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tarithenurse · 5 years

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On my mind, in my soul - 6

Prompt: Got three things to go by on this from @keepcalmandcarrieunderwood: “You Should See Me in a Crown” by Billie Eilish (as usual passages in block quotes), a bath robe (which I’ve taken the liberty of switching to a kimono), and a living room. Thank you very much for the prompt help! Pairing: Loki x Burglar!reader. Content: Crime mentioned, drinking, unwanted pining, stalking, unwanted physical contact, swearing (?), a tad of Japanese history, spelling errors because brain is broken. A/N: As usual: check bio/tab for Masterlist.

My own ruler

Routine has returned and with it a sense of numbness that you bask in as long as you don’t happen to come across a certain slim parcel tucked away at the back of the safe. You welcome any chance to focus on work in some manner whether it be working contacts or any phase of a job, as long as your mind stays occupied for hours on end until you’re too exhausted to do anything but collapse in bed.

Bed.

Sleep.

You’ve come to hate the handful of hours you spend in oblivious to the world of the living because each time the comfort of dark nothingness recedes in favour of all too vivid dreams. Colours of turquoise and emerald haunts your nights so regularly that it seems into the days too, bringing an itch to the back of your body but no one’s there when you turn to look.

It might just be in your head, like a sort of paranoia that no drug or therapy can cure your from because you know who you think is watching and no rational doctor has the means to convince you that He doesn’t have the skill or power to keep track of you.

So you do the next best thing you can do. You excel through spite. Each job has to be perfectly planned and executed in case Loki’s watching. Every time you step out the door, you’ve made sure your gear, costume, or even just normal clothes are on point. Nothing’s allowed to give the tiniest hint of the power he holds over you, and there’s the odd day where you almost manage to convince yourself that it’s not pettiness that fuels your every move. Until sleep catches up with you, and you dream of a silky-soft, icy voice that heats every cell in your body. The feeling lingers in the morning until you throw yourself at a project again.

Visions I vandalize Cold in my kingdom size Fell for these ocean eyes

Working brings relief, but the best part is the high that comes from executing a flawless plan and bring back a prize no one thought really would be possible to get their hands on. It pays well, both in cash and renown, and more than once the celebration escalate, and you find yourself at some party with a drink in one hand and the other shimmying over the body of an eager admirer for the night as your bodies roll and writhe to the music with a too loud bass that makes it impossible to talk.

You have a type, it seems. At least you end up time and time again with tall, slender people whose dark hair fall freely to the shoulders. Thin lips are soft and demanding, but never right, and in the end, you push the wannabe lover aside in frustration at their lack of…of…of being him. Booze helps for a while on those occasions and is often payed for by the pleased customer anyways until the party ends and you head back to the safehouse you’ve made your home.

No matter how convoluted the route home is, the pain and doubt haunt the steps like shadows on the verge of solidifying into nightmares unless you keep the drunken stupor going to stay numb. To keep from feeling or thinking of why it feels so crappy and lonesome.

Tell me which one is worse Living or dying first

…

It’s at a gala event when it happens the first time.

Waiters are passing hors d’euvres and tall glasses of champagne around on golden trays as you hang by the arm of the client who’s hired granted you access in the hopes that you’ll find a way of stealing a kimono from the Heian era which his ex had gotten in the settlement. The object of desire is on loan to the Japanese ambassador and is a part of the Heian collection displayed in the ambassadorial house the next month for special guests to see. Gazing at the treasures, it’s not difficult to understand, why the ambassador wanted to share the splendor in the only way she can.

“Excuse me,” your date whispers before bumbling through the crowd towards a group of people he knows.

On your own, you drift from one glass casing to another containing ancient artefacts of immense historical, cultural, and monetary value, but it’s a seemingly ignored item which you spot in another room that makes you stop despite the distance.

Replacing the empty glass, you bide your time before drifting through the doors and across the plush carpet of the living room, pausing as if to admire a painting which clearly is a replica, before finally reaching the new goal.

You’ve seen them before, although not often, these spears or Yari as they are called. More popular from the 15th century, they trace back centuries (almost a millennium) before, and the one before you just about the oldest you’ve seen. So old it makes you think of legends and myths of times long passed and cultures dissolved and appropriated into the melting pot of universal conformity. Maybe this spear isn’t even what we think it is. It’s hard not to doubt history now that it’s official how many races live beyond earth and how often they’ve meddled with the affairs of humans.

Perhaps a Yari’s like the spear of the Thuäthan Dae? It’s silly. That spear’s gone down in Irish folklore. You know that because after Loki had told you, you went home to do what research was possible, hoping to prove that it was some lie. If it had been…well then it would’ve been easier to ignore the pained defeat and self-loathing you’ve convinced yourself that you felt from him that morning.

That’s when you see it. Reflected in the glass of the display is a figure dressed in black which heightens the contrast to his pale skin…but when you turn, he’s gone. I’m seeing things. Your heart is hammering against the ribs, your stomach’s heavy with disappointment. The son of a bitch had promised to stay away, and you should be happy if he did, not long for the maniac…at least that’s what you tell yourself while stalking out of the living room and right into the arms of your date.

“There you’re, pretty babe,” he drawls loudly, the smell of something stronger than champagne on his breath.

You’re not oblivious to the sideways glance of furious indignation he sends another man, his ex. Whatever happened between can’t have been pretty, but it burns in your gut to be a tool in this way too. Just wait…price might just have gone up, ass hole. But you also notice the slender figure standing motionless in the darkness of a corner, green eyes gleaming with a fire as they notice how the man at your side holds your waist. A quick tongue darts out to wet Loki’s lips in a way you know too well.

You say Come over baby I think you're pretty I'm okay I'm not your baby If you think I'm pretty

…

Not even four hours later, and you’re carefully placing a duffle bag on the rooftop, knowing full well how carefully the old contents inside have to be handled. You’re not far from the rendezvous, but it’s only fair to send a text from the burner that you’ll require a better paycheck. Leaning back against the metal housing for the ventilation, you stretch your legs out.

“I know you’re around,” the words aren’t as hesitant as you feel, knowing that you might in fact be talking to no one, “don’t think I’ve not noticed you tonight.”

Silence reigns, with the exception of distant cars and a dog barking at the world. Then there’s a slight crunch of footsteps prior to a new shadow on the moonlit surface.

“I had no intention of spying on you tonight.”

“Then why’re y’here now?” You see the shadow flinch at your words. “It makes sense at th’event itself…but not now.”

Out of the corner of the eye, Loki becomes visible as he sits down on the edge of the roof. “Didn’t care much for the way your…date held you.”

“Too bad.”

“You don’t understand! I know this man!” The temperature drops at the god’s frustration increases. “He’s not the kind that pays the agreed price, and you would be lucky to walk away alive!”

“I survived you, didn’t I?”

You know it’s a low blow, so the pling from the cell phone is a convenient rescue that allows you from ignoring Loki’s silent protests even as you get up to leave with your head held high and oozing confidence. Only when you’re out of sight do you sneak the stun-gun into your sleeve…just in case.

You should see me in a crown Your silence is my favorite sound Watch me make 'em bow

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hyungtop · 6 years

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dogsitter!dokyeom

veterinary sciences major who looks after people’s dogs when they go where their dogs can’t follow :(

meaning on vacations or business trips lasting a few days up to a week

usually he dogsits/housesits when he has breaks during university

but if not, he lives in a house with a front yard and four other guys who don’t mind having a dog or two around since they’re Mostly Broke College Students who can’t afford to raise their own

can be scatterbrained with his schoolwork but is uncannily on top of doggy schedules

whistles as he walks his dogs and cheerily waves good morning to his neighbors with a plastic bag of poop hanging from his belt loop

baby talks doggos while they eat and rubs their bellies afterwards to make sure they don't get gassy

always tempted to sleep on the floor with his canine clients but his roommate minghao talks him out of it every single time

so he lets the dogs sleep on his bed and wails the next morning when he realizes no amount of vacuuming will remove the amount of hair on his covers

don’t trust him with the treats, the entire bag is going to be gone in a day because he’s unusually weak in the face of a biscuit-hungry doggo

also hand feeds some of his leftovers to the pups because he's a soft boy and ouch those sad eyes get him right in his fragile lil heart

gets down on the ground to cuddle, it’s not unusual for his housemates to come back from class or work and see him passed out on the tiled floor from where he fell asleep petting the dog

you met dokyeom in general biology freshman year and you’ve been friends since then

he showed up half an hour late to the first lecture, hair a mess and backpack hanging open, and blindly sat down right next to you

initially you'd been irritated because who the heck decides to sit right next to someone else when there are so many empty seats in this lecture hall and it's 10am i can't deal with thi--

you look over and he's staring at his notebook, but his face is so, so sad with his eyes watering and lip trembling

and you realize he doesn't have a pen so you pull one out of your bag and slide it over to him

he jumps and knocks his knees against the little fold-out desk before looking at you with so many stars in his eyes

you decide you quite like that look on him and oh, that smile is unreal is he actually a child of the sun

the rest of lecture goes by and at the end of class, he shoves all of his things and runs out the door, probably to his next class

but you're sitting there like ...i really liked that pen...let's see if i ever lend my pens to strangers ever again

to your surprise, he's outside the door when you finally make your way out of the classroom, bent over with his hands on his knees and slightly sweaty

you poke him and he immediately snaps up straight, so quickly that he scares the both of you

and then he shoves your pen back at you with a "sorry, i ran off with your pen but don't worry! i remembered!"

the grudge you'd resolved to hold against that mess of a boy with a cute smile in your bio class immediately dissolves and you shyly say "it's fine, you could've given it back to me next lecture"

he smiles at you again, this time a little less wide but no less radiant, and says "i'm seokmin, but people call me dokyeom. hello!"

you introduce yourself and you're about to ask for his number when he gasps and goes "i'm gonna be late for my next class. sorry, i'll see you next time!" and then he's off, his oversized sweater billowing out as it fills from the wind of his passage

sure enough, he plops down to you ten minutes into the next lecture, looks at you, and just sighs

"i'm exhausted. anyway, what's your number?"

fast forward a couple of years, dokyeom's grown a little taller, dresses a little better, and religiously uses the calendar and reminder apps on his smartphone so he doesn't show up after half the class is over

and you're still good friends with him, you've seen him freak out over almost everything imaginable but you've been his support through it all

so it's nothing out of the ordinary when he calls one day and you pick up to hear him making wheezing noises and freaking out

you're like "hold on, calm down. speak. slowly."

dokyeom sucks in a huge breath and goes "um i think i might be a doggy daddy and i don't know what to do can you come over please"

you throw him a dirty look until you realize you're on the phone with him and say "dokyeom, you've been dogsitting for two years. what could you possibly need me for"

"please just come over i need your help, i'll see you when you get off work bye"

then he just hangs up and wow you really have no choice but to go over to his place

you might leave work half an hour early because whether you want to admit it or not, you're slightly worried

your boss just waves you off with a laugh and tells you to have fun with your boyfriend

when you arrive, his housemate mingyu opens the door and greets you with a bright smile before telling you that dokyeom's in his room

so you go upstairs and go straight to the room where you can hear the sound of minghao's yelling and dokyeom's whining

dokyeom's on his bed, hugging a very content-looking shiba inu to his chest and cowering in the face of minghao, who's gesturing wildly and calling dokyeom all the possible variations of "dumbass" that he can come up with

but they immediately stop when you open the door

you glance back and forth between the two of them before sitting next to minghao on his neatly-made, dog-hair-free bed

the dog in dokyeom's arms immediately tries to bound across the bed towards you but dokyeom holds him tight and whines again

"so...what's the problem?"

minghao scoffs and jerks his chin at dokyeom

"wait until you hear what this idiot has to say."

"okay...i planned to dogsit for this guy who lives down the street from us for just a few days but he never came to pick his dog up. and when i dropped by his place, his house was empty, he changed his number..."

you share a look with minghao and dokyeom whimpers, sounding uncannily like a dejected puppy himself

"don't look at each other like that! i just thought he was super rich so when he offered me two thousand bucks for a couple of days, i took it!"

"dude, i told you that guy had a moving truck in front of his house a few days before he came to drop his dog off. you're the one who didn't listen."

dokyeom frowns and buries his nose in the dog's fur, refusing to say anything more, so minghao sighs and flops down onto his back

"this guy here wants to keep the damn dog."

dokyeom looks so guilty when you look at him again and you go "dokyeom why"

he goes "dokyeom why not!? i can't just put katsu up for adoption when he's already been abandoned once!"

you're just like ...the dog's name is katsu

minghao props himself up on one elbow and says "the only one of us who could afford a dog is junhui, but he's never even home because he's out doing whatever"

"junhui...?"

"yeah, we went to elementary school together back in china and he's here studying abroad for a year"

you're like oh...interesting but then dokyeom throws himself into your lap and goes "pLEASE RAISE KATSU WITH ME"

his face is so close to yours, his tanned skin is so beautiful and his eyelashes are so long and have his lips always been that full and pink

your mouth says "uh...yes?" and dokyeom starts screaming with joy

meanwhile minghao gives you this disgusted look like he knows exactly what you were thinking and you shrug because how hard can it be

very hard, apparently

dokyeom calls you every time he goes out every time he goes to buy something for katsu which both inconvenient and flattering since it shows how much he values your opinion

or he'll just drag you along with him and then end up taking you back to his house, you can't say no to dokyeom or katsu

seriously an adoring dog dad who takes pictures and videos of you and katsu nonstop and coos over how cute you are

this means you spend more time at dokyeom's house than you do at your own place and you become well-acquainted with minghao, mingyu, wonwoo, and junhui

if dokyeom's busy, you'll take katsu to the park or on a walk with one of them so you all get to know each other very well

after dokyeom adopts(?) katsu, junhui comes home a lot more to play with katsu, but more to spend time with you and take you out

(which dokyeom absolutely hates, not that he'd ever tell you or junhui that)

and after wonwoo makes a joke about how you should start paying rent because you're practically their sixth housemate, you get the idea that you might be coming over a little too much, which might be because dokyeom makes up the most ridiculous reasons to get you to visit

which makes you very unsettled because all the claims of dokyeom being your boyfriend and dokyeom being head over heels for you suddenly have some substance to them

but who are you kidding, you come over because you have a soft spot for him and seeing him with katsu makes you fantasize about raising a dog with him in the future...among other things

it's been a very long day at work for you when dokyeom calls and asks if you can come over because katsu's acting weird and dokyeom thinks he might be sick

you're exhausted and cranky and have a bunch of other schoolwork to catch up on but you decide to drop by for half an hour anyway to say hello

dokyeom opens the door and you shoulder past him without saying anything to go find katsu and the smile falls from his face because you didn't even say hi

after you've given katsu a treat and let him nuzzle against your hand for a while, you say “there’s nothing wrong with katsu though? he seems fine and he's eating"

dokyeom sets down a cup of tea in front of you, the kind he's taken to buying even though he doesn't like it much because you like to drink it, and sits down at the dining table in between you and wonwoo

"um...yeah. i guess he's fine, must've just been me being worried for no reason."

at this point you're like wow great i just wasted so much time here when i could've gone home and done something productive

and before you can stop yourself, you ask "if there's nothing wrong with him, why did you tell me to come by? you know how to handle dogs, couldn't you have figured it out without bothering me to come hold your hand like you do with everything else?"

mingyu stops chopping vegetables for soup in the kitchen and wonwoo glances at you from where he's in the middle of turning a page in his book

the look on dokyeom's face changes from concerned to completely devastated and the anger drains out of you immediately

“oh, dokyeom, no. i didn’t mean it like that, i’m sorry.”

dokyeom stands up and stares blankly at the ground for a second before saying “i’m going out.”

he snatches his keys from the counter and a few moments later you can hear the garage door opening

“fuck, i’m so stupid.”

mingyu comes over and pats your shoulder and says “not as stupid as i am. that’s what i thought, but after what just happened, clearly...”

you squint at him and he quickly pulls his hand away to make a quick exit

then it’s just you and wonwoo sitting at the dining table, you with your cup of tea and him humming under his breath as he reads

when mingyu’s footsteps disappear, wonwoo looks at you over the top of his book and says “he likes you, you know.”

you’re like wait mingyu who what and wonwoo closes his book, using his finger as a placeholder before he nudges glasses up his nose and says very plainly “seokmin. seokmin does.”

before you can toss out some half-assed excuse, wonwoo continues

“listen, i like you a lot because you’re not dumb like most of our friends--" here mingyu lets out a muffled "hey!" from the kitchen "--and even without any of us saying anything, you figured out he was making excuses to spend time with you. why wouldn't you think he likes you?”

wonwoo raises his eyebrows and you sink a little further in your seat when you mumble “it’s too good to be true.”

he sighs and rolls his eyes before telling you, “i like you, but hearing seokmin talk about you both when he’s awake and asleep is getting on my nerves. confess, fuck, get together, i don’t care. just make him stop pining. make him happy.”

with that, wonwoo disappears upstairs

you sit at the dining table for a long time, long after your tea has stopped steaming and the sun has set

when you hear the garage door opening again, you jump from your chair and skid down the hallway to the door leading into the house from the garage

sure enough, dokyeom's stepping through, looking tired but otherwise okay

“dokyeom!”

dokyeom jumps and whirls around, eyes wild, but when he sees you he shrinks in on himself and pretends to look at something on the ground

he tries to sidestep you but you grab his shoulders and lightly press him against the wall so he can't move

even then he ducks his head and tries to ignore you so you say “seokmin, look at me."

he listens, of course he does, because he's as soft for you as you are for him

"seokmin?" he nods but freezes when you lean in and tell him that you like him very much

“do you really?” he asks in this sad little voice

“yeah, i do! why wouldn't i? you’re sweet and smart and witty and caring and cute and--"

you’re ready to continue for another good few minutes but dokyeom’s hand covering your mouth cuts you off

but only for a second, before you start angrily mouthing off at him behind his fingers lee seokmin don't interrupt me in the middle of my heartfelt confession

dokyeom just laughs at you and moves his hand to cup your face instead

“shhh, stop talking. let’s kiss.”

well you can't argue with that so you pull him close by the lapels of his coat and kiss the gentle smile right off his mouth

(and that’s how jun finds the two of you when he arrives home twenty minutes later, furiously kissing while wrapped up in dokyeom's coat. he whines about how dokyeom's ruining the sanctity of the house and dokyeom waves him away, looking entirely too smug)

#seventeen #seventeen scenarios #seventeen imagines #seventeen reactions #dokyeom #lee seokmin #seventeen dk #seventeen headcanons

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