel so good. He was like drunk in everything that was you. Your scent, your voice, your eyes the way you were rubbing on his cock. It felt so good even through the fabric of his pants. A moan escaped his lips before he could stop it, and it solicited something inside you. You bit his neck hard, and he felt like he could cum on the spot. He pushed you back, and you fell on the wooden floor. He would have felt guilty but you didn’t seem to mind for one bit. And honestly, looking at you from his spot, above you, as you were laying on the floor, your hair scattered around your head, your eyes closed, your lips red and bitten. He was unable to feel sorry about anything. He never saw anything that was as beautiful as you. You were sultry and dangerous. So fucking dangerous. He couldn't have resisted even if he had wanted to. But hell, he didn't want to. He wanted to take you, right here, on the floor of this damned house. He wanted you to scream. He pressed another bruising kiss to your lips, and you moaned up against him. « Please » you demanded, kicking him off of you. « I don't want your kisses, »You pleaded. Yoongi's eyes darkened, but he knew you were right. He didn't want yours, either, at least not only that. You both wanted something else and you were going to have it. He placed his hands on either side of you, caging you in. Your hands reached down, and quickly you undid the buttons of his pants, sliding them down his thighs. You struggled with his boxer before he decided to help you to take them off. His cock stood erect between the two of you, thick and throbbing. You looked down at it, and a small moan escape your lips. « You want it right ? », Yoongi asked. No more words were spoken, you simply nodded eagerly. He smirked and it was his turn. He didn’t take the time to take off your dress. He pushed you on your back, his hands grabbing your dress collar and ripping it apart. You gasped, as if him taking off your clothes was making you able to breathe again. He pushed your long dress up your thighs, exposing you to the cool air. Your underwear was thrown somewhere where it won’t bother you. Placing one of his hands on your thighs, he pulled your legs apart, looking down between them. You were wet, so wet, your pink folds glistening. He wanted to eat you up, fucking devour you. But he couldn’t. He needed it right now. It was stronger than his will. He positioned himself between your legs. Yoongi grabbed your hips so hard, it will bruise but fuck every time he was touching you, you were like set on fire. He trusted up into you, making you moan throwing your head backward in pleasure. You couldn’t help it but wrap tightly your legs around his back to keep him closer. He trusted inside you hard, his mouth in your neck. In and out he pistoned, filling you with his member. You were like two animals, the only thing that was important was the feeling, the electricity running through you, the heat of the contact. The pressure was building between your legs as his thickness filled you over and over, as your scream were starting to get louder and louder. You were arching your back, the pleasure almost too much to handle. He took you in his arm, and he sat on his calves, you on top of him. Your thighs were burning from the movement but you couldn’t help but move up and down and it was magnificent as he was hitting just the right spot. His cock was curving into your upper wall, making you moan and writhe. It was making you see stars before your eyes and lips parted and legs trembling. Yoongi held strongly to you, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he helped you fuck yourself on his cock. It was like you had put a spell on him, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough of you, and he could never. He couldn’t think clearly, but a small part of his mind was telling him that he could deny everything he wanted later, it would never be the same anymore. He was the one making you moan and writhe, and he couldn't help but feel good, proud about it. You cried out sharply when he pushed you hard against the floor. He wanted more, faster. He pounded into you, making you scream. He kissed you, and you felt something. Something else than just the burning, sick passion, borderline obsession that was overwhelming you. You didn’t resist, savoring his taste. « What are you doing to me -Yoongi, fuck- -Yes, Y/n, I feel it baby- » Your nails bit into his arms. He pushed himself as deep inside you as he could, as if he wanted you to feel him, feel him so deep inside you, to leave his mark. Right now you felt like you’ll never be able to be satisfied by anything and anyone else in your life. When it will stop you’ll be left sad and empty. Yoongi was feeling the same but you wet and warm, surrounding his cock was feeling so good that he wasn’t able to overthink this. You loved the feeling, too. The pressure was so great between your legs, so intense. You were clenching without knowing, and you felt like you could come at any second. But it was far away, out of reach but still so close. You were teetering on the edge, almost about to climax. Almost about to release all of your built up tension and stress and rage. About to scream. He leaned in close to you, so that your lips were brushing together. Yoongi’s arms tightened around your back, pulling you closer to him until your body was crushed up against his. Your nerves were turning to fire within your body, and you felt yourself throbbing around him. And then you reached your climax, and it crashed in waves inside your body. You screamed your eyes wide open. On the ceiling, here it was. Black, long tongue pending out of this mouth now full of theeth. It was smiling at you. Yoongi came after that. He released every every bit of himself inside you, as his orgasm took his body completely and a roar was torn from his throat. His hips began to still. « Stop sulking, we are here », Yoongi said, not throwing you a single look. He was right, you had to go into action. « Fuck, isn’t it the car they used to leave ? -It is... » You all rushed toward the house to see the door was open. « Shit. -Mrs Lincoln ! It’s Y/n ! Where are you ?! » Nobody answered. « I got it », Hoseok said, two buckets of gasoline in his hands. « We have to find her before we do anything. -We should split. -No ! No, you know what happen when people split in horror movies. They die ! -But we have to hurry ! We’ll go faster if we split in two groups ». Hoseok looked like he was going to faint on the spot. « If you feel slightly bit dizzy or anything get out. You find her, get out of the house. -Please don’t burn the house while we are still inside tho. » Namjoon and Hobi started to look downstairs as you and Yoongi got upstairs. Everything was good, as good as they could be, until you went to the attic. You had not found a trace of Mrs Lincoln presence nowhere upstairs. Namjoon and Hoseok had not called for you one bit, meaning that they didn’t found her either. She was necessarily in this house, you’ll find her. The attic was dark, but strangely clean. No dusty boxes, no spiders. It was empty and it was even more terrifying like that. « Y/n ». You turned around. Yoongi was looking at his feet, seemingly breathless. « Are you okay ? -You know when you spoke about feeling dizzy ? » He looked at you, and it was like a fire started consuming you. You needed to run, to get out of here right now. But as the last string of logic was passing you didn’t want to leave at all. « What is happening Y/n ? » He was suddenly so close to you. His breath on your face, as you were feeling the heat of his skin against yours. « You look so cute », it really, really wasn’t the moment to say that, you knew it, but you couldn’t help yourself. He kissed you, roughly, feeling you return the passion just as hard. Your tongues met twisting around each other before you started nipping with your teeth. What was going on ? Why were you suddenly making out with the cute guy you literally met two days ago ? Why were you unable to move except for moving forward toward his body, to feel him more. You cried out when Yoongi suddenly bit your neck, and your hips trusted against his, rubbing against his thigh. You had never felt this way before. It was only this primal desire to feel him, to be with him. It was more powerful than anything. You could feel it, against your thigh, how hard he was. He was in the same state as you. « Fuck. What’s going on ? » You were lost, but just the thought of Yoongi pressing against your thigh like that made you wetter and wetter. Feeling like he wanted you, it was everything. Your brain was so slow, it was impossible for you to think, you were just able to feel Yoongi. It was the only thing that mattered. Already, you were able to imagine him remorselessly plunging into you, thrusting hard and fast, making you gasp, moan and call out. You couldn’t help but thrust your hips forward again, rubbing up against Yoongi’s erection, turning him on even more. It felt good, you made him feel so good. He was like drunk in everything that was you. Your scent, your voice, your eyes the way you were rubbing on his cock. It felt so good even through the fabric of his pants. A moan escaped his lips before he could stop it, and it solicited something inside you. You bit his neck hard, and he felt like he could cum on the spot. He pushed you back, and you fell on the wooden floor. He would have felt guilty but you didn’t seem to mind for one bit. And honestly, looking at you from his spot, above you, as you were laying on the floor, your hair scattered around your head, your eyes closed, your lips red and bitten. He was unable to feel sorry about anything. He never saw anything that was as beautiful as you. You were sultry and dangerous. So fucking dangerous. He couldn't have resisted even if he had wanted to. But hell, he didn't want to. He wanted to take you, right here, on the floor of this damned house. He wanted you to scream. He pressed another bruising kiss to your lips, and you moaned up against him. « Please » you demanded, kicking him off of you. « I don't want your kisses, »You pleaded. Yoongi's eyes darkened, but he knew you were right. He didn't want yours, either, at least not only that. You both wanted something else and you were going to have it. He placed his hands on either side of you, caging you in. Your hands reached down, and quickly you undid the buttons of his pants, sliding them down his thighs. You struggled with his boxer before he decided to help you to take them off. His cock stood erect between the two of you, thick and throbbing. You looked down at it, and a small moan escape your lips. « You want it right ? », Yoongi asked. No more words were spoken, you simply nodded eagerly. He smirked and it was his turn. He didn’t take the time to take off your dress. He pushed you on your back, his hands grabbing your dress collar and ripping it apart. You gasped, as if him taking off your clothes was making you able to breathe again. He pushed your long dress up your thighs, exposing you to the cool air. Your underwear was thrown somewhere where it won’t bother you. Placing one of his hands on your thighs, he pulled your legs apart, looking down between them. You were wet, so wet, your pink folds glistening. He wanted to eat you up, fucking devour you. But he couldn’t. He needed it right now. It was stronger than his will. He positioned himself between your legs. Yoongi grabbed your hips so hard, it will bruise but fuck every time he was touching you, you were like set on fire. He trusted up into you, making you moan throwing your head backward in pleasure. You couldn’t help it but wrap tightly your legs around his back to keep him closer. He trusted inside you hard, his mouth in your neck. In and out he pistoned, filling you with his member. You were like two animals, the only thing that was important was the feeling, the electricity running through you, the heat of the contact. The pressure was building between your legs as his thickness filled you over and over, as your scream were starting to get louder and louder. You were arching your back, the pleasure almost too much to handle. He took you in his arm, and he sat on his calves, you on top of him. Your thighs were burning from the movement but you couldn’t help but move up and down and it was magnificent as he was hitting just the right spot. His cock was curving into your upper wall, making you moan and writhe. It was making you see stars before your eyes and lips parted and legs trembling. Yoongi held strongly to you, his fingers digging into the skin of your waist as he helped you fuck yourself on his cock. It was like you had put a spell on him, he couldn’t stop, couldn’t get enough of you, and he could never. He couldn’t think clearly, but a small part of his mind was telling him that he could deny everything he wanted later, it would never be the same anymore. He was the one making you moan and writhe, and he couldn't help but feel good, proud about it. You cried out sharply when he pushed you hard against the floor. He wanted more, faster. He pounded into you, making you scream. He kissed you, and you felt something. Something else than just the burning, sick passion, borderline obsession that was overwhelming you. You didn’t resist, savoring his taste. « What are you doing to me -Yoongi, fuck- -Yes, Y/n, I feel it baby- » Your nails bit into his arms. He pushed himself as deep inside you as he could, as if he wanted you to feel him, feel him so deep inside you, to leave his mark. Right now you felt like you’ll never be able to be satisfied by anything and anyone else in your life. When it will stop you’ll be left sad and empty. Yoongi was feeling the same but you wet and warm, surrounding his cock was feeling so good that he wasn’t able to overthink this. You loved the feeling, too. The pressure was so great between your legs, so intense. You were clenching without knowing, and you felt like you could come at any second. But it was far away, out of reach but still so close. You were teetering on the edge, almost about to climax. Almost about to release all of your built up tension and stress and rage. About to scream. He leaned in close to you, so that your lips were brushing together. Yoongi’s arms tightened around your back, pulling you closer to him until your body was crushed up against his. Your nerves were turning to fire within your body, and you felt yourself throbbing around him. And then you reached your climax, and it crashed in waves inside your body. You screamed your eyes wide open. On the ceiling, here it was. Black, long tongue pending out of this mouth now full of theeth. It was smiling at you. Yoongi came after that. He released every every bit of himself inside you, as his orgasm took his body completely and a roar was torn from his throat. His hips began to still.

« Yoongi ? -What the fuck just happened?! » He pushed himself out of you, like you had electrocuted him. He was in shook, like you. You remembered everything, but it was like you had lost every bit of free will. Your breaths were ragged, harsh, you were both fighting to get your heart rates to slow down. « Fuck… Mrs Lincoln! » You jumped on your feet, your legs wobbling. You almost fell down. You put back your underwear as running toward the hatch. Your legs wobbled and your head was pounding. You had something to do. You jumped out through the hole, landing in the corridor. At the end of it was Mrs Lincoln. « Y/N ! What the fuck - » Yoongi was behind you in a second. « She has a knife » In her hand there was indeed a bright blade cover in blood. « There’s blood on it fuck... » You walked toward her, and she smiled. Her eyes were black, her little frame trembling. She was covered in bruises even on her face now. You were thankful for your mother who insisted in you tacking self defense classes when she learned you were going to travel through the country to hunt ghosts. It made you able to stop her hit. You really didn’t want to die today. You knew she was going to have a great strength. She was possessed after all. You made her fall on her, but she kicked you before you could do anything else. « Let me go ! » Something screamed, a distorted voice coming out of her tired body. Yoongi was restraining her. « Namjoon ! Hoseok ! Help ! We got her ! » You weren’t enough of two to restrain her. Namjoon arrived, and you understood the blood. He was holding his shoulder. « Are you okay ? Namjoon ? -Yes, fuck she attacked us by surprised but nothing too bad. Just- » He took off his hand off his arm, more blood come goosing out. « We need to get out, and drive you to the hospital. » Easier said than done, as Mrs Lincoln was literally pulsing in your arms. You, Yoongi and Hoseok were holding as good as you could but the demon was not going to surrender that easily. « Get off me ! » She pushed you with such strength that you fell down the stairs. « Ouch » You were opening your eyes seeing Namjoon coming at your rescue. But something gripped your feet, and suddenly you were being dragged away. You were thrown in the kitchen, the door closing behind you. « Y/n ! Y/n open the door ! » But you couldn’t. « It’s blocked I can’t ! » You turned around trying to find a way to escape. People were staring art you. Women to be more precise. « You are going to burn the house ? » The witches. « Yes. We are going to destroy it. » The one that you had seen in your dreams walked toward you. « The demon, it hurt you » You looked at her strangely. « No I- wait… What happened to me and Yoongi ? -He is like an incubus. Using your deepest desire and attraction against you. -Fuck… » She tended her hand to ward you. Her face looked sad. « You have to stop it. Now. -I am going to destroy it doesn’t worry. I’m going to free you. -We shouldn’t even ask you that. We were the one guilty. We deserved that eternal damnation. -No one deserve this. The couple that bought this house just wanted to be happy. They didn’t deserve that, neither did you. -The woman, she is going to die. -Why ? -It won’t let her leave the house. -Please, help me, help her. She is innocent. » They looked among themselves. A blond one looked at you and smiled. « Child. Your powers are greater than you think. I wish I would have used mine like you are using yours. -She is right » The kitchen door opened itself. « Go, we are going to allow you to go out of the house » You nodded and sprinted out of the house. Yoongi was looking at you like you had grown another head. « Who were you talking to ? -No one let’s go. » You took his hand and started running. At the front door, Hoseok and Namjoon were struggling. « She won’t pass the door, every time she stay- -Try again. -I just told you- -Just do it ! » And Hoseok stepped outside and as soon as he was outside the woman fainted in his arms. He looked at you incredulously. « Hurry up we have a house to burn. » It was actually way more difficult that you thought. But you covered the first floor and gasoline so it should do the job. Yoongi took of a lighter out of his pocket. He looked at it and handed it to you. You lighted it up, and threw it at the porch. The house caught fire at a supernatural speed. No amount of gasoline could have done this. You all ran away not to get injured. « It’s over… -Yes. » You shuddered, not so much from the cold, than from all your nerves letting go at the same time. You felt a hand slipped into yours. You didn’t need to look to know it was Yoongi. He was trembling to. Namjoon took your other hand. Around the house, the coven was forming a circle. All the witches were gathering in a circle, holding hands, murmuring something. The house screamed, the roof suddenly collapsing on itself. They turned around and looked at you, and you felt like crying. It was over. You closed your eyes, feeling little tears falling on your cheeks. Everything is going to be okay.You heard it the voice, for the last time. When you opened them the witches were gone. « Everything is going to be okay » You turned around, to see Yoongi looking at you. You squeezed his hand and smiled. « Of course ».

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